<?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-5200249424405969713</id><updated>2011-09-19T13:51:56.667-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The life of Brettums and Shelbadelb...</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome to my life, and I should  add.. my mind! My wondering mind! My mind wonders while I talk, while I teach, while I listen and even while I type! Excuse the spelling and grammar errors and be apart of the excited events that are happening in Brett and I's life, and of course, all the thoughts that goes with my "wondering" mind!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadwells.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5200249424405969713/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadwells.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cadwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11980510647752428060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/SpXkRGXIWRI/AAAAAAAAAcw/eUY02rBgECE/S220/DSCF1246.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200249424405969713.post-6865377686207874197</id><published>2010-12-22T11:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T11:36:52.272-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Playdates</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/HL4hsiVsYIU?fs=1" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5200249424405969713-6865377686207874197?l=cadwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadwells.blogspot.com/feeds/6865377686207874197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cadwells.blogspot.com/2010/12/crews-friend-grayden.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5200249424405969713/posts/default/6865377686207874197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5200249424405969713/posts/default/6865377686207874197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadwells.blogspot.com/2010/12/crews-friend-grayden.html' title='Playdates'/><author><name>Cadwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11980510647752428060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/SpXkRGXIWRI/AAAAAAAAAcw/eUY02rBgECE/S220/DSCF1246.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/HL4hsiVsYIU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200249424405969713.post-7342857146366425182</id><published>2010-12-22T11:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T11:37:26.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Brett and I I aren't the only ones blessed to have friends who live close by.&amp;nbsp; Crew loves to see his friends every week!&amp;nbsp; Because Crew's favorite sitter, Miss Kate is on Maternity leave, Crew has been watched by several friends close by.&amp;nbsp; He goes to Aleah's (Jessica) on Mondays, Grayden's (Whitney) or Rowan's (Sam)&amp;nbsp; house on Tuesdays and Wednesdays, Nana comes on Thursdays to watch Crew and Grayden, and then he gets to hang out with Ethan (Sue) on Friday!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Since Whit and I live close by, he gets several play dates with Grayden! They are very quickly becoming best buds.&amp;nbsp; I love to see Grayden, but miss seeing Colton.&amp;nbsp; We can't wait to move to the farm and get to have lots of play dates with him!! But until then.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="m6" style="display: none;"&gt;Loading...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a surprise for Whitney when she came to pick Grayden up:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5200249424405969713-7342857146366425182?l=cadwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadwells.blogspot.com/feeds/7342857146366425182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cadwells.blogspot.com/2010/12/playdates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5200249424405969713/posts/default/7342857146366425182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5200249424405969713/posts/default/7342857146366425182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadwells.blogspot.com/2010/12/playdates.html' title=''/><author><name>Cadwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11980510647752428060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/SpXkRGXIWRI/AAAAAAAAAcw/eUY02rBgECE/S220/DSCF1246.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200249424405969713.post-3721340778247376030</id><published>2010-05-08T22:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T22:10:25.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The past 2 months...</title><content type='html'>...HAVE BEEN THE BEST 2 MONTHS OF OUR LIVES!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I have been horrible at blogging.. and for one reason only.. I would rather hold my baby:):)&lt;br /&gt;Crew has brought SO much joy to Brett and I's lives..&amp;nbsp; we could not of dreamed that we would have a baby THIS good, and who would bring so much fun and excitement to our lives! I want to update you on what has happened in the last 2 months, and because so much has gone on.. I will be BRIEF!!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; March 1st- Crew Kessler Arrived- Best day of our lives (thus far:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; March 4th- Came home from the hospital- was incredibly blessed with many visitors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/S-WVp6qwxDI/AAAAAAAAAuo/G9RzZymnqh0/s1600/P3040151.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/S-WVp6qwxDI/AAAAAAAAAuo/G9RzZymnqh0/s200/P3040151.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/S-WVyAE4ZnI/AAAAAAAAAuw/df04qmKDZIg/s1600/P3050169.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/S-WVyAE4ZnI/AAAAAAAAAuw/df04qmKDZIg/s200/P3050169.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; March 6th- 1st Dr. appointment and back up to his birth weight already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; March 7th- 1st time at church (perfect attendance so far:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/S-WV3fviUAI/AAAAAAAAAu4/pvzvNWvuSn0/s1600/P3070192.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/S-WV3fviUAI/AAAAAAAAAu4/pvzvNWvuSn0/s200/P3070192.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; March 9th- Colton Russel is born! Crew is now a big cousin:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/S-WWVTXpm5I/AAAAAAAAAvA/K0dmBfQoD3s/s1600/304292732506.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/S-WWVTXpm5I/AAAAAAAAAvA/K0dmBfQoD3s/s200/304292732506.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; March 21st- 1st time on an airplane, and first vacation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/S-WWh8ulDuI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/gznBq_G0Fw4/s1600/P3210008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/S-WWh8ulDuI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/gznBq_G0Fw4/s200/P3210008.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/S-WWeM8h5lI/AAAAAAAAAvI/AzisEkf3nJM/s1600/P3230023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/S-WWeM8h5lI/AAAAAAAAAvI/AzisEkf3nJM/s200/P3230023.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; April 1st- Crew is one month old, and weighs 11.5 pounds. He is in the 80th percentile!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/S-XmpRwHgUI/AAAAAAAAAwA/G3nMUYdevI0/s1600/crew+1+month" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/S-XmpRwHgUI/AAAAAAAAAwA/G3nMUYdevI0/s200/crew+1+month" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; April 4th- First Easter!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/S-WWyo8HyCI/AAAAAAAAAvg/Uyc0hhsB0J8/s1600/782002013506.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/S-WWyo8HyCI/AAAAAAAAAvg/Uyc0hhsB0J8/s200/782002013506.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/S-WXd91HYeI/AAAAAAAAAvo/UNho1cRVGs4/s1600/606075692506.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/S-WXd91HYeI/AAAAAAAAAvo/UNho1cRVGs4/s200/606075692506.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/S-WXmO7gKEI/AAAAAAAAAvw/CdJrYqgkGG8/s1600/P4020090.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/S-WXmO7gKEI/AAAAAAAAAvw/CdJrYqgkGG8/s200/P4020090.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; April 14th- Grayden Ross is born! Crew now has 2 little cousins, and LOVES them!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/S-WXvn-zlyI/AAAAAAAAAv4/lknGR5ZinjQ/s1600/P4140097.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/S-WXvn-zlyI/AAAAAAAAAv4/lknGR5ZinjQ/s200/P4140097.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; April 26th- First friend sleep over with Grayden! He didn't think it was cool that his mom tagged along.. (just not ready for that yet:))&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; April 30th- SURPRISE visit from Aunt Ashlee... the first time he got to meet her. He LOVED his time with her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/S-XoLEu02WI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/J6kKvWCjojM/s1600/427399953506.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/S-XoLEu02WI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/J6kKvWCjojM/s200/427399953506.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; May 1st- Crew is 2 months old, and weighs 15 pounds, 10 oz. He is in the 95th percentile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/S-XnuQsox0I/AAAAAAAAAwI/o8_fqkvsuFk/s1600/P5030104.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/S-XnuQsox0I/AAAAAAAAAwI/o8_fqkvsuFk/s200/P5030104.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; May 3rd- I go back to work, and Crew gets the best babysitters ever.. Gma Kessler, Mamaw Cadwell, Nana Neier, Miss Kate, Aunt Whitney, and the best of all, DADDY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Crew is really enjoying his lil life.. Here are a few of his favorite things...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; HE LOVES...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;b&gt;..to smile, smile, smile.&lt;/b&gt;.. ALL the time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;...the morning:&lt;/b&gt;. 7:00am, he wakes up and is in the best mood. This is Brett and I's new favorite time too.&amp;nbsp; We put his in between us, and just talk and laugh! We all 3 love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;... standing.&lt;/b&gt;. I will hold his hands, and he pulls himself up and stands. It first started with just a few seconds at a time, and then we would get lazy and bend his knees... now he will stand for at least a minute! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;...to talk and hear his loud voice.&lt;/b&gt; It cracks us up! He coos and goos, and yells and yells:)&amp;nbsp; He loves to hear himself, and so do we! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;...to eat...&lt;/b&gt; if I have "food" in front of him, he will eat! Even if he just got done with a 4oz. bottle, he will eat:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;... his car seat, stroller and car rides.&lt;/b&gt; He never cries when in it, and usually falls alseep within minutes of being in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;...his Mommy!&lt;/b&gt; I have waited so long to be the only one who can sooth a crying baby:) We love to sit and do nothing, and just look at each other and smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;...his Daddy&lt;/b&gt;! Brett is so great with him. He never thought he would like the infant stage, but he was wrong. Brett is so great at making Crew laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;.. bath time! &lt;/b&gt;It is one of my favorite times too. We have bath time every other day. After the bath, I give him a lil baby massage with lotion. He loves that too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;.. to sing, &lt;/b&gt;or at least here his mommy sing.&amp;nbsp; I broke out the Sunday School song book, and sing all the time to him. He laughs, but I wonder if he is laughing at me and my bad voice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;.. to watch TV.&lt;/b&gt; I'm not sure if its the lights, the sounds, or that he think The Office and Modern Family are just so entertaining.. but he can stare at those shows with wide eyes!&lt;br /&gt;.. his fingers.. something that he has recently discovered and can entertain him for ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; Crew does Not like..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;..Tummy Time!&lt;/b&gt; I feel that he is doing great in a lot of areas, but holding his head up is NOT one if them! When we have tummy time, he whines and I feel like he is saying, "What did I do to deserve this!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;..being changed into clothes that are too small!&lt;/b&gt; I love everything about my chubby, big boy, except for the fact that he wore 0-3 months clothes for 4 weeks! I try to "squeeze" him in some of my favorites, but he isn't a big fan of that:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5200249424405969713-3721340778247376030?l=cadwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadwells.blogspot.com/feeds/3721340778247376030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cadwells.blogspot.com/2010/05/past-2-months.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5200249424405969713/posts/default/3721340778247376030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5200249424405969713/posts/default/3721340778247376030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadwells.blogspot.com/2010/05/past-2-months.html' title='The past 2 months...'/><author><name>Cadwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11980510647752428060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/SpXkRGXIWRI/AAAAAAAAAcw/eUY02rBgECE/S220/DSCF1246.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/S-WVp6qwxDI/AAAAAAAAAuo/G9RzZymnqh0/s72-c/P3040151.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200249424405969713.post-2989440471677610348</id><published>2010-03-13T14:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T21:28:46.562-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The best gift from Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/S5vrIiLKXSI/AAAAAAAAAuY/YboptoWzov0/s1600-h/P3020116.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/S5vrIiLKXSI/AAAAAAAAAuY/YboptoWzov0/s320/P3020116.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;How can I begin to describe the best gift Brett and I have ever received? Or even try to some up what has taken place in these last two weeks... if you have time and you are ready to read, then maybe you will find that I have tried at least to put into words the amazing events over the past two weeks...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sunday, Feb. 28th- THIS BABY IS COMING OUT!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;A week overdue... (who's counting anyways, right:)?)&amp;nbsp; Its not that I was miserable or upset.. I was just SO READY to see my &lt;span class="J-JK9eJ-PJVNOc" style="-moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous; -moz-background-origin: padding; background: rgb(255, 255, 255) none repeat scroll 0% 0%;"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; guy, (and not be taking up time from my maternity leave:)) After visiting my Dr. on Thursday, she and I agreed that I was not going to be induced until it was hurting the baby. I had an ultrasound done, and "Baby B-Cad" was perfectly content, and perfectly healthy, so the word "induction" was not going to be used until about another week or so!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; On Sunday, I was DETERMINED that this baby was going to be in my arms the next day.... so I did everything I COULD to get him here.. Mexican for lunch, an afternoon "nap", walking on the treadmill, pineapple, apple cider, buffalo wings for dinner, and for dessert.. CASTOR OIL!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; About 2:00 a.m. I started feeling contraction... I started timing them myself for about an hour. They were about 4 minutes apart, so I woke up Brett.&amp;nbsp; My very eager and excited husband called the Doctor and we were on our way! I love thinking back to this moment.. the last ride together where our family was just going to be us two.. we were so excited, (and I was in PAIN) so we prayed the whole way there to ease our emotions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Once at the hospital, they checked my cervix and monitored my contractions, "You are dialed to 1 &amp;amp; a 1/2!" "YEAH! I thought! I was finally dilated!" This number cracks Rachael up- Miss, I walk around dilated to 3 and I'm not even pregnant:))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I knew it was going to be a long day, because I had so far to go! So once admitted, we walked around as much as I could. My contractions were minutes apart, and the pain was extreme in my back.&amp;nbsp; I held off as long as I could to get my &lt;span class="J-JK9eJ-PJVNOc" style="-moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous; -moz-background-origin: padding; background: rgb(255, 255, 255) none repeat scroll 0% 0%;"&gt;epi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;. At 3 cm, I finally broke down!&amp;nbsp; At 5 cm. the Dr. was very worried about the baby and his heartbeat, because my contractions were so close together, he wasn't getting any breaks. There was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="J-JK9eJ-PJVNOc" style="-moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous; -moz-background-origin: padding; background: rgb(255, 255, 255) none repeat scroll 0% 0%;"&gt;talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt; of a C-section then, but decided to get me some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="J-JK9eJ-PJVNOc" style="-moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous; -moz-background-origin: padding; background: rgb(255, 255, 255) none repeat scroll 0% 0%;"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; to slow down the contractions. A couple hours later, and no progression, they had to put me on potosine to get the contractions going again.&amp;nbsp; At 8 cm. my Dr. was VERY worried about the baby, and his continue to decline heartbeat, that she decided we were going to do a C-section. Everything was ready to go, and Brett's scrubs were on... and then.. he started doing fine again (Praise the Lord??) I wanted him to be ok but I was tired of this.. it was 6:00 and I had been in bed all day. I was SOOOO&amp;nbsp; thirsty, and SOO ready to see my son. An hour later,&amp;nbsp; I was dilated to 10.. ready to push! When I did a practice push, they noticed that his head was in a compromising position, and was afraid that the umbilical cord would be pushed out first.. SOOOO you guessed it! They decided to do a C-section! This made me feel relived and calm about the situation.&amp;nbsp; I could have pushed for hours and then ended up in a C-section, or they can do it now, when the circumstance is a lot more calm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/S5vqcs7dUfI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/0FNgDGmYX8U/s1600-h/P3010070.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/S5vqcs7dUfI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/0FNgDGmYX8U/s320/P3010070.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 7:59pm... a time I will never forget.. our son was finally here! Those of you who have children know how unbelievable this moment is.&amp;nbsp; This moment will forever be in our hearts. Brett was the first to hold him, and then he brought him to me. We were amazed, and so greatful! We thank the Lord daily for our amazing blessing... Crew &lt;span class="J-JK9eJ-PJVNOc" style="-moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous; -moz-background-origin: padding; background: rgb(255, 255, 255) none repeat scroll 0% 0%;"&gt;Kessler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="J-JK9eJ-PJVNOc" style="-moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous; -moz-background-origin: padding; background: rgb(255, 255, 255) none repeat scroll 0% 0%;"&gt;Cadwell&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/S5vrWsRJFiI/AAAAAAAAAug/NK43fEwunRQ/s1600-h/952434122506%283%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/S5vrWsRJFiI/AAAAAAAAAug/NK43fEwunRQ/s320/952434122506%283%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Our stay in the hospital was great- we realized how blessed we are with family and friends.&amp;nbsp; We loved this time to bond as a family, and share our blessing with the closest people in our lives. &amp;nbsp; Thank you for those of you who came to visit us, sent us cards, or made us meals.&amp;nbsp; Brett and I thank you from the bottom of our hearts!! Above all else, Brett and I thank our Lord for Crew. We thank him for keeping me and him safe through this whole process. We thank him for a beautiful and healthy baby boy.&amp;nbsp; Brett and I are so in love with him!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5200249424405969713-2989440471677610348?l=cadwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadwells.blogspot.com/feeds/2989440471677610348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cadwells.blogspot.com/2010/03/best-gift-from-heaven.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5200249424405969713/posts/default/2989440471677610348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5200249424405969713/posts/default/2989440471677610348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadwells.blogspot.com/2010/03/best-gift-from-heaven.html' title='The best gift from Heaven'/><author><name>Cadwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11980510647752428060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/SpXkRGXIWRI/AAAAAAAAAcw/eUY02rBgECE/S220/DSCF1246.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/S5vrIiLKXSI/AAAAAAAAAuY/YboptoWzov0/s72-c/P3020116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200249424405969713.post-8784045674754085683</id><published>2010-02-17T08:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T08:32:11.798-05:00</updated><title type='text'>READY to meet Baby B-Cad!</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Five signs you know you are READY for your unborn baby to arrive:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You make a special trip into your nursery, only to "think" about what its going to be like with him in there. &lt;br /&gt;4. You read your "Labor &amp;amp; Delivery" guide book for entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;3. You can't go 5 minutes without talking about your unborn baby... to anyone!&lt;br /&gt;2. Every Braxton Hick contraction you have, you wish would be painful!&lt;br /&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; You get excited about having your cervix checked (to see if there is dialation)!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Who woulda thought:):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experiencing these last 5 things has been what the last couple weeks have been like so far! I can't say enough how much I have LOVED being pregnant, but I am very ready to meet my lil guy (and stop calling him Baby B-Cad:) (As is my WHOLE fam!)) &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I believe this will be the last blog I write before our son arrives... please be praying for him and a safe delivery! Thank you all for joining me on this very exciting adventure in Brett &amp;amp; I's lives.&amp;nbsp; Check in during the next week (or so), and hopefully be able to meet the newest member of our family:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 14 weeks- 39 weeks!!! WOAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/S3vsCh7aPuI/AAAAAAAAAtw/_TjVLBBJubA/s1600-h/P8270110.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/S3vsCh7aPuI/AAAAAAAAAtw/_TjVLBBJubA/s200/P8270110.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/S3vsMpxOyWI/AAAAAAAAAuA/Eg1Gvr9EB5I/s1600-h/P2120002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/S3vsMpxOyWI/AAAAAAAAAuA/Eg1Gvr9EB5I/s200/P2120002.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/S3vsHhcOzEI/AAAAAAAAAt4/8G8bipaPmYA/s1600-h/P8270111.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/S3vsHhcOzEI/AAAAAAAAAt4/8G8bipaPmYA/s200/P8270111.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/S3vsRFpGfjI/AAAAAAAAAuI/v9VulsbQ6q8/s1600-h/P2120003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/S3vsRFpGfjI/AAAAAAAAAuI/v9VulsbQ6q8/s200/P2120003.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5200249424405969713-8784045674754085683?l=cadwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadwells.blogspot.com/feeds/8784045674754085683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cadwells.blogspot.com/2010/02/ready-to-meet-baby-b-cad.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5200249424405969713/posts/default/8784045674754085683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5200249424405969713/posts/default/8784045674754085683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadwells.blogspot.com/2010/02/ready-to-meet-baby-b-cad.html' title='READY to meet Baby B-Cad!'/><author><name>Cadwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11980510647752428060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/SpXkRGXIWRI/AAAAAAAAAcw/eUY02rBgECE/S220/DSCF1246.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/S3vsCh7aPuI/AAAAAAAAAtw/_TjVLBBJubA/s72-c/P8270110.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200249424405969713.post-3054102173712261239</id><published>2010-02-03T10:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T10:47:29.038-05:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt; 20 days!!!</title><content type='html'>This morning, Brett and I started the morning by laying in bed, feeling our Baby move, while listening to some of our favorite Chris Tomlin songs... As I was laying there, I could not help but have several feelings and emotions come over me... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that we are less than 20 days from meeting our lil guy.&amp;nbsp; I can't put into words how amazing this journey has been for Brett and I so far.&amp;nbsp; I have loved every minute of being pregnant, and carrying this child! I am very anxious and excited about him getting here, and yet, at the same time, I am going to miss being able to say to Brett, "Sorry, two against one.. I guess we are going to eat at McAllisters!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/S2mZgXkkDnI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/nzFiLk67bk8/s1600-h/P1300002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/S2mZgXkkDnI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/nzFiLk67bk8/s320/P1300002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/S2mZmHr61tI/AAAAAAAAAtY/x6NLOwmoz74/s1600-h/P1300003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/S2mZmHr61tI/AAAAAAAAAtY/x6NLOwmoz74/s320/P1300003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; Watching Brett prepare for the arrival of our son, and put his things together makes my heart flutter... I was watching him put together the swing, stroller, and pack &amp;amp; play the other day, and I got this huge grin on my face.. I couldn't help but daydream about the next several years, when Brett is putting the high chair together, then the booster seat, then oiling up his first baseball glove, and then on down the road, editing his application to Taylor! I love our talks we have about our son, and the dreams we have about what it is going to be like.&amp;nbsp; We have no idea what life is going to throw at us, and what this child is going to be like.. we just keep praying that above all else.. that he grows up to love the Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/S2mZstHl_RI/AAAAAAAAAtg/XZE1CmlgV9I/s1600-h/P2010012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/S2mZstHl_RI/AAAAAAAAAtg/XZE1CmlgV9I/s320/P2010012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;37 weeks!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My baby is "full-term" :):):)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5200249424405969713-3054102173712261239?l=cadwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadwells.blogspot.com/feeds/3054102173712261239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cadwells.blogspot.com/2010/02/20-days.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5200249424405969713/posts/default/3054102173712261239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5200249424405969713/posts/default/3054102173712261239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadwells.blogspot.com/2010/02/20-days.html' title='&gt; 20 days!!!'/><author><name>Cadwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11980510647752428060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/SpXkRGXIWRI/AAAAAAAAAcw/eUY02rBgECE/S220/DSCF1246.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/S2mZgXkkDnI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/nzFiLk67bk8/s72-c/P1300002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200249424405969713.post-5896930192456461156</id><published>2010-02-03T10:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T10:28:10.212-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Showered" with Love!!</title><content type='html'>I can't put into words how thankful and blessed I feel for all my friends and family who has blessed us with words of encouragement and an abundent amount of gifts! 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with Love!!'/><author><name>Cadwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11980510647752428060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/SpXkRGXIWRI/AAAAAAAAAcw/eUY02rBgECE/S220/DSCF1246.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/S2mQa_y6SYI/AAAAAAAAArQ/8MXh2egG1nw/s72-c/251540520506.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200249424405969713.post-5490432206729893515</id><published>2010-02-03T09:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T09:59:43.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Grandpa Penrod</title><content type='html'>Last Tuesday my mom and dad were coming back to Indiana after spending some time with my Grandma and Grandpa Penrod.&amp;nbsp; This was the first year my grandparents didn't come home for Christmas so my mom and dad made a trip to see them.&amp;nbsp; She called me about noon on Tuesday to say that her and my dad had turned around and were heading back to Florida. After receiving a call from my Grandma, that my Grandpa had collapsed and was sent to the hospital, my parents thought this was the best thing to do. I am so thankful for the timing of all of these events that took place.&amp;nbsp; When my mom told me what happened I knew that "this was it." My Grandpa had suffered emphysema for some time now and had been gradually getting weaker.&amp;nbsp; When at the hospital, my parents realized that my Grandpa ad suffered cardiac arrest several times and was on life support.&amp;nbsp; At 1:00am he was taken off life support; seven minutes later, he breathed his last breath and&amp;nbsp; then went to see Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I of course feel sad and will miss my Grandpa so much! However, I have such peace about this.&amp;nbsp; After being around my family all weekend and witnessing how loved he was at his funeral by his many friends and family, I can't help but think, "Wow, what a way to go!"&amp;nbsp; He was 78 and had 4 children, 12 grand kids and 10 great grand kids! He lived a very full life, and now is spending eternity in Heaven!"&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I had the privilege of speaking at the funeral. This is what I said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt; I'm Shelby &lt;span class="J-JK9eJ-PJVNOc"&gt;Cadwell&lt;/span&gt;, one of my Grandpa Penrod's 12 grand kids. When I thought about what to say, my mind kept returning to the past and also reflecting on the future.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; When I think about my childhood, my Grandpa Penrod is very much apart of it! I remember very vividly when I was 11, my dad told me that we were finally going to have a neighbor! I hoped that the neighbor would have a pool or some girls my age to play with.&amp;nbsp; When I dad explained that our neighbors are going to be my Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa Penrod.. I have to admit that I was a little disappointed.&amp;nbsp; VERY little did I know how much MORE of a blessing my "neighbors" would be to me! I cannot count the times in my life when I came through their front door (without knocking) and built memories that will stay with me my whole life. I can still picture Grandma working on a quilt in her blue chair, and my Grandpa reclined back in that big red recliner, the majority of the time watching the Cubs game. unless if was around 5:00, then it would be &lt;span class="J-JK9eJ-PJVNOc"&gt;Gunsmoke&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; When my mom sent us over there to borrow some sugar or oil, she knew she wouldn't receive her needed items for awhile, because I would end up visiting with them for a long time! Usually our visits consisted of me talking, and them listening!&amp;nbsp; I was so blessed to be able to have my Grandpa be such a big part of my life.&amp;nbsp; He took me to countless softball practices and softball games; and it was always a treat when we got to ride on the motorcycle! When I think about my years playing softball, I think about my Grandpa.&amp;nbsp; Whether he was coaching me from the 3rd base line, or from his lawn chair on the sidelines, he volunteering became apart of my life.&lt;br /&gt;When I started dating Brett, I would bring him over to visit my grandparents as well.&amp;nbsp; Each time after visiting with my Grandpa, Brett would say, "I just Love your grandpa!" And I would say "Really? What do you like so much about him?" He would respond, "I don't know.. he is just a really likable guy" Which is exactly true! I don't remember Grandpa Penrod helping me with homework, or taking me to the pool, or asking me question after question about my day (probably because he knew I would voluntarily give him the info:)) But when I think about my Grandpa.. I have such great feelings toward him and moments with him.. that I knew what Brett meant when he said "He is just a very likable guy" &amp;nbsp;Brett and I recently built more memories with my Grandpa Penrod when we went to visit in Florida. We had so much fun going on boat rides, riding down Alligator Ally, and then finishing our day at their favorite rib joint.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So again when I think about my Grandpa, I will think about the past, and how many wonderful memories and moments I had with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As all of the events were happening last Tuesday and Wednesday, my sisters and I called each other throughout those two days. The thing I heard from all of them, was that&amp;nbsp; the pain will be the most real and hardest to handle when they think about the future. I completely agreed when I started thinking about what the next couple months and years are going to be like. How will I feel when Brett and I go to Florida in a few months, and expect to see my Grandpa Penrod there. How will I feel when I go to their trailer on the farm in the summer, and my Grandma is in her blue chair and the big, red recliner is empty. Or the realization that my &lt;span class="J-JK9eJ-PJVNOc"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; boy will never get to meet Great Grandpa Penrod? As I think about these events, it of course makes me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But when i think about the future beyond these moments, I thank God that he has created a place for us believers to go and be reunited! Thinking about my Grandpa Penrod's present and future fills my heart with joy, because I know that he is enjoying his brand new lungs, sitting in a much bigger, more comfortable and hopefully a little more fashionable red recliner, having conversations with the Good Lord himself about why He has not allowed his &lt;span class="J-JK9eJ-PJVNOc"&gt;Cubbies&lt;/span&gt; to win a World Series in a very long time! Or maybe he is playing rounds of golf with Noah or Moses! We can't imagine how amazing, and how perfect my Grandpa's new home is. And no, my Grandpa and I will not have our next embrace in beautiful and warm, &lt;span class="J-JK9eJ-PJVNOc"&gt;Florida&lt;/span&gt;, but our next embrace with definitely be in an unbelievable place!!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And no, my grandpa will of never have the opportunity to hold this &lt;span class="J-JK9eJ-PJVNOc"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; guy in my belly, but he does have the opportunity to hold Brett and &lt;span class="J-JK9eJ-PJVNOc"&gt;I's&lt;/span&gt; first baby!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I am so thankful I can carry my past memories of my Grandpa in my heart forever, but I am more thankful and more grateful that I have very real and amazing moments with my Grandpa in the future!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/S1XUYvwCmUI/AAAAAAAAArI/I6kOfM-88MU/s1600-h/DSCF1030-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/S1XUYvwCmUI/AAAAAAAAArI/I6kOfM-88MU/s320/DSCF1030-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; I love you Grandpa Penrod and will see you again!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5200249424405969713-5490432206729893515?l=cadwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadwells.blogspot.com/feeds/5490432206729893515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cadwells.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-grandpa-penrod.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5200249424405969713/posts/default/5490432206729893515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5200249424405969713/posts/default/5490432206729893515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadwells.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-grandpa-penrod.html' title='My Grandpa Penrod'/><author><name>Cadwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11980510647752428060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/SpXkRGXIWRI/AAAAAAAAAcw/eUY02rBgECE/S220/DSCF1246.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/S1XUYvwCmUI/AAAAAAAAArI/I6kOfM-88MU/s72-c/DSCF1030-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200249424405969713.post-463005866385148824</id><published>2010-01-16T11:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T11:07:38.758-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ho Ho Ho! Christmas in January!</title><content type='html'>Well not exactly Christmas in January.. but it has taken me this long to post about Christmas.. plus, we still have our outside lights up outside.. so I think I'm ok to still talk about Christmas:) &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; How blessed we are! Brett and I love and very much look forward to Christmas time (as I'm sure everyone else does:))&amp;nbsp; We did some fun Christmas things before Christmas. We went to the IMAX to see The Christmas Carol and out to dinner with our Cadwell Clan. Brett and I even stayed downtown that night! Thanks to my Uncle Richard and Aunt Lisa, we got to experience Christmas Eve on the Connor Prarie with two of my favorite cousins! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/S0s4PDgLMLI/AAAAAAAAAos/rxwhUxWz4Jo/s1600-h/PC190116.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/S0s4PDgLMLI/AAAAAAAAAos/rxwhUxWz4Jo/s200/PC190116.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/S0s3ox6YVDI/AAAAAAAAAoc/mHl2UsrgdIM/s1600-h/PC050002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/S0s3ox6YVDI/AAAAAAAAAoc/mHl2UsrgdIM/s200/PC050002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/S0s3t2zNEnI/AAAAAAAAAok/ezOxns64evk/s1600-h/PC050008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/S0s3t2zNEnI/AAAAAAAAAok/ezOxns64evk/s200/PC050008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We packed up on the 20th, and were home for 12 days!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/S0s0_7uURwI/AAAAAAAAAoE/iXNyHWCCnsQ/s1600-h/211735660506.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/S0s0_7uURwI/AAAAAAAAAoE/iXNyHWCCnsQ/s200/211735660506.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/S0s00WXvCUI/AAAAAAAAAn0/DtqNZBET_E4/s1600-h/226495660506.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/S0s00WXvCUI/AAAAAAAAAn0/DtqNZBET_E4/s200/226495660506.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; First stop.. Neier Christmas. &lt;br /&gt;We have so much fun watching all of the kids play and get their present from Santa! The picture to the left is all the girls cousins (Minus 2.) This is our traditional picture with our antlers. The gold antlers are reserved for anyone who is engadged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Monday, Tuesday, &amp;amp; Wednesday, Brett and I stayed with his mom and dad. I love spending one on one time with Vickie, and staying up late talking (even though I do 90% of the talking) We had fun wrapping presents together too. I got to see Danika &amp;amp; Kadin too.. and spent some time going bowling with them! I scored my best ever! 178! Believe it or not!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/S0s3A1Ki28I/AAAAAAAAAoM/SXoRksC0IdQ/s1600-h/PC210137.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/S0s3A1Ki28I/AAAAAAAAAoM/SXoRksC0IdQ/s320/PC210137.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Christmas Eve, we go to the Kessler's during the day. This is one of Brett and I's favorite traditions. We first have to find the hidden "socks" (I love how G-ma &amp;amp; G-pa call the stockings that:)) and then we eat the best Chicken &amp;amp; Noodles! After lunch, we listen to Grandpa Kessler read the Christmas story, and then we all write a note to Jesus, giving him a gift. Gma &amp;amp; Gpa Kessler send us what we wrote exactly 6 months later! We feel so blessed receiving gifts from the aunts and grandparents too! We have fun the rest of the day playing game after game with one another! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/S0s5ci1dQGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/5luLZc9OdFM/s1600-h/PC240139.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/S0s5ci1dQGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/5luLZc9OdFM/s200/PC240139.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/S0s5Zv1bFcI/AAAAAAAAAo0/Mbdn_B5zAhI/s1600-h/PC240141.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/S0s5Zv1bFcI/AAAAAAAAAo0/Mbdn_B5zAhI/s200/PC240141.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve night we go to my Mom &amp;amp; Dad's for one of the best meals of the year! My mom goes all out and does an amazing job with dinner.. featuring Prime Rib! This year Ashlee made Krem Brulet! This year was emotional, as my dad sat at on end of the table looking at my mom at the other end and his four girls filling the table with their husbands. The kids were all in the kitchen at their own table. He talked about how proud he was of each one of us, and why he feels so blessed by how each one of us turned out.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I sat their looking at each member of my family, and thinking the same thing! I have a mom and dad who love me so much, and who never hesitates to tell me how much they love me and how proud they are of me.. I have 3 sisters who are my three best friends! Each one of them is such a blessing in my life; their husbands who are now three of Brett's greatest friends, and how thankful I am how much they love each one of my sisters. My three nephews and my niece who have brought so much job to my life! Brett and I's child growing inside me.. created by the Lord himself, BRETT, who I don't deserve to have as my husband!... my two niece or nephews on the way and how much of a blessing they are and will be to our lil guy, and above all else.. the realization of why we celebrate Christmas. GOD, knowing what He knew about his Son's death, sent him anyway, to come to this earth in a form of a baby, so that one day when He died for us on the cross, that each one of my family members, who I love so much will have eternal life together! &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; As you can see, what a blessing all of this was to me!!! Besides ALL of those things, Brett and I were blessed beyond measure with gifts from my parents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/S1B0ZNgBOoI/AAAAAAAAAp0/JV1cA5-G5SM/s1600-h/427631470506.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/S1B0ZNgBOoI/AAAAAAAAAp0/JV1cA5-G5SM/s200/427631470506.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/S1B0dK50sLI/AAAAAAAAAp8/5rmxm8y3B5U/s1600-h/836051470506.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/S1B0dK50sLI/AAAAAAAAAp8/5rmxm8y3B5U/s200/836051470506.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/S1B0huCmBRI/AAAAAAAAAqE/G3ZUWdwW5T8/s1600-h/940871470506.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/S1B0huCmBRI/AAAAAAAAAqE/G3ZUWdwW5T8/s200/940871470506.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/S1B0mZWh83I/AAAAAAAAAqM/11bozG_Yy00/s1600-h/340871470506.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/S1B0mZWh83I/AAAAAAAAAqM/11bozG_Yy00/s200/340871470506.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/S1B0qJ2BfuI/AAAAAAAAAqU/WoQOIvF_ESc/s1600-h/186051470506.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/S1B0qJ2BfuI/AAAAAAAAAqU/WoQOIvF_ESc/s200/186051470506.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The next morning, Brett and I wake up very early and travel to Avon to spend Christmas morning with his mom and dad.&amp;nbsp; This is another very special time for us.&amp;nbsp; As you walk in the door, you can smell the breakfast! All 8 of us sit down for our breakfast and then we get to open our stockings.&amp;nbsp; Vickie and Dusty are great gift givers, and Vickie spends so much time on each present, you don't want to open it because it looks so pretty!&amp;nbsp; Dusty always has "surprise" gifts that nobody knows about.&amp;nbsp; I love seeing everyone open the gifts that we gave. Ryan, Lanell and the kids are so fun to watch as they open their gifts from us, because you can tell how much they like them.&amp;nbsp; Ryan pulled the tags off immediately, Lanell takes off her necklace and replaces it with the one that we gave her, Danika begins on her yarn craft thing we got her, and Kadin begins putting his nerf gun together before opening another gift:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/S1B2nT6c8VI/AAAAAAAAAq0/BaapTnsPhuw/s1600-h/PC240148.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/S1B2nT6c8VI/AAAAAAAAAq0/BaapTnsPhuw/s200/PC240148.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/S1B2aLQrQnI/AAAAAAAAAqc/GDquvnpZDkE/s1600-h/PC240150.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/S1B2aLQrQnI/AAAAAAAAAqc/GDquvnpZDkE/s200/PC240150.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/S1B2ffbv-jI/AAAAAAAAAqk/NEu2iS2oipA/s1600-h/PC240158.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/S1B2ffbv-jI/AAAAAAAAAqk/NEu2iS2oipA/s200/PC240158.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/S1B2jAj4rWI/AAAAAAAAAqs/tp14nElGq70/s1600-h/PC240160.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/S1B2jAj4rWI/AAAAAAAAAqs/tp14nElGq70/s200/PC240160.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After the Cadwell's, we all got ready and celebrated ANOTHER Christmas with Dusty's family! We have a lot of fun with this side because of the traditions!&amp;nbsp; The next day we spent with the Penrod's. I LOVE seeing this side. They come at 11am and leave at 11pm:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Brett and I are so blessed to be apart of two amazing families.&amp;nbsp; We talk about and thank God for the blessings he has poured upon us. Every Christmas event we went to, we would think and dream about what it would be like a year from now!!!! Until then, we will thank God for what he has given us and enjoy kick and moment inside my belly:):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/S1HjH4u-yAI/AAAAAAAAAq8/7uiXFG8_dkk/s1600-h/915106870506.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/S1HjH4u-yAI/AAAAAAAAAq8/7uiXFG8_dkk/s320/915106870506.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5200249424405969713-463005866385148824?l=cadwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadwells.blogspot.com/feeds/463005866385148824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cadwells.blogspot.com/2010/01/ho-ho-ho-christmas-in-january.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5200249424405969713/posts/default/463005866385148824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5200249424405969713/posts/default/463005866385148824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadwells.blogspot.com/2010/01/ho-ho-ho-christmas-in-january.html' title='Ho Ho Ho! Christmas in January!'/><author><name>Cadwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11980510647752428060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/SpXkRGXIWRI/AAAAAAAAAcw/eUY02rBgECE/S220/DSCF1246.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/S0s4PDgLMLI/AAAAAAAAAos/rxwhUxWz4Jo/s72-c/PC190116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200249424405969713.post-2178989026178201596</id><published>2010-01-11T09:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T09:21:36.028-05:00</updated><title type='text'>34 week update!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;b style="border-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 100%; font-style: inherit; font-weight: bold; margin: 0px; outline-width: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;A&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;lil&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;update about how this &lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;whole pregnancy thing is going:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How far along?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; 34 weeks along! (41 days to go:)) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="border-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 100%; font-style: inherit; font-weight: bold; margin: 0px; outline-width: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Total weight gain/loss:&lt;/b&gt; According to my scales at home- 24 pounds! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="border-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 100%; font-style: inherit; font-weight: bold; margin: 0px; outline-width: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Stretch marks?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Thank you Mom! I owe my "no stretch marks" answer to you! (I heard they are genetic) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 100%; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;b style="border-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 100%; font-style: inherit; font-weight: normal; margin: 0px; outline-width: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="border-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 100%; font-style: inherit; font-weight: normal; margin: 0px; outline-width: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="border-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 100%; font-style: inherit; font-weight: normal; margin: 0px; outline-width: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;B&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;est &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="-moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; background: rgb(255, 255, 255) none repeat scroll 0% 0%;"&gt;mome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: white; border-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 100%; font-style: inherit; font-weight: bold; margin: 0px; outline-width: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="-moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; background: rgb(255, 255, 255) none repeat scroll 0% 0%;"&gt;nt&lt;/span&gt; this week: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: white; border-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 100%; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; outline-width: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;My latest baby shower... I have had two so far: The first was the &lt;span style="-moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; background: rgb(255, 255, 255) none repeat scroll 0% 0%;"&gt;Kessler&lt;/span&gt; family in late Nov. and then yesterday Vickie's friends hosted a shower! I get so excited opening each gift and picturing our &lt;span style="-moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; background: rgb(255, 255, 255) none repeat scroll 0% 0%;"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; guy using it! We have felt so blessed with all the gifts given! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt; &lt;b style="background-color: white; border-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 100%; font-style: inherit; font-weight: bold; margin: 0px; outline-width: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Movement:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt; Several times on the hour. This is one of the Lord's greatest blessings. This child loves to roll from side to side, and his parents LOVE watching him to do! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;b style="border-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 100%; font-style: inherit; font-weight: bold; margin: 0px; outline-width: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Food cravings: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="border-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 100%; font-style: inherit; font-weight: normal; margin: 0px; outline-width: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Surprisingly, and disappointingly, NO! I was &lt;span style="-moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; background: rgb(255, 255, 255) none repeat scroll 0% 0%;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; looking forward to "milking it" when it came to the food craving! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="border-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 100%; font-style: inherit; font-weight: bold; margin: 0px; outline-width: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Gender: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="border-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 100%; font-style: inherit; font-weight: normal; margin: 0px; outline-width: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;b style="border-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 100%; font-style: inherit; font-weight: normal; margin: 0px; outline-width: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;BOY OH BOY! We LOVE our &lt;span style="-moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; background: rgb(255, 255, 255) none repeat scroll 0% 0%;"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; BOY:)&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="border-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 100%; font-style: inherit; font-weight: bold; margin: 0px; outline-width: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Labor Signs:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: white; border-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 100%; font-style: inherit; font-weight: bold; margin: 0px; outline-width: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="border-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 100%; font-style: inherit; font-weight: normal; margin: 0px; outline-width: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;None... I'm looking forward to this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="-moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; background: rgb(255, 255, 255) none repeat scroll 0% 0%;"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt; g&lt;/span&gt;uy "dropping." It gets so hard to breath sometimes!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="border-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 100%; font-style: inherit; font-weight: bold; margin: 0px; outline-width: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Belly Button in or out?&lt;/b&gt; My Belly Button is basically flat! It hasn't popped out, but it is definitely not in! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="border-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 100%; font-style: inherit; font-weight: bold; margin: 0px; outline-width: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;What I miss: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b face="inherit" size="3" style="border-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; outline-width: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Being able to get comfortable in the evenings. I tend to go to bed early, simply because I can't lay on our couch very easily! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="border-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 100%; font-style: inherit; font-weight: bold; margin: 0px; outline-width: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;What I am looking forward to:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="border-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 100%; font-style: inherit; font-weight: normal; margin: 0px; outline-width: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt; Baby showers coming up! My friends are throwing a "friends" shower on Friday. Then a school shower next Thursday.. and then Whit and I will have our double-shower on the 23rd!!! I love getting to see people I haven't seen in awhile.. and then saying to them, "Next time I see you, I'll be a MOMMY:)" &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="border-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 100%; font-style: inherit; font-weight: bold; margin: 0px; outline-width: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Weekly Wisdom: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="border-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 100%; font-style: inherit; font-weight: normal; margin: 0px; outline-width: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Well, The &lt;span style="-moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; background: rgb(255, 255, 255) none repeat scroll 0% 0%;"&gt;Dahlstrom's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt; &amp;amp; The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="-moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; background: rgb(255, 255, 255) none repeat scroll 0% 0%;"&gt;Cadwell's&lt;/span&gt; began our Labor &amp;amp; Delivery class on Wednesday! I'm receiving &lt;span style="-moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; background: rgb(255, 255, 255) none repeat scroll 0% 0%;"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt; of "wisdom" from that:) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="border-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 100%; font-style: inherit; font-weight: bold; margin: 0px; outline-width: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;b style="border-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 100%; font-style: inherit; font-weight: bold; margin: 0px; outline-width: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Milestones:&lt;/b&gt;My nursery is as complete as it can be right now! Now I just have to fill it with his actually necessities! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5200249424405969713-2178989026178201596?l=cadwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadwells.blogspot.com/feeds/2178989026178201596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cadwells.blogspot.com/2010/01/34-week-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5200249424405969713/posts/default/2178989026178201596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5200249424405969713/posts/default/2178989026178201596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadwells.blogspot.com/2010/01/34-week-update.html' title='34 week update!'/><author><name>Cadwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11980510647752428060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/SpXkRGXIWRI/AAAAAAAAAcw/eUY02rBgECE/S220/DSCF1246.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200249424405969713.post-5618783035861924610</id><published>2009-12-13T16:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T16:27:20.089-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Parents already!!!</title><content type='html'>Has it really been a month since I have posted a blog? WOW!&amp;nbsp; Well I assure you, I've had great intenstions.. but preparing for a baby is a lot of work! A lot of work.. but Oh.. it is so fun:) We have been very busy painting, shopping, painting, buying, shopping... you get the idea:):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/SyVX1O1guWI/AAAAAAAAAng/R9WZZireqMk/s1600-h/PB140260.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/SyVX1O1guWI/AAAAAAAAAng/R9WZZireqMk/s320/PB140260.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/SyVXa6TsaxI/AAAAAAAAAm4/28r6Qh6f1as/s1600-h/PB140259.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/SyVXa6TsaxI/AAAAAAAAAm4/28r6Qh6f1as/s320/PB140259.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I can't put into words how thankful I am for Brett. I honestly believe that for some reason, the Lord reserved the best guy out there.. all for me!!! He has been so great through this whole pregnancy thing! He talks about the baby and to the baby! He has done everything that I have asked helped with.. plus MORE when it comes to the nursery, and he goes out of his way to make me comfortable and feel beautiful! We are so so excited for our lil guy to get here, but are really trying to appreciate the calm nights we have at home until he does!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I was so excited when one of my Kinder student's parents gave us several BRAND new clothes and this Baby Bjorn! We like to make Tuck feel part of this whole baby process, so he gets to try it out first:):)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/SyVXV5_sLVI/AAAAAAAAAmw/7HH58BgxOdo/s1600-h/PA270219.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/SyVXV5_sLVI/AAAAAAAAAmw/7HH58BgxOdo/s320/PA270219.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;The baby nursery is coming along great. It took me awhile to decide what color scheme I wanted.&amp;nbsp; I originally bought some green and brown bedding, but wasn't too happy with it when it arrived.&amp;nbsp; Brett said he didn't care what color I chose, but the more I thought about it... I knew he would love a baby blue type color (His favorite color is represented by his North Carolina Tar Heels:)) My friend Sue came over to help me paint (as she does when I decide to do any home decor dealing with paint:))&amp;nbsp; I used the leftover brown that was in our kitchen and wa-la!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/SyVXgDG56aI/AAAAAAAAAnA/teOitgv71I0/s1600-h/PB220271.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/SyVXgDG56aI/AAAAAAAAAnA/teOitgv71I0/s320/PB220271.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/SyVXpZXkU_I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/A7OsLzq3LyM/s1600-h/PB290322.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/SyVXpZXkU_I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/A7OsLzq3LyM/s320/PB290322.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Brett has been busy putting up the chair rail, and putting the crib together! What a great sport!!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; When the nursrey is COMPLETE.. we'll show you more.. this is just a lil sneak peak:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/SyVXutyUrQI/AAAAAAAAAnY/vaux2pvgih4/s1600-h/PC030033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/SyVXutyUrQI/AAAAAAAAAnY/vaux2pvgih4/s320/PC030033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; We can check a few things off our list..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; 1. Bedding - Check!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; 2. Crib-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Check!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; 3. Dresser- Check!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; 4. Glider- It's in the process of being recovered!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Baby B-Cad has some amazing grandparents who have helped so much with buying things for the nursery! He has an awesome Aunt Whitney as well! We have had so much fun buying decorations and putting together a pregnancy scrapbook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Well thats the update on the nursery! As for me and Baby B-Cad.. we're having a BLAST together! We play this lil game often where he pushes my ribs and I push back on his lil bum!&amp;nbsp; Again, I can't wait until I am actually holding my lil buddy,&amp;nbsp; but in the meantime- I LOVE LOVE LOVE carrying this child!!!&amp;nbsp; And everytime I feel him move inside me, I ALWAYS smile, and give the Praise back to the One who created him!!!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5200249424405969713-5618783035861924610?l=cadwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadwells.blogspot.com/feeds/5618783035861924610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cadwells.blogspot.com/2009/12/busy-parents-already.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5200249424405969713/posts/default/5618783035861924610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5200249424405969713/posts/default/5618783035861924610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadwells.blogspot.com/2009/12/busy-parents-already.html' title='Busy Parents already!!!'/><author><name>Cadwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11980510647752428060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/SpXkRGXIWRI/AAAAAAAAAcw/eUY02rBgECE/S220/DSCF1246.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/SyVX1O1guWI/AAAAAAAAAng/R9WZZireqMk/s72-c/PB140260.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200249424405969713.post-7638140129148357151</id><published>2009-11-11T07:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T10:54:39.352-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Popcorn in my Belly!</title><content type='html'>My greatest moment of pregnancy happened last night!!! (Well, 2nd to when we found out what Baby B-Cad was going to be:)) I was sitting in small group, and hoping that this child would move.. nothing! Once everyone left, and I was laying down, I not only felt him move, but my blanket moved too!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It was the 1st time that Brett got to see him move in my stomach.. he was going crazy! My stomach looks like one of those air pop popcorn machines:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/SvqyWVIVOVI/AAAAAAAAAl0/vb_EWWXLNJs/s1600-h/PB080253.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/SvqyWVIVOVI/AAAAAAAAAl0/vb_EWWXLNJs/s320/PB080253.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I'm now 25 weeks... LOVING everyday of pregnancy!&amp;nbsp; I cannot wait to see this lil guy.. but I know that I'm going to miss actually being pregnant!&amp;nbsp; We just had a Dr. appointment.. and the Dr. said he is measuring BIG! She had "he has definately hit a growth spurt, but should slow down a bit about 30 weeks. I think he is about 2 pounds!!... Brett and I are starting to wonder if Baby B-Cad is going to take after his Pawpa Neier!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5200249424405969713-7638140129148357151?l=cadwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadwells.blogspot.com/feeds/7638140129148357151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cadwells.blogspot.com/2009/11/popcorn-in-my-belly.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5200249424405969713/posts/default/7638140129148357151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5200249424405969713/posts/default/7638140129148357151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadwells.blogspot.com/2009/11/popcorn-in-my-belly.html' title='Popcorn in my Belly!'/><author><name>Cadwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11980510647752428060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/SpXkRGXIWRI/AAAAAAAAAcw/eUY02rBgECE/S220/DSCF1246.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/SvqyWVIVOVI/AAAAAAAAAl0/vb_EWWXLNJs/s72-c/PB080253.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200249424405969713.post-4045940724818411104</id><published>2009-11-10T09:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T09:40:09.109-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ordinary, yet Extraordinary!</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; Brett and I's small group is made up of 5 couples.&amp;nbsp; Each of these couples are very &lt;b&gt;ordinary&lt;/b&gt; people.. but have huge hearts!&amp;nbsp; Each year, we have focused on a specific area where we can grow.. the first year together, it was Fellowship.&amp;nbsp; Each couple was new to Noblesville, and had no other friends or family in the area... so we spent a lot of time fellowshipping together.. last year, our focus was study. We dug into the word and grew more on a spiritual level.. this year, we tried to take the focus off of ourselves, and try to give more back to our community...&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I in no way, want this to sound like we are patting ourseleves on the back, but rather as accountability that we will continue this mindset...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We have done various things around our community that in small ways might impact others.&amp;nbsp; We adopted a single mom, and have helped her wih her girls, along with moving out of a bad apartment.&amp;nbsp; About every other month we will have a lunch-in after church and donate the money we would normally spend on an after church meal, and use the money instead to help someone in the community. We provided Christmas for a family, helped a boy (who was the first to go to college in his family), purchase items he would need in he dorm, and most recently, we saved up some money to buy gift bags to take on our next little adventure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We not only wanted to help in our own community, but to expand this midset into our country.&amp;nbsp; We decided to go on a short mission trip to the Appalachian Mountains in Kentucky, an area very effected by poverty.&amp;nbsp; We found an organization called &lt;b&gt;"God's Love from a Diaper Bag." &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Going on a mission trip, you think that you go to "&lt;b&gt;Change&lt;/b&gt;" or "&lt;b&gt;Help&lt;/b&gt;" them in some way.. and maybe in "some way" we did... the guys did some small construction projects (the girls tried to help), and we got to do some neat things in the community, like pass out the gift bags at a nursuring home.. and spent the afternoon visiting, we passed out pizza to elderly in apartments, and passed out school supplies to kids on Halloween... but after we left this place after a short 3 day trip.. we realized that we didn't do much.. instead we came away from this place inspiried and challenged...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;Bessy &amp;amp; Lester are the founders of "God's Love From a Diaper Bag.&lt;/b&gt;" You could go on the web and try to find more info on this, but you will find none.&amp;nbsp; They don't even have an email address they use consistantly.&amp;nbsp; They are the most kind-hearted, sweetest people you could meet, yet they are&lt;b&gt; very ordinary.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; This ministry began by Bessy giving away diapers out of her truck in a Wal-Mart parking lot.. and because she has been obedient to the Lord, and has heard his calling, He has used Bessy in such a mighty way to impact her community.&amp;nbsp; Lots of people and various churches have come by her side and helped her and this ministry.&amp;nbsp; They have donated lots of diapers, other baby products, and their time to help the people in this community.&amp;nbsp; The people in this area can come day or night and recieve diapers, formula, blankets, clothes, medicine, etc for their babies.&amp;nbsp; She has baby showers for groups of 20 women at a time, and they have begun construction and are adding on to this mission.. when the contruction is completed, she will have a couple dental offices to help people with dental problems.&amp;nbsp; She has no day off, and works long hours and even lives in the same place they do their ministry.&amp;nbsp; She would be nobody special to someone in the next county over, but to those who have bennifited from this ministry, she is a celebrity! &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; I could go on and on, about how amazing this ministry has been to the people in Jenkins, KY, but my point is simple.. &lt;b&gt;We are all such very &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;ORDINARY&lt;/span&gt; people.. ordinary yes.. but if you are willing to go outside your comfort zone, and invest some time.. you can become &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;extraordinary...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/Svl6xdv73yI/AAAAAAAAAls/eYk9JJP89Ig/s1600-h/PA300229.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Allow Bessy &amp;amp; Lester.. a couple 50 year olds with no special talents to be an inspiration.&amp;nbsp; I know that Brett and I have thought and talked about this a lot.. we don't know what the Lord has in store for us.. but we are excited to find out! 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Later, we all gathered around to share some of the things that we included in our Time Capsule... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/SuhMSvJWIOI/AAAAAAAAAjs/Jc2ttWOrzB0/s1600-h/334835659406.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/SuhMSvJWIOI/AAAAAAAAAjs/Jc2ttWOrzB0/s320/334835659406.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; My extended Neier family now represents over 20 individual families.&amp;nbsp; Each family put something in a PVC Pipe that they, or their children or grandchildren would open in 2050.&amp;nbsp; Each family's time capsule was different.. some chose to reflect on past memories made and special moments they had at Papaw's Pond, some wrote letters to their children and grandchidren.&amp;nbsp; Lists were made about cost of living and gas prices, details about where our culture is in terms of morals and ethic.&amp;nbsp; Brett and I made a CD of our favorite songs, along with a detailed description about where we are in our lives,&amp;nbsp; my cousin put his college basketball jersey in, my dad wrote about a typical day in his life, along with where he wants his children and grandchildren to be.&amp;nbsp; The lists goes on and on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/SuhMjcYzT0I/AAAAAAAAAkM/TfDog3ZTnmw/s1600-h/904276659406.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/SuhMjcYzT0I/AAAAAAAAAkM/TfDog3ZTnmw/s200/904276659406.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/SuhMd79F0cI/AAAAAAAAAj8/QzICguIx1h0/s1600-h/823436659406%282%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/SuhMd79F0cI/AAAAAAAAAj8/QzICguIx1h0/s200/823436659406%282%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; One particular time capsule that was shared really stood out in my mind:&amp;nbsp; My Aunt Rhonda's.&amp;nbsp; She reflected on WHAT Pawpa's Pond is, and how important is has become to our family. More importantly, she reflected on the person behind this amazing Pond, My PAPAW!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My Papaw Neier has been gone now for over a decade.&amp;nbsp; Its easy to forget about WHO he was&amp;nbsp;because at the time died, I was in middle school.&amp;nbsp; After hearing her talk about how much he loved his children, and how much more he loved the Lord, how hard of worker he was, and how respected he was (and still is) around his community.... I started thinking how much I owe this Papaw of mine...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; He wasn't someone I personally knew very well.. the few memories I have of him aren't even pleasant ones! When I stayed at his house, he fixed me oatmeal... the NON-FLAVORED kind... He gave me "boy" presents at Christmas time,&amp;nbsp; he ALWAYS smelled like the backyard, and when I asked him a question, he never gave me a direct answer.. "Papaw, How old are you?" "Do you know how old Dirt Is!?" he would respond...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt; However, little do I know how much my faith in Jesus is in exsistance because of his wisdom, leadership, and his own heart for the Lord!&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; Because of him and his faith, my dad became the man of God that he is, and chose to marry someone, like my mom, who loves the Lord as well, and through my Papaw's example of a father who loves Christ, my dad became that, and much more to me and my sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;Its amazing to think about the fact that my Papaw didn't impact me directly, but his memory and character still lives on, and because of that, I&amp;nbsp;am who I am, and where I am today!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Not only was this "assignment" my dad gave to us going to be something we appreciate in 41 years..but even more importantly, it made me think about my current life. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;What are Brett and I doing in our day to day lives that is going to make an impact on who our children turn out to be in 41 years?&lt;/b&gt; Will it matter what color of bedding I pick out for our lil boy? What his baby clothes look like?&amp;nbsp; What we choose to do for fun on the weekends?&amp;nbsp; What kind of car we drive? Are those the things that we will remember in 41 years? Or that someone will remember about us?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I think of the day when our lil boy (and Lord willing, his siblings, spouse, and children) open this time capsule...and he reflects on his parents and grandparents. &lt;b&gt;What will he think of us?&amp;nbsp; When he thinks of us, will he think of us as Godly parents who have love and respect for each other and their kids?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I think we all wish and hope that our children will see us in a positive light. as Christ Followers and Servents!... but what we sometimes miss, is that we ACTUALLY have to BE that person, for our children to see us that way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/SuhMYu-vkPI/AAAAAAAAAj0/j_Sur6yBzT8/s1600-h/806526659406.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/SuhMYu-vkPI/AAAAAAAAAj0/j_Sur6yBzT8/s320/806526659406.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/SuhMhAMWWSI/AAAAAAAAAkE/P-VrRPsznQE/s1600-h/568476659406.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/SuhMhAMWWSI/AAAAAAAAAkE/P-VrRPsznQE/s320/568476659406.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I challenge you to reflect on your life today, just as Brett and I have done, and don't just HOPE that in 41 years that someone will be talking about you, and thanking you for showing them Christ.... But actually BE that person.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5200249424405969713-7857820088022051824?l=cadwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadwells.blogspot.com/feeds/7857820088022051824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cadwells.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-2050.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5200249424405969713/posts/default/7857820088022051824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5200249424405969713/posts/default/7857820088022051824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadwells.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-2050.html' title='October 2050'/><author><name>Cadwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11980510647752428060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/SpXkRGXIWRI/AAAAAAAAAcw/eUY02rBgECE/S220/DSCF1246.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/SuhMSvJWIOI/AAAAAAAAAjs/Jc2ttWOrzB0/s72-c/334835659406.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200249424405969713.post-2975682935603481606</id><published>2009-10-21T08:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T08:59:03.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"I can't Wait to see Jesus!"</title><content type='html'>Teaching Sunday can occasionally feel like a duty, like a chore.  Something that I should do... When I received my new class of Kindergarten Kids, I quickly compared them to how my own kids behave in my class at Fall Creek, and how much easier MY KIDS are to teach.  After reflecting on this, I have been convicted of this attitude...&lt;br /&gt;    This last Sunday, I was teaching those same kids. During worship, we were singing fun songs and slow slongs... After we got done singing "Jesus is my Super Hero" (An oldie but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;goodie&lt;/span&gt; from back in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;CIY&lt;/span&gt; days:)), One of my Kindergarten Kids came up to me and pulled my hand, with a huge smile on her face she said &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Miss Shelby, I can't WAIT to see Jesus!"&lt;/span&gt;   It was so sincere and so real!    A huge smile was placed on my face, and tears filled my eyes!&lt;br /&gt;Not only did this convict me of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;attitude&lt;/span&gt; towards teaching Sunday School, but it changed the way I taught the rest of that day... I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; just read a story about God... I had the opportunity to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHARE CHRIST!!!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Even though teaching in my own school setting is "easier", I don't have the opportunity like I have at church to openly tell these young kiddos about Jesus! What a gift! What a Blessing!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I cannot wait for the day..and it'll be here very soon:)... when Brett and I get to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;share Christ with our son.&lt;/span&gt;  Not only do we pray for him to be healthy, but we pray already that he will love Jesus... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5200249424405969713-2975682935603481606?l=cadwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadwells.blogspot.com/feeds/2975682935603481606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cadwells.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-cant-wait-to-see-jesus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5200249424405969713/posts/default/2975682935603481606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5200249424405969713/posts/default/2975682935603481606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadwells.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-cant-wait-to-see-jesus.html' title='&quot;I can&apos;t Wait to see Jesus!&quot;'/><author><name>Cadwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11980510647752428060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/SpXkRGXIWRI/AAAAAAAAAcw/eUY02rBgECE/S220/DSCF1246.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200249424405969713.post-1243549489039447744</id><published>2009-10-17T18:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T09:57:03.644-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BABIES EVERYWHERE:):)</title><content type='html'>Even though Brett and I feel like the world has stopped since Lil Baby B-Cad has come into our lives.. there are other who feel the exact same way about their &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; bundle of joys!&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to give a shout out to some others in my life who I am very excited for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never did mention the amazing fact that my youngest sister and best friend is very &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;unexpectingly&lt;/span&gt;.. expecting:) Whitney and I were laughing about her "realization" of her pregnancy just a couple days ago.. I remember the day very well and those words she said with that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; crying voice... "It says positive.. is there any  chance it could be wrong?!" &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.. I just laughed and said "NOPE!"   I have LOVED LOVED LOVED going through this process with her.. I have loved seeing how her emotions QUICKLY changed once she, herself got to experience those first moments of pregnancy and the awe factor tied with God's blessings! Her and I are exactly 7 weeks apart.. so every Sunday, I call and say, "Happy 12 weeks... Happy 13 weeks.. etc" I have loved talking about &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;room&lt;/span&gt; decor and travel systems!   She laughs, and I dread the day when Baby &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Dahl&lt;/span&gt; and Baby B-Cad are old enough to play together, and that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Dahl&lt;/span&gt; Baby is beating up on my Baby  B-Cad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/SuGnZc_NxiI/AAAAAAAAAiM/jhD8tZiH6NY/s1600-h/PA100106.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395777884286469666" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/SuGnZc_NxiI/AAAAAAAAAiM/jhD8tZiH6NY/s320/PA100106.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; height: 320px; width: 208px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the Lord has doubled the blessings, and doubled the cousins! RACHAEL is 3 1/2 weeks behind me! RIGHT in the MIDDLE of Whitney and I!!!!   I am so glad that she is going through this with us, otherwise she would be very annoyed talking about baby names  every minute we spend together:) She is so great with answering my questions, and giving me advice.. Its also great to have someone tell me which of the 50 choices of bottles and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;pacifiers&lt;/span&gt; I am suppose to register for! Oh.. and did I mention, she is having a BOY TOO!!! Surprise Surprise:) Another boy!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Sorry.. no picture:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend from college just had her baby boy... Kaiden Lee Jones!! I am so hapy for her and Ryan, and so glad everything went great with her delivery! This is her and I at her baby shower... she was 37 weeks, and I was 18 weeks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/SuGnZ12mc7I/AAAAAAAAAiU/jx9dCMJP2IM/s1600-h/P9190010.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395777890961224626" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/SuGnZ12mc7I/AAAAAAAAAiU/jx9dCMJP2IM/s320/P9190010.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; height: 256px; width: 192px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samantha and I have been friends for a LONG time... we usd to play the "dot game" in the middle of the church service back at Roachdale Christian Church.. Its amazing how 15 years have past, and we are living a couple miles apart from one another, we go to the same church, and are in the same small group. Samanaha and JT have been through a lot these last few years... trials and blessings!!! They are currently foster parents for a lil baby boy, Anthony, and his 2 year old sister, Jade.  These two lil ones have not only been a blessing in their life, but in all of our friends as well!!! SOON they will adopt... they are guessing and hoping that this will be shortly after Christmas!!! ANOTHER friend for Baby B-Cad to have!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/SuGnanVnglI/AAAAAAAAAic/x_dPA4Y6JWA/s1600-h/PA080075.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395777904244654674" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/SuGnanVnglI/AAAAAAAAAic/x_dPA4Y6JWA/s320/PA080075.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; height: 280px; width: 210px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been patiently waiting to find out is my cousin Stacy will be having a lil boy or girl.....&lt;br /&gt;Well our family LOVES those boys, so there is no surprise that she had a Baby BOY.. Kysen Wayne Cox!! Congrats Stacy! We never did get a picture together, did we:(?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last fun lil fact... Baby B-Cad will be the 19th baby on the Neier side (Feb.).. Baby Phillips, the 20th (March), Baby Dahl, the 21st (Apil).. and we have recently found out that my cousin Blaire and his wife are expecting in May (22nd) , and My cousin Tyler and his wife, Mishelle are expecting in June!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;24 babies... UNDER the age of 6!!!!!!!! We have followed the Lord's commandment, haven't we..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/SuhNoVtZXfI/AAAAAAAAAkU/rP8L1TxK7Mg/s1600-h/398045659406.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/SuhNoVtZXfI/AAAAAAAAAkU/rP8L1TxK7Mg/s320/398045659406.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Be Fruitful and Multiply!!!    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5200249424405969713-1243549489039447744?l=cadwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadwells.blogspot.com/feeds/1243549489039447744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cadwells.blogspot.com/2009/10/even-though-brett-and-i-feel-like-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5200249424405969713/posts/default/1243549489039447744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5200249424405969713/posts/default/1243549489039447744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadwells.blogspot.com/2009/10/even-though-brett-and-i-feel-like-world.html' title='BABIES EVERYWHERE:):)'/><author><name>Cadwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11980510647752428060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/SpXkRGXIWRI/AAAAAAAAAcw/eUY02rBgECE/S220/DSCF1246.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/SuGnZc_NxiI/AAAAAAAAAiM/jhD8tZiH6NY/s72-c/PA100106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200249424405969713.post-9070276951857529885</id><published>2009-10-17T17:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T18:15:02.662-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Signs of Pregnancy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/StpBkRDQA2I/AAAAAAAAAh8/u_8wVBRt2UU/s1600-h/PA090077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/StpBkRDQA2I/AAAAAAAAAh8/u_8wVBRt2UU/s320/PA090077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393695595037721442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wow... am I pregnant!! I feel it in every way.. but LOVING it everyday!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1st Sign of Pregnancy- EVERYTHING expands!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My belly is getting bigger by the day.. and I should add.. my butt, my legs, my BRA,... the list could go on and on:) However this is the one time in my life where I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; mind:) I'm still on the "low side" of where my weight should be at this time... but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;secretly&lt;/span&gt; wish I was one of those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pregos&lt;/span&gt; that JUST has a big belly:) I ordered my first pair of maternity jeans!! So far I have been able to get by with the amazing BELLA BAND!! I am still wearing all of my same clothes, but just look a tad different in them:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; Sign of Pregnancy&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Desiring to go to the baby section of stores BEFORE I go to my own!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I see so much that I WANT WANT WANT, I hold off, (because I'm so cheap) and know that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;shouldn't&lt;/span&gt; pay $20 for something that he will be in for one month! I have found a few good buys.. $2 shorts at Old Navy, and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;khakis&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;linen&lt;/span&gt; bib outfit at a 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; hand store! Both of which I used my birthday money for:) I think I might have to have a talk with Brett.. adding another envelope that says "Baby B-Cad's clothes:)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3rd  (and most exciting) Sign of Pregnancy- The Big Goldfish swimming in my belly:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brett is getting his hopes up all ready thinking about how much his son is going to love sports! This baby is ACTIVE!!! My favorite times of the day are when this child moves in my tummy:) He is most active in the early morning, and in the evening. I have never touched my own stomach so much in all my life!&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad because I get to experience this, but Brett isn't able to feel him... that is until Thursday night.. when I was laying on the couch and Baby B-Cad was having a party! I took Brett's hand on my stomach and said, "I bet you can feel him today!" It was the greatest moment when we both looked at each other the exact same time, and both got so excited! He said "I felt him!" I wish you could of seen Brett's face.. he has been so cute.. he touches my stomach and talks to Baby B-Cad all the time! I love it:)&lt;br /&gt;We had our 22 week appointment last week and everything was great! As soon as she put that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; device of my stomach, I could hear his heartbeat.. I asked her why the sound was going in and out so much, and she looked at me and said, "Because he is moving around so much!" She started laughing, because he "kicked" her as she was trying to hear his heartbeat:)"&lt;br /&gt;She said that my stomach is measuring perfectly (whatever that means) and that everything seems to be just as it should:) Praise the Lord!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/StpBj2kGGGI/AAAAAAAAAh0/aeIzuOoIiZ4/s1600-h/PA050069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 352px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/StpBj2kGGGI/AAAAAAAAAh0/aeIzuOoIiZ4/s320/PA050069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393695587927726178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5200249424405969713-9070276951857529885?l=cadwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadwells.blogspot.com/feeds/9070276951857529885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cadwells.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-signs-of-pregnancy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5200249424405969713/posts/default/9070276951857529885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5200249424405969713/posts/default/9070276951857529885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadwells.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-signs-of-pregnancy.html' title='My Signs of Pregnancy!'/><author><name>Cadwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11980510647752428060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/SpXkRGXIWRI/AAAAAAAAAcw/eUY02rBgECE/S220/DSCF1246.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/StpBkRDQA2I/AAAAAAAAAh8/u_8wVBRt2UU/s72-c/PA090077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200249424405969713.post-1259867431352292537</id><published>2009-09-26T09:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T16:15:32.639-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy OH BOY!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;As you all now know.....   &lt;strong&gt;WE ARE HA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VING A BOY!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; Let's just start there, because its the most exciting thing that I'm going to write.. however, if you would like details... I'm the one to ask for details:):)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/Sr51dMwxKWI/AAAAAAAAAhM/XH5OPekFcnE/s1600-h/P9230037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/Sr51dMwxKWI/AAAAAAAAAhM/XH5OPekFcnE/s320/P9230037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385871348884121954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Fear. Fear does not come from the Lord. The Lord tells us, instead to, not to be anxious about anything, but pray instead, and present these requests to Him! I was presenting several "requests" to him these last few days.. over and over saying "Lord, calm my anxious heart, do not allow me to fear the unknown." Thursday at 10:30am could not come soon enough. I was counting down the days, the hours, and at 9:35, the minutes. The night before, I went to sleep... but unable to sleep... My heart beating faster and faster just thinking about the next day.&lt;br /&gt;Brett prayed for us that night, and said "Lord, we have already given this child to you.. this child is in your hands and there is nothing we can do.. our desire is to have a healthy baby, but we want your will to be done.. Calm our anxious hearts..." The next morning, I woke up feeling refreshed and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;extremely&lt;/span&gt; excited! I met Brett at the Ultrasound.. both of us in great spirits and so excited to see what the Lord has in store for us...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     We walked into the Ultrasound room and saw no pastor... no music.. no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;congregation&lt;/span&gt;... just us, Becky (the ultrasound lady) and the big Ultrasound machine now on my belly...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;  The second that thing was on my belly, and I saw our baby.. &lt;strong&gt;I knew God was there too. This was a worship experience I have never experienced before&lt;/strong&gt;.   No pastor (expect Pastor B-Cad:)) No music and No &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;con&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;gregation&lt;/span&gt;.  However, God was there, and it was real!!!  Experiencing the feelings I felt is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;indescribable&lt;/span&gt;... the only thing I kept thinking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; Becky said "this looks good... this looks good..." was "Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    After everything looked "great", we told her we were ready to know..  As she said those words.. &lt;strong&gt;"Its a BOY"&lt;/strong&gt; my heart FILLED WITH JOY!!!!! A BOY!!! A PRECIOUS BOY!!!! I know we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; would have been just as excited if she would have said "girl"... but its hard to even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;imagine&lt;/span&gt; now after feeling how excited I was about having a BOY.... we are SO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;EXCITED&lt;/span&gt; ABOUT THIS LIL GUY!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/Sr4QC-Wrw9I/AAAAAAAAAhE/twg7PVQOclY/s1600-h/P9240048.JPG"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b54c82d37bf35d53" 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://v10.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db54c82d37bf35d53%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330097648%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8007A6B3BC36DC4E76AA9A2F4267EF115A5927F4.5F2F5A6D3B1C983E3E84A23919BB0F4B813524D2%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db54c82d37bf35d53%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Ds2ZhaCmd8yUkKGoUS6xiEMcARNM&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://v10.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db54c82d37bf35d53%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330097648%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8007A6B3BC36DC4E76AA9A2F4267EF115A5927F4.5F2F5A6D3B1C983E3E84A23919BB0F4B813524D2%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db54c82d37bf35d53%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Ds2ZhaCmd8yUkKGoUS6xiEMcARNM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt; Brett kept saying over and over how amazing this was... He said "I feel a little overwhelmed right now... I have SO MUCH to teach him!" He was also very concerned about making sure he saw "it." He said "Oh, I think there IT is" and Becky said, "No, don't get your hopes up, that is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;umbilical&lt;/span&gt; cord" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; Baby B-Cad is measuring about 7-8 inches right now... he's "above average" according to Dr. Adams. He is measuring a couple days earlier than the 21st, but not enough for my date to be changed. She said "Who has the Big Feet?" His feet were very big, along with very long legs! (Where did THOSE come from:)) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; After coming from the appointment, I was allowed to tell my sisters (Whitney cried- surprise! surprise! :) ... ALL of who thought for sure it was a girl .. along with the majority of my kinders kiddos. I got to school, and they were all so excited.. knowing that today was the day I found out (we have been counting down.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; To make the "big announcement" educational, I made a graph. They graphed what they thought the baby was.. 16 said girl, and 7 said boy.. When I made the "Big Reveal" and they saw my paper that said "Boy".. they started booing!!!!! I at first got my feelings hurt.. and said "Well Mr. Cadwell and I are VERY excited" Then I realized they are 5 years old, and are just upset because the majority didn't win:) haha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/Sr4QCVjieWI/AAAAAAAAAg8/l9WLfZqWW_0/s1600-h/P9240041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 192px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/Sr4QCVjieWI/AAAAAAAAAg8/l9WLfZqWW_0/s320/P9240041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385759836713679202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/Sr4QC-Wrw9I/AAAAAAAAAhE/twg7PVQOclY/s1600-h/P9240048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 193px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/Sr4QC-Wrw9I/AAAAAAAAAhE/twg7PVQOclY/s320/P9240048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385759847665615826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out to eat with our parents.. P.F. Changs, of course! This was so special for Brett and I to have our parents all to ourselves! They loved our announcement and our gift to them. I forgot to take a picture of it.. but I wrote them a poem, and framed it... they of course were VERY excited for us:) Even the manager Chris got into the spirit of the night and gave us a lil gift.. Baby B-Cad better get used to the idea of going to Changs:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/Sr51dvL1k1I/AAAAAAAAAhU/L7hRlZGxunM/s1600-h/P9240055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/Sr51dvL1k1I/AAAAAAAAAhU/L7hRlZGxunM/s320/P9240055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385871358124462930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;strong&gt; It was an amazing day&lt;/strong&gt;.. next to our wedding.. the greatest day of my life! I am so excited for Brett, and to see him as a dad.. he is going to be the best dad!! I told him yesterday, "I hope Baby B-Cad is JUST like you... EXCEPT.. I want him to want to put on plays and dance around with me!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;strong&gt; Its amazing how this child has made me more in Love with Brett, and more in love with Christ!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you all, friends and fam for your excitement for us:):) I'll keep you updated as much as I can about how our lil guy is doing!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5200249424405969713-1259867431352292537?l=cadwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadwells.blogspot.com/feeds/1259867431352292537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cadwells.blogspot.com/2009/09/as-you-all-now-know.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5200249424405969713/posts/default/1259867431352292537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5200249424405969713/posts/default/1259867431352292537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadwells.blogspot.com/2009/09/as-you-all-now-know.html' title='Boy OH BOY!!!!!'/><author><name>Cadwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11980510647752428060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/SpXkRGXIWRI/AAAAAAAAAcw/eUY02rBgECE/S220/DSCF1246.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/Sr51dMwxKWI/AAAAAAAAAhM/XH5OPekFcnE/s72-c/P9230037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200249424405969713.post-8514003225343867280</id><published>2009-09-15T11:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T15:51:10.692-04:00</updated><title type='text'>September 18, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Approximately&lt;/span&gt; 8 months ago, Brett and I were standing in our bathroom, staring wide-eyed at the positive pregnancy test. Emotions and tears &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;overwhelmed&lt;/span&gt; us by the thought of bringing a life into the world. September 18&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; seemed so far away, but of course, well worth the long wait.&lt;br /&gt;A couple weeks later, we arrived at our 1st ultrasound. Nervous and excited to finally hear the baby's heartbeat! As the Dr. was doing the ultrasound, she noticed a small flicker of a heartbeat, but the baby's heartbeat wasn't strong enough to hear. She said "Are you sure you are 8 1/2 weeks? Your baby is measuring about 6 weeks. Of course confusion, anger, frustration, and plenty of emotion &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;overwhelmed&lt;/span&gt; us as we were trying to figure out exactly what this means. A week later, we went in for another ultrasound to see if the baby had grown in that weeks time. As many of you know, and most of you are figuring out, our fears of not being able to have a baby on September 18&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; were then being lived.&lt;br /&gt;I think about this day often, and still try to figure out why God would have this in His plans. As days seem to move by slowly and time was the only thing getting in the way for Brett and I to try again, I faced God with this question often. The realizations I got from this whole experience gives me peace. I know that the Lord does not give us more than we can handle, (even though at times, I didn't know if I could handle the pain). This experience has allowed me to see how hard it is for others who have gone through this experience or are going through this experience. I have been more sensitive to others and pray for them often. This experience also gave me such insight on how blessed we are to have a Savior that cares for us so much. Anytime I felt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;heartache&lt;/span&gt;, I gave it to Him. This &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt; allowed me to see His goodness, His love, His timing, and the many blessing that I already have. It allowed me to look at my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;husband&lt;/span&gt; in a way I have never seen. I thank God for Brett, and how much he loves me and how much more he loves the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;The fact that our baby is with Jesus now is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;overwhelming&lt;/span&gt;. No one can comprehend the joy that this child is experiencing compared to living on earth. I completely understand that God sees the big picture in our lives. The whole time Brett and I are experiencing this, I believe God was looking at us, heartbroken.. but at the same time with a grin on His face thinking "You just wait.... Wait to see what I have for you...."&lt;br /&gt;and of course, as you know.. this story ends happily... Brett and I were even more joyed when we shockingly discovered that we were expecting again.. (long story about that too:)) I can't describe to you how blessed we feel.. how blessed we are!! I also can't describe how much I love this baby already (and its only the size of a marker!) I smile from ear to ear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I think about God and how he works through hard circumstances. I smile when I think about how this baby is a miracle in itself.. I'm amazed every time I read about what our baby is doing from week to week. I just can't comprehend how I don't do anything, and yet this child is growing inside of me. We serve and are loved by an amazing Creator!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are America's Got Talent watchers, you know the story of Babara Padilla, an opera singer who was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;diagnosed&lt;/span&gt; with cancer and had to come to America for treatment. Here, she met her husband, which allowed her to have her little girl, and then she got the chance to be on the show. Her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;performances&lt;/span&gt; are amazing, and she gives God the credit. She mentioned on the last show, "If I never would have gotten &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;cancer&lt;/span&gt;, none of this would of happened, I want to thank my God"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 21st can't come soon enough... but when it does.. Brett and I will look at our child and say, "If we wouldn't have experienced that pain, we wouldn't of had you."&lt;br /&gt;Praise the Lord!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/SrD8iDNqj4I/AAAAAAAAAg0/j8m8ovZVynA/s1600-h/P9120039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382079216616116098" style="WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/SrD8iDNqj4I/AAAAAAAAAg0/j8m8ovZVynA/s320/P9120039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5200249424405969713-8514003225343867280?l=cadwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadwells.blogspot.com/feeds/8514003225343867280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cadwells.blogspot.com/2009/09/september-18-2009.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5200249424405969713/posts/default/8514003225343867280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5200249424405969713/posts/default/8514003225343867280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadwells.blogspot.com/2009/09/september-18-2009.html' title='September 18, 2009'/><author><name>Cadwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11980510647752428060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/SpXkRGXIWRI/AAAAAAAAAcw/eUY02rBgECE/S220/DSCF1246.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/SrD8iDNqj4I/AAAAAAAAAg0/j8m8ovZVynA/s72-c/P9120039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200249424405969713.post-1529136678836105198</id><published>2009-09-09T12:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T13:25:24.319-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Love</title><content type='html'>Last night was the kickout to our small group.  Brett and I have been extreamly blessed by these other four couples. In just a couple years, they have grown from "members of our small group" to some of our closest friends.  So I was very excited to finally kick off the year (even though we've seen them all summer:)) Yesterday I was busy sweeping the carpet, cleaning, making the dessert, just getting ready for company... I really didn't sit down from the time I started school, until I actually sat down for our group session.  As I was sitting there, watching the video, I started feeling a "flutter".  &lt;strong&gt;The most amazing feeling I have ever felt&lt;/strong&gt;. I had to hide my grinning face, because I was chessy from ear to ear.  I think about our baby about 16 hours a day (the other eight, I'm sleeping, even though most nights I dream about the baby :)), but to actually have this conformation is truly a gift.  I whispered to Brett, "Our baby is moving!" Then the grinning became contagious. Just remembering the look on his face, brings tears to my face now:):)  As I am feeling those "bubbles" in my stomach....I'm watching the video for our first session....&lt;br /&gt;   The name of our study is "Crazy Love"  In the first chapter, the author  wrote about our paryer life, basically saying "STOP PRAYING!"  Most of us (Me!) just go right into praying, asking God for this and that, and don't just take the time to sit, and reflect on how amazing he is, &lt;strong&gt;We don't sit in silence, letting him speak to us&lt;/strong&gt;.  We don't allow him to work in our lives by just taking the time to sit.. because we are so consumed with cheking those prayer requests off one by one.  He said if he stop praying, we might be able to hear God speak to us in our lives....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   What a way for the Lord to speak to me that night... The first time I stopped cleaning, cooking, working, was when I got to experience that most unbelievable "flutter" of our baby.  What else can he show me if I just stop asking, asking, telling, and telling in my prayer life, and simply just Stop and Listen....&lt;br /&gt;   I love the title of this book and how it relates to my life right now.  I am so Crazy in Love with B &amp;amp; I's unborn child... I can't image how Crazy in Love with us He is.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5200249424405969713-1529136678836105198?l=cadwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadwells.blogspot.com/feeds/1529136678836105198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cadwells.blogspot.com/2009/09/crazy-love.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5200249424405969713/posts/default/1529136678836105198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5200249424405969713/posts/default/1529136678836105198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadwells.blogspot.com/2009/09/crazy-love.html' title='Crazy Love'/><author><name>Cadwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11980510647752428060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/SpXkRGXIWRI/AAAAAAAAAcw/eUY02rBgECE/S220/DSCF1246.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200249424405969713.post-7203481555167124524</id><published>2009-09-01T11:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T12:03:00.324-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(65, 72, 94); line-height: 20px;font-family:Trebuchet;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px;font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;strong   style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: bold;font-family:inherit;font-size:100%;"&gt;A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; update about how this &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;whole pregnancy thing is going:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How far along?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; 15 weeks.. one week into my 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; trimester!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-size: 100%; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Total weight gain/loss:&lt;/strong&gt; I go up and down, after my camping trip last week, 3 lb. but this morning was officially just one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-size: 100%; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stretch marks?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ew&lt;/span&gt;, when do I get those?!&lt;strong style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-size: 100%; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;strong style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-size: 100%; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sleep: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-size: 100%; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-size: 100%; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: normal;"&gt;I've slept good, just woke up a few times because I'm so stuffed up! Plus, I get up early in the morning to use the bathroom.. other than that.. 9 hours a night baby!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong   style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:inherit;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-size: 100%; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Best moment this week: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; font-family: inherit; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Yesterday, another teacher said "Oh my gosh Shelby, are you showing?" and touched my stomach! I was so excited, and then I realized how weird that is when someone else touches your stomach:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-size: 100%; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Movement:&lt;/strong&gt; Can't wait!!! I read 16-22 weeks.. we'll see:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px;font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-size: 100%; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Food cravings: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-size: 100%; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Not really... I wish I had some! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong face="inherit" size="3" style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-size: 100%; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gender: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-size: 100%; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Of course, B and I just want a healthy baby... however, we both secretly want a boy.  My "feeling" says girl. We'll see in 3 weeks and 2 days! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong face="inherit" size="3" style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-size: 100%; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Labor Signs: &lt;/strong&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; too early I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-size: 100%; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Belly Button in or out?&lt;/strong&gt; Still very much in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-size: 100%; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: bold;"&gt;What I miss: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong face="inherit" size="3" style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Sweet tea from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Mcalisters&lt;/span&gt;, Diet coke from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;McDonalds&lt;/span&gt;, and the other day Brett brought home Mike's hard pink &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lemonade&lt;/span&gt;! I looked at him like, "WHY did you do that?" He laughed and said "The funny thing is, is that I was actually buying as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; surprise for you, and then when I was signing my credit card, it hit me.. I'm sorry babe, I'm an idiot" I didn't think I missed that until now, when its sitting in our fridge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-size: 100%; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: bold;"&gt;What I am looking forward to:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(65, 72, 94); line-height: 20px;font-family:Trebuchet;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px;font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Looking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;pregnant&lt;/span&gt;, the baby moving, knowing whether to start buying pink or blue!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px;font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-size: 100%; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-size: 100%; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weekly Wisdom:  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-size: 100%; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Phil 4: 6,7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong face="inherit" size="3" style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-size: 100%; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Milestones:&lt;/strong&gt; Everyone knows finally!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5200249424405969713-7203481555167124524?l=cadwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadwells.blogspot.com/feeds/7203481555167124524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cadwells.blogspot.com/2009/09/lil-update-about-our-this-whole.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5200249424405969713/posts/default/7203481555167124524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5200249424405969713/posts/default/7203481555167124524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadwells.blogspot.com/2009/09/lil-update-about-our-this-whole.html' title=''/><author><name>Cadwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11980510647752428060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/SpXkRGXIWRI/AAAAAAAAAcw/eUY02rBgECE/S220/DSCF1246.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200249424405969713.post-2557304632684583934</id><published>2009-08-31T19:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T07:36:18.595-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How much do you know about B &amp; Delb??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I came across this quiz and thought it was cute. What better way to get to know Brett and I than through a Question and Answer session.. enjoy:):)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/Sp8FY7PvUAI/AAAAAAAAAfw/dRi4IdVA080/s1600-h/P7240005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 193px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/Sp8FY7PvUAI/AAAAAAAAAfw/dRi4IdVA080/s320/P7240005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377022405882368002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/Sp8E-FFJviI/AAAAAAAAAfI/deJA6Fcyfyg/s1600-h/DSC_8306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/Sp8E-FFJviI/AAAAAAAAAfI/deJA6Fcyfyg/s320/DSC_8306.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377021944665849378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/Sp-qF607SYI/AAAAAAAAAf4/3VXrY7sQsMQ/s1600-h/3674614465_2b23388297_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 208px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/Sp-qF607SYI/AAAAAAAAAf4/3VXrY7sQsMQ/s320/3674614465_2b23388297_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377203498770975106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/Sp8E-kQQ69I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/pNON_9YlOZ0/s1600-h/DSCF1889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/Sp8E-kQQ69I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/pNON_9YlOZ0/s320/DSCF1889.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377021953033956306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/Sp8E_5RfXzI/AAAAAAAAAfg/zxhJO4zLFFA/s1600-h/3697214192_648b839a69_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 257px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/Sp8E_5RfXzI/AAAAAAAAAfg/zxhJO4zLFFA/s320/3697214192_648b839a69_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377021975856111410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/Sp8FYB6qqPI/AAAAAAAAAfo/wq56-weS1GE/s1600-h/P7240003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/Sp8FYB6qqPI/AAAAAAAAAfo/wq56-weS1GE/s320/P7240003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377022390493161714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/Sp8E_cHUJoI/AAAAAAAAAfY/HgPlIZ233Kc/s1600-h/3695699313_7a1927320b_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/Sp8E_cHUJoI/AAAAAAAAAfY/HgPlIZ233Kc/s320/3695699313_7a1927320b_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377021968028804738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/Sp8E9X33YgI/AAAAAAAAAfA/U_H-AajIiRk/s1600-h/DSCF0791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 254px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/Sp8E9X33YgI/AAAAAAAAAfA/U_H-AajIiRk/s320/DSCF0791.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377021932530524674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What are your middle names?&lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;" class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Andrew &amp;amp; Layne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;2.  How long have you been together?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We just celebrated our 3 year ann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;iversary (July 28&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;) We have "been together" for 6 1/2 years! Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"  &gt;3.  How long did you know each o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"  &gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"  &gt;her before dating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"  &gt;Brett and I met my freshman year in high school.. he was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sophomore&lt;/span&gt;. We met at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kingsway&lt;/span&gt; at a youth group thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/Spxd4syo-2I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/PxUBdaeTpZI/s1600-h/1st+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 107px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/Spxd4syo-2I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/PxUBdaeTpZI/s320/1st+pic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376275283851148130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;4. Who asked who out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Brett.. 1st time (in high scho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ol) he came up to me and asked for my email address.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"  &gt;Then he asked ME if he would like it if he went to MY high school dance:) (Bold.. I like it:))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; We hung out so much in college.. it just kinda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"  &gt;5.  Do you have any children together?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"  &gt;Yes! One w/ Jesus (Huck:)) a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"  &gt;nd o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"  &gt;ne on the way!!!! FEBRUARY 21ST!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"  &gt;6.  What about pets?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"  &gt;Ah.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;yah&lt;/span&gt;.. Tucker... Tucker is Brett's dog. However, Tucker likes me better than Brett. I walk him everyday and let him lick my lunch leftovers... However, he LOVES and adores Brett. Brett is his master, his buddy, his BFF:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"  &gt;If you have to have a dog.. Tucker is the best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"  &gt; you could have:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"  &gt;7.  Did you go to the sam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"  &gt;e school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/Sp0w-xzoJ3I/AAAAAAAAAeo/X32c4PcORs0/s1600-h/strong+cupple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 101px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/Sp0w-xzoJ3I/AAAAAAAAAeo/X32c4PcORs0/s320/strong+cupple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376507385230141298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We both went to Taylor. LOVED th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;at experience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ogether.. we met our "ever lasting" friends there.. and its so neat that we both know each others friends so well too! Actually 9 of 10 people from our wedding &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;party went there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"  &gt;8.  Where do you eat ou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"  &gt;t most as a couple?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"  &gt;Friday nights- Hot Box Pizza...... Sunday after church.-El &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Camino&lt;/span&gt; ....Special Occasions- P.F. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Changs&lt;/span&gt;.. and when we are "splurging" on a week day night, we go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Mcalisters&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"  &gt;9.  Where is the furthest the two of you have traveled as a couple?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"  &gt;We have been to Ukraine twice.. (which is the furthest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;obviously&lt;/span&gt;:)) we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Cabo&lt;/span&gt; on our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;honeymoon&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Florida&lt;/span&gt; for SB, New York in college for a wedding, and we have driven several places in the U.S... MI, WI, TN, OH, etc. We LOVE vacations!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"  &gt;10.  Who has the worst temper? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.. I get more "emotionally involved" in our discussions, but Brett is more "easily angered". We will fuss at each other, but we rarely "fight". We are pretty open at saying anything that bothers us at the time it happens, rather tha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"  &gt;n letti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"  &gt;ng it build up. Our closest friends finds our relationship very entertaining, I'm sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"  &gt;11.  Who does the cooking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"  &gt;I do. I love it. I have such specific ways that I liked things cooked, that I would drive Brett crazy if he cooked. I'm very proud to say that when he says he is going to be home at 6:15, dinner is on the table at 6:16! I know it sounds cheesy, but this is one of my favorite things.. its like I am actually getting to help and serve him! Plus, if Brett cooked, we would have Buffalo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Chix&lt;/span&gt; Wings every night (that is all he fixes when I'm not home:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"  &gt;12.  Who is more social?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Anyone reading this, knows that answer. I get &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;energized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; by being around people. I love to have friends over and go ou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;t w/ friends. Brett gets &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;energ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;ized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; when its just him and I.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; actually he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; gets more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;energized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; when its just him.. I am always striking up conversation, or asking him "Do you want to go on a bike ride? Walk? Play a game?  The thing about Brett is that he is a great people person, and people love to be around him too:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"  &gt;13.  Who is the neat freak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"  &gt;We are equally matched in this area. We both really like things picked up and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;organized&lt;/span&gt;, but I hate to "Clean" like clean toilets, sweep, wipe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"  &gt;down &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;cabinets&lt;/span&gt; etc. and Brett never says anything when its getting bad:) I usually suck it up and do it before he has to say something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"  &gt;14.  Who hogs the bed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Brettums&lt;/span&gt;..  (I'm sure he would say the opposite:)) I don't feel like I take much more.. I just don't like being by the edge..  I love being close to him, but HATE when his feet touch mine!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"  &gt;15.  Who wakes up earlier?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"  &gt;We get up at th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"  &gt;e exact same time. I don't have anywhere to be in mornings, so even if I'm "awake" I will just  lay there holding my belly and pray for the day.. and when he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; gets out of bed, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; when I will too. Its kinda funny, because we have established this morning routine.. really its just me following him around talking, until he gets out the door...  as I'm actually thinking about what I'm writing.. I really don't let him have much quiet time! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"  &gt;16.  Who has the bigger family?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"  &gt;My family is crazy big. Brett has done well adjusting.. it has taken him some time to figure out who belongs with who (on BOTH sides) but I actually quizzed him on this the other day, and he knew all 17 great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;grand kids&lt;/span&gt; on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Neier&lt;/span&gt; side, and 9 great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;grand kids&lt;/span&gt; on the other, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; not including the 12 cousins on one side and 8 on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"  &gt; the other, plus the step, and half on my dad's side.. and of course my 3 sisters, 3 brother in laws and 4 niece and nephews:) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; a lot of love to spread around! We love the balance.. I LOVE going to his side and getting some one on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"  &gt; one attention. (which doesn't happen in a big family:)) Plus everyone knows such personal things &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; go on in your life, its so nice to play games and gets to spend time with everyone there... and on my side, its crazy and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;chaotic&lt;/span&gt;, but pretty fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"  &gt;17.  Do you get flowers often?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"  &gt;I am not a big flower person, so its not something I'm looking for..however, Brett does a very good job with the balance an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"  &gt;d surprise of the flower thing. I will get flowers randomly or for special occasions, even occasions like "Your first parent teacher &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;conferences&lt;/span&gt;:)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"  &gt;18.  Who eat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"  &gt;s more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"  &gt;ME! For sure! I love food, and think about what snack or meal I'm going to have hours before I have it! I'm very specific about how things are made too. Brett will come home from work and I'll say, "what did you do for lunch today?" He'll think about it and then say "Oh, I think I forgot to eat lunch" WHAT! How could someone forget to eat:)" Plus, he will eat whatever I make, and doesn't have too many "bad" comments to say about it:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"  &gt;19.  Who does the laundry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"  &gt;Me!! I have figured out how his mom used to fold his T-shirts, and now I do it that way:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"  &gt;20.  Who is better with the computer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;BRETT! 100%.. I am very proud of how much he knows.. its a great skill to have, except when we go to my house and every time, without fail my mom will say "Brett, could you help me with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Ipod&lt;/span&gt;.. my IPhone, my computer isn't working again Brett... Brett do you think you could change this input thingy on my TV" My dad even joins in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; "Brett, get in here, we need to update this thing on the web site (which he &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;created&lt;/span&gt;:))" Truthfully, he never complains, we just laugh about how it happens every time:) I can say that I have fully owed making the picture videos (Brett taught me, of course:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"  &gt;21.  Who drives when you are together?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Brettums&lt;/span&gt;... He HATES when I drive. When we are on long rode trips, I drive for like one hour out of 10, and the whole time he is watching the road, not relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"  &gt;22.  Who picks where you go out to dinner?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"  &gt;Usually me.. but I am trying to get better at letting him have a say:) Now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;I'l&lt;/span&gt;l say "you choose 3, and I'll pick the one from that.  If I am really craving a certain place, I call him and say "Hey I'm making spaghetti tonight (he hates spaghetti), would you rather go to Noodls &amp;amp; co.?" ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"  &gt;23. Who pays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Weird question since our money comes from the same place. But actually I am the one that "pays" because I carry the cash we take out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"  &gt;24.  Who is the first to admit they are wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"  &gt;Brett. He is very good at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;admitting&lt;/span&gt; fault. "When" I'm wrong, I'll say sorry too;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"  &gt;25.  Who has more tattoos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;..Brett and I couldn't "pull off" a tatoo. We aren't cool enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"  &gt;26.  Who eats more sweets?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"  &gt;I thought I ate a lot of candy, until we got married! Brett is OBSESSED with candy! He's one of those gas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;station&lt;/span&gt; junkies... I'll get in his truck and there will always be candy, and I'll say "Where did this come from?" "The gas station" ALWAYS! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;... And when we go to my parents house, he'll always have a pocket full of candy he stole from my mom's CRP stash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"  &gt;27.  Who cries more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"  &gt;With out a doubt.. me.. I love to cry. I'll cry during movies, a TV show (even like Americas got Talent) during one of Brett's youth sports games, when one of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;struggling&lt;/span&gt; kids just did something so impressive, or even just walking in the morning thinking about something sad! I'm thinking our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; one might have something to do with the high emotions:)&lt;br /&gt;When Brett cries, its ALWAYS when he has realized something that God has done in his life or someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;elses&lt;/span&gt;. It it the most touching thing to witness... plus, when he cries, he makes the same exact face.. like he will start to talk and tell me about whatever touched his heart... and then pause, tighten his lips,  blink a ton of times and then smile real b&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;ig&lt;/span&gt; because he is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt;:)   &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.. he is so darn cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW! That was a TON of info! I hope you learned something about Brettums and I! If you couldn't tell already, Brett is my absolute favorite person. I love him so much! He's my favorite person to hang out with and talk to! He is an incredible husband, and a wonderful man of God with a HUGE heart!!!!... I for sure married out of my league;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-footer"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="post-footer-line post-footer-line-2"&gt; &lt;span class="post-labels"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="post-footer-line post-footer-line-3"&gt; &lt;span class="post-location"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&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/5200249424405969713-2557304632684583934?l=cadwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadwells.blogspot.com/feeds/2557304632684583934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cadwells.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-much-do-you-know-about-b-delb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5200249424405969713/posts/default/2557304632684583934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5200249424405969713/posts/default/2557304632684583934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadwells.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-much-do-you-know-about-b-delb.html' title='How much do you know about B &amp; Delb??'/><author><name>Cadwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11980510647752428060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/SpXkRGXIWRI/AAAAAAAAAcw/eUY02rBgECE/S220/DSCF1246.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/Sp8FY7PvUAI/AAAAAAAAAfw/dRi4IdVA080/s72-c/P7240005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200249424405969713.post-840106625125017091</id><published>2009-08-26T21:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T21:40:56.097-04:00</updated><title type='text'>There is more than corn in Indiana!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/SpaeExbWGWI/AAAAAAAAAdw/gaeZ2Gh4FKI/s1600-h/P8150082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 177px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/SpaeExbWGWI/AAAAAAAAAdw/gaeZ2Gh4FKI/s320/P8150082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374657010137962850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Indiana Beach, of course! The Cadwell Crew went to see how much more there was about a week ago.  We discovered that there is not much more:) We also discovered that it doesn't matter how outdated the rides and park is, you can have a blast when you are with people you love!  Especially when the tickets are free (Thank you Pam:))&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could say this trip was uneventful.. but when you are pregnant, any trip can be an event! Standing in line for the log ride, I was feeling fine, talking with the fam... until a sudden wave of dizziness and nausea came over me. I thought, "I'll just lean against this rail, and rest a bit" Next thing I knew, my face was parallel to the ground, and there was commotion all around me, Brett was picking me off the floor, and a women kept telling me over and over that she was going to get a medic! HAHA! I of course, was fine, just a tad embarrest. Not anything some carbs and AC couldn't fix:) After going to our 13 weeks appointment, and hearing the best sound in the world, our baby's strong heartbeat, Lanell said that its good to know our baby is shock proof:)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/SpaeGWMemOI/AAAAAAAAAeA/2azk0ahBGRM/s1600-h/P8150040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 187px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/SpaeGWMemOI/AAAAAAAAAeA/2azk0ahBGRM/s320/P8150040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374657037187586274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that event, Brett and I had the best time with our family at Good ol Indiana Beach!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/SpaeFvizMzI/AAAAAAAAAd4/yeCAoND1vEo/s1600-h/P8150045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 112px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/SpaeFvizMzI/AAAAAAAAAd4/yeCAoND1vEo/s320/P8150045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374657026812228402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/SpaeHM9KhYI/AAAAAAAAAeI/1w-bV0q0o-A/s1600-h/P8150051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 119px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/SpaeHM9KhYI/AAAAAAAAAeI/1w-bV0q0o-A/s320/P8150051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374657051887306114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5200249424405969713-840106625125017091?l=cadwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadwells.blogspot.com/feeds/840106625125017091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cadwells.blogspot.com/2009/08/there-is-more-than-corn-in-indina.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5200249424405969713/posts/default/840106625125017091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5200249424405969713/posts/default/840106625125017091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadwells.blogspot.com/2009/08/there-is-more-than-corn-in-indina.html' title='There is more than corn in Indiana!'/><author><name>Cadwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11980510647752428060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/SpXkRGXIWRI/AAAAAAAAAcw/eUY02rBgECE/S220/DSCF1246.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/SpaeExbWGWI/AAAAAAAAAdw/gaeZ2Gh4FKI/s72-c/P8150082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200249424405969713.post-7354919030612918561</id><published>2009-08-26T20:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T21:15:21.061-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Kitchen Table</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Tonight after dinner, Brett and I sat at our kitchen table for about 20-30 minutes after we finished eating, and talked. This is not out of the ordinary, we do this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; we eat dinner. Some nights we will talk about a credit card bill, or we'll laugh about our days (usually with many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;contributions&lt;/span&gt; of my own, thanks to my 5 year old students:)), some days we pray for family, friends, and our own lives, but most nights we talk about our future: what will we do to better our lives, to bring people closer to Christ, we talk about our baby's name, where we will be in 1 year, 5 years, 10 years, etc., how we can earn extra money for our family, and so on.&lt;br /&gt;  Tonight was just another night sitting at our kitchen table. Same old ritual, we finished up with dinner, and talked.  As I was listening to Brett talk, I trailed off a bit, and started thinking about our Kitchen Table. I thought about the lady from Southeast Christian Church who gave us our table when we first got married and lived in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Louisville&lt;/span&gt;. I thought about how this table is not a cute or modern and it has many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nicks&lt;/span&gt; and scratches all over it. I thought about how some day I'd like to get a different table. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;I thought about all the different meals I have prepared, some great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;homemade&lt;/span&gt; meals, and others from a box (like tonight:)) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;     Then I started thinking about how many conversations, dreams and goals, and even tears have been shed (going through painful things, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;moments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; of realization when we see God working in our lives and lives of other people)  at this table.  I then realized how much I love our Kitchen Table!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;  Tonight Brett and I prayed like we always do, prayed for family members and thanked God for the greatest gift He's ever given us, we ate our  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;fetachini &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;from a box, with my grandma's green beans, and then we talked.   Talked while sitting at our Kitchen Table! ... Its obviously not the kitchen table that I love so much, its my husband and the conversations we have.  But thank you to whoever invented the concept of kitchen tables so that Brett and I can have yet another great night of food, fellowship, love and some extra time together! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5200249424405969713-7354919030612918561?l=cadwells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadwells.blogspot.com/feeds/7354919030612918561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cadwells.blogspot.com/2009/08/our-kitchen-table.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5200249424405969713/posts/default/7354919030612918561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5200249424405969713/posts/default/7354919030612918561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadwells.blogspot.com/2009/08/our-kitchen-table.html' title='Our Kitchen Table'/><author><name>Cadwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11980510647752428060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEZ1dumWnb4/SpXkRGXIWRI/AAAAAAAAAcw/eUY02rBgECE/S220/DSCF1246.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
