<?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-6180913055624254054</id><updated>2012-02-16T08:52:52.099-05:00</updated><category term='exercise'/><category term='diapers'/><category term='AFI'/><category term='recipes'/><category term='WFMW'/><category term='Idol'/><category term='weight watchers'/><title type='text'>kaci's life</title><subtitle type='html'>I finally decided to break down and try blogging.  This is a place I'll talk about my life, my family, my job, whatever is on my mind that day.  I'll probably write mostly about my children, but we'll see.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>365</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-3375908447008690172</id><published>2010-08-06T01:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T01:43:25.382-04:00</updated><title type='text'>is it really august already?</title><summary type='text'>Wow - it's been a while, again. July was a busy month - David &amp; I went on a kid-free vacation for a few days. We went to Playa del Carmen. It was our first trip of more than one night without the children, and I was worries I would miss them too much to have fun, but I didn't. I did miss them terribly, but it was so nice to have a break &amp; just be able to sit back &amp; relax. It was nice to have time</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/3375908447008690172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=3375908447008690172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/3375908447008690172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/3375908447008690172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2010/08/is-it-really-august-already.html' title='is it really august already?'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-6122687526301875571</id><published>2010-06-24T17:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T17:17:44.548-04:00</updated><title type='text'>once a month blogger</title><summary type='text'>Maybe I need to rename the blog.  I haven't been neglecting it on purpose, but it is definitely neglected.  I've been trying to spend less time at the computer, and a lot of that time is spent on various groups and message boards.  This still gives me a nice outlet though.  This week is a busy week for us, with Father's Day starting it off.  I am so fortunate to have great fathers in my life.  My</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/6122687526301875571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=6122687526301875571' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/6122687526301875571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/6122687526301875571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2010/06/once-month-blogger.html' title='once a month blogger'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-2227096335924152226</id><published>2010-05-22T15:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T15:51:47.048-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my first marathon</title><summary type='text'>Short version:  I did it!  Finished in 4:35:35 and according to my Garmin I ran 26.6 miles.  Gotta learn to run the tangents! ;)  I never asked myself "why are you doing this?" and I never said "I'm not doing this again."  Notice I titled my post "my first marathon"...God willing there will be more.  I'm scheduled for NYC in November &amp; am debating running Detroit 2 weeks before that.Long version:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/2227096335924152226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=2227096335924152226' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/2227096335924152226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/2227096335924152226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-first-marathon.html' title='my first marathon'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-7250468227573654892</id><published>2010-04-30T16:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T16:45:11.727-04:00</updated><title type='text'>been a while</title><summary type='text'>I've been pretty slack about blogging lately so here are a few updates.First:  the feet...we set up the initial evaluation for PT &amp; the therapist thought Matthew definitely had a tight achilles and that his hips are weak.  We had one session, they gave us some exercises to do at home, and then we had to wait on insurance approval before continuing.  I am struggling to remember to do the PT every </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/7250468227573654892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=7250468227573654892' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/7250468227573654892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/7250468227573654892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2010/04/been-while.html' title='been a while'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-6143520108191149795</id><published>2010-04-08T20:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T17:30:41.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'>it's not always bad to be a nerd</title><summary type='text'>Hi.  My name is Kaci and I am a nerd.  I like to plan.  I like to research.  I like to know my options.  I like to analyze.  Sometimes I even like to overplan &amp; overanalyze.  Sometimes that is a problem.  Sometimes it's not.  I stressed, worried, blamed myself, shed tears, got angry, and shed more tears over Matthew's feet.  These are all emotions I've experienced before, even over his feet (well</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/6143520108191149795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=6143520108191149795' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/6143520108191149795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/6143520108191149795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-not-always-bad-to-be-nerd.html' title='it&apos;s not always bad to be a nerd'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-5708480909862872544</id><published>2010-03-24T12:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T12:22:41.487-04:00</updated><title type='text'>this parenting thing</title><summary type='text'>Well, it's hard.  That about sums it up.  I am so discouraged.  No matter how much you try to do the right thing for your children, sometimes it just doesn't work out.  I sit here beating myself up over things that I really can't control, my head is telling me I did the best I could but my heart is telling me I should have listened just a little more to that nagging voice, you know, mother's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/5708480909862872544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=5708480909862872544' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/5708480909862872544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/5708480909862872544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-parenting-thing.html' title='this parenting thing'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-2253950711897456169</id><published>2010-03-16T14:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T14:55:50.859-04:00</updated><title type='text'>another boring update</title><summary type='text'>Sunday I ran about 16.5 miles...I needed to fit in my training run &amp; David &amp; I had signed up for a 5k, so I left home early for the 5k and ran around a bit before, then ran from our house downtown to the start area. I met up with David &amp; the children there, where I helped get them in the bike trailer that converts to a stroller and he headed for the start line. He needed to finish faster than I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/2253950711897456169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=2253950711897456169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/2253950711897456169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/2253950711897456169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2010/03/another-boring-update.html' title='another boring update'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-1159579117777059722</id><published>2010-03-09T15:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T15:30:44.315-05:00</updated><title type='text'>most boring blogger ever</title><summary type='text'>That's me.  I don't feel like there's much to report, unless you want to hear more about running or weight loss.  I ran my longest run ever of 15.15 miles Sunday.  It felt great.  I was surprised by how much more energy I had at the end of it than at the end of my half marathon last fall.  I think I'm learning better how to properly fuel for those runs so I should be well prepared for the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/1159579117777059722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=1159579117777059722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/1159579117777059722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/1159579117777059722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2010/03/most-boring-blogger-ever.html' title='most boring blogger ever'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-5357705538384749649</id><published>2010-03-04T15:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T15:57:03.711-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh</title><summary type='text'>I need to get a grip &amp; figure out what the heck is my problem.  There is nothing I have a right to complain about...I have 2 beautiful, almost-perfect children, a wonderful husband, great family &amp; friends...so what's the problem?  Answer:  I just don't know.  I do think I'm tired.  Maybe that's all.  I'm tired because by the time I get my exercise in &amp; David gets his exercise in, it's late then </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/5357705538384749649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=5357705538384749649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/5357705538384749649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/5357705538384749649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2010/03/sigh.html' title='sigh'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-34446295379347850</id><published>2010-02-23T15:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T15:29:40.972-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a runner</title><summary type='text'>I've shared in the past that I don't feel comfortable calling myself a runner. Take that away from me, and all of a sudden I can say it. I am a runner. As much as my shin hurts, it has been so painful to watch people run by my house, to see them on the treadmill at the gym, and to know I can't join them right now. The pain has gotten a lot better, better enough that I am sure if I wanted to push </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/34446295379347850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=34446295379347850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/34446295379347850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/34446295379347850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-am-runner.html' title='I am a runner'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-7045816215358205217</id><published>2010-02-19T15:09:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T15:19:21.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>not ready to conquer the world after all</title><summary type='text'>You ever do something that you thought you couldn't do, and when you do that thing, you just feel like you could conquer anything that gets thrown your way?  Last night I felt that.  I've been doing gobs of research and finally decided that I should add some speedwork to my running.  I run a 10k at the same pace I run 10 miles, and that's not normal.  Last night was my first speedwork session.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/7045816215358205217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=7045816215358205217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/7045816215358205217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/7045816215358205217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2010/02/not-ready-to-conquer-world-after-all.html' title='not ready to conquer the world after all'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-8345570702658981529</id><published>2010-02-16T15:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T15:47:51.484-05:00</updated><title type='text'>playdate update</title><summary type='text'>Matthew's playdate was this morning.  He got up this morning &amp; came to our room asking "Is today the day I go to Abby's?"  I said "yes" and he wanted to get dressed immediately.  Patience my dear.  When we arrived Abby was waiting at the door so I got Matthew out of the car &amp; he rushed to the door.  Her mom said Abby has asked every day since Thursday "Is Matthew coming over today?"  She said </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/8345570702658981529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=8345570702658981529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/8345570702658981529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/8345570702658981529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2010/02/playdate-update.html' title='playdate update'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-1070260056405350959</id><published>2010-02-11T12:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T12:34:41.788-05:00</updated><title type='text'>playdates and tears</title><summary type='text'>When we pick the children up at school we go in the building &amp; the teacher comes out in the hall to tell us about their day.  Then she calls the children out one by one to keep things calm.  This morning the little girl with the puppy was ahead of Matthew.  Abby ran out &amp; asked her mom if Matthew could come home with her.  She was very excited and jumping around.  Her mom looked at me and told </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/1070260056405350959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=1070260056405350959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/1070260056405350959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/1070260056405350959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2010/02/playdates-and-tears.html' title='playdates and tears'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-6861369889580332451</id><published>2010-02-04T16:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T16:30:42.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>another baby update</title><summary type='text'>Just found out they are on their way home.  Crazy how last night it was "she needs to gain weight" and today it's "she is going home", huh?  I'm glad.  As sad as this situation is, at least they can enjoy their little one at home instead of in the hospital.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/6861369889580332451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=6861369889580332451' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/6861369889580332451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/6861369889580332451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2010/02/another-baby-update.html' title='another baby update'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-5115927277671879975</id><published>2010-02-04T15:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T15:52:46.407-05:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><summary type='text'>I've been a really bad blogger lately.  I just don't feel like there's much going on here.  Sigh.  I'm losing weight, slowly, but it's coming off.  I haven't taken measurements in a few months - I don't like to do that too often because it seems like even when I'm losing weight I don't see much change.I've started adding some weights to my gym routine.  I talked with my boot camp teacher about my</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/5115927277671879975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=5115927277671879975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/5115927277671879975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/5115927277671879975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2010/02/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-4967742587004150981</id><published>2010-01-20T20:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T20:49:35.869-05:00</updated><title type='text'>been a while</title><summary type='text'>I know, it's been a while.  There's not really much going on here in KaciLand.  Matthew &amp; Scarlett are *loving* swimming.  Matthew still loves school, although today he would count to 10 and then tell me he doesn't know how to go past that.  Maybe I need to keep him home!  He was counting to 20 when he started school so I don't know what's happened.     I'm, eh, here.  And functioning most days.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/4967742587004150981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>bowling and puppies (stuffed of course!)</title><summary type='text'>This morning Matthew's preschool class had a field trip to the bowling alley.  Matthew &amp; Scarlett both enjoyed the bowling, but my favorite moment was not related to bowling.  One of Matthew's classmates has a stuffed puppy that she carries everywhere.  (We saw them at the park sledding this weekend &amp; she had it on her lap in the sled!)  I thought she was really attached to it and I noticed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/2806467149049950150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=2806467149049950150' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/2806467149049950150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/2806467149049950150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2010/01/bowling-and-puppies-stuffed-of-course.html' title='bowling and puppies (stuffed of course!)'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-7924200627386332643</id><published>2010-01-11T15:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T15:25:50.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the things he says and a prayer request</title><summary type='text'>No matter what kind of day I'm having I can always count on my children to put a smile in my heart.  I've enrolled Matthew &amp; Scarlett in swim classes at my gym.  Matthew's is an independent class but for ages up to 3, they require a parent in the water with the child, so I have to get in with Scarlett.  Matthew got up mid-nap today &amp; I was just about to shave.  He questioned what I was doing and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/7924200627386332643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=7924200627386332643' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/7924200627386332643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/7924200627386332643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2010/01/things-he-says-and-prayer-request.html' title='the things he says and a prayer request'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-4727307822508996958</id><published>2009-12-28T22:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T22:13:52.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>miscellaneous</title><summary type='text'>On the road - we've spent time in TN &amp; GA during the last week &amp; today we got to FL.  Call us crazy!  We've had a great Christmas - the kids have loved it and that's what is really important to us.  I am ready to be home though!  It's tough to travel with a 4yo and a 2yo for so long.     David got me the greatest gift he could have gotten me this year - a Garmin Forerunner 305.  I will probably </summary><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-8016760842717038263</id><published>2009-12-17T18:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T18:05:23.234-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th Birthday</title><summary type='text'> Happy Birthday Matthew!  We've been celebrating since Thanksgiving, I've sent cupcakes to preschool, and I baked a cake last weekend.  But a boy should have some kind of cake on his birthday, shouldn't he?  He has gotten some packages in the mail so tonight he'll open those &amp; I'm going to put a few candles in a warm delight.     Four years ago right now I was in labor with him but without a long</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/8016760842717038263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-866207371733491030</id><published>2009-12-17T17:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T17:41:36.031-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the not so pleasant surprise</title><summary type='text'>Last night when I got out of the shower I heard Matthew making some noise.  This was ~2 hours after I put him to bed.  I didn't think much of it, but then 30 minutes later he started getting louder so I thought he was awake.  David went upstairs to check on him and sure enough, he was out of bed with his light on having a great time playing.  Not only that, but he had taken his shoes OFF!  Yep, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/866207371733491030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-2666899965308498992</id><published>2009-12-16T21:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T21:19:47.098-05:00</updated><title type='text'>always a surprise</title><summary type='text'>   With children come surprises.  Some parents of clubfoot children find every night a battle.  A lot of them resist the shoes, especially as they get older.  We have been very fortunate with Matthew that he has not fought us.  One morning recently he took his shoes off for the first time.  We try to keep him in them 12 hours a day so we told him that was a no no and that he could only take them </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/2666899965308498992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=2666899965308498992' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/2666899965308498992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/2666899965308498992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2009/12/always-surprise.html' title='always a surprise'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-7455304504310016349</id><published>2009-12-10T15:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T15:29:55.225-05:00</updated><title type='text'>these kids of mine</title><summary type='text'>Scarlett has been doing pretty well on the potty recently.  She tell me often that she needs to potty and when I put her on it, she goes.  She's pooped in the potty almost every day the last 2 weeks.  I think I've changed 3 messy diapers in that time, so that's nice.  Unfortunately she doesn't stay dry even though she potties regularly.  If I put panties on her she won't even tell me she needs to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/7455304504310016349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=7455304504310016349' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/7455304504310016349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/7455304504310016349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2009/12/these-kids-of-mine.html' title='these kids of mine'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-5877613488352479398</id><published>2009-12-04T10:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T11:05:27.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>whoa - i didn't realize i'd been gone so long</title><summary type='text'>Where do I start? I tried dyeing yarn a second time. It turned out better but still not what I visualized. I tried a third time &amp; got lovely results. I need to keep working on it though. We went to Florida for a long weekend. I never know how visits with MIL will be but it was good. It seems they've been pretty good lately, which makes me wonder when the next blow up will be. Florida has some </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/5877613488352479398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=5877613488352479398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/5877613488352479398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/5877613488352479398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2009/12/whoa-i-didnt-realize-id-been-gone-so.html' title='whoa - i didn&apos;t realize i&apos;d been gone so long'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-3500026907532463248</id><published>2009-11-09T15:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T15:46:56.557-05:00</updated><title type='text'>and my girl (and me)</title><summary type='text'>Scarlett is something I can't describe.  She is such a mess, a little monster, but so sweet and lovable too.  She will definitely be the one to try me, to push me, and to test every limit.  She has no fear.  Today in the store she said "hey" to almost everyone we passed.  Most of them say something back.  One woman didn't and Scarlett kept on "hey"...."hey"....louder "hey"...even louder "hey".  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/3500026907532463248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=3500026907532463248' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/3500026907532463248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/3500026907532463248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-my-girl-and-me.html' title='and my girl (and me)'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-5649099575729980871</id><published>2009-11-09T15:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T15:39:12.134-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my big boy</title><summary type='text'>Matthew is growing up so fast, a little more every day.  It is amazing to watch him grow.  Last week we got a couple of Christmas toy catalogs in the mail.  As I thumbed through the mail while we ate lunch, he noticed them and said "mommy I want to look at the toy book."  I promised him we'd look after naptime.  After his nap he reminded me, and we sat down on the couch together with the catalogs</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/5649099575729980871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=5649099575729980871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/5649099575729980871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/5649099575729980871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-big-boy.html' title='my big boy'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-6783442771236984159</id><published>2009-11-05T14:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T14:44:55.699-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween &amp; random</title><summary type='text'>We took the kids trick or treating Saturday evening.  We carved a jack o'lantern and tried to take their picture in their costumes.  Matthew wouldn't look at me - he kept looking at David.  David said "Matthew look at mommy."  Matthew said "I want to look at you too."  David said "No look at mommy."  Matthew replied "Well I have two eyes I will look at both of you."  David then moved to stand </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/6783442771236984159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=6783442771236984159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/6783442771236984159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/6783442771236984159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-random.html' title='Halloween &amp; random'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-2812536071403600528</id><published>2009-10-29T15:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T15:47:08.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>not my best</title><summary type='text'>This has not been my best week.  I've had to sit in Scarlett's room with her almost every day for the last 2 weeks to get her to nap.  She is 2 - she *needs* a nap or she's a monster later in the day.  But the stubborn child will only lay down with me in there.  I don't know what to do with her.   As a result of this, Matthew also isn't napping great.  He is getting old enough that he doesn't *</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/2812536071403600528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=2812536071403600528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/2812536071403600528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/2812536071403600528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2009/10/not-my-best.html' title='not my best'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-6756524767677483087</id><published>2009-10-26T15:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T15:23:58.352-04:00</updated><title type='text'>code for bad?</title><summary type='text'>Saturday night the church where Matthew goes to preschool had a Halloween Party / Parents' Night Out.  We do not go to church there and the preschool is not affiliated with the church, they just rent the space, but they invited the preschool children and their friends/family so we decided to take advantage of it.  Matthew &amp; Scarlett were so excited to wear their Halloween costumes.  Friday </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/6756524767677483087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=6756524767677483087' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/6756524767677483087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/6756524767677483087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2009/10/code-for-bad.html' title='code for bad?'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-2066849334739616764</id><published>2009-10-19T15:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T15:03:13.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the half marathon</title><summary type='text'>     When I signed up to ran I hoped to run in 2:20.  I thought that was pushing myself, as I was running an 11 minute mile and needed to take occasional walk breaks so I was averaging more like an 11:30 min/mile.  In my training I had gotten to where I was running faster than 11 minute miles but when I run more than a few miles I have to add walk breaks and those make me average about 11 min/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/2066849334739616764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=2066849334739616764' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/2066849334739616764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/2066849334739616764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2009/10/half-marathon.html' title='the half marathon'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-4208450724885480701</id><published>2009-10-15T11:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T11:46:05.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'>it's people like this</title><summary type='text'>It's people like this who make me want to tear my eyes out. Here's the story, from AOL: Mom Has 2 Sets of Twins in 1A Texas mother has given birth to her second set of twins in less than a year.Samantha Lopez, of San Antonio, already had two children when she delivered her first set of twins in December, KABB-TV reported. Soon after, she found out she was pregnant again with another set. The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/4208450724885480701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=4208450724885480701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/4208450724885480701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/4208450724885480701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-people-like-this.html' title='it&apos;s people like this'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-3003216640363333938</id><published>2009-10-13T16:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T16:51:20.282-04:00</updated><title type='text'>can I get some cheese too?</title><summary type='text'>Last Tuesday I felt great.  Went to the gym for a short run before my step class, did an easy 2.25 miles, went to class, about halfway through class my legs started to feel really weak and I was complaining about the heat in the room.  I got home, showered, and felt a little better but still weak and shaky.  Wednesday morning I got up and was blasted...fever, aches, chills, sore throat, overall </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/3003216640363333938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=3003216640363333938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/3003216640363333938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/3003216640363333938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2009/10/can-i-get-some-cheese-too.html' title='can I get some cheese too?'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-6869792677169630519</id><published>2009-10-05T14:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T14:26:53.597-04:00</updated><title type='text'>what to do? what to do?</title><summary type='text'>Y'all are probably tired of hearing me mention running, but oh well, as Matthew would say, I'm going to do it anyway. I used to run just to run the Peachtree 10k. Every spring when it was time to sign up, I'd sign up &amp; start training. I trained, ran July 4, and quit until the next spring. It wasn't something I loved. When I first started running this summer, I figured I'd enter some 10k's, just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/6869792677169630519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=6869792677169630519' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/6869792677169630519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/6869792677169630519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-to-do-what-to-do.html' title='what to do? what to do?'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-5418912684178901386</id><published>2009-10-01T13:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T13:30:02.554-04:00</updated><title type='text'>our long night</title><summary type='text'>Matthew &amp; Scarlett are rotten, don't get me wrong, but I love them so much more than I ever imagined I could.  They are so freaking sweet sometimes.  Scarlett will just randomly ask for hugs &amp; kisses, and Matthew seriously gives the best hugs ever.     Last night was terrible.  It started before naps when Scarlett started screaming that her stomach hurt.  I reassured her &amp; told her if she took a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/5418912684178901386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=5418912684178901386' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/5418912684178901386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/5418912684178901386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2009/10/our-long-night.html' title='our long night'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-1554327702953711115</id><published>2009-09-20T13:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T13:46:12.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'>oh yeah</title><summary type='text'>I finished the 10k in under 58 minutes.  My "previous best" was either 65 or 66 minutes.  I've never done faster than a 10 minute mile for any distance farther than one mile.  I'm feeling really good today, hopefully I'll still feel good tomorrow.  I also have to brag about David.  He is so awesome.  He took the kids &amp; hung out with me waiting on the race to start, he went slightly ahead of me so</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/1554327702953711115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=1554327702953711115' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/1554327702953711115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/1554327702953711115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-yeah_20.html' title='oh yeah'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-4204549597790527662</id><published>2009-09-18T14:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T14:24:14.472-04:00</updated><title type='text'>random bits</title><summary type='text'> My race at the zoo is Sunday.  It's a 10k and for some reason I'm thinking it will be a personal record time for me.  I have no idea what to expect though, and I'm a little nervous.  I've only run big, fun races before, and I hope I didn't accidentally sign up for something that's super-competitive.  I don't want to finish last!   On a kind of related note, I think we're going to buy a zoo </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/4204549597790527662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=4204549597790527662' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/4204549597790527662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/4204549597790527662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2009/09/random-bits.html' title='random bits'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-7347196456139913188</id><published>2009-09-17T13:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T14:10:53.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Matthew's first day at preschool</title><summary type='text'>Matthew's preschool offers breakfast for parents on the first day so they can all cry together.  I think it's silly but thought it would be nice to meet the other moms.  My sister gave me a good talking to last night about not making fun of any parents who did happen to be crying and I knew she was right, if I wanted to befriend these women I shouldn't laugh at them, at least not the first time </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/7347196456139913188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=7347196456139913188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/7347196456139913188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/7347196456139913188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2009/09/matthews-first-day-at-preschool.html' title='Matthew&apos;s first day at preschool'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-7472235501555753446</id><published>2009-09-14T18:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T18:44:28.704-04:00</updated><title type='text'>closeness</title><summary type='text'> Matthew &amp; Scarlett have their fair share of fights but all in all they have a really good sibling relationship.  Just the right amount of sharing, helping, fighting, and loving.  A lot of days at naptime Scarlett will climb into Matthew's bed with him and as they hug, either she will say "I seep in he-ere" or Matthew will say "Scalett sleep with me."  So sweet.  (I haven't actually LET them </summary><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-1074742370279910847</id><published>2009-09-09T15:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T15:05:13.507-04:00</updated><title type='text'>growing up fast</title><summary type='text'>I knew this day would come but it seemed to sneak up on me.  I think I didn't really prepare because I *hoped* we would be moved by now but once we decided not to pursue opening a business of our own at this time, I finally started researching preschools.  Fortunately for us they don't fill up too quickly around here due to the current economy, and all of them around us still had openings.  So I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/1074742370279910847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=1074742370279910847' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/1074742370279910847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/1074742370279910847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2009/09/growing-up-fast.html' title='growing up fast'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-419575064752970865</id><published>2009-09-07T13:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T13:03:45.192-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm full of myself this weekend</title><summary type='text'>Not only was I able to get out of bed easily yesterday, David &amp; I took the kids on a bike ride.  We rode 30 miles, and I pulled the trailer for at least half the distance.  That's me biking with an extra ~90 lbs.  I think I could ride all day without the trailer, but adding that extra weight and hills makes for a tough ride.  It's a great activity for us to do together though, and the kids seem </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/419575064752970865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=419575064752970865' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/419575064752970865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/419575064752970865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-full-of-myself-this-weekend.html' title='I&apos;m full of myself this weekend'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-23673803539572016</id><published>2009-09-05T11:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T11:06:15.702-04:00</updated><title type='text'>oh yeah</title><summary type='text'>I just got home from a ten mile run.  That's right...10 miles.  I know, for some folks that's nothing, but for me...it's an accomplishment.  It gives me the confidence that I can be ready for the half marathon in 6 weeks.  Woohoo!     I know the true test will be how I feel tomorrow, but right now I feel like I could run another 5 miles pretty easily.  We'll see what tomorrow brings, but right </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/23673803539572016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=23673803539572016' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/23673803539572016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/23673803539572016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-yeah.html' title='oh yeah'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-2407564733105257813</id><published>2009-09-02T20:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T20:26:01.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How is it?</title><summary type='text'>How is it that I can run 6.25 miles, but when I take Matthew up the stairs for bed I'm winded?  This is not where I need to be.  This is not where I was a year ago.  I'm ashamed of myself.  I need to do better.  I'll start next week.  Heh.  I said that.  Yep - I'm procrastinating.  Right now I have too much junk food crap in the house I need to start fresh after a good grocery store/produce </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/2407564733105257813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=2407564733105257813' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/2407564733105257813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/2407564733105257813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-is-it.html' title='How is it?'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-2254108577920354404</id><published>2009-08-26T17:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T17:11:25.132-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I run versus I'm a runner?</title><summary type='text'>I knit.  I call myself a knitter.  From the day I started my first project (not just practice swatches), I called myself a knitter.  I *still* refer to myself as a new knitter but a knitter none the less.   I do not call myself a runner though.  I've never run more than 10k at once (those were several years ago) but even when I was running then I did not call myself a runner.  I would say "I run"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/2254108577920354404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=2254108577920354404' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/2254108577920354404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/2254108577920354404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-run-versus-im-runner.html' title='I run versus I&apos;m a runner?'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-7130884604693055167</id><published>2009-08-26T11:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T11:12:34.842-04:00</updated><title type='text'>itchy scratchy</title><summary type='text'>I put on old t-shirt this morning.  It's at least 12 years old and I've worn it pretty regularly.  Not so much it's ratty but it's well loved enough that I only wear it at home.  Today though the tag is driving me cuh-razy!  Where did my soft cozy t-shirt go and when did it get replaced with this itchy scratchy tag one?    </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/7130884604693055167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=7130884604693055167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/7130884604693055167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/7130884604693055167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2009/08/itchy-scratchy.html' title='itchy scratchy'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-5371045907615897288</id><published>2009-08-24T16:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T16:57:19.012-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No, I just made that up</title><summary type='text'>I had some books on hold at the library and got a call last week they were ready to pick up.  So Friday I decided we'd walk to the library to pick them up.  I load the kids in the bike trailer/stroller and we walked down there.  Unfortunately there was a note on the door that the library wouldn't open until later than normal that day.  We did our other errands, came home, had lunch, and took naps</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/5371045907615897288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=5371045907615897288' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/5371045907615897288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/5371045907615897288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-i-just-made-that-up.html' title='No, I just made that up'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-6308354368651603664</id><published>2009-08-20T11:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T11:40:51.145-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Matthew's ortho check up</title><summary type='text'>Matthew had an ortho check up yesterday.  He got a good report from the doctor, who always mentions how flat feet are a "side effect" of club foot treatment.  He seems to forget that flat feet run in David's family, so even if Matthew hadn't been treated for club foot he'd probably have flat feet.  The club foot just kind of sealed it.     Anyway, at our last checkup the doc told us we could stop</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/6308354368651603664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=6308354368651603664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/6308354368651603664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/6308354368651603664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2009/08/matthews-ortho-check-up.html' title='Matthew&apos;s ortho check up'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-7026215630100088545</id><published>2009-08-20T09:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T10:23:40.317-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you oh wise one</title><summary type='text'>Yes Beth that would be you. I figure your comment deserves a separate post, not just a reply to your comment. I am thankful for the things I have, and the people I have in my life. I realize how blessed I am to have them. I think there are things in my life I've worked damn hard for, and that hard work should be rewarded so some of the stuff I actually *do* deserve. But the other stuff not so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/7026215630100088545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=7026215630100088545' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/7026215630100088545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/7026215630100088545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2009/08/thank-you-oh-wise-one.html' title='Thank you oh wise one'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-9138623217564604441</id><published>2009-08-18T13:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T13:57:43.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'>am i the only one?</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes I just feel completely unworthy.  I have so many good things in my life and I often wonder why.  I don't think I deserve any of it.  Am I the only one out there that thinks these things?    </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/9138623217564604441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=9138623217564604441' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/9138623217564604441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/9138623217564604441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2009/08/am-i-only-one.html' title='am i the only one?'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-2181999602302566351</id><published>2009-08-17T13:55:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T14:44:11.562-04:00</updated><title type='text'>seriously?</title><summary type='text'>Otherwise known as the post where I write about my father-in-law. Um yeah, this weekend he's visiting and I've been full of "seriously?" moments ever since he got here.Friday he arrived mid-afternoon while the kids were napping and David was at work. While we tried to make small talk before the kids woke up he told me we need to make Matthew tough. He says David was never bullied because he was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/2181999602302566351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=2181999602302566351' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/2181999602302566351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/2181999602302566351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2009/08/seriously.html' title='seriously?'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-7013339611303151961</id><published>2009-08-13T20:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T21:06:09.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck</title><summary type='text'>I punched a hole in the jeep top tonight. The top was down &amp; I was putting some shit in the back (why I didn't just put it in the floorboard I'll never know). When I slammed the door a hinge caught on the top and poked right through. Fuck. Replacements aren't cheap. And we live in fucking Michigan where it um, snows, in the winter.On a good note, I ran 4 miles last night &amp; my hip didn't bother me</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/7013339611303151961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=7013339611303151961' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/7013339611303151961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/7013339611303151961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2009/08/fuck.html' title='fuck'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-582812559698710944</id><published>2009-08-11T16:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T16:37:53.194-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What is compassion?</title><summary type='text'>I think most people try to be compassionate when someone they know is going through something rough.  Sometimes it is hard to know how to convey that though.  Case in point - an acquaintance of mine lost her husband 2 weeks ago.  He passed away suddenly at the age of 46.  He hadn't been through any long illness, had any type of injury, no signs of any problems.  This acquaintance is someone who </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/582812559698710944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=582812559698710944' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/582812559698710944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/582812559698710944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-is-compassion.html' title='What is compassion?'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-5826649380655564299</id><published>2009-08-04T16:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T17:04:07.519-04:00</updated><title type='text'>long time no update</title><summary type='text'>I guess it's a good thing - there's really not much going on in my life.  Take kids to the park/playground, go to the gym, spend time with David, watch some tv, knit, go on bike rides, play on the computer, laundry, dishes, play with the kids, read to the kids, cook, dust, vacuum, sleep...I think that's pretty much my last week.  I got a comment from "the other Kaci" suggesting my shoes might be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/5826649380655564299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=5826649380655564299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/5826649380655564299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/5826649380655564299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2009/08/long-time-no-update.html' title='long time no update'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-6121514279159449491</id><published>2009-07-26T14:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T14:07:24.442-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the silent escape</title><summary type='text'>It's no secret that Scarlett is an escape artist.  She first climbed the baby gate when she was about 9 months old.  Unfortunately we live in an old house and most of the doors won't close so we have to use baby gates in some places.  At night each of the kiddos has a gate at their bedroom door.  Scarlett can climb hers, but she usually doesn't unless it's after her nap.  Until this week, when </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/6121514279159449491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=6121514279159449491' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/6121514279159449491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/6121514279159449491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2009/07/silent-escape.html' title='the silent escape'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-1085155860494701368</id><published>2009-07-23T14:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T14:33:50.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'>getting old sucks</title><summary type='text'>Normally I don't complain about aging as I figure it's better than the alternative, but sometimes a girl's just gotta whine.  As I've been running more &amp; more, my right hip has been hurting more &amp; more.  I mentioned it to my boot camp teacher &amp; she diagnosed me with ITBS.  She gave me some stretches to do to help, then I read up on it, and decided to add some biking in as cross training to help.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/1085155860494701368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=1085155860494701368' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/1085155860494701368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/1085155860494701368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2009/07/getting-old-sucks.html' title='getting old sucks'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-880671362099416640</id><published>2009-07-22T15:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T15:07:25.612-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my droolicious weekend</title><summary type='text'>My weekend was awesome! My friend from Pittsburgh got here Friday afternoon so we hung out. Then our other friends &amp; sitter got here, and David got home from work. Once the sitter was settled in with the kids, we left. We went to Lafayette Coney Island to eat. It's kind of a Detroit landmark and I hadn't eaten there, so it was cool. Food was tasty. We left there &amp; went to the stadium. The first </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/880671362099416640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=880671362099416640' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/880671362099416640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/880671362099416640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-droolicious-weekend.html' title='my droolicious weekend'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-724701276020926623</id><published>2009-07-17T10:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T11:04:09.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'>lookin' forward to the weekend</title><summary type='text'>Got tickets to see Kid Rock tonight with Lynyrd Skynyrd (gotta love southern rock).  A friend is coming in from out of town for the show so we'll have to find something fun to do tomorrow too.     Then Sunday I have tickets to see Trace Adkins &amp; Toby Keith (yeah, again).  David bought me tickets for my birthday but didn't wan to tell me he had them when we had the chance to go to the other show.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/724701276020926623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=724701276020926623' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/724701276020926623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/724701276020926623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2009/07/lookin-forward-to-weekend.html' title='lookin&apos; forward to the weekend'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-5234772763613611815</id><published>2009-07-13T14:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T14:53:55.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back</title><summary type='text'>I've actually been back from my trip for a week now, but it's been hectic &amp; I've had stuff to do around the house so I've avoided blogs, including my own.  I'll post a quick summary of our trip:June 19 - drove to TN to visit with David's family.  Found out Saturday morning his grandfather was in really bad shape in the nursing home, had been in &amp; out of the hospital for the last couple of weeks.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/5234772763613611815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=5234772763613611815' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/5234772763613611815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/5234772763613611815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-416387883458630421</id><published>2009-06-19T11:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T11:59:53.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'>on the road again</title><summary type='text'>We're heading to Georgia for 2 weeks.  I may or may not post while I'm gone.  I will run, even though it's supposed be over 100* almost every day we're there.  I'll have to get up in the mornings to do it but I'm really excited about it now.  I'm doing a combination of running at a slow pace and then other days I do intervals so I can run at a faster pace.   Last night I ran 40 minutes and felt </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/416387883458630421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=416387883458630421' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/416387883458630421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/416387883458630421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2009/06/on-road-again.html' title='on the road again'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-6445777199448591435</id><published>2009-06-18T16:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T16:30:26.602-04:00</updated><title type='text'>do clothes make a man?</title><summary type='text'>Last night I went out with some fellow bootcampers.  It's really strange seeing people that you're used to seeing in workout attire in normal clothes.  Even stranger when you're used to seeing them all sweaty &amp; nasty &amp; they're cleaned up, with their hair done &amp; makeup on (well the girls anyway).  Where it got me though, was this one guy.  He's a total hottie at boot camp.  Always wears shorts &amp; a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/6445777199448591435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=6445777199448591435' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/6445777199448591435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/6445777199448591435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2009/06/do-clothes-make-man.html' title='do clothes make a man?'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-1414192173002441042</id><published>2009-06-17T14:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T14:49:41.841-04:00</updated><title type='text'>another matthewism</title><summary type='text'>Sorry for my lack of updates lately - I'm really just trying to not sit at the desk so much!  When I sit down the computer becomes a huge hole that sucks me in &amp; doesn't let me out.  Our trip to Florida was great.  I haven't loaded the pictures onto the pc yet - maybe next year I'll be ready to post them.  The condo we used was FABULOUS - lots of room, tile floors everywhere except bedrooms so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/1414192173002441042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=1414192173002441042' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/1414192173002441042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/1414192173002441042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-matthewism.html' title='another matthewism'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-8652655919556505822</id><published>2009-06-12T17:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T17:50:02.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagination</title><summary type='text'>We just got back from the library.  I wanted to get some books for me and since the library's summer hours don't leave time for me to go alone I took the kiddos.  After I selected my books we played in the children's area for a while (unfortunately we missed the craft time to make octopus in support of the Red Wings) and then I asked Matthew and Scarlett if they wanted to select a book.  Matthew </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/8652655919556505822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=8652655919556505822' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/8652655919556505822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/8652655919556505822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2009/06/imagination.html' title='Imagination'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-2608405141397566025</id><published>2009-06-03T14:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T14:20:56.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ramblings</title><summary type='text'>Tomorrow morning we leave for a long weekend in Florida.  It was originally going to be at MIL's house but she rented a condo &amp; now several family members are flying in.  Matthew has been asking me every day for a week if we are going to the beach today.  This morning he surprised me by saying "one more day until we go to the beach."     Memorial Day weekend we weren't very patriotic.  We decided</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/2608405141397566025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=2608405141397566025' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/2608405141397566025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/2608405141397566025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2009/06/ramblings.html' title='ramblings'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-2860616807735709527</id><published>2009-05-29T14:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T14:31:27.901-04:00</updated><title type='text'>cuh-razy dream</title><summary type='text'>We went camping last weekend and I keep meaning to blog about our trip but life's getting in the way.  Instead today I'm going to retell the crazy dream I had last night.Started out in a waiting room at a doctor's office.  They call me back but instead of the room they took me to being a normal exam room, it was a medium size room with chairs set up all around the walls.  There were 2 other girls</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/2860616807735709527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=2860616807735709527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/2860616807735709527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/2860616807735709527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2009/05/cuh-razy-dream.html' title='cuh-razy dream'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-5384634754687623105</id><published>2009-05-26T21:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T21:01:42.115-04:00</updated><title type='text'>don't be negative</title><summary type='text'>This whole weight loss thing isn't working too well.  I think I hit this weight &amp; my body is comfortable.  I've plateaued here before, and pretty much decided I felt comfortable enough *here* to just maintain.  I did a good job of maintaining at this weight, until I moved to Michigan, went off bcps, quit exercising in the winter, got pregnant, got pregnant again, etc.  So here I am, weighing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/5384634754687623105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=5384634754687623105' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/5384634754687623105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/5384634754687623105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2009/05/dont-be-negative.html' title='don&apos;t be negative'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-6080943958476310501</id><published>2009-05-22T14:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T14:39:13.274-04:00</updated><title type='text'>finally friday</title><summary type='text'>I really hate to complain, but this has been one of the longest weeks I can remember.  I think Matthew &amp; Scarlett have a bad case of spring fever or something because they are totally uncooperative it feels like all day every day.  Oh wait, maybe that's called being 3 and almost 2.  I have been trying to get them outside as much as possible since I know how much they enjoy it and the weather has </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/6080943958476310501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=6080943958476310501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/6080943958476310501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/6080943958476310501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2009/05/finally-friday.html' title='finally friday'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-3971561783771397967</id><published>2009-05-20T11:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T11:48:16.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I what?</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday I was sick and at some point when Matthew asked me to play football I told him no because "I feel like poop."  Last night when they sat down to eat supper and I walked in with Scarlett's bib, he looked up at me and said "mommy you smell like poop."  David &amp; I were both kind of astonished and then I remembered saying I felt like poop earlier so I think he was just confusing his senses.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/3971561783771397967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=3971561783771397967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/3971561783771397967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/3971561783771397967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-what.html' title='I what?'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-6300831678926383936</id><published>2009-05-13T14:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T15:07:05.297-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a little venting, a little idol</title><summary type='text'>I'm just gonna do the Idol part first because that's the easy part. I think it's time for Danny to go. I like him, I really do, but he's been around long enough. Kris was AMAZING last night - to me he was better than Adam, last night. Funny how things change - I was ready for him to go home 2 months ago. He has shown so much improvement through the course of the season, and I don't think Danny </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/6300831678926383936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=6300831678926383936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/6300831678926383936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/6300831678926383936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2009/05/little-venting-little-idol.html' title='a little venting, a little idol'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-4659338625671244476</id><published>2009-05-08T15:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T15:18:33.791-04:00</updated><title type='text'>such a sweetie</title><summary type='text'>Scarlett is definitely my wild child but she's also so sweet.  She is great about giving hugs and kisses, especially at naptime and bedtime.  Lately she's also been requiring us to kiss her babies.  Whatever doll or animal she grabs to take upstairs for nap, we have to kiss it before she will kiss us.  For naps I usually take her &amp; Matthew upstairs together.  He goes down first, so she goes in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/4659338625671244476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=4659338625671244476' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/4659338625671244476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/4659338625671244476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2009/05/such-sweetie.html' title='such a sweetie'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-8546485103773793369</id><published>2009-05-06T15:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T15:38:00.334-04:00</updated><title type='text'>idol thoughts</title><summary type='text'>A lot of people won't like my thoughts here but last night Danny was awful.  Overall I think he has done well enough that he won't be sent home tonight though - he has a LOT of fans out there.  I thought Allison was bad in her solo but really great in her duet with Adam.  I thought Kris was not too good either and I think he's in danger tonight.  Allison or Kris...buh-bye.  Adam, well, Adam is by</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/8546485103773793369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=8546485103773793369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/8546485103773793369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/8546485103773793369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2009/05/idol-thoughts.html' title='idol thoughts'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-134552543769687284</id><published>2009-05-05T13:57:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T14:12:07.198-04:00</updated><title type='text'>beautiful weekend</title><summary type='text'>The weekend started off on a good note because we had tickets for the Red Wings game. Game 1 of the Conference Semifinals - it's Duck season in Detroit. It was a great game and the Wings won with ~49 seconds left. We got the tickets Thursday &amp; our regular sitter told us she was available, then called me Friday morning to say she wasn't. So Aunt Ba-eff and Unc-a G watched the kiddos for us. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/134552543769687284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=134552543769687284' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/134552543769687284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/134552543769687284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2009/05/beautiful-weekend.html' title='beautiful weekend'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail 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Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=1578288411429881813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/1578288411429881813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/1578288411429881813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2009/04/boy-was-i-surprised.html' title='boy was i surprised'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-7993765181712361744</id><published>2009-04-29T19:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T19:50:54.392-04:00</updated><title type='text'>idol tonight</title><summary type='text'>I almost forgot to update today!  I think Matt or Allison will go home tonight.  I think Matt had the worst performance this week, but she's been close a lot.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/7993765181712361744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=7993765181712361744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/7993765181712361744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/7993765181712361744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2009/04/idol-tonight.html' title='idol tonight'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-763992845371847050</id><published>2009-04-28T14:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T14:01:09.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a pretty good weekend</title><summary type='text'>Nothing to exciting to report - David's mom visited (after playing the "I'm coming, oh wait no I can't, oh yes I am, oh no I can't" game AGAIN).  We bought tickets to see the Red Wings in Game 5 Saturday night, but oh no - they won their series in 4 games so no hockey for us.  One of the things I *must* do while we live in the Detroit area is go to a Wings game and I just haven't pushed since </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/763992845371847050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=763992845371847050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/763992845371847050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/763992845371847050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2009/04/pretty-good-weekend.html' title='a pretty good weekend'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-7329549938444187337</id><published>2009-04-22T16:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T16:42:02.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ugh - i'm a bad blogger</title><summary type='text'>I have really been a bad blogger lately - not many updates, boring, blah blah.  Anyway, I'm trying to spend time getting things done around the house and not spend as much time on the pc.  So after being away &amp; now home but not online as much I'm really behind on my blog reading too.  I'm sorry to those of you who happen to read me.  (Idol thoughts below too.)   I've been knitting like crazy and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/7329549938444187337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=7329549938444187337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/7329549938444187337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/7329549938444187337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2009/04/ugh-im-bad-blogger.html' title='ugh - i&apos;m a bad blogger'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-8719215010840061988</id><published>2009-04-16T15:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T15:03:59.844-04:00</updated><title type='text'>today</title><summary type='text'>Today is my niece's 16th birthday.  I can't believe she is 16.  I love all of my nieces and nephews, but Alex holds a really special place in my heart.  First, she is my first niece.  Second, she was the baby that made me decide babies weren't so bad after all and that I wanted children some day.  Third, she should have been *my* child.  She is so much like me in so many ways - people that know </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/8719215010840061988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=8719215010840061988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/8719215010840061988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/8719215010840061988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2009/04/today.html' title='today'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-2849989138064618779</id><published>2009-04-15T16:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T16:02:51.805-04:00</updated><title type='text'>back, idol &amp; a little about the trip</title><summary type='text'>Whew!  I'm tired.  Our trip was a good one but long, and I'm glad to be back home.  I am not sure my body will be happy to return to the gym this afternoon, but I see no reason to put it off.  (actually I can think of a few, but none of them are good enough!)  The first part of our trip was just "spend time with the family" time, then we did some research for business stuff, and then Easter &amp; </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/2849989138064618779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=2849989138064618779' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/2849989138064618779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/2849989138064618779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2009/04/back-idol-little-about-trip.html' title='back, idol &amp;amp; a little about the trip'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-8830042363657400746</id><published>2009-04-08T14:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T14:59:36.824-04:00</updated><title type='text'>idol thoughts</title><summary type='text'>I didn't see all of idol last night so I don't know how good my opinion is today.  I thought all the performances I saw were pretty good.  I saw Scott, Matt, Allison, and Adam.  I've been thinking for a while that Scott is extremely talented but most of the talent is as a pianist not a singer.  Last night the first half of his song I was AMAZED by his voice.  But then came the second half, which </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/8830042363657400746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=8830042363657400746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/8830042363657400746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/8830042363657400746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2009/04/idol-thoughts.html' title='idol thoughts'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-2370951164284611842</id><published>2009-04-01T20:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T20:09:48.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'>testing &amp; idol</title><summary type='text'>So I don't know if this will work, but I'll be MIA for a while and just want to see if I can make quick posts.  I think tonight Anoop or Megan will go home.  I still don't like Lil - I think she was better during auditions than she has been during the "real" show.  But oh well.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/2370951164284611842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=2370951164284611842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/2370951164284611842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/2370951164284611842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2009/04/testing-idol.html' title='testing &amp; idol'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-9043309732489180303</id><published>2009-03-26T14:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T14:18:58.354-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't like them today</title><summary type='text'>I love my kids, don't get me wrong.  But today, I don't like them.  They have been whining all morning.  I can't stand whiny brats, and I don't want my kids to be that type of kid.  Hopefully a good nap will solve that problem for today.  They haven't napped much this week, and Matthew (great kid that he is) still needs a nap.  They are both asleep now, so I'm hoping this afternoon I like them </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/9043309732489180303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=9043309732489180303' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/9043309732489180303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/9043309732489180303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-dont-like-them-today.html' title='i don&apos;t like them today'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-3985845581249851927</id><published>2009-03-23T15:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T16:18:33.238-04:00</updated><title type='text'>where did she come from</title><summary type='text'>Whew.  Scarlett is so much different than Matthew.  I seriously don't know where she came from.  Matthew is the spitting image of David.  He looks like David, he acts like David, he walks like David.  Scarlett...I don't know.  She doesn't look like either of us, she certainly has a bigger personality than either of us, and while it's 200% adorable, she is keeping me busy.  Friday she woke up </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/3985845581249851927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=3985845581249851927' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/3985845581249851927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/3985845581249851927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2009/03/where-did-she-come-from.html' title='where did she come from'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-194782336419199710</id><published>2009-03-20T15:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T15:45:37.461-04:00</updated><title type='text'>stinky butt</title><summary type='text'>It rarely fails, Scarlett poops when she goes down for a nap.  I've tried putting her on the potty but she won't poop in the potty.  Maybe if I put it in her crib?  Anyway, today she seemed to go to sleep, but she woke up pretty early, so I grabbed a diaper &amp; wipes and headed upstairs.  When I opened her door, she said "stinky butt" - I said "did you say stinky butt?" and she said "uh-huh".  I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/194782336419199710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=194782336419199710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/194782336419199710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/194782336419199710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2009/03/stinky-butt.html' title='stinky butt'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-1426486126438213425</id><published>2009-03-18T15:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T15:11:40.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'>idol again</title><summary type='text'>I think it's Allison's week to go.  She is incredibly talented and every time I look at her or listen to her, I just can't believe she is only 16.  I want to be a fan of the rocker girl but I don't think her performances have been as good as the rest of the group.  Kris was my favorite last night - I never expected to like him singing a Garth Brooks song more than I like Garth singing it, but I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/1426486126438213425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=1426486126438213425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/1426486126438213425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/1426486126438213425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2009/03/idol-again.html' title='idol again'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-9217718133136329398</id><published>2009-03-16T16:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T16:51:47.714-04:00</updated><title type='text'>are you picky about whose food you eat?</title><summary type='text'>I kid you not, I love to eat.  But what I enjoy almost as much as eating is not cooking, but baking.  So as I read blogs this weekend, I got a craving.  All because someone else posted a picture of cake on their blog.  So I kept thinking about this cake, mainly because it's been one of my favorite cakes for as long as I can remember.  I wanted to make one, just to see if I could.  But I didn't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/9217718133136329398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=9217718133136329398' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/9217718133136329398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/9217718133136329398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2009/03/c.html' title='are you picky about whose food you eat?'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-1136471479219022391</id><published>2009-03-13T16:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T16:40:52.808-04:00</updated><title type='text'>friday's random thoughts</title><summary type='text'>First, weigh in this week was good. I lost 1.6 lbs, but what is good is that it puts me at my lowest weight in a LONG LONG time. I mean like, back from when I first got fat, maybe 7-8 years ago. Last time I actually remember being this low was when I got married. I was actually at 120 then, so I still have a lot of pounds to lose to be there, but I really don't know when I gained the weight that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/1136471479219022391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=1136471479219022391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/1136471479219022391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/1136471479219022391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2009/03/fridays-random-thoughts.html' title='friday&apos;s random thoughts'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-1071435896603033988</id><published>2009-03-11T19:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T19:38:56.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'>idol thoughts &amp; some other krap</title><summary type='text'>Last night Jorge &amp; Kris were my bottom 2. David had Jorge too but I can't remember his 2nd. We also think Jasmine might go home, even though we think she's got a good voice. The sad thing to me, if Kris goes home, is that I really want to like him he just hasn't won me over yet. I think no doubt, Adam and Alexis were AWESOME last night. To me Danny wasn't as good as he has been, but I am sure </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/1071435896603033988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=1071435896603033988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/1071435896603033988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/1071435896603033988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2009/03/idol-thoughts-some-other-krap.html' title='idol thoughts &amp; some other krap'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-1859630344259439479</id><published>2009-03-05T16:54:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T17:19:58.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>bag o'randomness</title><summary type='text'>On the wild card Idol round, Anoop, Jesse, and Megan are my favorites, based on the week1-3 performances. I doubt those are the 3 selected though. Especially Jesse, since the judges almost didn't even put her in the wild card round. Someone I know online says they dress their kids like miniature adults. I definitely don't. I dress my kids like kids. I dress them in gingham seersucker with bunny </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/1859630344259439479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=1859630344259439479' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/1859630344259439479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/1859630344259439479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2009/03/bag-orandomness.html' title='bag o&apos;randomness'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-4875948327745163797</id><published>2009-03-04T17:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T17:35:40.494-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my idol predictions</title><summary type='text'>Tonight I think we'll find out Lil Rounds, Scott MacIntyre, and Jorge Nunez are going through.  I think Kristin McNamara should be top 3 though.  I love this show, just for the competition of it.  But ya know what, I never call &amp; vote!  As a matter of fact, we always DVR it but I do try to keep up &amp; watch it the same night it airs.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/4875948327745163797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=4875948327745163797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/4875948327745163797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/4875948327745163797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-idol-predictions.html' title='my idol predictions'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-1402993070503527733</id><published>2009-03-03T15:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T16:01:31.551-05:00</updated><title type='text'>making me happy</title><summary type='text'>I love that I have a husband who is willing to do whatever it takes to make me happy.  He knows I really want to live in Georgia, even though I agreed moving here was what was best for us.  I didn't realize how hard it would be *for me* after we had children to live so far from our families.  My sister in law makes a big deal out of "I don't know how you do it without help" and that's not my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/1402993070503527733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=1402993070503527733' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/1402993070503527733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/1402993070503527733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2009/03/making-me-happy.html' title='making me happy'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-6562980408241038240</id><published>2009-02-26T14:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T15:06:19.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'>randomness</title><summary type='text'>I think I've got to potty train Scarlett.  She won't potty but she asks to, and now she's become a little stripper.  She loves to run around naked.  She takes her diaper off every chance she gets too, including this afternoon when she should have been napping.  After she had been upstairs a while I heard her "mommmeeeeee" so I grabbed a diaper to change her.  Usually if she doesn't go straight to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/6562980408241038240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=6562980408241038240' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/6562980408241038240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/6562980408241038240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2009/02/randomness.html' title='randomness'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-6337927244022506802</id><published>2009-02-23T16:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T16:50:41.789-05:00</updated><title type='text'>matthew funny</title><summary type='text'>Our bedtime routine is pretty consistent.  Last night was no different...David took Matthew in the bathroom to potty &amp; brush teeth and I got Scarlett in bed.  Then I started sorting some laundry.  Suddenly David opens the bathroom door and says "tell mommy."  Matthew is washing his hands and turns to look at me.  He says "when I grow up my am going to have a big winkie not a little winkie."  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/6337927244022506802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=6337927244022506802' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/6337927244022506802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/6337927244022506802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2009/02/matthew-funny.html' title='matthew funny'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-3122934803852117161</id><published>2009-02-19T14:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T14:16:31.862-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what a week</title><summary type='text'>I am sinking into that funkitude again.  Tuesday I was on such a high.  David &amp; I are looking at some options to get moved back to Georgia and I was upbeat &amp; excited.  Then yesterday was just a rough day - Matthew was so freaking whiny.  I can't stand whining!  (heh, look at me whining about not liking whining!)  David was supposed to be home from work by 5:10 so I could go to the gym but he was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/3122934803852117161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=3122934803852117161' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/3122934803852117161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/3122934803852117161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-week.html' title='what a week'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-1055630117511283759</id><published>2009-02-16T16:15:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T16:58:53.044-05:00</updated><title type='text'>seriously?</title><summary type='text'>I have a few message boards that I love. At different times of my life I've used different message boards...depending on the purpose of the board and the stage of my life. Now I have a few places I hang out and one of them is a group mainly used by cloth diapering moms. I have gotten a TON of help there with knitting info, so it is a great resource to me, and when a newbie has a question I can </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/1055630117511283759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=1055630117511283759' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/1055630117511283759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/1055630117511283759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2009/02/seriously.html' title='seriously?'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-2191162390633433360</id><published>2009-02-13T14:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T14:38:44.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my weight</title><summary type='text'>I've been so frustrated with my weight loss. I am really frustrated with MYSELF for not doing better from September to January. Here...you can see what I mean:If I had done better during that time, I would be at my goal. I wouldn't be kicking myself over it. I would be shifting gears to maintain, not lose. But I'm not. I'm still working on the losing. Bah. I'm hoping to be at goal in the next 10 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/2191162390633433360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=2191162390633433360' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/2191162390633433360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/2191162390633433360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-weight.html' title='my weight'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-3153707370707312398</id><published>2009-02-12T15:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T15:49:46.902-05:00</updated><title type='text'>confession time (updated)</title><summary type='text'>I'm sure if I put some thought into it I could come up with lots of gnarly things to confess, but my big secret right now is about to be out.  You ready for this?  I. haven't.taken.down.my.Christmas.decorations!Yep, that's right.  I put them up the first weekend of December and have just loved loved loved having them up.  I never feel like the Christmas season lasts long enough, so I usually </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/3153707370707312398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=3153707370707312398' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/3153707370707312398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/3153707370707312398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2009/02/confession-time.html' title='confession time (updated)'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-2275594679454482621</id><published>2009-02-11T14:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T14:32:01.108-05:00</updated><title type='text'>so sweet together</title><summary type='text'>Matthew and Scarlett have been horrible this week.  Yep, I said it.  I am sure they know I'm not feeling well so they are taking full advantage.  But then they have their really sweet moments too.  Like when Scarlett has asked me "book?" for the hundredth time and my throat is just too sore to read another story, and Matthew says "My read to Scar-ett" and they sit down together in the chair with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/2275594679454482621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=2275594679454482621' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/2275594679454482621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/2275594679454482621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-sweet-together.html' title='so sweet together'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-7776457607418092789</id><published>2009-02-09T15:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T15:20:21.045-05:00</updated><title type='text'>eewwww</title><summary type='text'>After posting Friday about Matthew &amp; David being sick, I started feeling it Saturday.  It's just gotten worse (thankfully Matthew got over it really fast - he was the only one to have a fever and maybe that helped?) and today I feel rotten.  Of course I don't get sick days so I just have to grin &amp; bear it with the kids.  I would have asked David to stay home but after he took time off last week </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/7776457607418092789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=7776457607418092789' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/7776457607418092789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/7776457607418092789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2009/02/eewwww.html' title='eewwww'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-8037479043570096969</id><published>2009-02-06T15:13:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T15:44:06.722-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ugh - I'm so forgetful!</title><summary type='text'>Seriously, the kids have done so many cute things lately and I've meant to write about them but then something else happens so I don't get to the computer and I forget what it was by the time I do.  I put up another video of Matthew ice skating.  He has really improved.  Unfortunately he's been sick the last couple of days and I hate hate hate having a sick kid.  I feel so bad for them, I would </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/8037479043570096969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=8037479043570096969' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/8037479043570096969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/8037479043570096969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2009/02/ice-skating.html' title='ugh - I&apos;m so forgetful!'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-6581837661447738499</id><published>2009-02-02T15:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T16:12:54.929-05:00</updated><title type='text'>bah bahb blahe</title><summary type='text'>What can I say, I'm tired of titles.  We had a great weekend.  We did a lot of shopping Friday night so it was out of the way.  Saturday I went to boot camp and felt like I had a real kick ass day.  No, I'm not the fastest but I can see such an improvement.  I am so freaking competitive that it has been hard for me to go to this class...first with GUYS in it, that have real muscles, and second </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/6581837661447738499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=6581837661447738499' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/6581837661447738499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/6581837661447738499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2009/02/bah-bahb-blahe.html' title='bah bahb blahe'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-1447322482164765437</id><published>2009-01-30T13:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T13:32:27.741-05:00</updated><title type='text'>doctor updates</title><summary type='text'>So I'm glad to know I'm not the only person with a crazy neighbor!  You'd think people would have some respect and not do insane things in their yard at all hours of the night.  I know, some people work odd hours and all, but ugh!  Today we had Scarlett's 18 month checkup and Matthew's 3 year one, just a month late.  They were both declared "perfect" - do you think she says that to all the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/1447322482164765437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=1447322482164765437' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/1447322482164765437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/1447322482164765437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2009/01/doctor-updates.html' title='doctor updates'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180913055624254054.post-9145822318853484688</id><published>2009-01-28T16:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T16:33:47.641-05:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy neighbor</title><summary type='text'>My neighbor is crazy.  I actually like my neighbors just fine, but the man in the house west of us is a little snow shoveling crazy.  I can remember when Scarlett was "new" and i would be up breastfeeding her in the middle of the night he would be out shoveling.  She'd go back to sleep easily, thank goodness, but when I got back in bed all I could hear was "scccrrrraape, scccrrrrrape" and it kept</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/feeds/9145822318853484688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180913055624254054&amp;postID=9145822318853484688' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/9145822318853484688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180913055624254054/posts/default/9145822318853484688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaci1.blogspot.com/2009/01/crazy-neighbor.html' title='crazy neighbor'/><author><name>Kaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076856653325306185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
