<?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-7966834837549111751</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:08:58.697-08:00</updated><category term='SLIM IN 6 BABY'/><title type='text'>MELANIE, CHRIS &amp; BABY KELDON</title><subtitle type='html'>The Crazy Cain's</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Melanie Cain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SHEI73ypsTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X8H7Qvmt4Qs/S220/IMG_3108.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>125</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966834837549111751.post-3299250265896711608</id><published>2011-07-05T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T16:27:09.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay for Summer!</title><content type='html'>It has been forever since I have blogged or even really facebooked a lot of stuff. I have been horrible at even remembering to take pictures of everyday stuff. However, I have remembered to sit back and smell the roses. Other than puking my brains out the first trimester of this pregnancy and the occasional aches and pains in my low back and hips, the last 6 months has been great. I am in love with life lately and it is such a great feeling to be happy and positive about things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates: &lt;br /&gt;Keldon- talking in massive quantities! Favorites include....counting to 10, singing "COW" (Old MacDonald had a Farm) going swimming, going on the boat, drinking juice, wearing his new blue sun glasses, doing everything by himself, going to daycare and playing with his "friends." &lt;br /&gt;We found out a while back that he is allergic to milk protein, so he is all non-dairy now for the most part, I am not super strict about it but his eczema on his cheeks is all gone now and his immune system seems to be a lot stronger.&lt;br /&gt;We start swim lessons tonight for the next two weeks. Keldon is pretty stoked. He loves to swim and is getting so good at it its crazy. Chris takes him almost every Saturday to the Gym pool for there little Dad and Keldy date and he is getting very confident. He can swim all the way across the pool by himself with his little floaty suit on. It will be good for him to learn without his float this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris is busy with Lawn Care. He is learning to balance work, play and family a little better this year but has been a little stressed dealing with employees. He has bought some new equipment and vehicles in the last year and has struggled to keep them tuned up on going. The business is growing though and he is getting better at organizing his time and staying focused on the big picture. He is good at that part. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me..... ummmmmm. I am pregnant and busy at work as usual. I have had a little rough spell with workers ans business growing pains as well. I finally broke down and hired and employees which has been bitter sweet. I am learning it is harder that just renting space. I had one of my favorite therapists leave and now I am scrambling to decide what to do with my clients and the office while I go on maternity. The months are going by so fast and pretty soon, it will be October and life will just get crazier. I have had a great 2nd trimester. The baby is moving a lot, mostly at night and is a lot more chill than Keldon was for sure. I am carrying him completely different. Higher and way farther back which is causing quite a bit of pain in my si-joint and sacrum. I am hoping it gets better as I cut back my work hours. We haven't decided on a name. We actually don't really talk about it anymore because it causes too much tension. Ha ha! I guess it will be baby until we see him and decide. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are still loving our ward and all our awesome friends. I love summer bbq's and boating, swimming and get togethers. Last weekend we went to the Hermiston water park with our good friends the Gibbons and there little boy and had a good time. We might be buying Chris's Grandmas house on Union street were the shop and his office are in the next few months and might have to move wards. But we will have a house finally too so we will see if it all goes through or not. I need a new car right now and we don't have a money tree out back so hopefully everything will all work out. My transmission is about to poop out Im not really ready to deal with that right now so I am crossing my fingers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966834837549111751-3299250265896711608?l=mrscainsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3299250265896711608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966834837549111751&amp;postID=3299250265896711608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/3299250265896711608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/3299250265896711608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/2011/07/yay-for-summer.html' title='Yay for Summer!'/><author><name>Melanie Cain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SHEI73ypsTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X8H7Qvmt4Qs/S220/IMG_3108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966834837549111751.post-2008489479282355809</id><published>2011-03-08T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T15:35:40.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Count Your Blessings....Name them one by one......</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know, I know! It has been forever since I posted. The longest since I started this blog. When we moved in October we decided not to get cable tv or the Internet since we both have iphones and internet at our offices that we are already paying for. It has been nice not to have the t.v. to add to our extensive list of distractions. However, I miss having a normal size screen to check facebook and read blogs. Google reader on an iphone is annoying to try and catch up on. So here I am at my office updating my blog instead of working. Quick summary of the last 6 months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;October:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moved into our new apartment. It is smaller that what we moved from but super close to work and winco and the my sis-in-law who watches Keldon. We love our new ward and got put into callings soon after we moved in. I was the CTR 7 teacher in primary and Chris got put in with the 11 year old scouts. Keldon has been going to nursery and loves it. Chris drops him off and he doesn't &lt;strong&gt;look back! Keldon was Elmo for Halloween and Chris and I were pirates.&lt;br /&gt;November:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had Thanksgiving at my dads house. Not all the kids were there but it was simple and nice. My sister-in-law Patty and I were crazy enough to make pies and rolls. I think we ended up with like 7 or 8 pies for desert between everyone. We were especially proud of our French Chocolate Silk pie with oreo crust and heath and caramel whipped into the whipped cream. My allergies got the best of me and I paid severe consequences for the next week. Dinner was pretty grub though. Mom would have been proud of our pretty pies. I got my IUD taken out.....trying to get pregnant!&lt;br /&gt;December:&lt;br /&gt;For Christmas we stayed in Tri-Cities. The whole holiday season was pretty chill for us. Keldon got spoiled and I swear everything in our house was red with ELMO! He got pretty Elmoed out and we nicknamed him Kelmo because of the obsession. He was pretty impressed with his Grandma's talking Elmo and loved his puzzles from mom and dad. &lt;br /&gt;January:I got switched from CTR 7 teacher to sunbeams, so now I have a crazy bunch of 3 year olds to entertain for 2 hours. I love being in primary and have fun with the kids although they drain my energy and test my patience! Found out I was pregnant at the end of the Month. Due in October! Was really sick with a viral infection and sinus infection that kicked my butt. We all got the sickies.&lt;br /&gt;February:&lt;br /&gt;Chris and I got a night away at Cameo Heights Mansion which is a really nice Bed and Breakfast outside of Pasco between here and Walla Walla for Valentines. We went the weekend before and Grandma watched Keldon for us. Other than being dead tired and pregnant sick, we had a great time. We had an amazing dinner and I want to go back every year for special occasions. Chris has been busy gearing up for the upcoming lawn care season and is doing projects to get prepared. We hired a gal to do our books this year. We love her! I am so excited to finally be organized have someone track things that knows what they are doing. She has gone back and cleaned up our books from last year, getting reading for taxes and so forth. Chris built me a new computer for my birthday and set up 2 monitors at the office and upgraded our quickbooks software to 2011. Pretty soon, we will be changing my massage software over to a new online program so things will be even more easy and structured.&lt;br /&gt;March:&lt;br /&gt;I had my first ultrasound on the 2nd and got to see the little baby tadpole. Things look great and I love my new Dr. I switched OB's and couldn't be happier. The office is nice and clean and updated and has all the latest gigets and gadgets, including an ultrasound room in the office so no more going to the hospital for ultrasounds.For now, my official due date is October 11th. I am hoping only a few more weeks of morning sickness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, the last 6 months have been the happiest days I have had in a long time. Besides little coughs and a flu bug, we have been blessed with good health and strong bodies. Keldon is getting so big and is such a good helper. He is going to be a good big brother and I am looking forward to the next 6 months as his vocabulary continues to grow. It is so nice to be able to understand him and communicate with him on a more "big boy," level. I love being a mom. It is hard but so rewarding. I am trying hard to spend time with him reading and making him feel special, especially with the new baby coming. Daddy and him have been enjoying swimming at the gym on Saturdays. He sure loves his daddy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966834837549111751-2008489479282355809?l=mrscainsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2008489479282355809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966834837549111751&amp;postID=2008489479282355809&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/2008489479282355809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/2008489479282355809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/2011/03/count-your-blessingsname-them-one-by.html' title='Count Your Blessings....Name them one by one......'/><author><name>Melanie Cain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SHEI73ypsTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X8H7Qvmt4Qs/S220/IMG_3108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966834837549111751.post-4591246635165235923</id><published>2010-09-26T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T17:23:58.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/TJ_j7Tj570I/AAAAAAAABIg/eCtrKDfMkFw/s1600/114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/TJ_j7Tj570I/AAAAAAAABIg/eCtrKDfMkFw/s320/114.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521382276182175554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a mental breakdown a couple of weeks ago that went a little something like this 1) I hate living in East Pasco 2)I have no friends in Pasco that have little kids that I hang out with 3)I drive too far to the babysitter and to work every morning 4)my husband is hardly ever home and I spend most evenings alone 5)I would like to have neighbors that I can borrow an egg from without having to get a Spanish translation from the Internet to communicate. This major breakdown has come and gone through the last 4 years but this time is was the last. WE ARE MOVING! And I could not be happier. Last year, Chris lost his job as the on site property manager at the park we live in so it has been even harder for me to be here and grin and bare it this past year. I have been suffocating in our house and have had a really hard time. Probably all the changes of my mother passing away, a pregnancy, then a new baby and a major change in work pace for Chris and I both in the last 2 years. Not to mention my dad getting married on top of it all 6 months after my mom died. Its all been a little too much. I have been trying hard to get through the "Stage," but am ready for a new beginning. A new young ward that meets at a decent time. A place that is 2 minutes from work for both of us. Close to the grocery store and central to everything else in town. A swimming pool for Keldon in the summer and for my sanity! It's time. I am excited and looking forward to the next year. It will definitely be a change. It is not a glorious house, or a fancy apartment. It is just simple, and I can handle simple. I just need something new and different. We move on Thursday and since it is General Conference on Sunday we will be able to enjoy the weekend absorbing the newness. I have been packing a few things each day so hopefully when it is time to go I am not so frazzled. Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966834837549111751-4591246635165235923?l=mrscainsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4591246635165235923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966834837549111751&amp;postID=4591246635165235923&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/4591246635165235923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/4591246635165235923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/2010/09/moving.html' title='Moving!'/><author><name>Melanie Cain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SHEI73ypsTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X8H7Qvmt4Qs/S220/IMG_3108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/TJ_j7Tj570I/AAAAAAAABIg/eCtrKDfMkFw/s72-c/114.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966834837549111751.post-1883251075617376514</id><published>2010-08-25T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T20:13:45.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday Date Day with Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/THXbnAiPNSI/AAAAAAAABIQ/xi9tCkscy8k/s1600/fair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/THXbnAiPNSI/AAAAAAAABIQ/xi9tCkscy8k/s320/fair.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509551182362653986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smell of sawdust mixed with pig poop and elephant ears, crowds of people, booths and millions of strollers and balloons, lemonade.....you guess it....THE FAIR! I haven't been to the fair in a long time. Chris hates the fair so since we have been married we have only gone once. I decided to take Keldy to the fair today because it was kids day and my sister was taking her crew as well. Growing up I have found memories of the week before school....the infamous week of the Benton Franklin County Fair. Where I met all the boys I was sure I was going to marry and also where I spent hours sweeping sawdust on barn duty as a dedicated member of 4H. Ha ha! They fair is a funny place. You get to see all sorts of people come out of the woodwork. Kim and I met at Lampson Stadium in Kennewick and took the transit bus down to the fairgrounds. It was super hot outside but Keldon did really good despite the blistering heat. He was pretty chill and just hung out in the stroller the whole time. We had the pleasure of getting nearly ran over by a pig on his way to the show-ring and he even left us a treat of poop on Keldon's blanket that was hanging over the side of the stroller. LOVELY! Kim brought her camera so I am super excited to see all the cute pictures of the kiddos and the animals. Keldon got to hold a Rabbit and he pet all sorts of animals. His favorite was a little hen in the chicken barn. We rode out to the horse barns on the tractor trolley and made our way in and out of all the exhibit halls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was choked up a bit as I saw a display of beautiful quilts that had been entered in the fair to be judged. I always told my mom that she should enter some of her quilts. She thought it was a silly idea. Each quilt had a story behind it and they had a notebook with all the stories behind the quilt. Next year, I want to enter one of my moms quilts in the fair. When she was sick, like sick sick, no hair and feeling awful she made a quilt for my dad. She wanted him to have a quilt and she was so busy making them for everyone else all the time that she never made him one. She was busy making it up till just before she had hospice come in. I was so impressed with her perseverance and love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I had a good time. It was hot and Keldon was in dire need of a nap so we finally took off around 4. A good day at the fair. We will sleep good tonight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966834837549111751-1883251075617376514?l=mrscainsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1883251075617376514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966834837549111751&amp;postID=1883251075617376514&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/1883251075617376514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/1883251075617376514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/2010/08/wednesday-date-day-with-mom.html' title='Wednesday Date Day with Mom'/><author><name>Melanie Cain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SHEI73ypsTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X8H7Qvmt4Qs/S220/IMG_3108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/THXbnAiPNSI/AAAAAAAABIQ/xi9tCkscy8k/s72-c/fair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966834837549111751.post-1689410836096491884</id><published>2010-07-01T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T21:49:26.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Mommies....</title><content type='html'>Being a good mother means......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letting your baby play with the pots and pans even if they are right under your feet and its loud and annoying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleaning up broken up pieces of crackers out of the couch cushions, the car seat....your hair and any other cracks babies find to smash things in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;playing peek a boo even when you don't have time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reading the first 4 pages of a 12 page book....over and over again because your baby wont sit still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wiping hundreds of nasty boogies and wiping hundreds of poopy bums&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finding enough patience to let the little tantrums go without freaking out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;playing tickle monster with a snotty nosed, crying baby at 3 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rocking with a blankie all night long, knowing you wont get a nap the next day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;playing cars on the kitchen floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eating banana cream pie and vanilla wafers for a snack because you're only one once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sharing an ice cream bar even though you know it will take 10 wipes to clean up the mess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motherhood is a challenge.... you give and give but in the end, when I see this little face, it is all worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am proud to say, that I was a good mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/TC1uw5KjQdI/AAAAAAAABII/kdMgMfLc2E4/s1600/kindryer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/TC1uw5KjQdI/AAAAAAAABII/kdMgMfLc2E4/s320/kindryer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489165307092353490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966834837549111751-1689410836096491884?l=mrscainsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1689410836096491884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966834837549111751&amp;postID=1689410836096491884&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/1689410836096491884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/1689410836096491884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/2010/07/good-mommies.html' title='Good Mommies....'/><author><name>Melanie Cain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SHEI73ypsTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X8H7Qvmt4Qs/S220/IMG_3108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/TC1uw5KjQdI/AAAAAAAABII/kdMgMfLc2E4/s72-c/kindryer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966834837549111751.post-798433891732390218</id><published>2010-05-20T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T20:05:39.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FAB 3 Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/S_X4aLAt8EI/AAAAAAAABIA/HHAbnmgD5TQ/s1600/sistas4"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/S_X4aLAt8EI/AAAAAAAABIA/HHAbnmgD5TQ/s320/sistas4" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473554050654793794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/S_X4Z8GMI2I/AAAAAAAABH4/VVrWIdGjE28/s1600/sistas3"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/S_X4Z8GMI2I/AAAAAAAABH4/VVrWIdGjE28/s320/sistas3" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473554046651212642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/S_X4ZuOIpjI/AAAAAAAABHw/tJpTvWwzN9U/s1600/sistas2"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/S_X4ZuOIpjI/AAAAAAAABHw/tJpTvWwzN9U/s320/sistas2" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473554042926442034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/S_X4ZEPWBhI/AAAAAAAABHo/vrCNy2qiNbQ/s1600/sistas"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/S_X4ZEPWBhI/AAAAAAAABHo/vrCNy2qiNbQ/s320/sistas" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473554031657223698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend was my older sister Sherri's 30th Birthday. I knew she was dreading it a bit and wasn't expecting anything fancy to happen so I came up with a little something fancy myself. Sometime last week I got the idea to drive up with my other sister Kim and surprise her. We had plans to pretend to be robbers and mug her down at the beach, or to kidnap her from the house and drive her to a Karaoke Bar or something wild. I had the help of her husband so I knew we could pull it off. Friday after work, I picked Kim up and we headed to Mukileto..... After getting stuck in bumper to bumper traffic of course. We arrived at Sherri's just before dark and snuck around the back side of the house. The plan was to do what our family calls the "Grady Call," which is definitely an inside joke/thing. It basically entails making a very distinct call a little something like this..."Boo, Boo, Boo, Who, Who." It is weird I know, but unless you grew up in Finley and a house full of weirdo's you just wont understand. Anyway....No matter what and where, if you are part of my family and hear this, "Grady Call," You know it is a Carver, some where, some how. &lt;br /&gt;Sherri ran outside the front door as we ran to the back yard to hide. She said that instantly she knew I was there at the house, but certainly wasn't expecting Kim who had left 4 kids and a husband at home. Yay! Sherri about peed her pants and screamed all at the same time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend went like this: &lt;br /&gt;--Friday night stayed up late talking in bed with all us girls cuddled up. &lt;br /&gt;--Saturday morning Sherri had church stuff and soccer to attend to so Kim and I taped her bedroom up and got ready to paint. Darin went to the store to get paint mixed up. We slapped a coat on, then left to get new handles/knobs for the bedroom furniture and ate lunch at Bento where the girls enjoyed sushi (not my thing, uhhek)&lt;br /&gt;Back to the house, then to Ikea for a 3 hour rondavue of the worlds most fabulous store. I, by the way, ran from the front of that store, all the way through to get a throw pillow that we wanted but had apparently grabbed the display one. I almost passed out but I did it none the less 2 minutes before closing time. After wards we went to Baja Fresh and then back home at 10. Slapped another coat of paint on and let the magic happen.&lt;br /&gt;--Sunday morning went to church, came home and ate a marvelous homemade pizza then I gave Sherri a massage while Kim finished decking out the room to look like a pottery barn magazine. We went outside and took a bunch of goofy pictures and then drove home and got home about midnight... Oh and Kim freaked out because she thought we were gonna run out of gas just past Yakima but we made it to Zillah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966834837549111751-798433891732390218?l=mrscainsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/798433891732390218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966834837549111751&amp;postID=798433891732390218&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/798433891732390218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/798433891732390218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/2010/05/fab-3-weekend.html' title='FAB 3 Weekend'/><author><name>Melanie Cain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SHEI73ypsTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X8H7Qvmt4Qs/S220/IMG_3108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/S_X4aLAt8EI/AAAAAAAABIA/HHAbnmgD5TQ/s72-c/sistas4' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966834837549111751.post-8694464500628407898</id><published>2010-04-28T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T07:38:07.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning! Blogs are quite personal</title><content type='html'>Apparently, some people actually read this blog and dislike that I share my personal opinion and express my feelings about PERSONAL things. If I was brave enough like my fellow blog friend Cassidy I would post a disclaimer like she did so elegantly....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****Disclaimer: This is a personal blog. The opinions expressed within represent my own and not those of my husband, daughter, son, unborn child, goldfish, withering house plants, or any other living thing within our house, unless specifically stated. Any complaints or dissatisfaction should be made known either directly to me (via comments, email, Facebook, carrier pigeon, etc.) or God himself, who I'm sure will intervene with the usual plagues, floods, locusts, or lightning bolts should I get out of line.**** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh...people that have opinions about people that have opinions. Such is life. Move on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966834837549111751-8694464500628407898?l=mrscainsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8694464500628407898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966834837549111751&amp;postID=8694464500628407898&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/8694464500628407898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/8694464500628407898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/2010/04/warning-blogs-are-quite-personal.html' title='Warning! Blogs are quite personal'/><author><name>Melanie Cain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SHEI73ypsTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X8H7Qvmt4Qs/S220/IMG_3108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966834837549111751.post-7315910684870985905</id><published>2010-04-25T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T20:58:06.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your're invited to a Pity Party</title><content type='html'>LIFE IS HARD! It doesn't have to be, but sometimes we just make it that way. This month has been an especially challenging one for me. We have had a lot of things going on. Chris is really busy with getting his new lawn care business going and has been working super late hours and long weeks. I am a really needy when it comes to affection and like to be noticed and appreciated so I get my feathers ruffled easy when things are hectic. My business is doing well but is not quite on auto pilot and in order to make money you have to work so I feel like my priorities have been a little out of whack. I feel like the rope in the middle of a tug of war. My son spends more time with other people than he does with his parents, my house is always trashed because we are always on the go and I never buy groceries cause we don't ever make time to eat and I throw most of it out! AAHHH... Trying to balancing everything is making my brain hurt. I think too much, I talk too much, I care about other people too much and it sucks me in and drains my energy, and I try to hard to be perfect. I don't take enough time to smell the roses and all the while I am missing all the fun. Keldon will be 1 this Saturday. &lt;br /&gt;That is right 1 years old....already. I know! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I who I want to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm I doing the best I can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is missing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish my family was closer and that reality didn't hurt so bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966834837549111751-7315910684870985905?l=mrscainsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7315910684870985905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966834837549111751&amp;postID=7315910684870985905&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/7315910684870985905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/7315910684870985905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/2010/04/yourre-invited-to-pity-party.html' title='Your&apos;re invited to a Pity Party'/><author><name>Melanie Cain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SHEI73ypsTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X8H7Qvmt4Qs/S220/IMG_3108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966834837549111751.post-6558891212390823140</id><published>2010-03-07T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T10:18:45.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful</title><content type='html'>Today I have a thankful heart. I am thankful for the sunshine that has allowed my heart to smile. I am thankful for a supportive and close family that are just a phone call away. And most of all, I am grateful for my sweet husband and my healthy little boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday morning the 25th of February, Keldon was eating breakfast and as he turned his head to reach for something on the table, I noticed a huge lump on the right side of his neck. I reached over and felt it and it was hard and he started to whimper and pull his head away. I started to panic and cried a little while I started to call Chris. He had just left the house for the day. I explained that something was wrong with the baby and he turned around to come home and take a look. I called Keldon's Pediatrician and made an appointment. I didn't know rather to take him to the E.R. or to wait and take him in to his Dr. When we went in, the Dr. was concerned and called an Ear Nose and Throat (ENT) Dr. for his opinion and advice. We were then sent to Kennewick General Hospital right away to start I.V. antibiotics. When we got to the hospital and checked in, Keldon started getting a fever. It was a struggle and completely awful to get an I.V. in him but I tried to stay strong. Grandma Stomstead (Chris's mom) came and helped. We were in hospitals for a week straight so alot of details are a blur. Friday, Saturday and Sunday I was suppose to be in Seattle for a Massage Intra-oral Class to learn massage techniques for jaw and headache/neck pain. I had already pre-paid and had arranged for a human model and had to cancel my class amongst all the chaos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the next couple days, Keldon was on Motrin every 6 hours for pain and fever. At about 5 hours his fever would spike up and then go back down once the motrin set in. Day 2 at KGH, he was taken in for a CT scan which showed and Abscess inside the infected lymph node. He was diagnosed with Cervical Adneitis which is basically a swollen lymph node that gets infected. Most kids respond to antibiotics by IV within 3 days but because he had an abscess that had formed the drugs were not penetrating the wall his body had made around the abscess evidently. One day, his IV pulled out of his arm a little and the medicine and meds were going into his tissue causing his arm to swell up like Popeye and he was in a lot of pain. We didn't catch it for some reason. He had his iv all wrapped up so he couldn't pull on it and had been crying for about 2 hours and no one knew what was going on. The nurses check the iv frequently and if it is kinked the machine beeps and says "distal occlusion." We finally got it all unwrapped and out and then had to put another one in. He was so upset that when they stuck him in his other hand, the vein blew and the same with his foot. I had to try and hold him with the nurses and it was so hard watching him scream, I lost it and started bawling when we got back into the room. They couldn't get it in so they let him rest for the night and gave him a shot of his meds later in the night instead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ENT DR tried to drain his abscess but nothing came out. They put lidocain on the spot and gave him morphine. AHHH, another awful moment. After that it was "Let's wait 24 hours and we will see. We didn't really hear from anyone in between that time and I got tired of the wait. Keldon's Dr was out sick over the weekend and the on call Dr. came at one time while I was out taking a break and said that his node looked smaller and he could probably go home in the morning. IDIOT! They talked about doing surgery several times to go in and get the abscess out and because there are no pediatric ENT specialists in Tri-Cities I asked to be transferred to Seattle Children's. Chris and I both have sisters in Seattle so we choose Seattle rather than Spokane. The same day, Keldon's Pediatrician was back from being sick and switched his meds and gave him 2 doses of steroids. Tuesday morning he was looking better but still sick. They allowed us to transfer him to Seattle ourselves and unhooked him from the IV but the needle remained in his hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to Seattle the IV wouldn't flush so they had to give him another one. His hand vein blew so they put it in his foot. Awful once again. That kids definitely doesn't have a problem with his lungs. Everybody commented on that! He was happy as long as you didn't poke, touch, prod or wear scrubs around him. If someone came in to look at him with scrubs on, he would look them up and down. It was super funny after awhile. One Dr. said he was STRATEGIC. I thought that fit him well. The nurses got a kick out of his smile and fun personality and agreed with us that he was a busy body. He kept getting his iv cord all wrapped up and we would have to unhook it and detangle him. I loved Children's Hospital. There were so many Dr's and specialists that came in, and when they switched nurses, they did a safety check in front of you and gave them all the information that was current. I felt like I was on Grey's Anatomy. It made me want to be a nurse.&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful that Keldon didn't have to have surgery. He is on an antibiotic 3 times a day and is doing well. It is nice to see the lump getting smaller each day and watching his energy come back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said Grandpa for the 1st time at the hospital and pointed to my dad. He signs "all done." He throws things and lets them fall and says "uh-oh." He started this squint faced smile thing that cracked everybody up. Unfortunately I was never able to capture it on camera. He has proved that he is in charge and is going to be a screamer. He is DONE with the bottle and enjoys sips of whatever it is that YOU are drinking out of a cup or a sippy. He likes yogurt now and is a fan of all kinds of crackers, especially Ritz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FACEBOOK UPDATES:&lt;br /&gt;FEb 25, 2010&lt;br /&gt;Keldon is in the hospital as of yesterday. He has a swollen lymph node that has become infected apparently and has a 1/2 of abscess and fluid in it. We are waiting for the surgical consult to see if they have to remove the lymph node or drain it. Please keep him in your prayers. Entertaining a 9 month old with an IV....Priceless&lt;br /&gt;FEB 26, 2010&lt;br /&gt;The Surgeon says she can drain keldon's lymph node with a needle for now with a local and some morphine....hopefully that will do the trick and we can avoid surgery&lt;br /&gt;FEB 26, 2010&lt;br /&gt;The doctor tried to drain Keldon's neck and nothing came out so now we wait for another 24 hours for the antibiotics to work on the infection and for the labs from the fluid to come back with possible results for a true diagnosis. Keeps your fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;FEB 26, 2010 I am so thankful for my family, the cutest toughest little munchkin in the whole wide world, love, medicine, good nurses, sleep and chocolate!&lt;br /&gt;FEB 27, 2010&lt;br /&gt;We finally got more than 2 hours of sleep. Looks like we will be shacking up at the hospital for awhile so better get use to the beeps and baby squeaks&lt;br /&gt;FEB 28, 2010&lt;br /&gt;His IV, along with antibiotics got backed up last night around ten and his arm was pumped full of fluid and blew up like Popeye so they took it out and tried to do another and his arm vein blew and foot vein blew....so now he has no iv, and one good foot left. Chris's mom took over last night so we could go home and get some sleep and still no iv ... See Morein this am because Keldon didn't go to sleep till around 4. My favorite nurse got off at 7am so who knows what is going to happen now. I HATE HOSPITALS! As for the infection, they gave him another 24 on the meds, the abscess is still there so still possible surgery today or tomorrow. They want the surrounding inflammation to go down. We find out more today from the surgeon. She wants to avoid surgery by doing antibiotics as long as we can, and let them try to do the work.&lt;br /&gt;MARCH 1, 2010&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to me....the hospital smells like pee, my baby is still here and I'm getting sickee!&lt;br /&gt;March 1, 2010&lt;br /&gt;I have requested to be transferred to Children's hospital in Seattle tomorrow morning. Keldon's Ped Dr has been out sick for 3 days and now is back and is recommending Seattle and getting all the info rolling for transfer in the morning. The growth as not changed in size after 5 days of meds . Keeps us in your prayers please.&lt;br /&gt;MARCH 2, 2010&lt;br /&gt;heading to seattle in our own car with Keldon...surgery today or tomorrow by the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;We are here, it is awesome....LOVE THE STAFF, waiting for the attending doc to come in. Just did medical history and checked in..blah blah blah. Waiting for more news&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;No surgery tonight, he can eat until 2 am and then no fluids until surg consult at 6 am to see if there is a change with the new meds, if not 99.9% sure he will have surgery. They will flush it and put in a drain so it will stay open and heal from the inside out, only about an hour procedure including sedation and surgery.&lt;br /&gt;March 3, 2010&lt;br /&gt;still waiting this morning for the Dr's. All of us slept almost 7 hours straight. I feel like a half sane woman this morning. Our boy's in good hands. Went grocery shopping last night and stocked food here in the family center fridge. You need a map to get around in this place but I am loving all of it so far.&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;soooooo, no surgery right now. He can eat soilds again and they are going to watch him today. They think the steroid given in Kennewick is still effecting the size of the node (its smaller) and don't want to cut if it can improve on its own. The "Team" of drs will come by again in a bit to discuss all opinions. watching... him for today. Surgery still possible&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;we have had several doctors at both hospitals comment on how cute and happy Keldon is and that he looks like the e-trade baby....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 3 PM&lt;br /&gt;still in limbo....he's IS getting better but slower than usual, as far as his response to the antibiotic, but not getting worse either. They will do surgery possibly if he doesn't improve beyond the point he has made so far. No food after 2:00am and re-evaluate in the am. Trying to avoid surgery at all costs of course b...ut man, the wait is killing me. SO BORED!&lt;br /&gt;March 4, 2010 &lt;br /&gt;No surgery this am, switching to oral meds if he can handle it and getting off the iv. Keeping him today to see how he responds to the meds and watching for more improvement as far as a continued reduction in size of the node. YAY- MORE PROGRESS&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;packing the bags.....staying at my sister's for the night to get a good meal and good nights sleep in and to be close in case Keldon won't take his meds, and then home to TC in the morning. YAHOO! No more hot pockets and crackers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 5th- Friday&lt;br /&gt;Keldon slept 12 hours straight last night and is taking his meds like a champ. 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/S5Ppw3e_-2I/AAAAAAAABDo/QopxFZc0dNE/s320/IMG_1079.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445953400158026594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctors never did find out what caused the infection in the first place. It coule have been staph, MERSA, or a strep bacteria. The blood work was showing high levels of inflammation in his body so it was obviously fighting some kind of infection , especially when he was having the fevers. Whatever it was, I hope we never have another encounter again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966834837549111751-6558891212390823140?l=mrscainsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6558891212390823140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966834837549111751&amp;postID=6558891212390823140&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/6558891212390823140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/6558891212390823140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/2010/03/thankful.html' title='Thankful'/><author><name>Melanie Cain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SHEI73ypsTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X8H7Qvmt4Qs/S220/IMG_3108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/S5PrGM29z7I/AAAAAAAABHQ/RbiC4EJBssA/s72-c/IMG_1036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966834837549111751.post-7774786841017141229</id><published>2010-02-23T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T09:00:57.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready to Potty Train.....</title><content type='html'>So this month Keldon has pooped in the tub 3 times! He is a very regular boy and if he hasn't already pooped when you go to get him up in the morning, he will 90% of the time poop during breakfast. The last couple of times he has pooped in the tub has been in the morning when he really needs a bath first thing because I can't stand baby soaked in pee smell. The other day in the tub he started tooting so I pulled him out as a joke and stuck him on the pot and he got scared and clingy, so I put him back in and of course he pooped in the tun. Today, I was a little more brave and when he started displaying the regular poop face, I stuck him on the pot and talked to him. "It's okay, go poops." I said it over and over again and after about a minute he just pooped!!! I couldn't believe it. I yelled to Chris to get the camera. Good thing he was home so he could capture the moment huh? As he snapped the picture Keldon gave the best cheesy smile ever. I stuck him back in the tub and flushed the toilet and he stood up and peeked over to the toilet to watch it flush. I waved bye bye to the poo and Keldon laughed. Potty training in training....I better go get a little potty because I am going to keep on with this morning tub time ritual.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/S4QJjL1XIOI/AAAAAAAABCY/A5HaByRhEjQ/s1600-h/IMG_1022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/S4QJjL1XIOI/AAAAAAAABCY/A5HaByRhEjQ/s400/IMG_1022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441484749847077090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/S4QJivUgGMI/AAAAAAAABCQ/PZTmZE3lvuo/s1600-h/IMG_1020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/S4QJivUgGMI/AAAAAAAABCQ/PZTmZE3lvuo/s400/IMG_1020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441484742193060034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966834837549111751-7774786841017141229?l=mrscainsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7774786841017141229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966834837549111751&amp;postID=7774786841017141229&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/7774786841017141229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/7774786841017141229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/2010/02/ready-to-potty-train.html' title='Ready to Potty Train.....'/><author><name>Melanie Cain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SHEI73ypsTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X8H7Qvmt4Qs/S220/IMG_3108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/S4QJjL1XIOI/AAAAAAAABCY/A5HaByRhEjQ/s72-c/IMG_1022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966834837549111751.post-8966393951708314319</id><published>2010-02-16T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T10:20:39.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is in the Air</title><content type='html'>My husband suprises me every now and then with a sweet romatic side of him that I wish I could see everyday.... At Thanksgiving, we made a trip to IKEA in Seattle and saw this mirror. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/S3rhqP-H9VI/AAAAAAAABAI/XzgOAxiSlMY/s1600-h/41852_PE136474_S4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/S3rhqP-H9VI/AAAAAAAABAI/XzgOAxiSlMY/s320/41852_PE136474_S4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438907615961150802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister wanted it really bad and of course so did I but I couldn't imagine spending $100 on a want so I just swept it back in the filing cabinent in my head under all the crap you want but don't need folder. Chris went off about how he could make that and it would be better and blah blah blah. That is great honey, but you don't have the will, or the time. He always says he can make just about anything and if he can't he will find the cheapest price to buy it. Most of the time it is annoying like when I buy something I really like and he asks me why I bought it and the what the price was and where I got it and why did I buy it again and so on......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night before Valentines, Chris was working late on a lawnmowing project. He came home all peppy and chatty. "Come outside and look at your Valentines Present." What? He remembered? And got me something. WOW!" Way more than I expected. As I opened the door He smiled bigger than ever, proudly displaying his newly crafted object of affection. A homeade IKEA like LOVE MIRROR just for my beutimous self! The best part was seeing him so excited about what a stud he was because he totally knew it. He told me to wait to take a picture because he wanted it to be all clean so he washed it off and re-wrote the words so if I posted it on facebook, which he was certain was the first thing I would do...everyone could see how pretty it was. He has just stained it that night so it was still a little wet. I am so proud of him! I love love love love love it!!!!!!!!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/S3rjkOUAORI/AAAAAAAABAw/YJZ2m8E1tWg/s1600-h/IMG_0985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/S3rjkOUAORI/AAAAAAAABAw/YJZ2m8E1tWg/s400/IMG_0985.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438909711460088082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/S3rjjlJX1fI/AAAAAAAABAo/BXgPPXUQ70A/s1600-h/IMG_0984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/S3rjjlJX1fI/AAAAAAAABAo/BXgPPXUQ70A/s400/IMG_0984.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438909700409644530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/S3rjjdgi2II/AAAAAAAABAg/0w0DgxekwRA/s1600-h/IMG_0983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/S3rjjdgi2II/AAAAAAAABAg/0w0DgxekwRA/s400/IMG_0983.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438909698359351426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/S3rjjPtf89I/AAAAAAAABAY/O8tVC1EtmDk/s1600-h/IMG_0982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/S3rjjPtf89I/AAAAAAAABAY/O8tVC1EtmDk/s400/IMG_0982.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438909694655591378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/S3rji9J-3zI/AAAAAAAABAQ/bV9W9FgrlQI/s1600-h/IMG_0981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/S3rji9J-3zI/AAAAAAAABAQ/bV9W9FgrlQI/s400/IMG_0981.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438909689674784562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966834837549111751-8966393951708314319?l=mrscainsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8966393951708314319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966834837549111751&amp;postID=8966393951708314319&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/8966393951708314319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/8966393951708314319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/2010/02/love-is-in-air.html' title='Love is in the Air'/><author><name>Melanie Cain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SHEI73ypsTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X8H7Qvmt4Qs/S220/IMG_3108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/S3rhqP-H9VI/AAAAAAAABAI/XzgOAxiSlMY/s72-c/41852_PE136474_S4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966834837549111751.post-6706523754825048972</id><published>2010-02-16T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T10:16:54.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keldon at 9 months</title><content type='html'>BUSY BODY BOy---- Keldon is on the move. He can power crawl like no other and his eating habits certainly support is active little self. The kid eats more oatmeal than I can gag down for breakfast. He loves Banana's, his Aunt Kelly, Mamma and Daddy, and His Grandma and her little puppy Milo. He doesn't want anything to do with bottles, he doesn't like milk unless it is mixed in his cereal, and he has a bit of an attitude. We are learning "no no, not for Keldon, don't touch," and he tests it everytime a movie is playing or the radio is on. He likes to play with the knobs. He loves to play with mirriors, mom and dads phones, the remote, the calculator on dad's desk, the front door and plant and mom's office. He loves trying to get into the garbage, playing with measuring cups and wisks on the kitchen floor and trying to drink water from his sippy cup. When he hears the noise the camera makes when it is trying to focus before a picture, he always smiles and then crawls toward you to see his picture. He love the hair dryer blown in his face and being tickled on his back. The tub is his favorite and this month we have had the pleasure of cleaning poop out of it twice already. JOY! If you want him to hold still while you change him you better strap him down or give him a diaper to play with. Other than saying mamma and da da....he giber jabbers a lot and laughs like crazy. I love to hold him down with his arms up and tickle his chest with my chin! He hates Shoes and always always always takes his socks off and either leaves them on the floor as he crawls off or sucks on them! He hardly ever sucks his thumb anymore but has switched to chewing on his right pointer finger. He likes to stay up late with mom and dad and is good when it comes to sleeping in. The swing has been a lifesaver to get him to go to sleep when is is all wired. He cut his bottom two teeth Valentines Weekend.&lt;br /&gt;He weighs about 19 lbs and is in 12-18 month clothes&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/S3rgls3N9MI/AAAAAAAABAA/b2sGVzsTF2A/s1600-h/IMG_0995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/S3rgls3N9MI/AAAAAAAABAA/b2sGVzsTF2A/s320/IMG_0995.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438906438305838274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/S3rglfWVbnI/AAAAAAAAA_4/SaHA9VqH6J8/s1600-h/IMG_0994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/S3rglfWVbnI/AAAAAAAAA_4/SaHA9VqH6J8/s320/IMG_0994.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438906434678255218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/S3rglLL9OWI/AAAAAAAAA_w/N3Tcl3dvA0o/s1600-h/IMG_0997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/S3rY-IW7SDI/AAAAAAAAA7o/kghlhh-xxOM/s320/IMG_0770.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438898061910427698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      The month of December was a busy one as always. I moved my massage practice to a new location in October and have been trying to catch up for 2 months. A lot of things went crazy with the move and there is always more decorating and organizing to do than you ever plan on. Business is good. I have 3 new therapists in the office that actually work! It is nice to have people around at the office and I have found that I am happier at work with the added compnay. We sold lots of Gift Certificates this month and set a new record! It will be interesting in the next couple of months to see who and how many people actually redeem them. &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;     A couple weeks before Christmas, our friend Ben LaMothe invited us to go snowmobiling up at his family's cabin by Tolgate in Oregon. We took Keldon of course.... and had a good time. He was crawling all over and had a few tumbles but overall did pretty good staying out of the stepping zone.  There were a few other couples that went and one other baby. I enjoyed being the cabin cook!! I even made chocolate chip cookies for everybody to have when they came in from the cold. Oh how I love the mountains. Keldon had a really hard time sleeping both nights so we didn't get much sleep. We did manage to bundle him up good enough to go outside and watch his crazy daddy make a jump for the snowmobiles, and snowboards. The boys had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    Christmas came fast this month. I didn't make ANY candy or goodies at all. I didn't spend months planning a wonderful present for anyone like years past, and I didn't have my mom. Christmas seemed empty this year. We did our Carver Gift Exchange at my sister Kims and spent Christmas Eve and Day with Chris's family. I tried really hard to be happy and have a good time. I think it was such a busy month and with all the emotion I held back last year, everything hit me this year. I was able to use my mom's decorations and Christmas tree at my house. I snuggled with my favorite snowman blanket Christmas morning at pulled a pretty good suprise on my hubby. He gets a discount on CWB wakeboard merchandise with his sponsership so I never get anything for him wakeboardish....because he can get it at a better price. However, he was in desperate need of a new life jacket, and I was determined to find a way to suprise him with one...at discount. I made arrangements with Bart at Sporthause and put an order in. I also got a couple of t-shirts as well. Christmas morning I had him open the shirts first. He looked at my so suprised and said, " Where did you get these? I have never seen these, are these 2010? How did you...where did you....?" He was so confused. Then I gave him the big box. He had no idea it was a lifejacket, not in a million years. He guess a sweater. A sweater? Really Chris? He loved it, and was super suprised. I did good. He didn't even know that CWB made a pull over jacket. Mission Complete.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966834837549111751-1199381136549526521?l=mrscainsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1199381136549526521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966834837549111751&amp;postID=1199381136549526521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/1199381136549526521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/1199381136549526521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/2010/02/december-2009.html' title='December 2009'/><author><name>Melanie Cain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SHEI73ypsTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X8H7Qvmt4Qs/S220/IMG_3108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/S3rZ-mhMpgI/AAAAAAAAA9g/VRsTxuUMjuE/s72-c/IMG_0817.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966834837549111751.post-3676136164525321539</id><published>2010-02-16T09:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T09:16:48.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/S3rS2H8-8jI/AAAAAAAAA7g/lnEPl29ecTs/s1600-h/IMG_0740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/S3rS2H8-8jI/AAAAAAAAA7g/lnEPl29ecTs/s320/IMG_0740.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438891327292895794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/S3rS1uIIcPI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/1-2R3zMrYZw/s1600-h/IMG_0738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/S3rS1uIIcPI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/1-2R3zMrYZw/s320/IMG_0738.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438891320360333554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/S3rS1QuZEtI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/LHNCUMvngXc/s1600-h/IMG_0737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/S3rS1QuZEtI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/LHNCUMvngXc/s320/IMG_0737.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438891312467743442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the opportunity to travel somewhere new for Thanksgiving this year in our family. My sister Sherri moved to Seattle this past summer so we decided since for the past 10 years, she comes to us, that we would go to her. It was a blast. The younger 5 kids in the family went with all our kids so it was like a massive family sleep over. Chris and I celebrated our 3 Wedding Anniversary over the weekend as well. Sherri watched Keldon and Chris and I snuck away for a Romantic Evening for 2 at a Hotel down on the water a Puget Sound. We went out for a yummy seafood dinner, and to the Gold's Gym there in Mukeltio and watched a movie in the Cardio Theater. The next day I surprised him with a massage and sauna treatment in Everett for both of us. It was soooo nice to relax and spend time with family. We played games late one night and had a good laugh with scattegories! The last night there, it was just the sisters left. The kids stayed up and we played the good ol Carver Candy Bar Game. The kids loved it and all fought over the bubble gum all night. I love my sister Sherri! When I am with her and visiting up at her house, I get to eat grubbin food and feel like my mom is right there! Keldon had a great time playing with all his cousins. Sherri and Kim were able to take some really cute pictures of Keldon down by the water that ended up being blown up later and given for Christmas gifts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966834837549111751-3676136164525321539?l=mrscainsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3676136164525321539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966834837549111751&amp;postID=3676136164525321539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/3676136164525321539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/3676136164525321539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/2010/02/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Melanie Cain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SHEI73ypsTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X8H7Qvmt4Qs/S220/IMG_3108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/S3rS2H8-8jI/AAAAAAAAA7g/lnEPl29ecTs/s72-c/IMG_0740.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966834837549111751.post-7671187449783445946</id><published>2010-02-16T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T09:03:10.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you're Happy &amp; You know it clap your hands</title><content type='html'>As I pondered the things I wanted to write today, this primary song instantly came into my head. "If you're happy and you know it clap your hands, If your happy and you know it clap your hands. If you're happy and you know it than your face will surely show it, if you're happy and you know it, clap your hands! &lt;br /&gt;I was really emotional last night pondering all my blessings. This past year has been very life changing for me. I lost my mom, I have struggled with my marriage, expanded and moved my massage practice, and brought a new life into the world all in a short period of time. I am not a big new years resolution person. I found the past two new years resolutions "Goals" written down recently and they both say the same things. Read my scriptures, exercise, eat better.....the usual. THIS YEAR however, I have decided to simply enjoy life a little more. Take in the small things and breathe through the big. All those who really know me, know that I am a busy body, a control freak, a slight perfectionist, a go getter and pretty dang stubborn. All this said, Having a child with the same characteristics teaches patience. I love Keldon. He has helped me to be more patient, less selfish, happy, and has forced me to take in the little things. &lt;br /&gt;I have had less sleepless nights fretting over stupid uncontrollable things since he has been born. I have laughed more, smiled more, and hugged more than I ever have.&lt;br /&gt;I thank my Heavenly Father everyday for his strong healthy body, and for mine that was able to bring him into this world. Watching my mothers frail body wither away was so humbling to me. I am so thankful for a body that can move, and breathe and become as strong as I want it to be. She mentioned to me several times, that I should be thankful for my body.&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for a husband that loves me and that loves our sweet little boy. Chris has EXPLODED with love. I have never seen a father love and play with his little boy more than my husband. He has been know to wake Keldon up just to snuggle with him. Keldon loves his daddy that is for sure, and I love to watch them play.&lt;br /&gt;When your happy and you know it clap your hands.....This is a true measure of how I am feeling, because when I am happy....I really do clap my hands and at our house....there as been a lot of clapping....even Keldon clapping :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966834837549111751-7671187449783445946?l=mrscainsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7671187449783445946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966834837549111751&amp;postID=7671187449783445946&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/7671187449783445946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/7671187449783445946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/2010/02/if-youre-happy-you-know-it-clap-your.html' title='If you&apos;re Happy &amp; You know it clap your hands'/><author><name>Melanie Cain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SHEI73ypsTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X8H7Qvmt4Qs/S220/IMG_3108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966834837549111751.post-8425744786367913902</id><published>2009-11-01T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T13:35:32.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween &amp; 6 Month Birthday</title><content type='html'>Keldon is 6 months old today. Last night we took him to a Halloween Party and he was a hit. Everybody passed him around and loved on him....he was definitely showing off. He started to sit up really good all last week and last night he was up on all fours for the first time on his own. He was rocking a little and trying to reach out for his bottle, it was super funny. &lt;br /&gt;Chris hates to dress up so I was lucky to get him in a wig..... enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/Su3-Oz78tnI/AAAAAAAAA6k/Ozxxgh-my9A/s1600-h/IMG_0702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/Su3-Oz78tnI/AAAAAAAAA6k/Ozxxgh-my9A/s320/IMG_0702.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399251058700367474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/Su3-OvpxuPI/AAAAAAAAA6c/U1WNcc2Mn2c/s1600-h/IMG_0700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/Su3-OvpxuPI/AAAAAAAAA6c/U1WNcc2Mn2c/s320/IMG_0700.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399251057550407922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/Su3-OWmawXI/AAAAAAAAA6U/Lx_lP_t7FhE/s1600-h/IMG_0692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/Su3-OWmawXI/AAAAAAAAA6U/Lx_lP_t7FhE/s320/IMG_0692.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399251050825433458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/Su3-ONUpKyI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ORgwtwD4UGc/s1600-h/IMG_0694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/Su3-ONUpKyI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ORgwtwD4UGc/s320/IMG_0694.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399251048334961442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/Su3-Ny_zcuI/AAAAAAAAA6E/xXGaOpHwGqc/s1600-h/IMG_0696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/Su3-Ny_zcuI/AAAAAAAAA6E/xXGaOpHwGqc/s320/IMG_0696.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399251041268232930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966834837549111751-8425744786367913902?l=mrscainsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8425744786367913902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966834837549111751&amp;postID=8425744786367913902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/8425744786367913902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/8425744786367913902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-halloween-6-month-birthday.html' title='Happy Halloween &amp; 6 Month Birthday'/><author><name>Melanie Cain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SHEI73ypsTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X8H7Qvmt4Qs/S220/IMG_3108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/Su3-Oz78tnI/AAAAAAAAA6k/Ozxxgh-my9A/s72-c/IMG_0702.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966834837549111751.post-6777348119974376653</id><published>2009-09-30T12:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T12:20:14.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall is here.... and I can tell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SsOvUhMFriI/AAAAAAAAA58/iTDMCzyk-aQ/s1600-h/IMG_0651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SsOvUhMFriI/AAAAAAAAA58/iTDMCzyk-aQ/s320/IMG_0651.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387342346306563618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SsOvUYytVZI/AAAAAAAAA50/MBa-A0j4ETg/s1600-h/IMG_0650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SsOuhLHSBRI/AAAAAAAAA4s/9nfd82_H5Xc/s320/IMG_0638.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387341464207492370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SsOugpPyQWI/AAAAAAAAA4k/aO_gkCgSwVk/s1600-h/IMG_0622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SsOugpPyQWI/AAAAAAAAA4k/aO_gkCgSwVk/s320/IMG_0622.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387341455116353890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SsOugHNcFTI/AAAAAAAAA4c/ybyrwvMhLUM/s1600-h/IMG_0621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SsOugHNcFTI/AAAAAAAAA4c/ybyrwvMhLUM/s320/IMG_0621.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387341445979706674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SsOuf_QwtpI/AAAAAAAAA4U/zcmgQx8F9r8/s1600-h/IMG_0625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SsOuf_QwtpI/AAAAAAAAA4U/zcmgQx8F9r8/s320/IMG_0625.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387341443846157970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SsOufpr4BSI/AAAAAAAAA4M/VnYMTe3yR-k/s1600-h/IMG_0624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SsOufpr4BSI/AAAAAAAAA4M/VnYMTe3yR-k/s320/IMG_0624.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387341438054303010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is officially hot herbal tea and robe time at our house. I am currently sipping some glorious "Throat Ease Tea," while snuggling with a snotty nosed kid, a roll of tp for our running noses, a tv remote that only works half the time and some warm snuggly clothes. We have been sick for about a week. Keldon started getting sick last weekend and then Chris got it. He stayed home Monday from work and I stayed home last night and today. I don't like when clients come in sick, so I try not to go in even if I'm just feeling a tickle. Its not worth it to me to be off work and get everyone else sick. That is what starts the cycle in the first place! I am suppose to be moving the office this weekend and haven't even started. I got word from the painter today that they will be in the next few days. He approved my request for 2 colors because I was wanted an accent wall like I have at my office now. I picked the same colors that are in the office right now because I love them so much. Hopefully everything will come together just right. We go to pick up a washer and dryer today for the office that I got on craigslist. Can't wait to start doing my own linens and save money....ya! Here are some of the latest, "You are so stinkin cute I can't stand it," pics of Keldon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966834837549111751-6777348119974376653?l=mrscainsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6777348119974376653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966834837549111751&amp;postID=6777348119974376653&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/6777348119974376653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/6777348119974376653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/fall-is-here-and-i-can-tell.html' title='Fall is here.... and I can tell'/><author><name>Melanie Cain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SHEI73ypsTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X8H7Qvmt4Qs/S220/IMG_3108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SsOvUhMFriI/AAAAAAAAA58/iTDMCzyk-aQ/s72-c/IMG_0651.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966834837549111751.post-7645271095475520229</id><published>2009-09-25T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T22:38:17.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing her</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/Sr2owZjMhII/AAAAAAAAA4E/ZozQy3-VPDs/s1600-h/Mom_now.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/Sr2owZjMhII/AAAAAAAAA4E/ZozQy3-VPDs/s400/Mom_now.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385646278850675842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I missed my mom. I miss my mom all the time but tonight I missed her a lot. Grey's Anatomy was on last night and George died. All the characters were going through different stages of grief and dealing with things different from each other.Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression &amp; Acceptance It showed all the things that I am way to familiar with at this point. I cried like I always do watching that show. It seems to always have something that makes me think. I was asking myself, am I really okay? I'm I always going to feel empty when I think of her.....gone? I feel okay most of the time because I don't let myself really think about it too much. I find myself looking at her picture but then looking away quickly so I don't think too much. I have been dealing with things pretty well, or so I thought considering that my dad got remarried 6 months after she passed away and that I found out I was pregnant like 3 weeks after with my first baby. I have gotten through a lot but it seems to be getting harder lately. Its like a roller coaster, your good, your not, your good, your not. When does it end? &lt;br /&gt;My mom said she wanted me to have her Bosch Mixer and when my dad got remarried he decided to keep it because his new wife didn't have one. So every time I go out there, and there is the mixer sitting on the counter in a kitchen I don't recognize, with food that is unfamiliar, and smells that are strange to me... I get mad. Mad that she is gone. Mad that I have to accept things and move on. I don't want to find a place for the piano that she also gave me, so my dad can move more crap in the family room. I want it to stay their forever where I always sat and played. She would tell me how talented I was and ask me to play a few more songs. I want to hear her funny fish stories, not from someone who is taking her place. Most of all, I am scared I will forget her. I feel cheated. I am the youngest and had the least amount of time with her. I had the littlest amount of time to get to know her. And the worst part of the whole thing is that I feel this overwhelming pressure to take care of my dad. I feel like I am going to explode sometimes. I want to be supportive, yet I don't want to act fake. I want to care, but I don't want to get sucked in. I want to help, but I don't want to do everything. I feel like I am not allowed to share anything with anyone about her, because she is gone and it hurts everyone to bad to talk about her....to DEAl. I don't want to upset my dad, so I don't bring things up. If I have a happy memory, I feel like I shouldn't share it because it's like I am rubbing it in. Is all so complicated! I took on such a huge role taking care of her and helping her go through the hardest parts of her last days that I was forced to deal with the reality but the reality is that I am still dealing. One day at a time....I'm still missing her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966834837549111751-7645271095475520229?l=mrscainsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7645271095475520229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966834837549111751&amp;postID=7645271095475520229&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/7645271095475520229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/7645271095475520229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/missing-her.html' title='Missing her'/><author><name>Melanie Cain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SHEI73ypsTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X8H7Qvmt4Qs/S220/IMG_3108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/Sr2owZjMhII/AAAAAAAAA4E/ZozQy3-VPDs/s72-c/Mom_now.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966834837549111751.post-5363887951343747783</id><published>2009-09-10T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T11:05:25.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My big ''Little Boy!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;A href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SqkrdlQvT-I/AAAAAAAAA38/wnwCHLZMOvE/s1600-h/IMG_0551.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379879017089290210 style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SqkqYq0XDYI/AAAAAAAAA20/BKqBzr3o_R8/s400/IMG_0584.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966834837549111751-5363887951343747783?l=mrscainsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=cbcb99eab91c69af&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5363887951343747783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966834837549111751&amp;postID=5363887951343747783&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/5363887951343747783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/5363887951343747783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_10.html' title='My big &apos;&apos;Little Boy!&quot;'/><author><name>Melanie Cain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SHEI73ypsTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X8H7Qvmt4Qs/S220/IMG_3108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SqkrdlQvT-I/AAAAAAAAA38/wnwCHLZMOvE/s72-c/IMG_0551.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966834837549111751.post-4064710706506519971</id><published>2009-09-10T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T09:16:55.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SqkmYgQU1rI/AAAAAAAAA2c/e3mOT6IxN3E/s1600-h/IMG_0602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SqkmXRcegiI/AAAAAAAAA2E/z-FI674VlJQ/s400/IMG_0594.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379873411132457506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966834837549111751-4064710706506519971?l=mrscainsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4064710706506519971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966834837549111751&amp;postID=4064710706506519971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/4064710706506519971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/4064710706506519971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie Cain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SHEI73ypsTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X8H7Qvmt4Qs/S220/IMG_3108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SqkmYgQU1rI/AAAAAAAAA2c/e3mOT6IxN3E/s72-c/IMG_0602.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966834837549111751.post-523683854018709661</id><published>2009-09-10T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T09:30:40.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting my blessings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SqkpbogylII/AAAAAAAAA2s/JnOzgGDccZA/s1600-h/IMG_0617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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Over the last couple of weeks I have felt overwhelmed with joy. I have been so happy and have been able to push all my usual crabby, complaining garbage that fills my head to the side and just breathe. I have been trying really hard to not have too many expectations and to let things like the dishes in the sink go. Chris made a comment on Sunday that he has noticed that I have had more patience. In spite of all the stuff going on surrounding my big move next month to the new office, I have taken the time to go camping 2x in the last month and not bring any work stuff along. My sister Sherri made a surprise visit over the weekend, so I spent most of Labor day off playing as well. My friend Heather Mahony from high school lost her little boy on Friday. The news came to me in a text message after I got out of a massage. I was so shocked I didn't know what to think. He was born at 25 weeks and was 1 pound 9 ounces. He was in the ICU for 3 months and after that was allowed to go home and lived a relatively normal life. He had a feeding tube and problems with acid reflux but that was the worst of it. At at 8 months was still smaller than Keldon has a newborn. He would have been 1 on the 1st of September and wasn't even 6 pounds. He died from his lungs collapsing because of a surgery as far as I know. I set up a Memorial fund blog so people could help donated towards Christian's funeral expenses. They don't have insurance and I am sure the state won't pay for a funeral. My sister-in-law Kelly was watching Keldon while I was at work so on the way to get him I was just pondering all my blessings. When I went to pick him up I was trying hard to choke back tears. He is so healthy and happy and sooooooo good. I haven't had any problems that are out of the new mom norm since I had him and my husband has been totally supportive and helpful lately. He is "very advanced for his age," my Pediatrician says. We started him eating solids last week and he has been sleeping through the night for going on 2months. I am so lucky. I can't imagine losing my child. I can't imagine sending him off to surgery's and having faith that he would come back to me okay.I can't imagine planning a funeral and picking out a tiny casket. I can't imagine going to sleep at night without being able to peek in on him like I always to before hand. I can't imagine not being able to snuggle him up after a full belly, a bath and a massage....my absolute favorite. I tell him I love him everyday, and at night when he is sleeping I go into his room and put my hand lightly on his chest to make sure he is breathing. I'm so in love with him! Things aren't always perfect, and life's not always fair but today I am happy to have all I have to bear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966834837549111751-523683854018709661?l=mrscainsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f6bba81f50f21f89&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/523683854018709661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966834837549111751&amp;postID=523683854018709661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/523683854018709661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/523683854018709661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/counting-my-blessings.html' title='Counting my blessings'/><author><name>Melanie Cain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SHEI73ypsTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X8H7Qvmt4Qs/S220/IMG_3108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SqkpbogylII/AAAAAAAAA2s/JnOzgGDccZA/s72-c/IMG_0617.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966834837549111751.post-9045887509315467717</id><published>2009-08-18T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T21:10:34.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Year Ago Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/Sot6xxrnMCI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/i007Qx_T-ng/s1600-h/las+vegas184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/Sot6xxrnMCI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/i007Qx_T-ng/s400/las+vegas184.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371521976137887778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/Sot6xb4C5kI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/NzZqMTHFPqo/s1600-h/IMG_1577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/Sot6xb4C5kI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/NzZqMTHFPqo/s400/IMG_1577.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371521970284455490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/Sot6bd5TE7I/AAAAAAAAA1I/JHStMJ53_Rw/s1600-h/09310014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/Sot6bd5TE7I/AAAAAAAAA1I/JHStMJ53_Rw/s400/09310014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371521592869458866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       A year ago today, I lost one of my best friends....my mom. I laid next to her each day and drank up every moment I could hear her heart still beating. I would listen to her breath while she slept and pray she would keep breathing....stay longer, Don't leave me momma. I have a testimony of the gospel and the atonement of Jesus Christ. I know I will see her again. I have felt her presence since she has been gone, a birthday hug and a few hard moments in labor that I can not deny. However, I still miss her voice and her funny little shake when she stirred up something good. She was a lady who everybody loved, who was always positive, who gave the best advice, made the best baked goods ever, sewed the best quilts and gave the best head rubs. I went to lunch with my dad today and then out the Fred Meyer to pick out some flowers to put on her grave. I couldn't help but hear a little mom voice saying, "Save yourself $2 and get the cheaper ones, they look the same. Don't waste your money on flowers that are just going to die anyway." I said it out loud and dad I both laughed and teared up a little. We picked out a mini red rose bush. I can just hear mom now, "Melanie.... have you seen my roses? They are blooming, you better go out front and see them." I use to cart a pitcher of water from the kitchen through the living room out to the front porch to water moms rose bushes. I loved spring because she would get so excited to see her flowers come up and start blooming. Pretty flowers remind me of my mom, especially well trimmed rose bushes.&lt;br /&gt;      We took some time to clean the cement part of the grave off and wiped the front side clean. I was trying to be all business and choke back my tears when my dad starting sobbing. I couldn't help but stand there so blurred up, I couldn't even see. I didn't know what to do or say. My throat had been in a knot all day and my stomach felt as though someone had kicked me. I just watched him cry helplessly. We hugged and held each other for a long time. He told me how much he missed her and how sometimes when he is alone he just loses it. We talked about going through the motions and how some days are harder than others. I told him I was glad he was my friend. We have come a long way, him and I. I like spending time with him because it makes me feel close to her. I know that things are different now, the house is different, the decorations, the smell... but she is still there sometimes to me. I pull onto Game Farm road and pass the mules in the front pasture and into the drive way with the grass all mowed I go. I can almost smell the cinnamon rolls and hear the sewing machine going. I can see that the freezer is in the process of being defrosted and the floor has just been vacuumed. I see her come through the utility room door from the laundry room, putting a fresh load in and hearing the dryer going while she throws away the lint. A day to visit with mom...Yea!!! No matter how many days go by without her, that is how I will imagine it. It is what keeps me going. I find myself itching to make something I shouldn't eat like chocolate cake, but I try it because that is what my mom would do. I attempted the famous crazy cake she always made for my dad this year on his birthday. I wore her slippers and my little apron and hummed Neil Diamond and Que Serra. I never knew how important all those little things she did would mean to me. No one else is going to eat the jam I made this year besides me, but I made it because that is what you do when you are a mom. You make jam right? Someday, if I try real hard, I might be at least half the mom she was to me. I heard this song 2 days ago....its a tear jerker &lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O8sWwFIFlK8&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966834837549111751-9045887509315467717?l=mrscainsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/9045887509315467717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966834837549111751&amp;postID=9045887509315467717&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/9045887509315467717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/9045887509315467717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/2009/08/year-ago-today.html' title='A Year Ago Today'/><author><name>Melanie Cain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SHEI73ypsTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X8H7Qvmt4Qs/S220/IMG_3108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/Sot6xxrnMCI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/i007Qx_T-ng/s72-c/las+vegas184.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966834837549111751.post-3742042691367640713</id><published>2009-07-20T09:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T11:02:20.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on my Mother</title><content type='html'>Next month marks the anniversary of my moms passing. I am not really looking forward to the emotional reality I will have to face. Lately, my sisters and I have been talking a little about her and trying not to dive too deep because we all know what is coming and that if we can just hold on a little longer and choke back the tears that soon it is all bound to come out. Whenever I think about her, instead of focusing on the bad stuff that happened I am trying hard to remember the good times, before she got sick. It is hard for me not to be bitter because I am the youngest and had the least amount of time to know her. If only I had known huh? I think back to all the struggles I caused her high school because I was such a brat. I took advantage of the amazing mom I had. I think that is why I was so close to her when I moved back home after massage school. I wanted to make up for lost time in a way. When she was sick, I felt this obligation to be there all the time. She always told me to go home and take care of my husband and that he was my first priority now but when I went out there I felt like I was already home and I didn't want to leave her.  When I would go home at night I would crawl in bed and snuggle with Chris and just bawl and tell him how much I love him and tell him sorry I wasn't perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It was hard for me to see her sick and not be able to do the things she wanted. I bundled her up in a winter coat and hat in the spring so she could sit outside for a few minutes and see the flowers and hear the birds singing. I liked to sit with her and talk to her about her life growing up. She didn't like to dwell on the past and hated negativity. However, I got her to talk to me a couple of times about her childhood. I brought out my laptop and typed while she talked and learned some things I didn't know about her. After she passed away, I typed her journal and gave a copy to all of my siblings as  part of Christmas package. It has almost been a year and my memories of her already seem to be fading. It makes me sad as I talk to my sisters about her because we all want to remember her but it's hard to talk about things without completely losing it so it is easier to not deal with it.  I took the last month of her life off of work to be able to help her as much as possible. I dealt with things pretty well emotionally I thought and pulled it together enough to write her obituary and speak at her funeral but sometimes I still feel like her baby lost in the store, calling for he, but not hearing her voice. I miss her. I want her to hold my baby and tell me how cute he is. I want to can peaches and pears with her and pick green beans in the garden for dinner. I want to snuggle on the couch and watch a lifetime movie and cry the afternoon away while she rubs my head and tells me how pretty I am.  I want to live my life better everyday so that I am worthy to be in the place that she is right now. Don't take the people in your life for granted. Love them, but more importantly treat them like you love them. Say your sorry and ask for forgiveness when you have offended them. When you have one of those days that is the BEST DAY EVER or a memory that puts a smile on your face....write it down. Last night I couldn't sleep and Keldon was in bed asleep but I knew if I woke him up he would eat and I would be able to sleep in in the morning. Lately I have been going through the mommy motions and being sort of annoyed that I have to stop what I am doing to feed him and have basically been selfish with my time. I took him out of his crib and rocked with him and kissed him all over and told him how much I loved him. My mom told me once, " You think you love your husband and you do, but just wait till you have a baby. You will love that baby more than anything in the world. There is nothing like your first baby." So I snuggled with him and cried and just soaked up the moment. I can sleep later, he is only this small on this day.... once. I thought about what I would regret if he was gone tomorrow and that was spending time with him. I held him even longer until I couldn't stay awake any longer and put him back in bed. I got in my own bed and then after a few minutes got back up and went in to watch him sleep for a minute. I use to do this with my mom when she was sick. Soak up the memories....and write them down. That is my challenge to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed this story a little&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love You Forever&lt;/span&gt; by Robert Munsch &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A mother held her new baby and very slowly rocked her back and forth, back and forth,   back and forth. And while she held her, she sang: &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'll love you forever,&lt;br /&gt;I'll like you for always,&lt;br /&gt;As long as I'm living&lt;br /&gt;my baby you'll be. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The baby grew. She grew and she grew and she grew. She grew until she was two years old, and she ran all around the house. She pulled all the books off the shelves. She pulled all the   food out of the refrigerator and She took her mother's watch and flushed it down the   toilet. Sometimes her mother would say, "this kid is driving me CRAZY!" &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But at night time, when that two-year-old was quiet, she opened the door to her room,   crawled across the floor, looked up over the side of her bed; and if she was really asleep   she picked her up and rocked her back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. While she   rocked her she sang: &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'll love you forever,&lt;br /&gt;I'll like you for always,&lt;br /&gt;As long as I'm living&lt;br /&gt;my baby you'll be. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The little girl grew. She grew and she grew and she grew. She grew until she was nine years   old. And she never wanted to come in for dinner, she never wanted to take a bath, and when   grandma visited she always said bad words. Sometimes her mother wanted to sell her to the   zoo! &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But at night time, when she was asleep, the mother quietly opened the door to her room,   crawled across the floor and looked up over the side of the bed. If she was really asleep,   she picked up that nine-year-old girl and rocked her back and forth, back and forth, back   and forth. And while she rocked her she sang: &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'll love you forever,&lt;br /&gt;I'll like you for always,&lt;br /&gt;As long as I'm living&lt;br /&gt;my baby you'll be. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The girl grew. She grew and she grew and she grew. She grew until she was a teenager. She had   strange friends and she wore strange clothes and she listened to strange music. Sometimes   the mother felt like she was in a zoo! &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But at night time, when that teenager was asleep, the mother opened the door to her   room, crawled across the floor and looked up over the side of the bed. If she was really   asleep she picked up that great big girl and rocked her back and forth, back and forth,   back and forth. While she rocked her she sang: &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'll love you forever,&lt;br /&gt;I'll like you for always,&lt;br /&gt;As long as I'm living&lt;br /&gt;my baby you'll be. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;That teenager grew. She grew and she grew and she grew. She grew until she was a grown-up   woman. She left home and got a house across town. But sometimes on dark nights the mother got   into her car and drove across town.  If all the lights in her daughter's house were out,   she opened her bedroom window, crawled across the floor, and looked up over the side of   her bed. If that great big woman was really asleep she picked her up and rocked her back and   forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while she rocked her she sang: &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'll love you forever,&lt;br /&gt;I'll like you for always,&lt;br /&gt;As long as I'm living&lt;br /&gt;my baby you'll be. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well, that mother, she got older. She got older and older and older. One day she called   up her daughter and said, "You'd better come see me because I'm very old and sick."   So her daughter came to see her. When he came in the door she tried to sing the song. She sang:   &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'll love you forever,&lt;br /&gt;I'll like you for always... &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But she couldn't finish because she was too old and sick. The daughter went to her mother.   She picked her up and rocked her back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. she   sang this song: &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'll love you forever,&lt;br /&gt;I'll like you for always,&lt;br /&gt;As long as I'm living&lt;br /&gt;my Mommy you'll be. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;When the daughter came home that night, she stood for a long time at the top of the stairs.   Then she went into the room where her very new baby boy was sleeping.She picked him up   in her arms and very slowly rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And   while she rocked him she sang: &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'll love you forever,&lt;br /&gt;I'll like you for always,&lt;br /&gt;As long as I'm living&lt;br /&gt;my baby you'll be.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SmSs-DRO57I/AAAAAAAAA04/ABh255kN19M/s1600-h/IMG_0180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SmSs-DRO57I/AAAAAAAAA04/ABh255kN19M/s320/IMG_0180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360599638507186098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Mom I will love you forever, I miss you always,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;as long as I'm living my Mommy you'll be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SmSpi-pHFPI/AAAAAAAAA0w/nGNPRkRaOzo/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SmSpi-pHFPI/AAAAAAAAA0w/nGNPRkRaOzo/s320/Imported+Photos+00083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360595874873808114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966834837549111751-3742042691367640713?l=mrscainsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3742042691367640713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966834837549111751&amp;postID=3742042691367640713&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/3742042691367640713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/3742042691367640713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/2009/07/thoughts-on-my-mother.html' title='Thoughts on my Mother'/><author><name>Melanie Cain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SHEI73ypsTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X8H7Qvmt4Qs/S220/IMG_3108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SmSs-DRO57I/AAAAAAAAA04/ABh255kN19M/s72-c/IMG_0180.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966834837549111751.post-740180967032261186</id><published>2009-07-12T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T22:24:39.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Camp Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SlrE3j_MwqI/AAAAAAAAA0g/COSsQ5jLsUE/s1600-h/IMG_0463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SlrEe-kYfiI/AAAAAAAAA0I/uX2TGZ5H9Uk/s320/IMG_0456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357810743181344290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SlrEev02R7I/AAAAAAAAA0A/yxvUVzTMXjA/s1600-h/IMG_0451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SlrEev02R7I/AAAAAAAAA0A/yxvUVzTMXjA/s320/IMG_0451.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357810739223873458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SlrEeddyq5I/AAAAAAAAAz4/HW67kH2029w/s1600-h/IMG_0449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SlrEeddyq5I/AAAAAAAAAz4/HW67kH2029w/s320/IMG_0449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357810734295329682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SlrEdD7Dp4I/AAAAAAAAAzw/yogt7Q8frk8/s1600-h/IMG_0447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SlrEdD7Dp4I/AAAAAAAAAzw/yogt7Q8frk8/s320/IMG_0447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357810710258886530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SlrEc_j9wgI/AAAAAAAAAzo/uHG9SqfQdxE/s1600-h/IMG_0438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SlrEc_j9wgI/AAAAAAAAAzo/uHG9SqfQdxE/s320/IMG_0438.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357810709088289282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some friends of ours invited us to go camping this weekend. We went out to Fishook which is only about a half hour from our house just past Burbank. I was going back and forth, trying to make a decision whether or not I wanted to try and bring a 2 month old camping.  We left with the boat and all on Friday afternoon and came home late Saturday night. Keldon did super good. I was even brave enough to take him on a little boat ride. I strapped him in a little front carrier with a light blanket over him and a hat. He slept through most of it and only fussed for a little when the boat would stop. I brought his little bouncer chair and he hung out in that around the camp and slept in it in the tent all bundled up. He slept from about 10:30 pm to 4:30 am and then got up to eat and then back to sleep till about 8. Everyone was commenting on how cute he was and how relaxed and happy, it made me feel good. I fall in love with him even more every day. I love being a mom, especially the mom of a studly little camping man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966834837549111751-740180967032261186?l=mrscainsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/740180967032261186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966834837549111751&amp;postID=740180967032261186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/740180967032261186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/740180967032261186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/2009/07/family-camp-out.html' title='Family Camp Out'/><author><name>Melanie Cain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SHEI73ypsTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X8H7Qvmt4Qs/S220/IMG_3108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SlrE3j_MwqI/AAAAAAAAA0g/COSsQ5jLsUE/s72-c/IMG_0463.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966834837549111751.post-672047766031060532</id><published>2009-07-09T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T12:28:16.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keldon is 2 months old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SlZD5EVq7KI/AAAAAAAAAzg/XYQXSUhtRMo/s1600-h/6-27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356543454500023458" style="FLOAT: left; 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I took him in for his 2 month well check yesterday and he weighs 13lbs ad is 23 1/4 inches long. He got 3 shots and an oral vaccine. I gave him tylenol before we went in and he cried for about 10 minutes. I went to Target aftwards and he slept through that and was hungry by the time we got home. He was fussy off and on throughout the evening but at 9 :00 I put him to bed and he slept until 4:30 this morning. Got up and ate and when back to bed at 5 woke up at 8, ate and went back to sleep around 9:30 and slept until 12:00. I am so spoiled. This is his usual sleep and eating schedule. I love it! Chris has been staying home with him while I work. It is fun to see those two snuggle and hang out. Keldon is a lot more smiley and vocal now and loves to hear the word FUNNY. If you use it in a sentence he always smiles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966834837549111751-672047766031060532?l=mrscainsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/672047766031060532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966834837549111751&amp;postID=672047766031060532&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/672047766031060532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/672047766031060532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/2009/07/keldon-is-2-months-old.html' title='Keldon is 2 months old!'/><author><name>Melanie Cain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SHEI73ypsTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X8H7Qvmt4Qs/S220/IMG_3108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SlZD5EVq7KI/AAAAAAAAAzg/XYQXSUhtRMo/s72-c/6-27.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966834837549111751.post-3612801928778762299</id><published>2009-07-09T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T11:46:57.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fathers Day</title><content type='html'>I had to post this because I want to remember it 10 years from now. I wanted to do something special for my dad for Fathers Day. Since my mom has been gone, we have all missed her great cooking and baked treats soooo much. My dad loved her pies and I have wanted to start trying to master the mom touch but haven't really had the desire to practice. My husband isn't much into sweets and after having a baby I SHOULDN'T be either. I decided to try to make a Coconut Cream Pie for dad using my mom's recipe. Keeping in mind that frustration comes from unmet expectations. I expected it would be a little hard but not as hard as it turned out to be. A week before Fathers Day I made a list of ingredients I needed that I didn't already have and took of to Winco with my little list. When I started to make the crust I found that my flour was a little old since I never really bake. I opened some new flour that I had in storage which was whole wheat from when I was on one of my health kicks and used that for the first go around. First try----FAILED. 2nd try with old flour instead----FAILED, 3rd try is a charm right? ----FAILED, 4th and final try, used the last bit of flour and didn't have enough to cover the counter, the crust was pretty close to usable and then it stuck to the blasted counter! ------FAILED. I took pictures because I know that someday when I can make a decent pie crust I will laugh at this silly post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem with all of this was that it was Sunday so I wasn't going to break the sabbath to get more flour and I had to be somewhere is 4 hours. I swallowed my CARVER bred pride and called my Step Mom. I explained my failed attempts to make a decent pie crust and asked her if I could come over and have her watch me do one and give advice where needed but not to tell my dad because I wanted it to be a surprise. I left the house still in my church clothes, apron and slippers (my mom always baked that way on Sunday afternoons and I was wearing her slippers for good luck). As I pulled up to my dads house I had a lump in my throat. I wanted to so bad to make a mom worthy pie for him. I guess in honor of my mom and because I wanted him to be proud of me. I expected him to be inside and I was going to tell him I was going to bake him a fresh pie but instead he was standing on the back porch when I came around the corner. I started crying as soon as I saw him and blabbered the whole story through my sobbing confessing my desire to impress him and how much I missed my sweet momma. It was just a little more than I could handle. I don't know why I get in over my head so much. Long story short, I made a good crust the first time, got some good pie making advice, was given  my moms pie crust recipe that no one has ever actually had but my step mom Sharron had found on the computer and made my first ever batch of meringue. I have never made a pie from start to finish all by myself. Sharron taught my a different way to do the crust, which was definitely different but it all worked out. I had a good cry with my dad and reached my goal. To make a marvelous loved filled Chris Caver worthy pie. 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SlY5UcgjN_I/AAAAAAAAAxI/yaK2WYQg5cs/s320/IMG_0366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966834837549111751-3612801928778762299?l=mrscainsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3612801928778762299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966834837549111751&amp;postID=3612801928778762299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/3612801928778762299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/3612801928778762299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/2009/07/fathers-day.html' title='Fathers Day'/><author><name>Melanie Cain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SHEI73ypsTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X8H7Qvmt4Qs/S220/IMG_3108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SlY5TqzFaXI/AAAAAAAAAw4/vdVw3HtWNf0/s72-c/IMG_0359.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966834837549111751.post-9025701403238185544</id><published>2009-06-30T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T09:02:22.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to work</title><content type='html'>It's official. I AM BACK TO WORK! It has been a little crazy I will have to say. Trying to get myself ready, Keldon ready and then go out of my way to take him wherever he needs to go so someone can watch him is a chore in itself. Then to have to muster enough energy to give a few decent massages is a almost more than I can handle. I am starting to realize that I was a bit of a super woman before I had him and now I will have to settle with being an average woman. Not to say average is bad just that I can't expect to be super woman anymore, although I do have to admit that I am trying. We went to a Mexican fiesta the other night that our friend had at his house and we took Keldon with us. We were outside the whole time and he just hung out with us until about midnight and the night before we had movie night with our friends until 1:00am. When we got home I woke him up and fed him and then he slept all night long. Chris and I have always been night owls so it probably isn't that big of a surprise. I will have to tame it down a little though now that I am back to work. I have to conserve every little bit of strength that I have or else when I get home I feel like I got hit with a mack truck. I am trying to work a couple of hours at night. I am going to start out slow for the summer. Chris can be home by 4 some days so I am doing a 5pm and a 6:30 Monday, Tuesday and Thursday and then a couple in the mornings on Wednesday and Friday when I have someone to watch Keldon. I have a couple more girls in my office renting and sharing space...4 girls, 2 rooms which has been interesting to say the least. I am hoping to work on building the business more and focus on marketing and introducing some more retail products to increase cash flow. As much as I love insurance, it would sure be nice to have more clients willing to just pay cash.&lt;br /&gt;   My new goal this month is to save more money than I did last month. With the state helping out with Keldon's insurance, formula and a small amount of groceries, I figure I am saving about 300 a month. I am clipping coupons for the regular things we buy and I am committing to buy only what we need at the store instead or what sounds good or the occasional treat that I shouldn't be eating post baby body anyway. Working out is another goal I would like to get to but then reality hits and with an average of 4 hours of sleep and two month old, doing massages and trying to run a business it doesn't seem like a priority right now. I will just wear the one pair of jeans that I can fit into until all the threads break down and I am forced to lose 2 more sizes and get back into the old ones. You laugh but it is so true. Turbo Jam... I haven't forgotten you, we will bond one day.....SOON!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966834837549111751-9025701403238185544?l=mrscainsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/9025701403238185544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966834837549111751&amp;postID=9025701403238185544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/9025701403238185544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/9025701403238185544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/2009/06/back-to-work.html' title='Back to work'/><author><name>Melanie Cain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SHEI73ypsTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X8H7Qvmt4Qs/S220/IMG_3108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966834837549111751.post-9197992125551859603</id><published>2009-06-19T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T14:29:26.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Five: Love is not rude</title><content type='html'>Nothing irritates others as quickly as being rude. Rudeness is unnecessarily saying or doing things that are unpleasant for another person to be around. To be rude it to act unbecoming, embarrassing, or irritating. In marriage, this could be a foul mouth, poor table manners or a habit of making sarcastic quips. However you look at it, no one enjoys being around a rude person. Rude behavior may seem insignificant to the person doing tit, but it's unpleasant to those on the receiving end.&lt;br /&gt;  Do you wish your spouse would quit doing the things that bother you? Then it's time to stop doing the things that bother them. Will you be thoughtful and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;loving&lt;/span&gt; enough to discover and avoid the behavior that causes life to be unpleasant for your mate? Will you dare to be delightful?&lt;br /&gt;1. Guard the Golden Rule. Treat your mate the same way you want to be treated.&lt;br /&gt;2. No double standards. Be as considerate to your spouse as you are to strangers and coworkers.&lt;br /&gt;3 Honor requests. Consider that your husband or wife already asked you to do or not to do. If in doubt, then ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today's Dare&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: ASK YOUR SPOUSE TO TELL YOU THREE THINGS THAT CAUSE HIM OR HER TO BE UNCOMFORTABLE OR IRRITATED WITH YOU. YOU MUST DO SO WITHOUT ATTACKING OR JUSTIFYING YOUR BEHAVIOR. THIS IS FROM THEIR PERSPECTIVE ONLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What things did your spouse point out about you that need your attention? How did you handle hearing it? What do you plan to do to improve these areas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966834837549111751-9197992125551859603?l=mrscainsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/9197992125551859603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966834837549111751&amp;postID=9197992125551859603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/9197992125551859603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/9197992125551859603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-five-love-is-not-rude.html' title='Day Five: Love is not rude'/><author><name>Melanie Cain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SHEI73ypsTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X8H7Qvmt4Qs/S220/IMG_3108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966834837549111751.post-7396412892934449837</id><published>2009-06-18T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T13:15:40.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shootin 22's</title><content type='html'>Chris and I have been working on "Dating," again. This month seems to be outdoor themed. My date (a couple weeks ago) was going to the batting cages and out to Red Lobster for dinner. Chris was really surprised. He kind of laughed and then told me it was a cool idea. We had fun and we were both a little sore the next day actually. Chris has never been to Red Lobster before. He ordered the big plate and was excited for the fancy lobster tail. He didn't know how to eat it but he managed. His mom stayed at the house and watched Keldon for us. Soooo nice to get out.&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday we went out to Finley and left Keldon at my dads house while we took off to Hover for some 22 shootin. I was sort of nervous but liked it. I felt bad because Chris went to all the work to get stuff ready and I think he was excited but I was kind of a bum. I had a super bad headache and trying to focus with the scope made my brain hurt. We brought our binoculars and watched each other try and hit different targets. It would probably have helped if our guns were sited in. I am itching for a 22 pistol now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SjqgJaJM2hI/AAAAAAAAAwo/2CL7RTRnrfc/s1600-h/IMG_0329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348763590953064978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SjqgJaJM2hI/AAAAAAAAAwo/2CL7RTRnrfc/s320/IMG_0329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SjqgJPuiCTI/AAAAAAAAAwg/hZXmYI07KOw/s1600-h/IMG_0328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348763588156852530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SjqgJPuiCTI/AAAAAAAAAwg/hZXmYI07KOw/s320/IMG_0328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SjqgI35k7mI/AAAAAAAAAwY/L6MmwBjcxlU/s1600-h/IMG_0327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348763581760728674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SjqgI35k7mI/AAAAAAAAAwY/L6MmwBjcxlU/s320/IMG_0327.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SjqgIjWKsOI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/yQdhRBOIn9s/s1600-h/IMG_0326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348763576243499234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SjqgIjWKsOI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/yQdhRBOIn9s/s320/IMG_0326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SjqgIDBewcI/AAAAAAAAAwI/b9glZaRNuK0/s1600-h/IMG_0311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348763567566799298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SjqgIDBewcI/AAAAAAAAAwI/b9glZaRNuK0/s320/IMG_0311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966834837549111751-7396412892934449837?l=mrscainsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7396412892934449837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966834837549111751&amp;postID=7396412892934449837&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/7396412892934449837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/7396412892934449837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/2009/06/shootin-22s.html' title='Shootin 22&apos;s'/><author><name>Melanie Cain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SHEI73ypsTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X8H7Qvmt4Qs/S220/IMG_3108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SjqgJaJM2hI/AAAAAAAAAwo/2CL7RTRnrfc/s72-c/IMG_0329.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966834837549111751.post-5286365527614006073</id><published>2009-06-18T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T09:30:33.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye Breastfeeding....Hello Bottle</title><content type='html'>I have officially given up breastfeeding. Keldon was eating anywhere from and hour to two hours and still needing topped off. At first he we were doing good and then after a growth spurt I think my body never caught up. I was getting frustrated because I wasn't getting any sleep, and when I had to give him a bottle my milk supply was getting messed up and in the mean time everything was stressing me out. I have always been the kind of person that would "definitely breastfeed no matter what." Well, I told myself each week to try and make it another week and my goal was to make it at least 6 weeks. It has been nice to have more freedom and he is definitely happier.I can leave him with someone and actually feel relaxed that I don't need to run to him every time my milk lets down. It is bitter sweet though, the whole trading breastfeeding for bottle. I miss it actually. I love having him snuggled up close to me and looking at him. Now that we are giving him a bottle and he still takes an hour to an hour and half to eat, I can't believe I made it as far as I did. He seems to have his dad's temperament, easy going and in no rush at all. While it is an admirable quality..... it's quite annoying to a new mommy trying to learn and master the art of Patience and breastfeeding at 3 a.m. Keldon weighed 10 lbs 14 oz this week and is getting so big. Everybody tells you they grow fast and you know it is true but it doesn't really hit you until you go from newborn diapers to size 1 or when his newborn clothes only fit him if you stretch the necks out and pull them up over their shoulders to fit. Another good sign that they are growing is when your arm goes asleep feeding them. He is so stinkin cute. He is starting to smile and and has a little laugh I have heard a few times. I have been at my sister's house a few times in the past couple weeks and it is so fun to see her kids interact with the baby. They call him BABY KELDON and eagerly wash their hands so they can be next to hold him. A while back, the kids were all examining baby's hands and feet and commenting on all his little fingernails and so on. The oldest girl Whitney said, " Mom.... how come Keldon's toes are all mixed up?" We cracked up over that. His left foot has a couple funny toes. One overlaps the other and is kind of crooked looking. Chris keeps freaking out that they are going to stay that way and has made a couple suggestions of correcting them, all in which I am totally opposed to. They are just fine the way they are, mixed up or not!! Here are some of the latest pictures. Be sure to check out the toes and don't mind the flaky feet. Keldon always falls asleep in the car and always has his feet stuck out at the end of his car seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SjprA-W3f7I/AAAAAAAAAwA/duAclzw4HKc/s1600-h/IMG_0346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348705171938967474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SjprA-W3f7I/AAAAAAAAAwA/duAclzw4HKc/s320/IMG_0346.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SjprAS1HfnI/AAAAAAAAAv4/QYkUozvi3pM/s1600-h/IMG_0344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348705160254684786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SjprAS1HfnI/AAAAAAAAAv4/QYkUozvi3pM/s320/IMG_0344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SjppyTeDKZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/X-dOQgdXYi4/s1600-h/IMG_0342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348703820396571026" style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SjpoFS6jIAI/AAAAAAAAAuw/I7Pa2c_TcSM/s400/IMG_0302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SjpoFN_yz6I/AAAAAAAAAuo/QI03-E18_gU/s1600-h/IMG_0299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348701946321751970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SjpoFN_yz6I/AAAAAAAAAuo/QI03-E18_gU/s400/IMG_0299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966834837549111751-5286365527614006073?l=mrscainsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5286365527614006073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966834837549111751&amp;postID=5286365527614006073&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/5286365527614006073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/5286365527614006073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/2009/06/bye-bye-breastfeedinghello-bottle.html' title='Bye Bye Breastfeeding....Hello Bottle'/><author><name>Melanie Cain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SHEI73ypsTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X8H7Qvmt4Qs/S220/IMG_3108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SjprA-W3f7I/AAAAAAAAAwA/duAclzw4HKc/s72-c/IMG_0346.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966834837549111751.post-8959313322818653701</id><published>2009-06-14T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T08:56:12.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Four: Love is Thoughtful</title><content type='html'>Love thinks. It's not a mindless feeling that rides on waves of emotion and falls asleep mentally. It keeps busy in thought, knowing that loving thoughts precede loving actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAYS DARE: CONTACT YOUR SPOUSE SOMETIME DURING THE BUSINESS OF THE DAY. HAVE NO AGENDA OTHER THAN ASKING HOW HE OR SHE IS DOING AND IF THERE IS ANYTHING YOU COULD DO FOR THEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you learn about yourself or your spouse by doing this today? How could this become a more natural, routine, and genuinely helpful part of your lifestyle?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966834837549111751-8959313322818653701?l=mrscainsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8959313322818653701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966834837549111751&amp;postID=8959313322818653701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/8959313322818653701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/8959313322818653701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-four-love-is-thoughtful.html' title='Day Four: Love is Thoughtful'/><author><name>Melanie Cain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SHEI73ypsTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X8H7Qvmt4Qs/S220/IMG_3108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966834837549111751.post-2205965389898212098</id><published>2009-06-13T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T08:12:04.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is not Selfish</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Day 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Devoted to each other in love; giver preference to one another in honor. --Romans 12:10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Todays Dare: Whatever you put your time , energy, and money into will become important to you. It's hard to care for something you are not investing in. Along with restraining from negative comments, buy your spouse something today that says, "I was thinking of you today."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you choose to give your spouse? What happend when you gave it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966834837549111751-2205965389898212098?l=mrscainsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2205965389898212098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966834837549111751&amp;postID=2205965389898212098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/2205965389898212098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/2205965389898212098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-is-not-selfish.html' title='Love is not Selfish'/><author><name>Melanie Cain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SHEI73ypsTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X8H7Qvmt4Qs/S220/IMG_3108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966834837549111751.post-6505848659528906523</id><published>2009-06-12T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T09:35:45.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Two: Love is Kind</title><content type='html'>Kindness is love in action. If patience is how love reacts in order to minimize a negative circumstance, kindness is how lover &lt;em&gt;acts &lt;/em&gt;to maximize a positive circumstance. Patience avoids a problem; kindness creates a blessing. One is preventive, the other provocative. These tow sides of love are the cornerstones on which many of the other attributes we will discuss are built. Love makes you kind. And kindness makes you likable. When you're kind, people want to be around you. They see you as being good&lt;em&gt; to&lt;/em&gt; them and good&lt;em&gt; for&lt;/em&gt; them. Four ingredients to kindness: Gentleness, Helpfulness, Willingness, and Initiative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Dare: IN ADDITION TO SAYING NOTHING NEGATIVE TO YOUR SPOUSE AGAIN TODAY, DO AT LEAST ONE UNEXPECTED GESTURE AS AN ACT OF KINDNESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What discoveries about love did you make today? What specifically did you do in this dare? How did you show kindness?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966834837549111751-6505848659528906523?l=mrscainsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6505848659528906523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966834837549111751&amp;postID=6505848659528906523&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/6505848659528906523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/6505848659528906523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-two-love-is-kind.html' title='Day Two: Love is Kind'/><author><name>Melanie Cain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SHEI73ypsTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X8H7Qvmt4Qs/S220/IMG_3108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966834837549111751.post-8898069871682571429</id><published>2009-06-11T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T14:09:18.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FIREPROFF YOUR MARRIAGE WITH THE LOVE DARE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SjFyYoWdaUI/AAAAAAAAAug/DMgSi5Kuq9M/s1600-h/FireProof.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346180000139536706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SjFyYoWdaUI/AAAAAAAAAug/DMgSi5Kuq9M/s400/FireProof.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966834837549111751-8898069871682571429?l=mrscainsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8898069871682571429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966834837549111751&amp;postID=8898069871682571429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/8898069871682571429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/8898069871682571429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/2009/06/fireproff-your-marriage-with-love-dare.html' title='FIREPROFF YOUR MARRIAGE WITH THE LOVE DARE'/><author><name>Melanie Cain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SHEI73ypsTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X8H7Qvmt4Qs/S220/IMG_3108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SjFyYoWdaUI/AAAAAAAAAug/DMgSi5Kuq9M/s72-c/FireProof.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966834837549111751.post-7874879643892356358</id><published>2009-06-11T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T14:04:30.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Love Dare</title><content type='html'>I have been struggling for a while to be truly happy with myself and with my marriage. I am not one to blog about really personal things and I don't like my true feelings exposed but I think it is important to share because no one's marriage is perfect and anyone else that feels this way should get on board with what I am about to share. Our bishop challenged my husband and I to watch the movie fireproof a while back. It is a pretty corny (horrible acting) christian movie about a couple who's marriage is hanging on a thread and they fix it with this &lt;strong&gt;LOVE DARE  &lt;/strong&gt;the husbands father gives him&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;  The movie is paired with a Love Dare bible study and the Love Dare Book. In the movie, the husband takes this dare which is 40 days long and each day has a different step to practice unconditional love. Yesterday I was out shopping and I saw this book, and desperate for a change decided to buy the book. I read the back..... "The LOVE DARE is a 40 day challenge for husbands and wives to understand and practice unconditional love. Whether your marriage is hanging by a thread or healthy and strong, The LOVE DARE is a journey you need to take. It's time to learn the keys to finding true intimacy and developing a dynamic marriage. Take the Dare." When my husband got home I told him I bought him a book today and set it on the couch. Later I noticed him thumbing through it and I know he remembers it from the movie. Last night during a late feeding with Keldon I opened the book and started to read the intro and the Day One's love dare. I started to cry. I NEED TO TAKE THIS DARE What if I did it as well as him? Wouldn't that be twice as much unconditional love? Even if he doesn't get on board I know that my effort to be more loving won't hurt anyone and may even be enough to make all the difference in the world. &lt;br /&gt;"Unconditional Love is eagerly promised at weddings, but rarely practiced in real life. As a result, romantic hopes are often replaced with disappointment in the home."  This is where I am right now. Since I have had Keldon, I have realized how mundane my life has become over the last few years, especially in my marriage. I am constantly nagging at my husband to be better and do this and do that and getting frustrated when I don't get the results I want, all the while becoming crusty and cynical and hard to be around. I am a very needy person. I hate to be alone and always have to have something going on or I swear I will die of boredom..... but I rarely go out and do something. I admit that I am some what of a hermit because I am scared of failure and I have become self conscience about stupid things. I am whiny and have the tendency to complain about anything I feel like isn't just the way I think it should be. This all presents a very big problem.............and unhappy home, and and unhappy husband. As much as I hate to admit it, if momma ain't happy ain't nobody happy. I have always hated this saying because it puts so much pressure on us as women. My attitude has always been, " That is not fair!" When things go wrong in my house and when I can't constantly be miss peppy happy go lucky optimistic, I feel like everything is going to fall apart because I'm not holding it together. You can't change anyone besides yourself, not your husband and not your children. All you can do is worry about yourself and do the best you can be. That is the hardest concept I have ever had to learn. I have struggled with it my entire life. My mother was the best example of selflessness and charity I have ever known. She wrote me a letter before she died and in it she wrote, "Let your husband know how much you love him everyday in some small way. Try to overlook his faults and compliment him on his good traits. Be the best you can be but don't criticize him. Let him see your example."  She also always told me "Just love him Melanie, just love him." That is the secret. This concept held my parents marriage together for almost 45 years. My mother was a saint and that is what I need to work to be. Less critical, more forgiving, more loving, less selfless and more charitable. When I got married I made a promise to be there  for better and for worse.&lt;br /&gt;I am crazy for taking the time to type this but I want to share a little to get you into this book--&lt;br /&gt;The opening page reads:&lt;br /&gt;Receive this as a warning. This forty day journey cannot be taken lightly. It is a challenging and often difficult process, but an incredibly fulfilling one. To take this dare requires a resolute mind and steadfast determination. It is not meant to be sampled or briefly tested, and those who quit early will forfeit the greatest benefits. If you will commit to a day at a time for forty days, the results could change your life and your marriage. Consider it a dare, from others you have done it before you. The scriptures say that God designed and created marriage as a good thing. It is a beautiful and priceless gift. He used marriage to help us eliminated loneliness, multiply effectiveness, establish families, raise children, enjoy life, and bless us with relational intimacy. But beyond this, marriage also shoes us our need to grow and deal with our own issues and self-centerdness through the help of a lifelong partner. If we are teachable, we will learn to do this one thing that is most important in marriage---to love. This powerful union provides the path for you to learn how to love another imperfect person unconditionally. It is wonderful. It is difficult. It is life challenging.&lt;br /&gt;   This book is about love. It's about learning and daring to live a life filled with loving relationships. And this journey begins with the person who is closest to you: your spouse. May God bless you as you being this adventure. But be sure of this: it will take courage. If you accept this dare, you must take the view that instead of &lt;em&gt;following &lt;/em&gt;your heart, you are choosing to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lead &lt;/em&gt;it. The world says to follow your heart, but if you are not leading it, then someone or something else is. The Bible says, "the heart is more deceitful than all else." (Jeremiah 17:9) and it Will always pursue that which feels right at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;We dare you to think differently---choosing instead to &lt;em&gt;lead your heart &lt;/em&gt;toward that which is the best in the long run. This is the key to lasting, fulfilling relationships.&lt;br /&gt;  The Love Dare journey is not a process of trying to change your spouse to be the person you want them to be. You've no doubt already discovered that efforts to change your husband or wife have ended in failure and frustration. Rather, this is a journey of exploring and demonstrating genuine love,  even when your desire is dry and your motives are low. The truth is, love is a decision and not just a feeling. It is selfless, sacrificial, transformational. And when love is truly demonstrated as it was intended, your relationship is more likely to change for the better. Each day of this journey will containing three very important elements: First, a unique aspect of love will be discussed. Read each one of these carefully and be open to a new understanding of what it means to genuinely love someone. Second, you will be given a specific dare to do for your spouse. Some will be easy and some very challenging. But take each dare seriously , and be creative and courageous enough to attempt it. Don't be discouraged if outside situations prevent you from accomplishing a specific dare. Just pick back up as soon as you can and proceed with the journey. Last, you will be given journal space to log what you are learning and doing an d how your spouse is responding. It is important that you take advantage of this space to capture what is happening to both you and your mate along the way. These notes will record your progress and should become priceless to you in the future. Remember you have the responsibility to guide your heart. Don't give up and don't get discouraged. Resolve to lead your heart and to make it through to the end. Learning to truly love is one of the most important things you will ever do.&lt;br /&gt; Now these three things remain: Faith, Hope and Love,  But the greatest of these is Love . 1 Corinthians 13:13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAY ONE&lt;/strong&gt;---LOVE IS PATIENT ---- Be completely humble and gentle; be patient, bearing with one another in love---Ephesians 4:2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Love works. It is life's most powerful motivator and has far greater depth and meaning than most people realize. It always does what is best for others and can empower us to face the greatest of problems. We are born with a lifelong thirst for love. Our hearts desperately need it like our lungs need oxygen. Love changes our motivation for living. Relationships become more  meaningful with it. No marriage is successful without it. Love is built on two pillars that best define what it is. Those pillars are &lt;em&gt;patience and kindness.&lt;/em&gt; All other characteristics of love are extensions of these two attributes. Ant that's where your dare with begin. With &lt;em&gt;patience.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love will inspire you to become a patient person. When you choose to be patient, you respond in positive way to a negative situation. You are slow to anger. You choose to have a long fuse instead of a quick temper. Rather than being restless and demanding, love helps you settle down and begin extending mercy to those around you. Patients brings an internal calm during and external storm.&lt;br /&gt;   No on likes to be around an impatient person. it cause you to overreact in angry, foolish, and regrettable ways.The irony of anger toward a wrongful action is that is spawns new wrongs of its own.&lt;em&gt; Anger&lt;/em&gt; almost never makes things better. In fact, it usually generates additional problems. But &lt;em&gt;patience &lt;/em&gt;stops problems in their tracks More than biting your lip, more than clapping a hand over your mouth, patience is a deep breath. It clears the air. It strips foolishness from whipping is scorpion tail all over the room. It is a choice to control your emotions rather than allowing your emotions to control you, and shows discretion instead of returning evil for evil. If your spouse offends you, do you quickly retaliate, or do you stay under control.? Do you find that anger is your emotional default when treated unfairly? If so you are spreading poison rather than medicine. Anger is usually caused when the strong desire for something is mixed with disappointment of grief. You don't get what you want and you start heating up inside. It is often an emotional reaction that flows our of our own selfishness, foolishness or evil motives.&lt;br /&gt;  Patience however makes us wise. It doesn't rush to judgment but listens to what the other person is saying. Patience stands in the doorway where anger is clawing to burst in, but waits to see the whole picture before passing judgment. The Bible says,  "He who is slow to anger has great understanding but he who is quick-tempered exalts folly" ( Proverbs 14:29)&lt;br /&gt;As sure as a lock of patience will turn your home into a war zone, the practice of patience will foster peach and quiet :A hot-tempered man stirs up strife, but the slow to anger calms a dispute" ( Proverbs 15:18) Statements like these from the Bible book of proverbs are clear principals with timeless relevance. Patience is where love meets wisdom,m. And every marriage needs that combination to stay healthily.&lt;br /&gt; Patience helped you give your spouse permission to be human. It understands that everyone fails. When a mistake is made, it chooses to give them more time than they serve to correct it. It gives you the ability to hold on during the tough times in your relationship rather than bailing out under pressure. But can your spouse count on having a patient wife or husband to deal with? Can she know that locking her keys in the car will be met by your understanding rather than a demeaning lectures that makes her feel like a child? Can she know that cheering during the last seconds of a football game won't invite a loud-mouthed laundry list of ways he should be spending his time? It turns out that few people are as hard to live with as an impatient person. What what the tone and volume of your home be if you tried this biblical approach. "See that no one repays another with evil for evil, but always seek after that which is good for one another." (1 Thessalonians 5:15) Few of us do patience very well and none of us do it naturally. But wise men and women will pursue it as an essential  ingredient to their marriage relationships. That's a good starting point to demonstrate true love. This Love Dare Journey is a process, and the first thing you must resolve to posses is patience. Think of it as a marathon, not a sprint. But it's a race worth running.&lt;br /&gt;TODAY'S DARE- THE FIRST PART OF THIS DARE IS FAIRLY SIMPLE. ALTHOUGH LOVE IS COMMUNICATED IN A NUMBER OF WAYS, OUR WORDS OFTEN REFLECT THE CONDITION OF OUR HEART. FOR THE NEXT DAY, RESOLVE TO DEMONSTRATE PATIENCE AND SAY NOTHING NEGATIVE TO YOUR SPOUSE AT ALL. IF THE TEMPTATION ARISES, CHOSE NOT TO SAY ANYTHING. IT IS BETTER TO HOLD YOUR TONGUE THAN TO SAY SOMETHING YOU WILL REGRET. &lt;br /&gt;Did anything happened today to cause anger toward your mate? Were you tempted to think disapproving thoughts and to let them come out in words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty amazing and powerful stuff huh? I can't wait to see how this works. Let me know what you think, if you want to know more. I will post just the daily dare each day if you are interested. I want everyone to be able to experience this opportunity. STAY TUNED&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966834837549111751-7874879643892356358?l=mrscainsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7874879643892356358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966834837549111751&amp;postID=7874879643892356358&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/7874879643892356358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/7874879643892356358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-dare.html' title='The Love Dare'/><author><name>Melanie Cain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SHEI73ypsTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X8H7Qvmt4Qs/S220/IMG_3108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966834837549111751.post-6021675343843520917</id><published>2009-05-27T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T11:49:54.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/Sh2LClYsueI/AAAAAAAAAuY/fQPpHvJCmsw/s1600-h/3568337997_258e83e98d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340577609642981858" style="FLOAT: left; 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WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/ShyluTT6VcI/AAAAAAAAArg/fxN3xXAYw9M/s320/DSC_1318.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought I would take a minute while Keldon was content and swinging in his swing to update a little on my life as a new mommy. IT IS WORK! I knew it would be hard and that I would be tired but I don't think I really think I understood how draining it would really be. The first week home is a teaser. Keldon nursed so good, burped within a minute and slept so good. I thought I had a perfect baby. I told my sisters that I think I got lucky and that he was so easy and perfect. Then week 2 hit. Ha ha, Reality set in. The adrenaline wears off, my live in nanny (Sister Sherri) left, Keldon had to go to the hospital for a night for biliruben treatment and got nipple confusion when they took him off breast milk, and then everything hit me. I had to get to appointments at a certain time which also seem to be when he was hungry, and grocery shopping is a whole different blog post. I will have to say, that I am not naive though. Before I had him, every time I would go grocery shopping and was irritated and in a hurry I would tell myself to relax and enjoy the time alone. I even estimated how many childless trips I had left when I first got pregnant. I go to winco at least 2x a month x 10 months of pregnancy. Each time I went I would do the count down and force myself to enjoy shopping without all the hassle. Around week three I had a really hard time. I made it through the first two weeks without a breakdown but week 3 was the end of that. Keldon was really fussy and gassy and overall just irritated. I would do okay during the day if I got to sleep a little in the morning with him but during night feedings I would get so frustrated. It was hot in the house, he would take forever to eat and then spit up because he wouldn't burp and then fuss because he was able to eat fast enough which to me was abnormal but to anyone who has had a baby is just a memory, "Oh, I remember those days, it goes by so fast," "If you can just make it to 6 weeks, it gets better..." I'm happy to say I am on my way. The end of week 3 and on to this week has been a lot better. I just have to remind myself that he depends on me and that getting frusterated and worked up only makes me feel more hopeless, plus it drains my energy and heaven knows I only have so much of that. I have really been missing my mom lately too which has sort of been hard for me to deal with. I try not to let it overwhelm me and take over my life but sometimes it feels good just to have a quick little cry. It seems to hit me more when things are really hard or when something great has just happended. The highs and the lows....I just want to share stuff with her. I wish I could see her holding my sweet little baby and hear her voice just once tell me how precious he really is. I went out to my dads the other day and had my step mom spoil me. I called and told her if she cooked me up some good breakfast I would trade her a sweet little man to hold and kiss on for a while. After I ate, and nursed Keldon, we took a nap together in what used to be my parents bedroom. I laid on the bed and just stared at my baby and couldn't help but cry as I remembered not long ago that my mom and I laid in that same bed and she told me how pretty I was... her little baby girl. We use to snuggle in her bed when she was sick and she would tell me stories, we would share stuff and just talk. Most of the time, even though she was sick she would be rubbing my head or playing with my hair. The other night Keldon was throwing a little fit while I was trying to nurse him and I started to rub his little head and around his temples the Grandma Carver/Mom way and he fell asleep.... Oh I miss my mom so much dangit. I went to her grave yesterday to bring flowers for memorial day. When she was picking out her funeral stuff, she made a comment at the family meeting about making sure we had her headstone set before memorial day at least. We all had a laugh about it. I wasn't able to go up to the cemetery on mothers day so I had to get up there yesterday. Chris and Keldon were with me and it seemed so surreal, me having my own little family. I was reading Tammy Ottley's blog the other day and she posted a cute post about how she just realized she was all grown up. When did she grow up, she has a car and a house and a husband and so on. I have felt that way since I had Keldon. I got his insurance card in the mail the other day addressed to Keldon Cain, that is just weird, I have a son! It really hit me when I took him in for his circumcision and felt like crying because I'm sad that he has to feel pain, or getting a pku lab done while I'm holding him and he is bawling. That is when you feel like a mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funny and Cute little Keldon things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He grunts and squeaks all the time and is an especially noisy sleeper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He loves his swing and likes to be around a lot of noise. If he falls asleep with noise or in his swing and you turn either one off, he squeaks and grunts and wakes up when you stop it or move him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He screams when you change him but has soon as you snap his onsie on he completely goes limp and calms down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is a super loud burper and a loud little tooter too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He loves to have his hands open wide and always holds them straight out and stiff like a karate chop. When he nurses he either has a hand on me or on his face or next to his head by his ear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He can hold his head up and started trying since he was 2 days old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He has strong little calf and thigh muscles and even has little defined forearm and back muscles. When he has a bubble in his tummy he turns from side to side and throws his head back when you put him up to burp him he always brings his knees up to his chests and pushes off of you and fusses. As soon as he burps or spits up he will lay flat and stick his legs straight out and point his toes. That is when you know he is content.&lt;br /&gt;He likes to be held close chest to chest on his side and bounced up and down if you are trying to calm him down or put him to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He doesn't mind taking a bath and likes to have a wash cloth covering his tummy to keep him warm.&lt;br /&gt;When he is waiting for me to get situated to nurse and /or is hungry, he sucks on the back of his hand or on his forearm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is always pretty content and alert between 6 and 11 o'clock feedings and snuggles on daddy's chest when he gets home from work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966834837549111751-4235841806062585453?l=mrscainsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4235841806062585453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966834837549111751&amp;postID=4235841806062585453&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/4235841806062585453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/4235841806062585453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/2009/05/month-1.html' title='Month 1'/><author><name>Melanie Cain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SHEI73ypsTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X8H7Qvmt4Qs/S220/IMG_3108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/ShyoCmjq_AI/AAAAAAAAAsw/7im2LohTzgE/s72-c/IMG_0281.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966834837549111751.post-8235772136249585989</id><published>2009-05-14T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T02:01:13.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SgvdrWja4TI/AAAAAAAAArY/UMeStjrtlB0/s1600-h/IMG_0234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335601920408740146" style="FLOAT: left; 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CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/Sgvcw7yJZnI/AAAAAAAAAqY/9eNGIXqZQu8/s320/IMG_0246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/Sgvcw2xo23I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/rlR59XQ0cxE/s1600-h/IMG_0245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335600915446029170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/Sgvcw2xo23I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/rlR59XQ0cxE/s320/IMG_0245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966834837549111751-8235772136249585989?l=mrscainsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8235772136249585989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966834837549111751&amp;postID=8235772136249585989&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/8235772136249585989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/8235772136249585989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie Cain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SHEI73ypsTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X8H7Qvmt4Qs/S220/IMG_3108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SgvdrWja4TI/AAAAAAAAArY/UMeStjrtlB0/s72-c/IMG_0234.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966834837549111751.post-7871482383697559002</id><published>2009-05-08T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T21:12:17.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First week home</title><content type='html'>My sister Sherri came from Boise to help me through my labor and the first few days at home&lt;br /&gt;We spent a lot of time eating and snuggling Baby K. It was so fun to have her here. The first few days were kind of a blur. Changing diapers and getting the hang of breast feeding. I got my first real glimpse into motherhood when Keldon had to go back into the hospital for jaundice. I got all teary eyed and emotional and had to leave the room when they did his blood work for the 3rd time in one day. So far things have been really good. I am a spoiled mommy . He is soooo good. He eats good, sleeps good and hardly ever fusses. He only cries for a minute when he is hungry and has to wait or when he gets his diaper changed. He loves to be swaddled and held, and his swing is my favorite. He seems to be out to get his dad..... he has peed on Chris a handful of times and even gives him a projectile poop once in a while before he gets the clean diaper on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The curious little toad man....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SgT9fMm-J3I/AAAAAAAAAqI/p7HhIOnHIjQ/s1600-h/IMG_0225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333666571115964274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SgT9fMm-J3I/AAAAAAAAAqI/p7HhIOnHIjQ/s320/IMG_0225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SgT9fMm-J3I/AAAAAAAAAqI/p7HhIOnHIjQ/s1600-h/IMG_0225.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SgT8m9fT8HI/AAAAAAAAAqA/snINCulbnoI/s1600-h/may4mom.jpg.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333665604984631410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SgT8m9fT8HI/AAAAAAAAAqA/snINCulbnoI/s320/may4mom.jpg.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SgT8mgjJivI/AAAAAAAAAp4/FP-7HXMDC-w/s1600-h/IMG_0209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333665597216099058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SgT8mgjJivI/AAAAAAAAAp4/FP-7HXMDC-w/s320/IMG_0209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SgT8mT-vNfI/AAAAAAAAApw/D-ZPcOAU8C4/s1600-h/IMG_0199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333665593842152946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SgT8mT-vNfI/AAAAAAAAApw/D-ZPcOAU8C4/s320/IMG_0199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first attempt at a bath! Aunt Sherri and Daddy helped.&lt;br /&gt;Keldon pooped in the tub when we were just getting done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SgT8mJt5v2I/AAAAAAAAApo/gZYl-TwtIZw/s1600-h/5-4bath.jpg.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333665591087185762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SgT8mJt5v2I/AAAAAAAAApo/gZYl-TwtIZw/s320/5-4bath.jpg.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SgT8lxn7OzI/AAAAAAAAApg/NWWgC5-tPBc/s1600-h/5-4bath2.jpg.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333665584619666226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SgT8lxn7OzI/AAAAAAAAApg/NWWgC5-tPBc/s320/5-4bath2.jpg.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sneak snuggles in for dad sometimes in the morning before work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SgT45Wyl4QI/AAAAAAAAApY/30rwIw6G27k/s1600-h/IMG_0214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333661522967519490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SgT45Wyl4QI/AAAAAAAAApY/30rwIw6G27k/s320/IMG_0214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our first visit with the pediatrician on Wednesday. He wasn't at the hospital when Keldon was born so we had never seen him before. I really liked him. He was super personable and very down to earth. We had to get his blood work done to check his biliruben levels for jaundice. He turned out to be at a level 17.4 with 18 being where they draw the line for treatment. Because he had a hematoma when he was born and our blood types being different, his risk factor was higher than normal. We had to go into the hospital over night to get him under the biliruben light and help the jaundice to resolve. Breast milk doesn't bind to biliruben so I had to formula feed for 24 hours and pump instead. The orange pictures are the newborn room at Dr. Gavino's office. Keldon looks so tiny on the table. The other ones are from the hospital. That little bed looks like a mini tanning bed. Dad was making jokes about Keldon getting a tan. He did come home a little more red!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SgT44qNTAII/AAAAAAAAApA/rZ7HozWIWsw/s1600-h/5-6pedapt.jpg.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333661510999933058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SgT44qNTAII/AAAAAAAAApA/rZ7HozWIWsw/s320/5-6pedapt.jpg.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SgT44fq3uAI/AAAAAAAAAo4/YE23dl-0E_k/s1600-h/5-6pedapt2.jpg.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333661508171184130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SgT44fq3uAI/AAAAAAAAAo4/YE23dl-0E_k/s320/5-6pedapt2.jpg.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SgT45Lz2MjI/AAAAAAAAApQ/lkbM7kSm2d4/s1600-h/5-6tanning.jpg.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333661520019993138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SgT45Lz2MjI/AAAAAAAAApQ/lkbM7kSm2d4/s320/5-6tanning.jpg.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SgT44xN6emI/AAAAAAAAApI/meu9PUyMOfU/s1600-h/5-6tan.jpg.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333661512881568354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SgT44xN6emI/AAAAAAAAApI/meu9PUyMOfU/s320/5-6tan.jpg.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SgT44qNTAII/AAAAAAAAApA/rZ7HozWIWsw/s1600-h/5-6pedapt.jpg.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966834837549111751-7871482383697559002?l=mrscainsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7871482383697559002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966834837549111751&amp;postID=7871482383697559002&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/7871482383697559002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/7871482383697559002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/2009/05/first-week-home.html' title='First week home'/><author><name>Melanie Cain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SHEI73ypsTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X8H7Qvmt4Qs/S220/IMG_3108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SgT9fMm-J3I/AAAAAAAAAqI/p7HhIOnHIjQ/s72-c/IMG_0225.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966834837549111751.post-4247577458205198562</id><published>2009-05-04T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T10:10:59.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/Sf8epElhO0I/AAAAAAAAAow/Rxb_kRBw1ag/s1600-h/IMG_0189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/Sf8epElhO0I/AAAAAAAAAow/Rxb_kRBw1ag/s320/IMG_0189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332014174784535362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/Sf8eo35tEmI/AAAAAAAAAoo/i0SooLkkdGY/s1600-h/IMG_0188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/Sf8eo35tEmI/AAAAAAAAAoo/i0SooLkkdGY/s320/IMG_0188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332014171379536482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/Sf8eoXCRVOI/AAAAAAAAAoY/AH4M0n9GvTY/s1600-h/IMG_0185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/Sf8eoXCRVOI/AAAAAAAAAoY/AH4M0n9GvTY/s320/IMG_0185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332014162557097186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/Sf8eoGjFtGI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/HwnM4cDfYuY/s1600-h/IMG_0180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/Sf8eoGjFtGI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/HwnM4cDfYuY/s320/IMG_0180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332014158131344482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got home from the hospital around noon yesterday. We had a little problem figuring out the carseat    and getting   him situated. He is so little he looks like a bug in there! The hospital has a lady that comes by and takes a picture for the website so we had to do all that. Keldon is a &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/Sf8eovxQKSI/AAAAAAAAAog/8-xGr5HEq9E/s1600-h/IMG_0187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/Sf8eovxQKSI/AAAAAAAAAog/8-xGr5HEq9E/s320/IMG_0187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332014169196603682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sweetheart. It is probably just the new mom in me talking but I don't care, that is what I think. Even when you are breastfeeding and your tummy is cramping like you are in labor again, you get over it because all it takes is for him to open his eyes or wrap his little hand around your finger and you are fine. Chris is sooooo in love with his little boy. After I feed him he always takes him and is all about changing his diaper. I think it is just because he wants to snuggle with him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966834837549111751-4247577458205198562?l=mrscainsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4247577458205198562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966834837549111751&amp;postID=4247577458205198562&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/4247577458205198562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/4247577458205198562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/2009/05/coming-home.html' title='Coming home'/><author><name>Melanie Cain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SHEI73ypsTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X8H7Qvmt4Qs/S220/IMG_3108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/Sf8epElhO0I/AAAAAAAAAow/Rxb_kRBw1ag/s72-c/IMG_0189.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966834837549111751.post-802059576034555811</id><published>2009-05-03T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T03:19:13.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>24 HOURS OLD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/Sf1vKy6aLYI/AAAAAAAAAoI/hzMLuoHGbF8/s1600-h/24+HOURS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/Sf1vKy6aLYI/AAAAAAAAAoI/hzMLuoHGbF8/s400/24+HOURS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331539765132668290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MUCH CUTER AFTER A BATH AND THE SWELLING GOES DOWN. WE GET TO GO HOME IN THE MORNING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966834837549111751-802059576034555811?l=mrscainsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/802059576034555811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966834837549111751&amp;postID=802059576034555811&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/802059576034555811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/802059576034555811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/2009/05/24-hours-old.html' title='24 HOURS OLD'/><author><name>Melanie Cain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SHEI73ypsTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X8H7Qvmt4Qs/S220/IMG_3108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/Sf1vKy6aLYI/AAAAAAAAAoI/hzMLuoHGbF8/s72-c/24+HOURS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966834837549111751.post-6367275440783059960</id><published>2009-05-02T06:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T07:36:04.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the World Handsome Baby K!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SfxNnAHcp4I/AAAAAAAAAn4/qJ62eMIzFcM/s1600-h/untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SfxNnAHcp4I/AAAAAAAAAn4/qJ62eMIzFcM/s320/untitled-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331221391341299586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KELDON DAVID CAIN&lt;br /&gt;BORN MAY 1ST 2009 @ 10:34 PM&lt;br /&gt;6 LBS 5 OZ 19 INCHES LONG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This isn't a very clear picture but at least you can see him. I went in yesterday morning at 8:00 am to be induced. I was given cytotec vaginally which is a drug that helps to ripen (open/dilate) your cervix around 8:40am. Your Cervix  has to go from 0-10 to deliver which is completely closed to the size of baby's head. I was only 1/2 centimeter dilated and 50% effaced. Almost like starting from scratch. Once in labor, some people dilate faster than others and some just get stuck at a certain point. Usually I think you dilate about one to two centimeters and hour when you are in the actual labor part.  Everything is really blurry right now as far as details, so I will do a better post later when I have notes from Kim. I only got one dose of cytotec and right away felt contractions like crazy. They were fairly consisitant and I could see them on the chart which was kind of exciting. I knew I wasn't making the pain up then! The contractions eased up a bit when I got up and walked around for while. Dr. Salisbury checked me later and I was a 1. Then from 2-10 I was a hurting mess. I am too tired to remember everything. I got in the tub for a while which was AWESOME. Chris did the best job helping me breath and get into a rythm. I had to get back in bed to be on the monitors again for a while and then It really stepped up a notch. I was laying on my right side and closing my eyes so I could block out everything in my mind. I didn't want to be rubbed, just a steady hand and no talking. I had my legs together and was on my side but kept feeling like my pelvis was opening and separating and it came really fast. The nurse checked me again and I was at a five. After a while, they got more intense and I decided to have 1/2 a dose of a mild pain killer in my IV. That hit for maybe 2 minutes max. I can't remember if I threw up before or after that but I threw up because I hurt so bad. I kept feeling the urge to push and Chris and Sherri were trying to get me to do fast little breaths and not to push. I would push hard 2 or 3 times because it felt so good, and then I would freak out and do little puff puff puff breaths and get through it. I kept telling the nurse to check me because I swear my hips were opening. I got scared and started to panic but brought myself back to reality, this is the rock in the hard place. I can't give up and I have to go forward so just breath and do the best you can. I said I wanted an epidural around the same time I got the IV med because I thought if I was going to panic and stop my rhythm of good breathing I would be taking 2 steps back for every one forward. I asked for it, but in my mind I didn't give up. I thought, okay I will do it, it will help me relax and get to that point to help me push and I will have them just do a little so I can still feel stuff. They were talking about paging the anesthesiologist and then after that, my contractions got super bad and I had to deal and not think of anything else. The thought of the epidural never crossed my mind again because I was too busy dealing with labor.Shortly after she checked me and I was a 9 1/2. They started to get the room ready and I started feeling less abdominal and back pain and more pressure. I thought, forget the epidural that takes too much time, lets get this kid out! I could see my tummy drop and I was able to sit up a bit more. I pushed for about an hour. It is really hard to push and get in rhythm. I tried some things on my own, then Dr. Salisbury had me push for 10 big counts and then take one big breath in and bare down for another 10 big counts. I had a mirror so I could see which helped me so much mentally. As I progressed I got more determined to push as hard as I could. I had my eyes closed because I was pushing so hard when he came out that I didn't see him actually come out. I didn't tear but did have some issues with some mild extra bleeding. They gave me a shot of something in my leg, and pitocin in my IV and my Placenta came out about 2 minutes afterwards. Instead of the cord being attached in the middle of the placenta, it was attached on the very edge and the vessels going to it were getting fairly small. Dr. Salisbury said that was pretty rare to have it attached there. I had him put on top of me as soon as he was out and his throat was clear. He cried for ever and ever....good lungs. I tried to breast feed a little later when things settled down, but he was trying to fall asleep on me. We got him to eat a little on one side so I guess that is better than nothing. I'll update more later.... time to eat breakfast and go back to bed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966834837549111751-6367275440783059960?l=mrscainsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6367275440783059960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966834837549111751&amp;postID=6367275440783059960&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/6367275440783059960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/6367275440783059960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/2009/05/welcome-to-world-handsome-baby-k.html' title='Welcome to the World Handsome Baby K!'/><author><name>Melanie Cain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SHEI73ypsTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X8H7Qvmt4Qs/S220/IMG_3108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SfxNnAHcp4I/AAAAAAAAAn4/qJ62eMIzFcM/s72-c/untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966834837549111751.post-8823289392152441875</id><published>2009-04-28T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T11:07:35.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions</title><content type='html'>I usually don't have a hard time making decisions and once I set my mind to something I am pretty set. However, having a child is a little different. I can make decisions fairly easy..... wow a cookie for me! BUT I HATE CHANGE. My birth plan changed a month ago when we were booted out of our house, moved in a few days and my blood pressure went up. Yesterday I was at my doctors office for 3 hours on the monitor and talking with him about my situation. I can be induced safely at 38 weeks, with no huge concern for the baby's lungs being underdeveloped and so on. He is measuring very small, in the 9% rate for his gestational age and the ultrasound shows he hasn't been gaining weight. So basically he is okay, not struggling but not growing either. I am sort of a walking incubator. If we continue to wait (STAY PREGNANT!) I will have to continue non-stress tests a couple times a week, do blood work, monitor my blood pressure and stay on bed rest until A) something goes wrong and they have to induce right away or B) I magically go into labor on my own. A and B are both unknown and if A or B happens, there are just as many and more risks than being induced under a controlled environment in which I am not completely freaked out. Because my ultrasound shows Keldon is size wise right now, about 34 weeks instead of almost 38 and isn't gaining, we don't know if my placenta will be sufficient enough to get him through delivery, or why he is even small in the first place.....ladeeee da. There are too many unknowns and it freaks me out. SO.... I think I will just try to be induced Friday so I know what is coming and can try to be more relaxed and he can grow when he comes out. Some babies do better on the outside I guess. I am just frustrated because they can't really tell me why I have a uterine growth restricted baby, aren't even really worried about it and its safe to have him at 38 weeks. Chris thinks I should wait it out and just see how my blood pressure is and so on but I feel more comfortable having him now and not waiting to SEE if something goes wrong, or trust that my body will start on its own. Especially since he is small, you'd think my body would try to hold on to him longer. After talking to 10 or 12 different people yesterday, I have decided to try it Friday. I am 75% effaced right now and 1/2 centimeter dilated. The dilation is the tricky part with inductions because if your body isn't dilated the induction is longer and harder on you. They have medicine to help ripen your cervix and help you dilate. We are going to try that and if I am dilated enough, he may be able to strip my membranes. We will go to that point and try.... If it works than awesome, If it doesn't I can wait a while and try later I suppose. My sisters and my mom usually have their babies in less than 8 hours so I praying for the good genetics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966834837549111751-8823289392152441875?l=mrscainsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8823289392152441875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966834837549111751&amp;postID=8823289392152441875&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/8823289392152441875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/8823289392152441875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/2009/04/decisions.html' title='Decisions'/><author><name>Melanie Cain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SHEI73ypsTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X8H7Qvmt4Qs/S220/IMG_3108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966834837549111751.post-5959393443730997998</id><published>2009-04-26T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T21:20:03.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>37 Weeks</title><content type='html'>These top 2 pictures are for you Sherri! HA hA, Fat Cheeks and my big round Belly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SfUxxznt-KI/AAAAAAAAAnw/Xjv3VhIlK9c/s1600-h/IMG_0139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SfUxxznt-KI/AAAAAAAAAnw/Xjv3VhIlK9c/s320/IMG_0139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329220465802999970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SfUxxmmUWDI/AAAAAAAAAno/31uV6ONf-uM/s1600-h/IMG_0144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SfUxxmmUWDI/AAAAAAAAAno/31uV6ONf-uM/s320/IMG_0144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329220462307465266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SfUxxbU7rpI/AAAAAAAAAng/8aRUnO8dCTc/s1600-h/IMG_0143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SfUxxbU7rpI/AAAAAAAAAng/8aRUnO8dCTc/s320/IMG_0143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329220459281755794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SfUxxEi1HvI/AAAAAAAAAnY/ZMs7ZLbHY8s/s1600-h/IMG_0142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SfUxxEi1HvI/AAAAAAAAAnY/ZMs7ZLbHY8s/s320/IMG_0142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329220453166030578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966834837549111751-5959393443730997998?l=mrscainsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5959393443730997998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966834837549111751&amp;postID=5959393443730997998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/5959393443730997998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/5959393443730997998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/2009/04/37-weeks.html' title='37 Weeks'/><author><name>Melanie Cain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SHEI73ypsTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X8H7Qvmt4Qs/S220/IMG_3108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SfUxxznt-KI/AAAAAAAAAnw/Xjv3VhIlK9c/s72-c/IMG_0139.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966834837549111751.post-2788600231050637782</id><published>2009-04-23T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T16:59:14.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my Sweetheart Husband</title><content type='html'>Chris has been so sweet. He is a little grumpy but he has been working sooooo hard lately and when he gets home, he has to hear me complain about all the mommy stuff and the house needs this stuff etc. I freaked out on Tuesday because of the heat wave that struck Tri-Cities and literally thought I might die. I was crying and having somewhat of a panic attack that my kid was going to cook inside my womb if I didn't get air conditioning. Chris was so cute, telling me to calm down and that we would go look at ac's when he got home from work. We shopped around a little and found the best prices at Lowes. He went back yesterday and got the AC then went to walmart and returned the dresser that we got that he broke as he was putting it together. There was a broken piece to begin with, but as he was putting it together he got frustrated because it wouldn't fit together and tore it all apart. He put all the pieces in a random box from the house and brought it back to the store like that. I was so embarrassed but hey, he wasn't and we got all our money back.  Yesterday I had my ultrasound which showed my amniotic fluid level was okay but Keldon is measuring at 34 weeks and around 5.7lbs (Give or take a pound, you know hot that goes, not always accurate). I will be 37 tomorrow so I am not sure what is going on. I had a non-stress test at KGH today, with my blood pressure the normal semi-high around 140/90. The nurse talked to the Doctor and I am suppose to continue moderate bed rest and take it easy until Monday's appointment, but watch for any red flags over the weekend. His goal was to get me to 37 weeks so Monday I am going to ask him about setting a date for an induction and talk about why the baby isn't growing. He will have the ultrasound results back by then as well as my blood work so we will go from there. I have all my baby stuff ready, his and my bag packed and my house closer to looking like a house. Can't wait till he gets here.... I just want to snuggle him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966834837549111751-2788600231050637782?l=mrscainsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2788600231050637782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966834837549111751&amp;postID=2788600231050637782&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/2788600231050637782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/2788600231050637782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-love-my-sweetheart-husband.html' title='I love my Sweetheart Husband'/><author><name>Melanie Cain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SHEI73ypsTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X8H7Qvmt4Qs/S220/IMG_3108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966834837549111751.post-6128811202773508260</id><published>2009-04-21T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T19:38:51.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>High Blood Pressure- Bed Rest and Frustration</title><content type='html'>I AM SO BORED. I don't know how people can handle being home all day. I miss working and being able to feel normal and do normal things. I am on bed rest for high blood pressure and I swear it stresses me out more. My house still has unpacked boxes from moving, baby clothes all over without a dresser to go in and I don't have any air conditioning. I went in to KGH on Sunday after church because my BP was 150 over 104 and my feet and hands were a swollen mess. When I got there of course it was lower so after a while they sent me home. Yesterday I took it easy and slept a little better last night. ( More then the 3-4 hours I have been getting) Today... I told myself I wouldn't do anything, just get up to go to the bathroom and snack. Bad idea! Now I have one of those, I haven't done anything and slept too long headaches and I am still all swollen and miserable. I hope he can come soon. They are most likely going to induce me before next week but my DR. wants me to try and get to 37 weeks, which is Friday.  He doesn't think I will get to 38 weeks. Tomorrow morning I go in for an ultrasound to confirm the baby's growth. The doctor thinks he is at the most 5 1/2 pounds and wants to check to see how my amniotic fluid level is. I have a  stress test scheduled on Thursday at the hospital to monitor everything. When we get the blood tests and ultrasound results back we will know more. I am suppose to go back in to Dr.Salisbury on Monday morning, so if nothing changes before then, that is the plan. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966834837549111751-6128811202773508260?l=mrscainsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6128811202773508260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966834837549111751&amp;postID=6128811202773508260&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/6128811202773508260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/6128811202773508260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/2009/04/high-blood-pressure-bed-rest-and.html' title='High Blood Pressure- Bed Rest and Frustration'/><author><name>Melanie Cain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SHEI73ypsTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X8H7Qvmt4Qs/S220/IMG_3108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966834837549111751.post-6723747771140140798</id><published>2009-04-15T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T19:32:53.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>35 WEEKS 5 DAYS</title><content type='html'>My sister Kim loves to take pictures so yesterday we experimented.  I do not like taking pictures but wanted to have some so I wouldn't regret not taking them later on.... 3 kids and 5 million stretch marks later. We pulled it off with the help of photo shop. Not bad for using a black piece of material draped over a mattress for a backdrop in the front room eh? Kim was trying hard not to cry the whole time. She was taking pictures with a broken collarbone and 4 kids at home. 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SeaGOYukbuI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/bSJLRNZrRWk/s320/IMG_2208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966834837549111751-6723747771140140798?l=mrscainsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6723747771140140798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966834837549111751&amp;postID=6723747771140140798&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/6723747771140140798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/6723747771140140798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='35 WEEKS 5 DAYS'/><author><name>Melanie Cain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SHEI73ypsTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X8H7Qvmt4Qs/S220/IMG_3108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SefpWUSNGiI/AAAAAAAAAnA/tr8GtGy05p4/s72-c/IMG_2246.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966834837549111751.post-7861808329305443278</id><published>2009-04-13T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T18:33:10.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby will be here soon!</title><content type='html'>So I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;officially&lt;/span&gt; starting to panic. Dr. Salisbury said I won't make it to 40 weeks. I will be lucky to get to 37 with my blood pressure and am probably looking at an induction. Nice eh? I am 50% effaced but not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dilated&lt;/span&gt; yet. He said to take it easy and monitor the headaches and swelling. Did I mention I hit the 40 pounds gained mark!!!! 40 stinkin pounds OH MY GOSH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If my diastolic blood pressure is up to 100 in the next week then we are looking at an induction. Otherwise, if it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;consistently&lt;/span&gt; high for the next two weeks, then we will try to get to 37 before we induce to be safe. I am really glad I am having my shower this week, so I can go get the rest of my stuff before he comes. Maybe all my boxes will be unpacked by then huh? At least I have a new cozy recliner to be lazy in and couch for my awesome sister/fill-in mom to sleep on. I miss my mommy today :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966834837549111751-7861808329305443278?l=mrscainsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7861808329305443278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966834837549111751&amp;postID=7861808329305443278&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/7861808329305443278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/7861808329305443278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/2009/04/baby-will-be-here-soon.html' title='Baby will be here soon!'/><author><name>Melanie Cain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SHEI73ypsTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X8H7Qvmt4Qs/S220/IMG_3108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966834837549111751.post-2468412077208932362</id><published>2009-04-12T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T18:26:54.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SeJCNCWbSnI/AAAAAAAAAmI/UeHo87RlEb0/s1600-h/IMG_0098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323890501242014322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SeJCNCWbSnI/AAAAAAAAAmI/UeHo87RlEb0/s320/IMG_0098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SeJCMwlRYAI/AAAAAAAAAmA/8wcS5RlAURA/s1600-h/IMG_0097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323890496472440834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SeJCMwlRYAI/AAAAAAAAAmA/8wcS5RlAURA/s320/IMG_0097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35 weeks and 1 day- Me on the way to a massage and pedicure for a&lt;br /&gt;stress free Saturday! YIPPEE&lt;br /&gt;The baby has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; dropped this week with all the stress.&lt;br /&gt;I am too tired to update all the drama in our lives right now, but&lt;br /&gt;I am sure he is coming early. I have another stress test tomorrow and will&lt;br /&gt;see if I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dilating&lt;/span&gt; at all. My blood pressure has been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;consistently&lt;/span&gt; high&lt;br /&gt;since last week and my feet and hands are swollen and are on fire! Not&lt;br /&gt;to mention the lovely headaches and dizziness. Pray to make it to 37 weeks....&lt;br /&gt;I can handle having him at 37 I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966834837549111751-2468412077208932362?l=mrscainsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2468412077208932362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966834837549111751&amp;postID=2468412077208932362&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/2468412077208932362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/2468412077208932362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/2009/04/baby-has-definenetly-dropped-this-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie Cain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SHEI73ypsTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X8H7Qvmt4Qs/S220/IMG_3108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SeJCNCWbSnI/AAAAAAAAAmI/UeHo87RlEb0/s72-c/IMG_0098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966834837549111751.post-7735003058418332917</id><published>2009-04-02T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T09:57:54.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving</title><content type='html'>I took two days off work this week to move and didn't really get it done. My awesome sisters came over while Sherri was in town and helped moved a lot of stuff on Tuesday. Wednesday I did a little here and there putting things away and then got stuck at Walmart buying groceries and new house stuff. Even though it is in a ghetto mobile home park I would have to say it is at least 2 or 3 times better than the old place. I am excited to have a nicer kitchen and actually be able to leave my blinds open without tenants knocking on my door and peeking in my windows. Keldon's furniture is all unpacked but we still have a days worth of putting stuff together.  Hopefully by Monday I can go to work relaxed. We have conference this weekend so that will give us more time to organize. I got little bins and baskets at the store yesterday. It is so nice to have a place for everything instead of just being shoved in here and there. I didn't know how much food I actually had in my old house until we started packing it. I have a little pantry thing at the new place and I can actually see where things are. GLORIOUS! My back is killing me, I have had a headache for 3 days and I get to go to work in a couple of hours and give 4 massages, how? I don't  know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966834837549111751-7735003058418332917?l=mrscainsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7735003058418332917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966834837549111751&amp;postID=7735003058418332917&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/7735003058418332917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/7735003058418332917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/2009/04/moving.html' title='Moving'/><author><name>Melanie Cain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SHEI73ypsTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X8H7Qvmt4Qs/S220/IMG_3108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966834837549111751.post-2130280952136438055</id><published>2009-03-29T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T01:10:21.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnancy week 32 &amp; 33</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEWS FLASH....BREAKING NEWS FLASH!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; I have another tenant occupying space inside my body besides myself, an alien-like figure that squirms and pokes and prods bony protuberances inside my abdomen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Keldon is getting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;way too big and wiggly.&lt;/span&gt; He as been sticking his foot out on both my sides lately and hard enough to make me jump constantly. He is rolling his bum from right to left and back and forth. His head has been down for about 2 months now and I have a feeling he is coming early. Maybe just superstition? I would like to think that a nice mothers day present would be a little baby boy that just so happens to be a little gift from my mother and the man upstairs.... haha , wishful thinking huh? I am crossing my fingers. Chris got "let go," from his management job at the mobile home park which leaves us houseless. There is a mobile home within the park that he owns which is vacant right now. He has been having a hard time selling it and it so  happens to be the nicest one he owns. It is newly remodeled and at least has new paint and new carpet. We might be moving over there this week and he is hoping to continuing working until his contract with the park ends which for right now is June. We are already paying lot rent and electricity so we might as well move there instead of staying in the place we are now. That will give me time to get ready for the baby and be ready and as non-stressed as I can be in case he comes early. I am excited to have a less ghetto house/trailer! I am having a couple of baby showers in the next month and will feel more prepared when they have come and gone. I haven't bought hardly anything so far. I want to wait until after the showers and then go get the things I still need. I suppose I should pack a hospital bag just in case. I talked Chris into childbirth classes. We have gone 3 weeks and have one week left with a private birth Doula and 3 other couples. I have really enjoyed it. I think he thinks it is a little out there. We draw "Birth Art," and express our inner feelings. HA, funny right? It is actually really cool and I think will help me tons. I am still planning on doing things natural for now and take it one step at a time. I think the classes have helped Chris to understand what I need as far as support. He is actually pretty into it and has formed his own little opinion about birthing which has been interesting. We will see how this baby goes. He keeps mentioning an at home water birth. Ha ha! Maybe he should try it first.&lt;br /&gt;I love being pregnant! I rub my belly about 23 hours out of the day. My sister Kim was making fun of me the other day. This kid is going to be addicted to massages like his daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/Sc_qood_i8I/AAAAAAAAAlw/LAJYxWCw9R4/s1600-h/32weeksbare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/Sc_qood_i8I/AAAAAAAAAlw/LAJYxWCw9R4/s320/32weeksbare.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318727668726729666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/Sc_qo9D_r8I/AAAAAAAAAl4/VKvJrR2EAdA/s1600-h/32wks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/Sc_qo9D_r8I/AAAAAAAAAl4/VKvJrR2EAdA/s320/32wks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318727674254831554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/Sc_qJ_kWw_I/AAAAAAAAAlo/k9YkK7FukP8/s1600-h/33wksbare.jpg.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/Sc_qJ_kWw_I/AAAAAAAAAlo/k9YkK7FukP8/s320/33wksbare.jpg.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318727142351487986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/Sc_qJmCXREI/AAAAAAAAAlg/wq7s7a6-IFQ/s1600-h/33wks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/Sc_qJmCXREI/AAAAAAAAAlg/wq7s7a6-IFQ/s320/33wks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318727135498028098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966834837549111751-2130280952136438055?l=mrscainsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2130280952136438055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966834837549111751&amp;postID=2130280952136438055&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/2130280952136438055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/2130280952136438055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/2009/03/pregnancy-week-32-33.html' title='Pregnancy week 32 &amp; 33'/><author><name>Melanie Cain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SHEI73ypsTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X8H7Qvmt4Qs/S220/IMG_3108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/Sc_qood_i8I/AAAAAAAAAlw/LAJYxWCw9R4/s72-c/32weeksbare.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966834837549111751.post-6892183176383915710</id><published>2009-03-29T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T14:13:35.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A visit long past due</title><content type='html'>My friend Natalie and I had a long over due visit finally a couple of weeks ago. Chris was out of town for the weekend and I decided to drive to see Nat. We met when I was a beehive in young womens. She was my awesome leader with a brand new adopted baby boy. I loved her because she was real with us and never sugar coated "churchy stuff." I went through a couple of really rough years as a teenager and she was always my go to gal. She didn't judge, she always just listened. One time she showed up early in the morning at my house with a rented mustang convertible and we made a road trip to Coeur d' alene Idaho. We talked all day and went shopping. I will never forget that day.  She and her family moved from Kennewick to Burbank out of our area, then to Spokane. I went a long time without talking to her and when I moved to Spokane we crossed lines again through a mutual friend and I found out she lived like 4 miles from my apartment. They moved a lot because of her husbands job. When I moved back to Kennewick to start my massage practice she was still in Spokane. I went another long block Natalie-less :( until my wedding day where she showed up to by my bridesmaid and help me get all dressed up in my pretty white dress. She has been through a lot. All three kids are adopted and Malachi the oldest was only 3 days old the first day I held him. His birth father fought for custody for about 10 years. Last fall, the courts finally granted Natalie and Ron full custody of their little (now big) boy. What a long time!!!!!!!!!!!!! I love her so much. When I left Spokane, the baby Callie was barely starting to talk. These are pictures from our visit..... I couldn't believe how big they were! OH my goodness. Nat and I went to lunch and talked all day about being good moms and how hard it is to be a good wife as well. Girly stuff! It's amazing that I am old enough to talk about grown up stuff with my grown up friend. Ha ha. She is a lot older than me but we have always had that sister bond. We can go 6 months or a&lt;br /&gt;year without talking and next time we do we pick right up where we left off. 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/Sc_h9KBxy3I/AAAAAAAAAko/gRybUCvZ6TI/s320/IMG_0065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318718125727927154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966834837549111751-6892183176383915710?l=mrscainsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6892183176383915710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966834837549111751&amp;postID=6892183176383915710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/6892183176383915710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/6892183176383915710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/2009/03/visit-long-past-due.html' title='A visit long past due'/><author><name>Melanie Cain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SHEI73ypsTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X8H7Qvmt4Qs/S220/IMG_3108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/Sc_jKKZGccI/AAAAAAAAAlA/bEnkwMUXll8/s72-c/IMG_0070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966834837549111751.post-1696421494099836516</id><published>2009-03-15T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T19:58:11.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ULTIMATE PREGNANCY FAVORITES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THURSDAY NIGHT SNUGGLES AND &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GREYS ANATOMY WITH MY HUBBY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/Sb27DWVSZrI/AAAAAAAAAjo/9Nt8hvFwI5g/s1600-h/GreysAnatomy-S4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313608801575921330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/Sb27DWVSZrI/AAAAAAAAAjo/9Nt8hvFwI5g/s200/GreysAnatomy-S4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MEMORIES OF MY MOTHER THAT HELP &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ME KEEP MY SANITY-HER ADVICE, HER SWEET&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; SPIRIT THAT I CAN STILL FEEL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND HER RIGHTEOUS EXAMPLE OF CHRISTLIKE &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MOTHERING&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/Sb260Ys_ZgI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SWRLeHo4ka0/s1600-h/Mom_now.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313608544514172418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/Sb260Ys_ZgI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SWRLeHo4ka0/s200/Mom_now.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MOMMY READING&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/Sb260IyPm6I/AAAAAAAAAjY/ew8pWhRyPjE/s1600-h/whattoexpect.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313608540241238946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/Sb260IyPm6I/AAAAAAAAAjY/ew8pWhRyPjE/s200/whattoexpect.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OBVIOUS NECESSITY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/Sb260G3jF7I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/bSeOuPK5Ujs/s1600-h/netflix1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313608539726616498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/Sb260G3jF7I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/bSeOuPK5Ujs/s200/netflix1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/Sb26zxMBz_I/AAAAAAAAAjI/R1GvVykbctg/s1600-h/2353285932_d60409c0b5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MY 2 SISTY UGLERS SUPPORT, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LONG TALKS &amp;amp; BAWL SESSIONS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/Sb26zbY6TMI/AAAAAAAAAjA/5gLM-AtkFq4/s1600-h/2353285932_d60409c0b5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313608528055389378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/Sb26zbY6TMI/AAAAAAAAAjA/5gLM-AtkFq4/s200/2353285932_d60409c0b5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LONG STRETCHY CUTE MOMMA SHIRTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/Sb25Swwp8MI/AAAAAAAAAi4/KMc01FWHz-Q/s1600-h/Signature_Capped_Sleeve_Black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313606867344814274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/Sb25Swwp8MI/AAAAAAAAAi4/KMc01FWHz-Q/s200/Signature_Capped_Sleeve_Black.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SLEEPING, TAKING NAPS, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BEDTIME, SNUGGLE TIME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/Sb25SgSNJrI/AAAAAAAAAiw/4f8-Y9CEKnw/s1600-h/pregnancy_feature_sleeping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313606862922131122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/Sb25SgSNJrI/AAAAAAAAAiw/4f8-Y9CEKnw/s200/pregnancy_feature_sleeping.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MASSAGES FOR BABY &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/Sb25R5VglPI/AAAAAAAAAio/h3KpxbLfqpk/s1600-h/prenatal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313606852467004658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 106px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/Sb25R5VglPI/AAAAAAAAAio/h3KpxbLfqpk/s200/prenatal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FEELING BABY'S KICKS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; AND POKES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/Sb25DQXUw7I/AAAAAAAAAig/_tbDdlhU6yY/s1600-h/freaky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313606600950596530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/Sb25DQXUw7I/AAAAAAAAAig/_tbDdlhU6yY/s200/freaky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;COMFY CLOTHES&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &amp;amp; A GOOD BOOK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/Sb25CzFFonI/AAAAAAAAAiY/xJbN-KDPDzU/s1600-h/birth-book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313606593089479282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/Sb25CzFFonI/AAAAAAAAAiY/xJbN-KDPDzU/s200/birth-book.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ICE CREAM IN WHATEVER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FLAVOR I FEEL LIKE TODAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/Sb25C4EczDI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/_UA5IeuJmCI/s1600-h/0620_Ice_Cream.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313606594428980274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 92px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/Sb25C4EczDI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/_UA5IeuJmCI/s200/0620_Ice_Cream.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A FRIDGE STOCKED FULL OF CHOICES &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(ESPECIALLY FRUIT)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/Sb25CJXrU5I/AAAAAAAAAiI/rQbvbF0rBOo/s1600-h/42-17216661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313606581893157778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/Sb25CJXrU5I/AAAAAAAAAiI/rQbvbF0rBOo/s200/42-17216661.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE BEST STRETCH MARK &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PREVENTATIVE LOTION ON THE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MARKET. MELANIE'S RX: APPLY 1-4X A &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DAY FOR EXTREME FEAR OF HORRENDOUS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; STRETCH MARKS &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/Sb25B6XC_XI/AAAAAAAAAiA/-EeDOhUHuDA/s1600-h/21H47Nu3IeL__SL500_AA200_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313606577863982450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/Sb25B6XC_XI/AAAAAAAAAiA/-EeDOhUHuDA/s200/21H47Nu3IeL__SL500_AA200_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DAILY PRAYER WITH MY HUSBAND&lt;br /&gt;THAT GETS ME THROUGH &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"MY PREGNANT DAYS!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/Sb295ft2pkI/AAAAAAAAAj4/f-DIAkyvGp4/s1600-h/praying_couple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313611930831070786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/Sb295ft2pkI/AAAAAAAAAj4/f-DIAkyvGp4/s200/praying_couple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BEING ABLE TO FOCUS ON THE &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LONG-TERM THINGS. WHAT REALLY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; MATTERS AND WHAT I WANT IN 50 YEARS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND NOT AT WHAT I THINK I WANT &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AT THE MOMENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/Sb2947Spr6I/AAAAAAAAAjw/V7foUK0pcJw/s1600-h/old_couple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313611921053298594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/Sb2947Spr6I/AAAAAAAAAjw/V7foUK0pcJw/s200/old_couple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/Sb295ft2pkI/AAAAAAAAAj4/f-DIAkyvGp4/s1600-h/praying_couple.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966834837549111751-1696421494099836516?l=mrscainsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1696421494099836516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966834837549111751&amp;postID=1696421494099836516&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/1696421494099836516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/1696421494099836516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/2009/03/ultimate-pregnancy-favorites.html' title='ULTIMATE PREGNANCY FAVORITES'/><author><name>Melanie Cain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SHEI73ypsTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X8H7Qvmt4Qs/S220/IMG_3108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/Sb27DWVSZrI/AAAAAAAAAjo/9Nt8hvFwI5g/s72-c/GreysAnatomy-S4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966834837549111751.post-4689783121249469263</id><published>2009-03-08T15:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T15:49:43.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love This</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s7.photobucket.com/albums/y269/Jessicrowe19/?action=view&amp;amp;current=LOVEIT.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 314px; height: 209px;" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y269/Jessicrowe19/LOVEIT.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966834837549111751-4689783121249469263?l=mrscainsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4689783121249469263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966834837549111751&amp;postID=4689783121249469263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/4689783121249469263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/4689783121249469263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/2009/03/love-this.html' title='Love This'/><author><name>Melanie Cain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SHEI73ypsTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X8H7Qvmt4Qs/S220/IMG_3108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966834837549111751.post-2266729196755542178</id><published>2009-02-28T14:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T14:15:54.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'>29 Weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/Sam21UFjDLI/AAAAAAAAAhg/w9Ad9L-quaY/s1600-h/IMG_0037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/Sam21UFjDLI/AAAAAAAAAhg/w9Ad9L-quaY/s200/IMG_0037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307974662874139826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, I am starting to count down. Only 11 weeks left to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/Sam3gZPj4DI/AAAAAAAAAhw/IlTWLXir05A/s1600-h/IMG_0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/Sam3gZPj4DI/AAAAAAAAAhw/IlTWLXir05A/s200/IMG_0038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307975402992689202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966834837549111751-2266729196755542178?l=mrscainsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2266729196755542178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966834837549111751&amp;postID=2266729196755542178&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/2266729196755542178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/2266729196755542178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/2009/02/29-weeks.html' title='29 Weeks'/><author><name>Melanie Cain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SHEI73ypsTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X8H7Qvmt4Qs/S220/IMG_3108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/Sam21UFjDLI/AAAAAAAAAhg/w9Ad9L-quaY/s72-c/IMG_0037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966834837549111751.post-3171451909389172283</id><published>2009-02-19T22:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T22:27:14.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Registry</title><content type='html'>I finally registered at Target and Walmart for baby stuff. A lot of stuff is only available online  which I didn't notice until afterwards. I might add more later but was too lazy to walk around at the store so spent last saturday doing it online. I don't have an exact date for the shower yet but know for sure it will either be the end of April or the first part of May, for all you who have been asking. We decided to name him Keldon David. I am not sure if I want to spell it that way yet or not. Kelden, Keldin, or Keldon. What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966834837549111751-3171451909389172283?l=mrscainsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3171451909389172283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966834837549111751&amp;postID=3171451909389172283&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/3171451909389172283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/3171451909389172283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/2009/02/baby-registry.html' title='Baby Registry'/><author><name>Melanie Cain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SHEI73ypsTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X8H7Qvmt4Qs/S220/IMG_3108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966834837549111751.post-184796412164656627</id><published>2009-02-19T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T09:24:26.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of Counterfeit Cookies</title><content type='html'>DEFINITION of Counterfeit:&lt;br /&gt;A counterfeit is an imitation (ie, a &lt;a title="Fake" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fake"&gt;fake&lt;/a&gt;) made usually with the intent to deceptively represent its content or origins, thus increasing sales appeal due to the reputation of the imitated product. The word counterfeit most frequently describes forgeries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a confession to make, a hilarious one at that. Have you ever been asked to do or help with something that you didn't want to do, but that you felt obligated to do? Of course you have, we all have right? Well, sometimes we find ourselves saying yes to things that are way over our head. Yes I have made sugar cookies before, yes I know how to make them, no I don't have the room or the supplies or the patience or the time, but "Sure I would love to bring sugar cookies for our mutual girls New Beginnings on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday night- I am at winco....... the list in my head says "EGGS!" You have to have eggs to make cookies. Pink frosting means food coloring which you don't have Melanie. Oh well, do white and add red sprinkles. You can get away with that. I head down the baking isle and suddenly there is a gleam of light shining down on this&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SZ2NSadvfzI/AAAAAAAAAgo/_WjfyvHcSyY/s1600-h/IMG_0033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304551283593543474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SZ2NSadvfzI/AAAAAAAAAgo/_WjfyvHcSyY/s200/IMG_0033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; glorious lifesaver. Are you kidding me I say out loud? In a package, they make this in a package? Where the crap have I been? Oh that is right? My mother didn't believe in making things out of a box and I am committing Carver food tradition suicide if I purchase this. To understand my guilty conscience, you would have to understand how I was raised. My family made fun of people that made stuff only from a box and who always brought store bought stuff to potlucks. My mother had a conniption fit every time someone brought home a store bought pizza or dessert. Frosting in a can is nasty people. I don't care how hard you try to justify it, it is just plain nasty. BUT, did you know they made&lt;em&gt; cream cheese &lt;/em&gt;canned frosting? I managed to swallow my pride and put it in the cart. I roll over to the dairy section and pick up some crescent rolls. While browsing the section I notice, refrigerated sugar cookie dough in a roll!!!!!!!!!!! I read the direction which say "GREAT FOR ROLLED COOKIES." Rolled cookies? Oh yes, when you make sugar cookies you need a rolling pin. DUH. Do I have one, of course not, I live in a trailer so small I store half my glassware on top of my microwave! I purchase a rolling pin. Half way home, half way home I realize that I am suppose to make heart shaped cookies. The deserts are supposed to be all heart shaped. I have a snowman will that work? Ha. I go to another store to frantically search for a heart shaped cutter. It is now 8:00 p.m. and I still have to make dinner, mind you I haven't been home from work yet. No heart cutter. After dinner, my optimistic husband says, Melanie who cares, just cut out your own hearts. Um okay, let me just whip out some imaginary talent Chris and bust out the best ghetto counterfeit cookies ever made. Laugh, Laugh! Sooooo..............................................................................................................................................................That is exactly what I did. I took pictures to prove it.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SZ2P3U1sdJI/AAAAAAAAAgw/qvxUNKGAbUw/s1600-h/IMG_0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304554116761810066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SZ2P3U1sdJI/AAAAAAAAAgw/qvxUNKGAbUw/s200/IMG_0028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SZ2P3mSv_xI/AAAAAAAAAg4/grVgJNd33Sk/s1600-h/IMG_0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304554121447079698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SZ2P3mSv_xI/AAAAAAAAAg4/grVgJNd33Sk/s200/IMG_0029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SZ2P4bwMUoI/AAAAAAAAAhI/-2ZTimA9OII/s1600-h/IMG_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304554135797650050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SZ2P4bwMUoI/AAAAAAAAAhI/-2ZTimA9OII/s200/IMG_0031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SZ2P4SDcocI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/z0cHeAV77Go/s1600-h/IMG_0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304554133194056130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SZ2P4SDcocI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/z0cHeAV77Go/s200/IMG_0032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SZ2P39yxl_I/AAAAAAAAAhA/kg_rO9iDF_Y/s1600-h/IMG_0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304554127755417586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SZ2P39yxl_I/AAAAAAAAAhA/kg_rO9iDF_Y/s200/IMG_0030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As you can see, I have no counter space. I hardly have enough room to butter my toast when it pops out of the toaster on that counter and I managed to roll out a dozen cookies on that bad boy. If you look closely, you can see my very updated and classy wallpaper as well as very crooked and ugly hearts with the exception of the one on the top left side of the pan in the picture on the bottom. That was the first one. I had the same feeling making those cookies as I did in middle school T-Ping some one's house. It is just wrong, but it is exhilarating knowing that who will most likely get away with it. I felt bad though, would my mother roll over in her grave? Definitely! Would my sister laugh hysterically, for sure! The best part of the whole story is the end result. All the cookies got eaten. The other person that made cookies used white frosting and red sprinkles as well. Mine were bigger, but there was less of them. After the program I went in to the kitchen to help. Mind you, everyone that I am in Young Women's with make up the Suzy Homemakers of my ward. I love all their cooking, and they make practically everything homemade and its good too. So back to the story. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There is a box sitting on the counter of left over, unfrosted cookies. And next to the box........is a &lt;strong&gt;can&lt;/strong&gt; of cream cheese frosting, which happens to be the exact brand and flavor that I used. What did I get myself all worked up for? Mine turned out to be more homemade!!!!!!!!!!! I WIN. Moral of the story- Don't get flustered over stupid stuff, that won't matter a year from now and makes an excellent and entertaining blog post!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966834837549111751-184796412164656627?l=mrscainsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/184796412164656627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966834837549111751&amp;postID=184796412164656627&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/184796412164656627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/184796412164656627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/2009/02/confessions-of-counterfeit-cookies.html' title='Confessions of Counterfeit Cookies'/><author><name>Melanie Cain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SHEI73ypsTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X8H7Qvmt4Qs/S220/IMG_3108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SZ2NSadvfzI/AAAAAAAAAgo/_WjfyvHcSyY/s72-c/IMG_0033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966834837549111751.post-8227021669071563011</id><published>2009-02-14T17:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T18:12:26.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines Day &amp; 27 weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SZd0p7yvHzI/AAAAAAAAAgg/qEpI1CeZFW8/s1600-h/27wks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SZd0p7yvHzI/AAAAAAAAAgg/qEpI1CeZFW8/s320/27wks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302835350026002226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;27 Weeks Pregnant (BEFORE DINNER :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I had an awesome Valentines Day! We celebrated Friday night. I decided to make it all about my husband instead of whining and moaning that it wasn't all about me this year. I got him a card, knowing he wouldn't get one for me because he isn't a card person, but still got him one because I love cards. I made a dinner reservation for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cedars&lt;/span&gt;. Chris ate their once with a friend and has compared every steak he has even eaten since then to their "Filet Mignon!" It is the most expensive place ever and we are the cheapest people ever so I don't know how I got away with taking him there. I told him to be ready to leave by 6:30. When we were dating I made a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cd&lt;/span&gt; of all the oldies love songs we listened to while working together remodeling trailers. I popped it in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cd&lt;/span&gt; player and started our favorite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Beatles&lt;/span&gt; song about love as he walked in the door, me curling my hair and all gussied up. I told him that since we were going on a date, he had to open all the doors for me and so on. (Has never happened before you see?) He even put on a collared shirt, took off his hat and combed his hair. He opens the truck door, "Here you go my dear, " or some silly comment.  As we drive down the road, I recognize the song we just heard. He had taken the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cd&lt;/span&gt; out of the player and put it in the truck for our little drive. Slick eh? We go to dinner and we go all out for the first time ever. I did an hour and half massage- cash client earlier in the day and told myself I couldn't spend more than what I had earned. We had salmon artichoke dip as an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;appetizer&lt;/span&gt;, raspberry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Italian&lt;/span&gt; sodas for drinks, Chris had clam chowder and I had salad. Then we both ordered the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Biergarten&lt;/span&gt;              Steak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;i style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;House Specialty 8 oz.              &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;filet&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;mignon&lt;/span&gt; basted with beer and spices, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;at a small price of $33 a piece!!!!!!!!!!!! Not only that, but we were feeling rich cause we added &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;coconut&lt;/span&gt; shrimp to the side of that! No dessert folks, we had orange cream bars calling our name at home. I had just enough cash to cover our meal and the tip, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; not enough for the oxygen machine I was in much need of after inhaling that much food. My ribs are already expanded to the max and when we got done, my deep breaths were these pathetic little puffs. So the best part is to come. I went to the bathroom and when I came out, Chris is opening the door to go outside. We walk out and the pickup is running and parked right in front so I didn't have to walk to the parking lot :) It is getting good now, I am not freaking out about the $100+  I threw down on dinner as much as I was before. We get home&lt;/span&gt; and I put the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;cd&lt;/span&gt; back in and put it on the old classic "Stand by Me." Jokingly but not really, I asked Chris to come dance with me. We laughed and joked about half way through it but it was the best ever. Afterwards we snuggled up to a chick flick and enjoyed orange cream bars in the comfort of our own little cozy bed. I fell in love with my husband all over again in one night. This morning when we woke up he asked if he could make me breakfast! Ha ha...... That is too long of a story to tell. I ended up with egos and burnt bacon! It is hard to put trust in a non-carver bred man to cook. He did redo the bacon and I was quite pleased to be served breakfast. And the day went on happily ever after. Great Valentines Day, I hope everyone had a good one as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966834837549111751-8227021669071563011?l=mrscainsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8227021669071563011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966834837549111751&amp;postID=8227021669071563011&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/8227021669071563011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/8227021669071563011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day-27-weeks.html' title='Valentines Day &amp; 27 weeks'/><author><name>Melanie Cain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SHEI73ypsTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X8H7Qvmt4Qs/S220/IMG_3108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SZd0p7yvHzI/AAAAAAAAAgg/qEpI1CeZFW8/s72-c/27wks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966834837549111751.post-1387906670962477444</id><published>2009-02-12T09:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T10:23:03.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on Pregnancy, Marriage &amp; Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SZRaA4kH8II/AAAAAAAAAgY/GUV--Hgax8g/s1600-h/26wksside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SZRaA4kH8II/AAAAAAAAAgY/GUV--Hgax8g/s320/26wksside.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301961632552317058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PREGO THOUGHTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there might just be a baby in there. Ya think? Golly I am getting big. 13 weeks to go already. I am trying to decide if I want to take pregnancy pictures. It seems that there are a lot of opinions out there about showing off your bare tummy. I guess it makes some people uncomfortable because it did not use to be fashionable to wear tight tummy shirts and be proud of that bump. However, I disagree. I think being pregnant is beautiful. I guess I work with skin all day so maybe I am just use to it. It amazes me how our bodies adapt and stretch to make room for these little miracles. It's not like I am walking around with a string bikini on letting everything hang out, but I want some pictures more for myself to look back on. My sister just got a really nice camera so if I do it, I will have her take them. I would never go somewhere to have a stranger photograph me, that is creepy to me. But my sister, heck yes! It would be soooooo much fun.&lt;br /&gt;   She (Kim) is moving to a new house finally. I am so excited for her. She has a big porch that wraps around the house and is excited about having my baby shower there in May. I can't wait to be spoiled rotten and talk about babies and eat food all day with all my favorite people.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UPDATE ON OTHER STUFF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else have I been up to? I feel like a blogging drop out. I made a promise/New Years resolution to not write about anything unless it is positive (in my journal or blog). So...... yeah, haven't written for a while. I am working on my tax stuff and its been a nightmare. I am redoing my books for the past year in a different program and I am on month 2 of doing data entry. Chris's boss gave us a scare about firing him last month, but took it back. We are de-junking and getting ready for baby. Our extra bedroom has been more like a garage for the past two years, so he has been taking loads over to his moms house to store at the shop. We are planning on painting and getting the carpet cleaned for baby's  room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I hope I can have enough patience to get through the next couple of months. I don't deal well with change and it seems as though this year has been a test of my character. I miss my mom like crazy every day,  I am realizing that marriage is the hardest thing I have ever had to work at, and my dad got remarried and I am having a hard time letting him go. I feel as though we are closer than we ever have and that I am the parent right now, raising a lost and confused teenager and letting him date and make decisions all by himself and in the mix trying to be not only his mom but his friend. Overall my pregnancy has been pretty good, although the hormones and eating habits have been outrageous. I made the comment the other day to my husband that I finally think in the last month that the whole crazy prego woman thing they warn you about in the books is finally starting to present itself. He just looked at me and said, "Are you serious? You think that it is just now starting....Ha, right!&lt;br /&gt;   I am stressing that I am stressing. Does that make sense? I wish I could just relax and enjoy the ride. I taught in young women's the other day. "Finding Joy in Now!" Wow, what an eye opener for me. I have such a hard time with that concept. I get so stuck on the material and temporal things all the time and get into this funk.  I really enjoyed teaching the lesson and challenged the girls to make a list of things that they can do now to ensure long-lasting joy in their future. I have made my own personal goal list: 1)Make a Happy Book- write down positive thoughts and reflections from the day or things I am thankful for. 2) Read my scriptures and say my personal prayers as much as possible. 3) Go to the temple more. 4) Have an escape from anger &amp;amp; frustration plan: go for a drive, a walk, read a book etc, instead of yelling, fretting and crying.  5) Remember who I am. 6) What would my mother tell me to do? What would she think? 7) Focus on Eternal things, not temporal 8) Pray for my Husband. 9) Instead of complaining about what is going wrong, think of solutions on how to fix it or change it 10) Don't expect perfection 11) Believe in something better 12) There are always more choices than you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am realizing that it is a everyday battle to choose happiness over misery. It really is a choice, although we often feel like we are forced to feel that way by another person's actions, or something outside our control, inevitable things like TAXES!!!!! I think that each individual deals with these things differently. My husband for example is an optimist 362 days of the year, always looking at what he can do different or how to fix it. I have a harder time, because I can't even see past the problem to even think about visualizing a decent outcome so I get stuck in a depressing rut. I think everyone takes a ride on this roller coaster and we spend a lot of time trying to figure out what IT IS. What are we doing wrong, how can we do better and then in the simple quiet moments, usually when things are actually going well and going our way, we positively think to ourselves.... Duh,  it's LIFE. My goal is to be able to have this attitude more often, to let things just come as they will and find JOY IN THE JOURNEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Our realization of what is most important in life goes hand in  hand with gratitude for our blessings...........Brothers and sisters, my sincere prayer is that we may adapt to the changes in our lives, that we may realize what is most important, that we may express our gratitude always and thus find joy in the journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;" President Monson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966834837549111751-1387906670962477444?l=mrscainsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1387906670962477444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966834837549111751&amp;postID=1387906670962477444&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/1387906670962477444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/1387906670962477444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/2009/02/thoughts-on-pregnancy-marriage-life.html' title='Thoughts on Pregnancy, Marriage &amp; Life'/><author><name>Melanie Cain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SHEI73ypsTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X8H7Qvmt4Qs/S220/IMG_3108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SZRaA4kH8II/AAAAAAAAAgY/GUV--Hgax8g/s72-c/26wksside.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966834837549111751.post-9220852608055360411</id><published>2009-02-10T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T16:01:44.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SZIVSS029gI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/IDiW9Y5u1u8/s1600-h/icecream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SZIVSS029gI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/IDiW9Y5u1u8/s320/icecream.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301323115403867650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been getting a lot of crap from people about not having any pictures up lately so I took one with my phone the other night to send to my sister Sherri and just figured out how to e-mail it to myself off my phone. I was eating ice cream and cracking up at myself because the bowl sit right on my fat little tummy like the in the movies. It is kind of blurry......We got our new camera today so I will be back to posting pictures once again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966834837549111751-9220852608055360411?l=mrscainsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/9220852608055360411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966834837549111751&amp;postID=9220852608055360411&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/9220852608055360411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/9220852608055360411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/2009/02/funny-picture.html' title='Funny Picture'/><author><name>Melanie Cain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SHEI73ypsTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X8H7Qvmt4Qs/S220/IMG_3108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SZIVSS029gI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/IDiW9Y5u1u8/s72-c/icecream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966834837549111751.post-5156516261064628647</id><published>2009-02-06T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T20:01:08.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I tried to change my background and it won't let me. It will only do part of it. GRRRRR, I hate being a blonde!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966834837549111751-5156516261064628647?l=mrscainsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5156516261064628647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966834837549111751&amp;postID=5156516261064628647&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/5156516261064628647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/5156516261064628647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-tried-to-change-my-background-and-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie Cain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SHEI73ypsTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X8H7Qvmt4Qs/S220/IMG_3108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966834837549111751.post-8729352223241109482</id><published>2009-01-26T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T22:43:25.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUN BABY STUFF</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SX6tAj8daKI/AAAAAAAAAgI/cqEUGfYvNmc/s1600-h/baby+bedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SX6tAj8daKI/AAAAAAAAAgI/cqEUGfYvNmc/s320/baby+bedding.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295860436994713762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am officially excited for the baby to come. I have hit the 6 month mark and am on the downhill side of the journey. I have been really good about being patient and not getting a lot of stuff too early. Its hard to buy stuff when you might find a better deal later. I have been looking for a stroller and hate to spend $300 on something new when I can spend $100 on a used one in almost perfect shape. Since Tri-Cities doesn't have much to offer, I have been checking Boise's Craigslist out and got lucky today. I got a really nice Eddie Bauer Stroller, car seat and base for $100. Sherri went and picked it up and said it was in awesome condition. I finally ordered bedding, I had ordered a plain one earlier and we sent it back because it came in a butterscotch color instead of cream. My husband is picky, He is not like other men. He actually has an opinion on more than just the name, like the stroller color and the bedding, no polka dots, neutral colors blah, blah, blah. It cracks me up. So I spend the extra money and got one that we can use for both a girl and a boy. We will see how it works. I have the nursery all planned out in my head finally. I figured it out during a massage today. Brown baskets to organize under the changing table and my funky retro lamp from the office.  I also placed an add on craigslist advertising to trade massage for baby items and got like 5 e-mails and a couple of calls today. So hopefully I will get some great stuff and not even have to write a check!!! That is the best ever, I love my job! And I love babies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966834837549111751-8729352223241109482?l=mrscainsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8729352223241109482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966834837549111751&amp;postID=8729352223241109482&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/8729352223241109482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/8729352223241109482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/2009/01/fun-baby-stuff.html' title='FUN BABY STUFF'/><author><name>Melanie Cain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SHEI73ypsTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X8H7Qvmt4Qs/S220/IMG_3108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SX6tAj8daKI/AAAAAAAAAgI/cqEUGfYvNmc/s72-c/baby+bedding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966834837549111751.post-3716667135075277450</id><published>2008-12-29T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T17:22:04.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IT IS A BOY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I am really busy right now and lost my camera over Christmas, so when I have a second I will blog something good. Important details are: we are having a boy, Christmas was wonderful, I am busy at work, the snow is gone and my dad is getting married next week. More details to come, until then ta ta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966834837549111751-3716667135075277450?l=mrscainsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3716667135075277450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966834837549111751&amp;postID=3716667135075277450&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/3716667135075277450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/3716667135075277450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-is-boy-i-am-really-busy-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie Cain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SHEI73ypsTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X8H7Qvmt4Qs/S220/IMG_3108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966834837549111751.post-7710042494234933373</id><published>2008-12-09T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:18:07.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/ST6nDS5-VQI/AAAAAAAAAe8/wc7RrUkrbSc/s1600-h/IMG_3529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277839488381244674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/ST6nDS5-VQI/AAAAAAAAAe8/wc7RrUkrbSc/s320/IMG_3529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;17 1/2 Weeks&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Look at that Tummy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966834837549111751-7710042494234933373?l=mrscainsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7710042494234933373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966834837549111751&amp;postID=7710042494234933373&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/7710042494234933373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/7710042494234933373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/2008/12/17-12-weeks-look-at-that-tummy.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie Cain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SHEI73ypsTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X8H7Qvmt4Qs/S220/IMG_3108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/ST6nDS5-VQI/AAAAAAAAAe8/wc7RrUkrbSc/s72-c/IMG_3529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966834837549111751.post-240478973316928324</id><published>2008-11-30T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T10:09:08.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Reflections</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/STLqu6M4n-I/AAAAAAAAAe0/xhlzfR0Wnn8/s1600-h/IMG_3507.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274536205222453218" style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/STLpSQYus-I/AAAAAAAAAds/kkJyH3a-MGA/s320/IMG_3494.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/STLpSoM91QI/AAAAAAAAAd0/CkhOSKE9kSw/s1600-h/IMG_3492.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274534619842991362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/STLpSoM91QI/AAAAAAAAAd0/CkhOSKE9kSw/s320/IMG_3492.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made it through the first big Holiday without my mom and it was super hard. I thought I had a pretty good handle on things emotionally and the day my sister Sherri and I tried to make 6 pies just like my mom I lost it. I was stressed out all day and up and down. I can't believe how much it hurts that she is gone. We ran into so many little problems that we wouldn't have had if mom were there. Only 2 good pie pans for 6 pies, no clove for the pumpkin pie, old flour and sugar. My mom always kept the cupboards overstocked, if you ran out of something, right behind it was another one or the next trip to the store she would replace it. Dad doesn't do things the same way.&lt;br /&gt;  Wednesday was the first day in my life I have ever made a pie crust from scratch all by myself. Pretty pathetic if you know my moms baking legacy huh? Well, whenever she would have me help, she couldn't stand to watch you mess it up so she would take it away to show you how to do it right but you never really got to practice. Sherri and I were hoping that the crusts would come out at least edible. One time, I got distracted and couldn't remember how much flour I had measured. I kind of made it up and what do you know? I think it turned out better than the other ones I made. Sherri made the rolls Thanksgiving morning and Carson and I cut them out and baked them.   The rest of the pictures are from after dinner, Sharon and Dad's picture came out cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966834837549111751-240478973316928324?l=mrscainsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/240478973316928324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966834837549111751&amp;postID=240478973316928324&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/240478973316928324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/240478973316928324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving-reflections.html' title='Thanksgiving Reflections'/><author><name>Melanie Cain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SHEI73ypsTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X8H7Qvmt4Qs/S220/IMG_3108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/STLqu6M4n-I/AAAAAAAAAe0/xhlzfR0Wnn8/s72-c/IMG_3507.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966834837549111751.post-1976550041427466563</id><published>2008-11-21T13:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T13:37:54.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SSco4Ox-PiI/AAAAAAAAAdk/btqCTwkyMRA/s1600-h/North+Shore064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SSco4Ox-PiI/AAAAAAAAAdk/btqCTwkyMRA/s320/North+Shore064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271226835365936674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today I tried to think of all the good memories I had from Hawaii so I decided to post some pictures of the things I liked or enjoyed. The waterfall we hiked to. Chris and his 30 piece Sushi platter. The awesome sunset I snapped the last night in Oahu at Waikiki Beach. 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SScnAyXWRVI/AAAAAAAAAc0/kdJi3LvjpHs/s320/North+Shore029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271224783333639506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SScnAqSjzgI/AAAAAAAAAcs/rR-dZcptgNM/s1600-h/North+Shore019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SScnAqSjzgI/AAAAAAAAAcs/rR-dZcptgNM/s320/North+Shore019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271224781166071298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966834837549111751-1976550041427466563?l=mrscainsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1976550041427466563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966834837549111751&amp;postID=1976550041427466563&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/1976550041427466563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/1976550041427466563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/2008/11/today-i-tried-to-think-of-all-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie Cain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SHEI73ypsTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X8H7Qvmt4Qs/S220/IMG_3108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SSco4Ox-PiI/AAAAAAAAAdk/btqCTwkyMRA/s72-c/North+Shore064.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966834837549111751.post-2458997443525961679</id><published>2008-11-20T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T13:38:14.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DISASTER VACATION</title><content type='html'>Okay... for all of you who were jealous that I was having a glorious vacation in Hawaii soaking up the sun and thinking I was brave for going with 6 boys.... I have news for you. I DID NOT HAVE A GLORIOUS TIME AND I WASN'T BRAVE, I WAS STUPID!!!!!!!! I don't want to go off for the next hour because it would take too much energy and it wouldn't be enough to describe my feelings. Here is a brief summary.... We put 1300 miles on a rental car.... ON AN ISLAND! Where you can only go so far. Its because no one communicated, we got lost all the time and boys are incapable of making plans and actually following through with them. Do you know how much sand 6 boys can track into a condo and a rental car in 9 days and how bad rash guards stink when they aren't washed for several days. That's just the little annoying things. We had free tickets to the Polynesian culture center and night show and they didn't want to go to a "GAY" Luau and wanted to go to some local little place that a band was playing instead. Those are like $60 dollar tickets... and we ended up staying home and not doing anything. One day we got lost and drove around beach to beach to find a "good surf" and were in the car for 4 hours. Not to mention we listened to horrible hip hop rap crap music and listened to the retarded boys in the back seat make raps up and sing the chorus to inappropriate songs the whole time we drove around. We would drive down the road looking for a place to eat, okay guys where do you want to go? Silence.... no one even said anything. If I were to put a red dot everywhere we went in the 9 days we were there on a map of the island I bet you I would end up coloring it in with a marker.  I almost slit my wrists I swear and I cried like a baby more than once in my room out of frustration!!!!! I did get a tan and the good news is the baby starting moving in the middle of the week so I had something to be happy about. I brought a book with me, "At First Sight," by Nicolas Sparks which saved my bacon.  Lessons learned: Go on vacation with women, have a plan before you leave, don't book a red eye flight home just because its cheaper because its not worth the money saved and bring 2 books if you stay over a week, not one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966834837549111751-2458997443525961679?l=mrscainsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2458997443525961679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966834837549111751&amp;postID=2458997443525961679&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/2458997443525961679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/2458997443525961679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/2008/11/disaster-vacation.html' title='DISASTER VACATION'/><author><name>Melanie Cain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SHEI73ypsTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X8H7Qvmt4Qs/S220/IMG_3108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966834837549111751.post-2865759126107546252</id><published>2008-11-11T23:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T00:00:48.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aloha!</title><content type='html'>Aloha Friends! I can't believe I was crazy enough to go on a week long vacation with 6 guys! It has been an adventure to say the least. I think we have drove everywhere on the island of Oahu that you can.  We have made 3 round trips from the airport to the North Shore (2 hours each) to downtown Honolulu and around Waikiki several times and too many other places to remember. We even tried finding the perfect beach on the other side of the island today and ended up staying at Waikiki after 4 HOURS IN THE CAR! GGRRRR! I was so ready to get out. So here is what we have done the last couple days not including today because I am too lazy to get the pictures off my camera right now. It is currently 9:30pm  here and the boys walked down to the Turtle Bay Resort to try and sneak into the hot tub!!!&lt;br /&gt;These pictures are completely out of order but I'll explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SRqDeqZ7SUI/AAAAAAAAAcU/tXI7iCeCdbw/s1600-h/Hawaii+North+Shore063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SRqDeqZ7SUI/AAAAAAAAAcU/tXI7iCeCdbw/s320/Hawaii+North+Shore063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267667276965562690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Before we rented surf boards, the boys with their boggie boards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SRqDeD_vpFI/AAAAAAAAAcE/37xtQ3woh_U/s1600-h/Hawaii+North+Shore070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SRqDeD_vpFI/AAAAAAAAAcE/37xtQ3woh_U/s320/Hawaii+North+Shore070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267667266655200338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dan &amp;amp; Trent Paddling out to catch some big waves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SRqDd0jy98I/AAAAAAAAAb8/Nbn-ESm__00/s1600-h/Hawaii+North+Shore060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SRqDd0jy98I/AAAAAAAAAb8/Nbn-ESm__00/s320/Hawaii+North+Shore060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267667262511445954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Turtle Bay Resort- on the way to the public beach where we snorkled and spear fished&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SRqDdjJWthI/AAAAAAAAAb0/ZfOAQYloOd0/s1600-h/Hawaii+North+Shore099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SRqDdjJWthI/AAAAAAAAAb0/ZfOAQYloOd0/s320/Hawaii+North+Shore099.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267667257837139474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The surf board rental guy helping the boys put the board on the Van.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SRqBjnIWTkI/AAAAAAAAAbs/XRGHRYPRa8c/s1600-h/Hawaii+North+Shore105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SRqBjnIWTkI/AAAAAAAAAbs/XRGHRYPRa8c/s320/Hawaii+North+Shore105.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267665162962619970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The first attempt to ride the big boy waves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SRqBi2cc_0I/AAAAAAAAAbc/wfjBpwYjazU/s1600-h/Hawaii+North+Shore065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SRqBi2cc_0I/AAAAAAAAAbc/wfjBpwYjazU/s320/Hawaii+North+Shore065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267665149893607234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris and I somewhere on the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SRqBiQG3t2I/AAAAAAAAAbU/dR2L5dC9hfg/s1600-h/Hawaii+North+Shore062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SRqBiQG3t2I/AAAAAAAAAbU/dR2L5dC9hfg/s320/Hawaii+North+Shore062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267665139602536290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Left side of Turtle Beach Resort- Where the boys went the first day of surfing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SRqBh_Uc5vI/AAAAAAAAAbM/GV_nx7095_8/s1600-h/Hawaii+North+Shore061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SRqBh_Uc5vI/AAAAAAAAAbM/GV_nx7095_8/s320/Hawaii+North+Shore061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267665135096096498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SRqBjT9-9iI/AAAAAAAAAbk/U0MWKvWGecM/s1600-h/Hawaii+North+Shore094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SRqBjT9-9iI/AAAAAAAAAbk/U0MWKvWGecM/s320/Hawaii+North+Shore094.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267665157818873378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris got the first fish with the spear. (on the public beach)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the close up of the little guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SRqDeTWTj5I/AAAAAAAAAcM/V77EUGpbLFs/s1600-h/Hawaii+North+Shore096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SRqDeTWTj5I/AAAAAAAAAcM/V77EUGpbLFs/s320/Hawaii+North+Shore096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267667270776360850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other things we have done:&lt;br /&gt;Eaten Acai Bowls which is like this yogert and cold stuff from acai berries and granola and banana and strawberry or whatever topping you want. We have gone to FoodLand, Costco and Walmart so far. Boys eat a lot of food and snackies. We saw big fat sea turtles yesterday and Michael and I both touched them, even though you are not suppose to. Chris and Dan climbed a coconut tree after pulling over on the side of the road to find one, cut them open or hammered I guess with a hammer and a screwdriver and drank the juice. We have eaten 2 fresh pineapples, made spaghetti and Hawaiian haystacks for dinners, pizza and sandwiches. Caught some little lizards, Drove around the BYU campus and LDS Temple and hung out with Trent's sister Lauren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966834837549111751-2865759126107546252?l=mrscainsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2865759126107546252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966834837549111751&amp;postID=2865759126107546252&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/2865759126107546252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/2865759126107546252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/2008/11/aloha.html' title='Aloha!'/><author><name>Melanie Cain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SHEI73ypsTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X8H7Qvmt4Qs/S220/IMG_3108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SRqDeqZ7SUI/AAAAAAAAAcU/tXI7iCeCdbw/s72-c/Hawaii+North+Shore063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966834837549111751.post-1285425989131056530</id><published>2008-11-07T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T23:01:06.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO LONG PASCO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HAWAII HERE WE COME &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966834837549111751-1285425989131056530?l=mrscainsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1285425989131056530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966834837549111751&amp;postID=1285425989131056530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/1285425989131056530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/1285425989131056530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-long-pasco-hawaii-here-we-come.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie Cain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SHEI73ypsTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X8H7Qvmt4Qs/S220/IMG_3108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966834837549111751.post-8448602215099668069</id><published>2008-11-04T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T20:02:35.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Days Before HAWAII!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SREYKgezcRI/AAAAAAAAAbE/F9NFjk9IZDw/s1600-h/0-honolulu_master.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SREYKgezcRI/AAAAAAAAAbE/F9NFjk9IZDw/s320/0-honolulu_master.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265016008169713938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SREX_DRP1YI/AAAAAAAAAa8/YmVGvJYwYDo/s1600-h/North+Shore+Popup+Waimea+Bay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SREX_DRP1YI/AAAAAAAAAa8/YmVGvJYwYDo/s320/North+Shore+Popup+Waimea+Bay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265015811349665154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SREX-6t2fmI/AAAAAAAAAa0/y5dQ1SE0iAw/s1600-h/North+Shore+Break.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SREX-6t2fmI/AAAAAAAAAa0/y5dQ1SE0iAw/s320/North+Shore+Break.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265015809053720162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going to Hawaii in 3 days. We drive to Portland on Saturday(the 8th) and fly out in the afternoon, arriving in Honolulu around 5 p.m. We fly home on the 16th which is a Sunday red eye flight. There are 6 of us going and we are staying in a condo on the north shore.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I will be the only girl, YES, the ONLY GIRL. It should be interesting, hanging out with a bunch of energetic youngsters including my husband.  Vans Triple Crown of Surfing is a pro surfing competition going on while we are there.  The boys are excited to try surfing. I might get a massage on the beach and spend some time doing my own thing since Chris will have other people to keep him busy. Maybe I will even get a tan to bronze up this scary white body of mine. I am hoping to feel better by next week. I made it through the first 12 weeks of pregnancy without throwing up and after this weekend I guess my "Mind Over Matter," technique expired because I puked Sunday night after our drive home from Seattle and this morning again. Evidently, the car sickness that I usually get when I am NOT pregnant is exacerbated when I am. UUUUGGGG! I hate throwing up.  Maybe going to Hawaii will magically solve all my problems and I can float away in a happy blissful wave with no cares.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966834837549111751-8448602215099668069?l=mrscainsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8448602215099668069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966834837549111751&amp;postID=8448602215099668069&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/8448602215099668069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/8448602215099668069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/2008/11/3-days-before-hawaii.html' title='3 Days Before HAWAII!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Melanie Cain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SHEI73ypsTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X8H7Qvmt4Qs/S220/IMG_3108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SREYKgezcRI/AAAAAAAAAbE/F9NFjk9IZDw/s72-c/0-honolulu_master.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966834837549111751.post-5379188253970524606</id><published>2008-10-23T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T11:58:31.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Only 1 Baby in There!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had my appointment with Dr. Salisbury yesterday. We were only suppose to hear the heartbeat and I don't think he was planning on doing an ultrasound but as soon as he had me lay down, Chris made the comment that I have been worried about twins! I was at first, and then I got over it but there is always that little scare in the back of my mind, this being my first and not really knowing what to expect. So..... Dr. says, well lets just go across the hall and I will take a quick look just to make sure, free of charge! I am flipped out. FREE... NICE!!!! So there is only one and this picture is bad because it is a picture of the picture and he said not to look at the measurements because he doesn't think they are accurate. He was having a hard time getting a shot of the length. It looks like a blob to me but we did see the heart beat. Chris was asking a bunch of questions about the ultrasound and trying to understand how to see everything and what it was. It was cute. Oh, I found out I am O- so Chris has to find out what blood type he is to rule out the RH factor stuff. So long story short, I like my Dr. and we are only having one baby.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SQDIqaU7HcI/AAAAAAAAAWo/ka_txUd_NGg/s1600-h/11weekultrasound102208.jpg.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260424995715882434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SQDIqaU7HcI/AAAAAAAAAWo/ka_txUd_NGg/s320/11weekultrasound102208.jpg.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This picture with my belly button is for you Sherri!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SQDIt1W7n2I/AAAAAAAAAWw/WW9x1QI_fQo/s1600-h/10.5week.jpg.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260425054511669090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SQDIt1W7n2I/AAAAAAAAAWw/WW9x1QI_fQo/s320/10.5week.jpg.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966834837549111751-5379188253970524606?l=mrscainsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5379188253970524606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966834837549111751&amp;postID=5379188253970524606&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/5379188253970524606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/5379188253970524606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/only-1-baby-in-there.html' title='Only 1 Baby in There!'/><author><name>Melanie Cain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SHEI73ypsTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X8H7Qvmt4Qs/S220/IMG_3108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SQDIqaU7HcI/AAAAAAAAAWo/ka_txUd_NGg/s72-c/11weekultrasound102208.jpg.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966834837549111751.post-3123233841972996454</id><published>2008-10-18T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T12:18:06.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SPo15NuJLmI/AAAAAAAAAWY/njsNCvb2tLA/s1600-h/IMG_3222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258574771960491618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SPo15NuJLmI/AAAAAAAAAWY/njsNCvb2tLA/s320/IMG_3222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Weeks Pregnant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SPo15ROnTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/AeRJkWc0l04/s1600-h/10+weeks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258574772901989554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SPo15ROnTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/AeRJkWc0l04/s320/10+weeks.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966834837549111751-3123233841972996454?l=mrscainsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3123233841972996454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966834837549111751&amp;postID=3123233841972996454&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/3123233841972996454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/3123233841972996454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/10-weeks-pregnant.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie Cain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SHEI73ypsTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X8H7Qvmt4Qs/S220/IMG_3108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SPo15NuJLmI/AAAAAAAAAWY/njsNCvb2tLA/s72-c/IMG_3222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966834837549111751.post-1345256321047766417</id><published>2008-10-06T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T13:02:26.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>General Conference</title><content type='html'>I loved President Monson's General Conference talk about change. It is exactly what I needed to hear. I especially liked how he talked about not putting things off until tomorrow and having a lot of empty yesterdays. I struggle with that a lot. I use to be a real go getter and a doer when I put my mind to it but in the last couple of years I have really started to become a procrastinator and kind of lazy when it comes to "those projects I have been meaning to get to." Having my mom die has really made me realize and value life each day. I feel like I appreciate little things more. Do you ever laugh at a child's prayer because they say thanks and ask for the cutest things? When mom lost her hair, I remember thanking Heavenly Father for my thick hair. Something simple! That is what makes us happy.... being grateful for all the things that we have and not the pity party days, (as mom would call them) where its all about what our life is lacking. Anyway.... Be Happy, Be Grateful and Be Willing to accept change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966834837549111751-1345256321047766417?l=mrscainsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1345256321047766417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966834837549111751&amp;postID=1345256321047766417&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/1345256321047766417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/1345256321047766417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/general-conference.html' title='General Conference'/><author><name>Melanie Cain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SHEI73ypsTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X8H7Qvmt4Qs/S220/IMG_3108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966834837549111751.post-5368391601895595474</id><published>2008-10-02T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T13:22:45.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen To Clips</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Okay, on Desert Book's website, you can now listen to clips of Hilary's New CD. Go to this website  http://deseretbook.com/store/product/5007324. I love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966834837549111751-5368391601895595474?l=mrscainsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5368391601895595474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966834837549111751&amp;postID=5368391601895595474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/5368391601895595474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/5368391601895595474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/listen-to-clips.html' title='Listen To Clips'/><author><name>Melanie Cain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SHEI73ypsTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X8H7Qvmt4Qs/S220/IMG_3108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966834837549111751.post-3086969738860463375</id><published>2008-09-27T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T13:43:06.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These women&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SN7DyclCrFI/AAAAAAAAAVs/TNTmG825lD4/s1600-h/IMG_0391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SN7DyclCrFI/AAAAAAAAAVs/TNTmG825lD4/s320/IMG_0391.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250849486993009746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been blessed by this woman's musical talent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SN7HVBrWwYI/AAAAAAAAAV0/GaQCKVbdzqg/s1600-h/IfIOnlyHadToday_product.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SN7HVBrWwYI/AAAAAAAAAV0/GaQCKVbdzqg/s320/IfIOnlyHadToday_product.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250853379602039170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Hillary Weeks!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; If I Only &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Had Today&lt;/span&gt; reminds me of a tender moment I  shared with my sisters and Mom at Time Out For Women in March of 2008. Hillary Weeks was apart of the TOFW team and sung this song shortly after it was written for the first time publicly at the Time Out we were at. She told the story of how it was inspired my a woman who had told her of a personal story dealing with cancer. It seemed like every topic at the Conference was traced to cancer. We held each other and cried as she sung the song, and fell apart again when she sang, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Just Let Me Cry.&lt;/span&gt; We were planning on buying the CD that day but Hillary announced that the CD wasn't going to be released until September. At that time, moms diagnosis was 6 months to a year and we were on month 4 on a break from Chemo. We didn't have an exact time line but Sherri had a feeling that by this September we would definitely needing this CD to cope. We were right. The CD was released on the month anniversary of my mothers funeral. Coincidence? I think not... more like divine intervention from a loving Heavenly Father. This CD has brought me so much joy and comfort. It is strange that bawling your eyes out can be therapeutic.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"When You Least Expect it,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is an emotional song for me, because a couple weeks after the "STORM," of my moms passing, I found out I was pregnant with my first baby.  I truly believe that the things and people that come into our lives are inspired. Our trip to Time Out was inspired and so was this CD for us girls. Thanks so much to Hilary Weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I Only Had Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like I've watched a million sunsets&lt;br /&gt;And stared at a thousand full moons&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it feels like I've been here forever&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes it all feels brand new&lt;br /&gt;I could never count the heartbeats&lt;br /&gt;From the day I was born until now&lt;br /&gt;but not a single one goes unnoticed&lt;br /&gt;By Him who breathes life in me somehow&lt;br /&gt;But if there were no tomorrows&lt;br /&gt;if I knew that I could not stay&lt;br /&gt;I know how I'd spend every moment&lt;br /&gt;If I only had today&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;I'd hold you and listen&lt;br /&gt;And I'd let the dishes sit in the sink&lt;br /&gt;I'd tell you I loved you over and over&lt;br /&gt;And for once I'd just let the phone ring&lt;br /&gt;Then I'd remind you of forever&lt;br /&gt;And how our love would never change&lt;br /&gt;If I only had today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SN7Btj7Ge1I/AAAAAAAAAVk/WDk5gJ1_u9w/s1600-h/kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SN7Btj7Ge1I/AAAAAAAAAVk/WDk5gJ1_u9w/s320/kids.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250847204041980754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd wake up before the sun did&lt;br /&gt;And I'd watch as you quietly sleep&lt;br /&gt;I'd pray for time to move slowly&lt;br /&gt;Knowing the time won't keep&lt;br /&gt;All the gifts that Heaven has given&lt;br /&gt;Every blessing that's come my way&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't mean anything without you&lt;br /&gt;so if I only had today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SN6-PeW-jzI/AAAAAAAAAU8/EfoQMsPzuyM/s1600-h/09310012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SN6-PeW-jzI/AAAAAAAAAU8/EfoQMsPzuyM/s320/09310012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250843388617330482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd hold you and listen&lt;br /&gt;I'd memorize every detail of your face&lt;br /&gt;I'd tell you I loved you over and over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SN68hcQV-SI/AAAAAAAAAU0/0ST3B2lPGq8/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SN68hcQV-SI/AAAAAAAAAU0/0ST3B2lPGq8/s320/Imported+Photos+00083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250841498267023650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't let excuses get in the way&lt;br /&gt;Then I'd remind you of forever&lt;br /&gt;And how our love would never change&lt;br /&gt;If I only had today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no time like the present&lt;br /&gt;Life doesn't come with any guarantees&lt;br /&gt;The sun will set and time won't wait&lt;br /&gt;So while I have today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SN64-OUsKHI/AAAAAAAAAUk/EGgxtpyC2n4/s1600-h/girls.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SN64-OUsKHI/AAAAAAAAAUk/EGgxtpyC2n4/s320/girls.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250837594696853618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd hold you and listen&lt;br /&gt;I'll let the dishes it in the sink&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you I love you over and over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once I'll just let the phone ring&lt;br /&gt;And I'll remind you of forever&lt;br /&gt;                                              And how our love would never change&lt;br /&gt;Because I have &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SN7AvB2i0EI/AAAAAAAAAVU/DLDydyhi_B4/s1600-h/09310005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SN7AvB2i0EI/AAAAAAAAAVU/DLDydyhi_B4/s320/09310005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250846129744171074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Mom! You remind me of Forever..... and how our love will never change!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SN7BtuxlHVI/AAAAAAAAAVc/GGlclCJefoQ/s1600-h/momsobit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SN7BtuxlHVI/AAAAAAAAAVc/GGlclCJefoQ/s320/momsobit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250847206954835282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966834837549111751-3086969738860463375?l=mrscainsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3086969738860463375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966834837549111751&amp;postID=3086969738860463375&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/3086969738860463375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/3086969738860463375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/these-women-have-been-blessed-by-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie Cain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SHEI73ypsTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X8H7Qvmt4Qs/S220/IMG_3108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SN7DyclCrFI/AAAAAAAAAVs/TNTmG825lD4/s72-c/IMG_0391.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966834837549111751.post-6877311273404152715</id><published>2008-09-27T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T10:21:58.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Update</title><content type='html'>So, morning sickness is more like day sickness I think. I ate tortilla chips and a cheese stick for breakfast yesterday. I know....strange huh? We went to the Doctor on Monday and he said, "You definitely have an enlarged uterus." I thought that it was funny. Everything looks good and no problems as of today besides my stubborn husband. He thinks child birth classes are stupid because they cost money. Go figure, Chris worried about money? What? We go in for an ultrasound on the 22nd of October at 10 weeks to hear the heart beat. My Doctor usually does an ultrasound for gender at 18 weeks so that will be 2 weeks before Christmas. My sister Sherri thinks we should have him put the results in an envelope and put it under the tree for Christmas morning. We will see. I know I could do it but I think that I would want to know so people can get us baby stuff ya know? Like I said.... we will see. I hope it is one baby and not two. Seriously, I think I would cry. Sherri says that the Lord won't give me anything I can't handle and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't handle twins&lt;/span&gt;. We will see about that, lately I feel like I have been through the refiners fire and quite frankly, that is what I am nervous about, a little fire, or two for that matter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966834837549111751-6877311273404152715?l=mrscainsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6877311273404152715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966834837549111751&amp;postID=6877311273404152715&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/6877311273404152715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/6877311273404152715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/baby-update.html' title='Baby Update'/><author><name>Melanie Cain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SHEI73ypsTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X8H7Qvmt4Qs/S220/IMG_3108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966834837549111751.post-6595678597153348345</id><published>2008-09-20T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T18:19:50.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;a href="http://sketchersue.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-tag.html"&gt;The "I" Tag...&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;   &lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246019368216497682" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eoB1OZjUg9s/SM2a0h9dDhI/AAAAAAAACik/FZVwg8Z9QIA/s200/2561323671_8ab47cce6f%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;TAG from &lt;a href="http://kimiscircus.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kimi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i am- depressed that winter is coming and summer is gone, wishing I had energy to clean my house today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i think-&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am going to win at least $5 playing Monte Carlo Bowling tonight and that if I answered these questions honestly they'd all be about babies and my mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i know-  That I am obsessed with good food, that I should be studying my lesson for tomorrow, that I will see my mom again some day, that my testimony has grown a lot this year&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i want- to be a nicer, kinder and more unselfish loving wife, and less of a complainer, I want a house that is cute and clean, and to be in Hawaii right now!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i have- An awesome &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CD&lt;/span&gt; on the way, along with the best ever load of Old Navy Maternity clothes that were on sale, a craving for steak and potatoes and sour patch kids.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i dislike- not being able to sleep, crappy drivers, politics, not getting paid by insurance, clients who don't show up, being lied to, the bathroom floor wet, or dirty carpet and being hungry or having to pee really bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i fear-&lt;/strong&gt; having to have a c-section, having multiple children growing in my small little belly, getting cancer, taxes and the upcoming holidays without my mother&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i feel- hungry, overwhelmed with my dads new attachment to me, sad that my mom won't be here to see me pregnant and have my babies, blessed and comforted at the same time because of the love of my Savior&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i hear-  Silence....wait...... and a list of things to do tomorrow that I wrote in my head earlier today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i smell- My mom, I am in her sewing room    &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i crave- sugar a lot, protein, my husbands arms around me, acceptance and love from my friends and family,     &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i cry- pretty much everyday because I am a big fat baby! When I am reminded of my sweet mother, when I am overwhelmed and disappointment ed in myself, in sacrament meeting, when I teach my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; school lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i usually- sleep in, or take a nap during the day, think about food 20&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;X's&lt;/span&gt; a day and tell my husband I love him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i search- the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; for interesting things to learn, and about anything I would like to know, I search for Chris's wallet and/or keys about 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;X's&lt;/span&gt; a week, my appointment book and my phone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder- how I will get through this next year, if I am having a boy or a girl, how my lesson will go tomorrow, if Chris will cry when the baby is born, if my dad will actually find someone to date and marry and if my mom watches me all the time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i regret- stupid things I did in high school, not writing in my journal as much as a should have and being inactive in my teen years&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love- My husband, my family---especially my sisters,my friends, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;, my cell phone, FOOD, cooking, fishing with my mom and dad, memories, looking back at pictures, spring and summer, being warm, going somewhere new and exciting, thinking about babies, good smelly bath stuff, a good shampoo and cut and color, massages, getting paid, shopping at consignment stores and getting good deals, snuggling with Chris and a movie, sleeping, feeling healthy and not having nausea or headaches.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i care- About my family, my clients, my health and my eternal progression.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always- Complain... I need to be better, talk about food....it will always be that way..., need my husbands love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i worry- about way to many things, mostly related to health and my family.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i am not- going to answer this one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i remember- a lot of good memories from my childhood, when I used to not have bills and when I actually liked to grocery shop&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i believe- That people can change, , that families can be together forever, that I have a purpose in this life and that eventually life will get a little easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i sing- out loud and in my car a lot, and to any song that I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i don't always- wash my face before bed (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; too lazy), cook dinner or eat healthy, work out, count my blessings when I should or be nice to my hubby.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i argue- about any thing I don't agree with and sometimes just for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i write- in my journals, notes to myself all over my office of things to do. Soap charts which I hate and e-mails to work people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i win-  hardly ever and I am use to it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i lose- weight really easy, my temper sometimes, my brain a lot of times and my keys every once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i wish- I could travel back in forth between heaven and earth just to take a peek, that being pregnant didn't take 9 months, that I could snuggle with my mom right now, that I had learned how to sew better, that I was smarter and had enough money for a down payment on a house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i can usually be found-  At my office, snuggled in my bed, at Chris's moms house or at the shop, or on the boat with Chris.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i am scared- That I will have problems with my pregnancy, that my kids will rebel and that I will be an impatient mom.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i need-  to be more humble, and prayerful, grateful and happy, save my money, count my blessings, get a nap in before Monte Carlo and make dinner for my husband.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i forget- to be nice, to put away my curling iron and makeup bag for Chris &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i am happy- when I complete a goal, when I am full and have had good sleep, when someone fills my bucket and right now I am happy because next week I am getting packages in the mail and Greys Anatomy starts Thursday, Chris and I are getting along super &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;dooper&lt;/span&gt; good and we are going to have a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Cainster&lt;/span&gt; soon! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do you feel today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Play along if you would like.  I tag all of you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966834837549111751-6595678597153348345?l=mrscainsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6595678597153348345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966834837549111751&amp;postID=6595678597153348345&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/6595678597153348345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/6595678597153348345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-tag.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie Cain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SHEI73ypsTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X8H7Qvmt4Qs/S220/IMG_3108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eoB1OZjUg9s/SM2a0h9dDhI/AAAAAAAACik/FZVwg8Z9QIA/s72-c/2561323671_8ab47cce6f%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966834837549111751.post-4217021993793316375</id><published>2008-09-20T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T09:09:25.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving on is really hard</title><content type='html'>I keep telling myself that I am okay and that things will get better with time. I am aware that I will have good times and bad times and that it is to be expected. I have had an especially hard time this week missing my mom. I want to tell her how I am feeling and tell her all the ideas I have, that Chris and I actually agree on a baby name and that I have been thinking about her everyday. I haven't been sleeping all through the night for about a week now. I usually get up to go pee about 3 times and at least one of the trips leaves me wide awake on some sort of thinking rampage and I can't go back to sleep. Last night I totally lost it, starting bawling in my bed missing my mom and left the bedroom and went in the spare bedroom where I have some of her things. I took out her little snugly pillow that she used all the time when she was sick and sat on the floor hugging it with my fuzzy blanket around me and sobbed until my head hurt too much to continue. I finally said a prayer that I could sleep through the night and settled on the couch. My dad recently made a profile on LDS Singles and at first I thought it was kind of funny. After talking to him about it the last 2 days, I finally realized last night that it is freaking me out and that I am not ready for that. I know that he is lonely and that he and Mom discussed that it was okay for him to move on but she has only been gone for A MONTH! I got brave enough to tell him that I am worried about him trying to move on too fast. I said Dad, just because you get up every morning and go throughout your day, doesn't mean you are dealing. You are an emotional wreck and I think you need some time. I guess he just feels like you have to start somewhere. I suppose you do, I just don't know where that would be. I am worried about him. It makes me sad to go out to the house because everything is so empty. The fridge is practically bare, the bathroom has close to nothing in it, and moms sewing stuff is all put away with a closet half empty. It pretty much sucks I have decided. I ordered the new Hillary Weeks CD and can't wait till it comes next week so I can bawl my eyes out. Plus Greys Anatomy ( my fall obsession) starts on Thursday so hopefully with those two major helps I will be on the road to healing. Keep busy right? I have been reading my moms book " A Heart Like His." Making Space for God's Love In Your Life by Virginia H. Pearce. I have really enjoyed it. My goal today is to organize my closet, dresser and the soon to be baby room. It seems like it may be a 6 month project, but beings that it is rainy outside, I don't have much of a choice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966834837549111751-4217021993793316375?l=mrscainsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4217021993793316375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966834837549111751&amp;postID=4217021993793316375&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/4217021993793316375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/4217021993793316375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/moving-on-is-really-hard.html' title='Moving on is really hard'/><author><name>Melanie Cain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SHEI73ypsTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X8H7Qvmt4Qs/S220/IMG_3108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966834837549111751.post-4707663999381554198</id><published>2008-09-18T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T20:45:39.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>News News News</title><content type='html'>Fertile Mertile has an announcement.........&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I AM PREGNANT!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; I guess we have good genes because it didn't take much practice :) I guess you are not really suppose to announce it to the whole world, but everybody that knows me knows I can't be quiet about much. I am around 6 weeks and see the Doctor on Monday. As far as I know I am due in May around the 15th. I think its a girl and/or possibly twins but that is another story to blog about a different day when I don't feel like poop like I do right now. I will fill ya in later. Chris and I have been doing research and we have talked a lot about natural birth. I am totally sold! I have always been interested in midwives and having a non-traditional hospital birth since my high school child development class.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Wait, if you get offended easy, you might not want to read this. I am going to vent!&lt;/span&gt; Growing up I never really questioned birthing practices. I thought, you get married, get pregnant, see the doctor, when your in labor... go to the hospital, have a baby, Because that is what you do. However, being exposed to the medical profession and treating people from all walks of life, with all types of problems, I started to form some thoughts and opinions I didn't know that I would have. It all started with my carpal tunnel experience. I am not ripping on Dr's here, I am ripping on America's economical and medical politics, because that is all it is. When you go to Med school, you learn to diagnose and treat problems. You don't fix them,you medicate them or mask the symptoms basically. You have a cold, you get cold medicine, If you have an allergic reaction, you probably get a shot or antihistamine. If you have carpal tunnel, you might get PT but most likely a cortisone shot or surgery. YOU DON'T get someone telling you how to stretch, how to eat healthy to eliminate colds, how to prevent carpal tunnel by having good posture etc. They don't tell you to ice and or self treat, they write you a Rx and you are on your way. The American society wants results, now. We are lazy, if your flat....get a boob job, if your fat....get lypo right? We don't want to work, we don't want to do Physical Therapy, we want surgery Friday and back to work on Tuesday. That is how I feel about childbirth in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have heard so many horror stories of C-sections and baby shows where women are screaming and freaking out about how horrible it is, not to mention that fact that nearly every woman I know is adamant about getting an epidural. In some places, like New York, women pick a day, have a c-section and a tummy tuck in the same day!! I don't know what is more scary to me, actually &lt;em&gt;giving birth naturally&lt;/em&gt; or getting an epidural, pitocin and possibly an unneeded c-section and having my uterus contracting like a back spasm and body being controlled by drugs that numb my motherly senses that God has given me so that I can actually enjoy the process and honor it is to give birth and to bond with my baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line is that there is a lot of unnecessary interventions used that don't need to be and shouldn't be, and if you have your baby in a place where those are not available the better it is for you and the baby. You can bond better, you will bounce back physically faster and the unknown risks that labor meds potentially have on your kids are prevented. Every generation back to the 20s has proven that certain types of meds given during labor have had negative and sometimes devastating effects on kids. What if it is causing the ADD, ADHD and other problems so many kids have lately? The rate of c-sections since 1996 has gone up 47% in America and it is not because American Women are at higher risk. It is because it is convenient for hospital staff and quicker as well, it makes money, opens beds up because moms are in and out fast. I don't want a fast food birthing experience. I want a reservation at a nice restaurant. When I get the birthing center, I want my Dr and Nurses to know my name because they KNOW me, not because they read it in my chart. I want Enya playing in the background, I want to hold my baby and start breastfeeding right away, I don't want nurses getting me up and telling me what to do with my baby and how and when to do it. I want to choices, and I want a caregiver who will listen to me for the next nine months, agree with my plan and be responsible to follow through with exactly what we discussed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not like I want to have my baby in the barn like the cows, I am not that crazy! It is not about being cool or different. I truly believe, that our bodies have been designed to deal with birth naturally, we have hormones and big hips for a reason. Modern medicine is wonderful, but a lot of the time it is misused and boundaries get overstepped to often. The U.S. has the 2nd highest infant mortality rate in the whole world according to 2007 statistics. If we are so with it, and our drugs and practices are the best they can be for mom and baby why do we loose more moms and babies that most 3rd world countries? That is a statistic they don't hang at The OB's office. I wonder why? It would probably be bad for business I'm assuming. Needless to say, my Doctor is going to get pounded with questions on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are interested in any of this rent The business of Being Born the Documentary by Ricki Lake from 2007. It will blow your mind! I have seen it 3x's, Chris watched it with me last night and doesn't want me to have the baby at the hospital at all. My sister Kim was all about epidurals and drugs which is what she had with all 4 kids and when she saw this movie with me a while back and after talking with her for a while she said, if I could have healthy pregnancies and do it again, I would do it this way. Anyway... that is the end of my soap box. Sorry for making you tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966834837549111751-4707663999381554198?l=mrscainsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4707663999381554198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966834837549111751&amp;postID=4707663999381554198&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/4707663999381554198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/4707663999381554198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/news-news-news.html' title='News News News'/><author><name>Melanie Cain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SHEI73ypsTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X8H7Qvmt4Qs/S220/IMG_3108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966834837549111751.post-1441395687011145673</id><published>2008-09-04T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T21:36:46.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time out for Fishing</title><content type='html'>Yesterday my Dad and I went fishing at Jubilee Lake. It is the same lake my Mom and Dad went fishing the last time they went together. It was really great. I called Dad earlier in the week and told him I had Wednesday off and asked him if he wanted to get away for a fishing trip. We left about 5:30am, I had made lunch and he swung by on the way out of town to pick me up. We talked the whole way up and back. I was sure missing my mom. She loved to fish, and especially at Jubilee Lake. My dad out fished me by quite a lot.  The limit is 5 per person and he would catch a fish that was pretty small and he'd sort through the others and keep the biggest ones. You aren't really suppose to do that. You are suppose to keep them. I caught the biggest fish but dad caught the most. It was a gorgeous day, it was a little breezy but so pretty. Every so often there would be enough of a breeze to cause a little ripple on the water and that was it. We caught our limit, (well I caught 3 worth keeping and dad caught his 5 and 2 of mine not counting  the 10 or so he threw back) and headed out at about 1:00pm. A good day. I got home a took a power nap and headed off the mutual. When we got home, I cooked up the fish. Interesting! I had to picture my mom in the kitchen. She dipped them in flour right? I had to remember a ways back to figure it out. Then I gave Chris a lesson on taking the fins off and getting the meat off the bones without getting bones in it. It was pretty funny, Mom always left the heads on so I did too. Chris ate one fish and told me after eating the first one that he wouldn't mind it so bad if the fish wasn't staring at him he said! I think it grossed him out a little. Needless to say, we have a lot more fish to eat. Maybe fish tacos tomorrow night eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966834837549111751-1441395687011145673?l=mrscainsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1441395687011145673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966834837549111751&amp;postID=1441395687011145673&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/1441395687011145673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/1441395687011145673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/time-out-for-fishing.html' title='Time out for Fishing'/><author><name>Melanie Cain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SHEI73ypsTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X8H7Qvmt4Qs/S220/IMG_3108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966834837549111751.post-3548148461253386366</id><published>2008-08-27T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T09:28:38.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To Life.... Back to Reality</title><content type='html'>I went to my office yesterday to receive the linen drop and make a few phone calls to get my schedule back in order. WOW! I made around 45 phone calls, about 20 appointments and left a bunch of messages. I have learned to hate talking on the phone this month. I think I might tell my story once on a tape recorder then during my massages just push play so I don't have to repeat myself 20 million times.&lt;br /&gt;I have covered my house in pictures of mom, put up a few of her things on my wall and put the rest in storage. I am beginning to reorganize my craft-storage-garage room in the house with some of her office stuff.  I miss her everyday and it is hard, I don't want to go back to work very bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966834837549111751-3548148461253386366?l=mrscainsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3548148461253386366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966834837549111751&amp;postID=3548148461253386366&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/3548148461253386366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/3548148461253386366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-to-life-back-to-reality.html' title='Back To Life.... Back to Reality'/><author><name>Melanie Cain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SHEI73ypsTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X8H7Qvmt4Qs/S220/IMG_3108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966834837549111751.post-1583922872646980606</id><published>2008-08-25T17:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T10:05:54.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>I don't really know what to say or how to say it. I am drawing a blank emotionally because I feel like I am incapable of feeling anything at this point. This past week I have felt emotionally numb, like I can't feel what I really feel. Does that make any sense? Mom died last Monday, Wednesday my sisters and I went to the mortuary to dress her and then Thursday and Friday we had viewings. Saturday was the funeral, Sunday was the sleep all day-go to church-be lazy and snuggle your husband day and today I am back at my parents house helping clean up the aftermath. I went through moms bathroom today and threw away everything and anything that reminded me of her being sick and on chemo. I have a goodwill pile and a consignment pile. I kept stopping to smell her clothes. I even found some smelly lotion she always wore and put in on my arm so I could stop and smell her every once in a while. It is weird that you miss certain things like that isn't it? I keep expecting her to pop out of the sewing room and show me her latest quilting project. I am having a hard time deciding what to do with her clothes. A lot of things my sister Sherri will wear but some of her suits and things like slacks and dresses are nice but none of us girls can wear them. I think I will save all the really nice things and her sisters can come look to see what they want. I made a stash of all the cute hats mom got when she lost her hair during chemo, maybe one day when I am brave enough I will wear some of them. My dads sister (Aunt Christi) and I went through the kitchen today. We threw away a lot of old noodles and food storage type of stuff that my dad Will never use. We rearranged things so he could find things easier and go rid of items that he wouldn't use. I have been doing pretty good emotionally, at least I think I am. Maybe I am in denial. It is weird. I do good through the hard things like the funeral, which I spoke at by the way. But it is the little things that make me fall apart. My dad called last night and left me a message. " Hey sister, I am just checking in, give me a call sometime when you get a minute." Simple right? He sounded so sad and lonely. I checked the message, deleted it then bawled my eyes out for 15 minutes, all snuggled up on my bed with my Mommy's quilt like a 2 year old! I guess that is to be expected though. I haven't really cried since she died so I have a couple of free passes to fall apart when I feel like it. Chris's friend Nic from college just lost his mom last Thursday. She was 57.... had a heart attack. I feel so blessed to have had the time to prepare and say goodbye to my mom. We spent so much time together. I only went 5 or 6 days without talking to or seeing her in the last year or so. I told myself I didn't want any regrets and that I had my whole life to work and play but only so much time with my mom. I will never forget those days, especially the last few. She was so optimistic, so funny and sweet, even towards the end. We would sit together in her bed and and talk about eternity, what heaven would be like and what she was looking forward to. Who she would see and the things she imagined she might do. We have been typing her journal so all the kids can have a copy of it. What a blessing it is to have her thoughts and personal history recorded! I love to read it. I am so glad she took the time to write. She wasn't very good about being consistent but at least we have what we have. I have been making a list of things to do and what to write in my journal. I am glad that we decided to do a blog for my mom. It helped other people stay up to date with her cancer and was a journal of her fight. I am excited to print it off and put in her book and to go back and read everything. There is so much to do! I have to help get rid of all the junk at the house, go to goodwill, label things etc. There is a shoe box full of slides that need to be converted to digital and put on the computer. I need to start a scrapbook/story book for all moms things and get ready for Christmas . I am suppose to be Moms little Christmas Elf this year. I made a promise to her that I would get Christmas ready and deliver all her pre-packaged Christmas presents. I have something in mind but need to get on it. It is almost September! There is a DVD of moms pictures that we made for the funeral. Kim and I were going to try and burn a copy so all of the kids can have a copy. I need to figure out a way to organize my pictures digitally then send a copy to everyone that is in them. AHHH.... what a mess. So much work to do! All of us kids, dad, Aunt Christi and Uncle Irv and cousins Tiff and Luke went bowling the night of the funeral. I was so tired of visiting and hugging people, I wanted to get out and actually do something fun. Mom would have wanted that. We went to Atomic Bowl in Richland. They have Monte Carlo bowling, where you can win money. It was a blast. We started about 9pm and stayed till around 12:30 or so. We got some cute pictures and made some money. I made 2 bucks and Chris made 5. The pathetic thing is that it has been so long since I have worked out that I am sore from bowling. 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She moved a lot in her childhood years mostly around the Northwest. She graduated from Milton Freewater (Ore.) High School in 1965.On November 1st 1963 she married Robert Orlo Carver. They were later sealed in the Logan Temple on December 20th, 1968. They lived in several places throughout the Columbia Basin, eventually settling in Kennewick Washington. She worked as a secretary at Sandvik Special Metals and later went to work with her husband at Allstate Insurance. They worked together for 20 years as Agents, making a great team and retiring in 2004.Chris enjoyed many hobbies; she was famous for her cooking, baking and quilting. She especially enjoyed fishing with her husband, where she often out fished him! She was a devout member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, where she fulfilled many ward and stake callings. In particular she loved her more recent calling as Relief Society President, and was privileged to serve with her husband as a temple ordinance worker in The Columbia River Temple.Chris found joy in serving others and was known for her sweet spirit and loving personality. She was a devoted wife, mother, grandmother; and a friend loved by all who knew her. She was a class act in everything she did. Chris passed away Monday, August 18th, 2008 at home in the arms of her husband, with loved ones by her side. She was diagnosed in November 2007 of an unknown primary cancer.Chris is survived by her Husband, Robert Carver of Kennewick Wa, and her children and their spouses Monte (Kelly) Carver, Shawn (Patty) Carver, Kimberly (Jeff) Wiberg, Steven (Camilla) Carver, Sherri (Darin) Frederiksen, Kent Carver, and Melanie (Chris) Cain and 19 grandchildrenAlso surviving are her three sisters; Doris Hansen, Wanda Coffey, Vera Collins, and three brothers; Jerry, Howard, and Vernon Kirchgestner.She is preceded in death by her parents, Alice and Phillip Kirchgestner, younger sisters Marian Willis and baby brother and sister, Merrill Glenn and Wilma LaRae Kirchgestner.Memorial Services for Lucretia Carver will be celebrated Saturday August 23rd at 11 a.m. at the LDS church, 4445 S. Olympia, Kennewick WA (located on corner of 45th and Olympia St.) Burial will be at River View Heights at 10th and Olympia immediately following service. Chris requested a dinner be served at the church for all who wish to attend, following the graveside service.A public viewing will be held Thursday the 21st from 5-8 p.m. at Hillcrest Memorial Center (9353 W. Clearwater Ave) and Friday the 22 5-8p.m at OlympiaIn lieu of flowers, please make contributions to Blue Mountain Council Boy Scouts of America by calling 509-735-7306.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966834837549111751-2769491641517112918?l=mrscainsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2769491641517112918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966834837549111751&amp;postID=2769491641517112918&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/2769491641517112918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/2769491641517112918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-moms-obituary-lucretia-chris.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie Cain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SHEI73ypsTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X8H7Qvmt4Qs/S220/IMG_3108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966834837549111751.post-1936963109238280395</id><published>2008-08-19T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T00:50:48.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Her children arise up, and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praiseth her. Proverbs 31:28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom passed tonight at 10:45 pm. She fought so hard bless her heart. Dad kept saying she had the heart the size of a watermelon because she wouldn't let go. She is so beautiful tonight. Dad had gone to bed and Kim and I were sitting with her watching her breath. She would have shallow breaths and then long deep breaths. When Sherri got off the phone and came out we sat with her for a minute and then went and woke dad up. Dad came and held her hand and told her to let go and we gathered around her and she passed. She waited for him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966834837549111751-1936963109238280395?l=mrscainsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1936963109238280395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966834837549111751&amp;postID=1936963109238280395&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/1936963109238280395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/1936963109238280395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/her-children-arise-up-and-call-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie Cain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SHEI73ypsTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X8H7Qvmt4Qs/S220/IMG_3108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966834837549111751.post-3232574589852357073</id><published>2008-08-18T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T19:19:13.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TORN</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am torn because my mom won't let go. I am sad that she is suffering and don't want her to stay to comfort us.... "Just go Mom!" I keep thinking that and I am feeling guilty that I want her to go. I want it to be over with so we can move on and she can be at peace, in a better place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966834837549111751-3232574589852357073?l=mrscainsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3232574589852357073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966834837549111751&amp;postID=3232574589852357073&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/3232574589852357073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/3232574589852357073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/torn.html' title='TORN'/><author><name>Melanie Cain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SHEI73ypsTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X8H7Qvmt4Qs/S220/IMG_3108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966834837549111751.post-5418290607622827734</id><published>2008-08-15T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T17:04:53.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures from this week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SKXkXEhaOmI/AAAAAAAAAQE/G5CbrbF-nOY/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234841226890066530" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; 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float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SKXe8NkcPjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VomBYiVXISM/s320/Imported+Photos+00066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966834837549111751-5418290607622827734?l=mrscainsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5418290607622827734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966834837549111751&amp;postID=5418290607622827734&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/5418290607622827734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/5418290607622827734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/pictures-from-this-week.html' title='Pictures from this week'/><author><name>Melanie Cain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SHEI73ypsTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X8H7Qvmt4Qs/S220/IMG_3108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SKXkXEhaOmI/AAAAAAAAAQE/G5CbrbF-nOY/s72-c/Imported+Photos+00061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966834837549111751.post-5733721263452522860</id><published>2008-08-13T22:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T22:10:47.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;See moms cancer blog via the link on my page for the latest updates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966834837549111751-5733721263452522860?l=mrscainsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5733721263452522860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966834837549111751&amp;postID=5733721263452522860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/5733721263452522860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/5733721263452522860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/see-moms-cancer-blog-via-link-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie Cain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SHEI73ypsTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X8H7Qvmt4Qs/S220/IMG_3108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966834837549111751.post-4534134908538272877</id><published>2008-08-12T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T17:06:09.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slipping Away</title><content type='html'>Moms time is getting close. We are having the family out tonight at 7:00 and we are going to try to sing a few of her favorite hymns to her so she can have some reverent time with her loved ones.It is going to be hard and most of us will break down but I think it will be a very spiritual experience and something that will help her let go. It has been hard to see her go down hill so fast. Each day is more trying for her, her body gets weaker and weaker. She has had a very fun loving personality and has joked a lot this last week. She has been breathing pretty good but is having a hard time concentrating and hardly talking. She has been sleeping 80% of the time and is pretty out of it when she awake. She has been wanting to write letters to all her kids and grand kids. I typed the ones she wrote to her kids and she signed them because she was too tired to rewrite them. (This was a few weeks back). She keeps asking about her letters to the grandchildren because she never did get them written. I found a poem today that I really liked and dad suggested that we type it and give it to the grandchildren. I had her sign them and write each of the kids names on top. She had a really hard time. She kept falling asleep between writing love and grandma. Sherri and I took turns helping her move her arm to get the pen in the right spot. She keeps putting off the letter to dad because she wants to be alone and not have him around when she writes it. She got the first line down and got too tired. We will help her finish it later today. We got some really neat up close pictures of her hands so you can see her writing and her wedding ring all shiny.A while back in my personal scripture reading I found some really cool things and had some great experiences. Proverbs 31:28-29. Her Children arise up and call her blessed, her husband also and he praiseth her. Many daughters have done virtuously but thou excellest them all. Psalms 27:14 Wait on the Lord, be of good courage and he will strengthen thine heart. Wait, I say, on the Lord. D&amp;amp;C 101:14,16,29,36-38 And all they who have mourned shall be comforted therefore, let your hearts be comforted concerning Zion, for all flesh is in mine hands; be still and know that I am god. Wherefore care not for the body neither the life of the body, but care for the soul and for the life of the soul. And seek the face of the Lord always, that in patience ye may possess your souls and ye shall have eternal life. 29) And there shall be no sorrow, because there is no death. D&amp;amp;C 24:8- Be patient in afflictions, for thou shalt have many but endure them for lo, I am with thee even unto the end of thy days.D&amp;amp;C 58-2-4 For verily I say unto you, blessed is he that a keepeth my commandments, whether in life or in death ; and he that is faithful in tribulation, the reward of the same is greater in the kingdom of heaven. 3 Ye cannot behold with your natural yes, for the present time, the design of your God concerning those things which shall come hereafter, and the glory which shall follow after much tribulation. 4 For after much tribulation come the blessings. Wherefore the day cometh that ye shall be crowned with much glory; the hour is not yet, but is nigh at hand.7.My son, peace be unto thy soul; thine adversity and thine afflictions shall be but a small moment; 8 And then, if thou endure it well, God shall exalt thee on high; thou shalt triumph over all thy foes. 9 Thy friends do stand by thee, and they shall hail thee again with warm hearts and friendly hands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966834837549111751-4534134908538272877?l=mrscainsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4534134908538272877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966834837549111751&amp;postID=4534134908538272877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/4534134908538272877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/4534134908538272877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/slipping-away.html' title='Slipping Away'/><author><name>Melanie Cain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SHEI73ypsTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X8H7Qvmt4Qs/S220/IMG_3108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966834837549111751.post-3116845488944759371</id><published>2008-08-10T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T21:31:10.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SJ_AarwWijI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Wa8hCRURdb0/s1600-h/IMG_0313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233112856682465842" style="FLOAT: left; 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so I took this from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kim's&lt;/span&gt; blog to post it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kimiscircus.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-mom-is-dying.html"&gt;My mom is dying.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've rolled that sentence around in my brain. I've pondered on what this really means for me. I haven't fully grasped all the changes that will happen in my life after she's gone. The other day I sat down beside her on the couch and nestled my face into the crook of her neck. I could hardly restrain my sobs. She always smells so good and I instantly feel comforted when she holds me. My heart cried out because it hit me just how much I am going to miss her sweet smell and so much more.This sweet woman that I've been privileged to have as a mother is withering away and I'm watching her suffer. As of yesterday, the hospice nurse thinks she only has a week left. She could hardly talk today. She can't breath very well and it seems to take to much energy to speak. She hardly eats anything and when she does she can't keep it down. For some reason she is very nauseated.Tonight, after family prayer I explained to my kids that grandma is very close to dying and that she's not getting better. Devon, buried his head in his arms and cried. We all held each other and Whitney said, "Mommy, its going to be okay, because Grandma is going to live again, and she will be in Heaven with Jesus." (My sweet sweet baby girl. I love her.) That very thing is the reason I will get through this. There is no doubt in my mind that I will see her again. I'm so very grateful that I know this. Please pray for my family. Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966834837549111751-4390738916206139435?l=mrscainsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4390738916206139435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966834837549111751&amp;postID=4390738916206139435&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/4390738916206139435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966834837549111751/posts/default/4390738916206139435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrscainsworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/thoughts-from-kim.html' title='thoughts from kim'/><author><name>Melanie Cain</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CAx8TUfw2dU/SHEI73ypsTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X8H7Qvmt4Qs/S220/IMG_3108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966834837549111751.post-991247274424234386</id><published>2008-08-08T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T10:18:15.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>update on my mom</title><content type='html'>This is a re-post from moms blog.. Its hard to write 2 things.Sherri and her husband Darin are coming tomorrow to stay with Mom. She is leaving her kids home and her husband will stay until Sunday and then go back home. We have had several Birthdays this week. Shawn's was Sunday, then moms sister Vera, Gracie -(Stevens youngest) today, dads is the 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, and the oldest grandson &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kolby&lt;/span&gt; (Monte's) is 20 on the 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; I think.Mom is getting weaker each day. She spends most of the time resting and doesn't have very much energy to talk. She gets worn out pretty easy. Today she spend most of the time sleeping but was up to the dinner table tonight and was alert for company. No nausea today either! We caught it early and she never did get sick. We are draining her fluid everyday now so she can breath a little easier and not fight it so much. It has been between 250-400 ml each time which is a lot, About 2 liters a week. The hospice nurse doesn't think she will live much longer, maybe a little over a week. It has been quite and emotional roller coaster for all of us. I tend to report on the blog so matter-o-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;factly&lt;/span&gt; because it is too hard to talk about the mushy stuff. All of us kids have tried to spend time with her. It gets hard when you have a family and a job and a life to continue on living. I feel so blessed to be as free as I am and have the ability to spend a lot of time with her. I have been trying to organize all her pictures and get things straightened out so she feels good about leaving her house in order. She had some sisters from the ward come and sing hymns to her today. It was really sweet and I was glad to figure out mom and dads digital camera can video record so I got it on the camera. She really enjoyed it. It was the best part of her day. Last night Brother &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Macky&lt;/span&gt; and Brother &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Mickelson&lt;/span&gt; came to visit and dad the the brethren were able to give mom a blessing. She has good feelings, a good attitude about passing. She has reassured us she is okay to go. Brother Harold Sanders and Bishop Law came to visit mom tonight and gave dad a blessing before they left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am so thankful for the gospel and the things that it teaches us and for the many blessings that come from obeying the commandments and living our best. It is amazing how much your testimony grows in times like these. People always say that and I don't know how many times I have said it myself but truly I have never had a more firm testimony in my entire life that my Savior loves me and knows what I am going through than right now.  There are too many things that "just work out," it amazes me. The other night, I wanted to get away and get a break. My husband and I went out on the boat around 8pm. We were going to go up river and float down while we went fishing in the dark and just relax. As we were putting the boat in, I had my purse flung over my shoulder and was waiting at the dock to catch the boat as it came into the water. As I was bending down to catch it I heard a small splash and watched my hot pink phone float quickly to the bottom. I was so mad and sad and stressed all at the same time I just froze. About 5 minutes goes by and Chris came down the dock. I said, "Um guess what honey? I just dropped my phone in the river." He got in the boat, grabbed a pair of goggles, went down the boat ramp to the spot I dropped it and dove under. Not only did he find my phone but our digital camera as well, which I apparently forgot was in my purse and didn't know I had dropped it because all I saw was pink. 2 days prior, I took about 100 pictures including many of mom, off the camera and saved them to the computer. That was a miracle in its self. I took my phone and the camera apart and let it dry all night and the next day. Around noon the next day, my phone turned on and to make a long story short, after about 3-4 times turning it on and off, some blow drying action and a prayer, my phone works absolutely perfect. The camera turns on at this point at looks as though it will work but I need to charge the batteries.  The same day, I bounced a check for my office rent and was freaking out that I had no money because I have taken so much time off and am waiting for some insurance reimbursement checks. I went into town and while driving by my office decided to check my mail. I received a check for the amount of my bounced check, overdraft fee and a little extra for a cushion. The next morning, my youngest brother Kent and my nephew &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kolby&lt;/span&gt; were driving to work together at about 4:30 am and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Kolby&lt;/span&gt; fell asleep at the wheel, crossed the left lane of traffic on the freeway, drove into a ditch, through a fence and barely missed a tree. The air bags deployed and the car got scratched a little on the side. The boys were safe and neither one was hurt. I would say that my family has been blessed. In hard times, in bitter times, we are still able to taste the sweet. That is what keeps me going. Every night that I get in bed and am too tired to think I seem to always remember I have forgotten to say my prayers. I want to just say them laying there but feel guilty so I try to convince myself to get up and kneel in bed. When my mom was a little stronger and before she was in the hospital bed, I would get her all ready for bed and we would sit and talk a little until her sleeping pill would kick in. One time she was just about asleep and then she sat up and said, I still need to say my prayers. She got up, walked to the end of her bed and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;knelt&lt;/span&gt; down to pray. Ever since that night, I get my lazy bum out of my bed when I have that fight with myself and I kneel down. She has cancer... If she can do it, I can do it. It means a lot more and it is humbling. I will be forever thankful for my moms good attitude and righteous example. One day I had a headache and I snuggled up next to her in her bed and she started to rub my head. That is what I will miss about my mom, her selfless attitude and her giving little heart. Last night when I left the house she asked my if I would help her write some thank you cards. The woman is dying, and she is thinking about how she needs to get her thank you cards out! She is amazing. I am pretty sure I only got half of mine down for my wedding.&lt;div class="bl
