<?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-8340261254056089840</id><updated>2012-01-23T13:42:36.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 6 Wadleys</title><subtitle type='html'>KaySea, Mike, Bryce, Mitchel, Klaralyn, and BABY</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>KaySea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07055126612380977678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sWZcVvLLV_w/TbZGBnIuZGI/AAAAAAAAAco/ljIflRi49Zo/s220/162.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8340261254056089840.post-4579034760479797934</id><published>2011-09-15T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T09:50:50.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting a little Antsy!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am feeling a little antsy for this baby to get here. I want to do so many things but I physically can't. It is pretty much impossible for my to actually pick something off the floor. Which means I am not a nice mom to the kids because I am constantly asking them to pick things up for me. It doesn't help that Klara has been obsessed with all things small and many of them. She loves to play with them or put them into purses and dump them out. I am sorry but I am not a fan of this. I try to be understanding but it really drives me bonkers when there are Klara piles all over the house. The need to clean is getting really strong. Not only for baby but for family coming into town. I am so thankful that they are able to come and help out while I try to recover quickly. I am a bit nervous about the recovery. I know it will pass but the pain just seems so intense for so long to me. My nerves are getting to me so I should probably just clean and not think about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PczJrNsCn2s/TnIhq3Vp6-I/AAAAAAAAAjY/1VptumLgVyw/s1600/august%252Csept%2B037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652617502596393954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PczJrNsCn2s/TnIhq3Vp6-I/AAAAAAAAAjY/1VptumLgVyw/s320/august%252Csept%2B037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken on Monday. I am 38 weeks and so ready. Again no head shots, don't worry it is me and you are not missing anything. It was also taken after 9pm because we had to fix a bookcase that was a little to wobbly with cookbooks. You know me and those cookbooks, I love them. Mike wanted to toss a few and of course I declined. We fixed it as best we could and then I thought why not take a picture of my belly. If you were wondering about the bright blue shirt...it is Mike's and it FITS. It is a Florida Gator shirt too by the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NCOteCH4Uuc/TnIhhjQbbgI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/I8RkxvCFhRc/s1600/august%252Csept%2B036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652617342586940930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NCOteCH4Uuc/TnIhhjQbbgI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/I8RkxvCFhRc/s320/august%252Csept%2B036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mike's mom and I went shopping at some quilt stores in St. George and found these really cute burp rags and blankets. They had already been stitched on the edges so all I needed to do was crochet the edges. Well we went a little overboard I think. I love them all but it was very time consuming and fun at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ymR3lQ2OP-M/TnIhhNpDo3I/AAAAAAAAAjI/W4Sc7oTf98Q/s1600/august%252Csept%2B035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652617336784659314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ymR3lQ2OP-M/TnIhhNpDo3I/AAAAAAAAAjI/W4Sc7oTf98Q/s320/august%252Csept%2B035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hqtn7IlYehQ/TnIhg24nqaI/AAAAAAAAAjA/N2NuMU0_frI/s1600/august%252Csept%2B034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652617330675919266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hqtn7IlYehQ/TnIhg24nqaI/AAAAAAAAAjA/N2NuMU0_frI/s320/august%252Csept%2B034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up with two of these by chance. So adorable!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xbXuGmY2qvw/TnIgsCY2_EI/AAAAAAAAAi4/nyHjKkXjlvE/s1600/august%252Csept%2B031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652616423230864450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xbXuGmY2qvw/TnIgsCY2_EI/AAAAAAAAAi4/nyHjKkXjlvE/s320/august%252Csept%2B031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with the whales first. Just couldn't pass it up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-izfzGL8G5Vg/TnIgrzxm-zI/AAAAAAAAAiw/dGTxOms82tI/s1600/august%252Csept%2B033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652616419308141362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-izfzGL8G5Vg/TnIgrzxm-zI/AAAAAAAAAiw/dGTxOms82tI/s320/august%252Csept%2B033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7GMIcWBm1Hw/TnIgW1fYfPI/AAAAAAAAAio/YMT6kh2ptmo/s1600/august%252Csept%2B032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652616058991312114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7GMIcWBm1Hw/TnIgW1fYfPI/AAAAAAAAAio/YMT6kh2ptmo/s320/august%252Csept%2B032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This one is so cute too. It says "I am a child of God" in all sorts of different languages. Love it!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so ready for him to get here so I can see him and hold him!!! It will be soon. 3 more days!!!! Monday is the day!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8340261254056089840-4579034760479797934?l=the5wadleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/feeds/4579034760479797934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8340261254056089840&amp;postID=4579034760479797934' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/4579034760479797934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/4579034760479797934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/2011/09/getting-little-antsy.html' title='Getting a little Antsy!!'/><author><name>KaySea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07055126612380977678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sWZcVvLLV_w/TbZGBnIuZGI/AAAAAAAAAco/ljIflRi49Zo/s220/162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PczJrNsCn2s/TnIhq3Vp6-I/AAAAAAAAAjY/1VptumLgVyw/s72-c/august%252Csept%2B037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8340261254056089840.post-3711428364761806993</id><published>2011-08-29T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T17:36:32.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st day of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is Bryce going to 4th grade and Mitchel starting his very first day of Kindergarten!! We are so proud of our two boys. It is a little sad sending them off but I know they will do great this year. Mitchel was very excited to go today and it was about 7:30 am and he was wondering why we weren't leaving. He was all ready to go and just waiting for the time to tick by. They both had a great day, besides the heat. Klara on the other hand had a trouble being nice this morning but it is an on and off button with her lately. Still love her and find it fun to take sad pictures of her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uk7Bv4Tc2Qg/TlwuRi4IF4I/AAAAAAAAAig/ZLeJyBUpV-w/s1600/august%2B092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646438911770630018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uk7Bv4Tc2Qg/TlwuRi4IF4I/AAAAAAAAAig/ZLeJyBUpV-w/s320/august%2B092.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-56JZXO8oU2k/TlwuRCWRpsI/AAAAAAAAAiY/0cKiL99cm6Q/s1600/august%2B094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646438903038715586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-56JZXO8oU2k/TlwuRCWRpsI/AAAAAAAAAiY/0cKiL99cm6Q/s320/august%2B094.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VCubbbc6kUs/TlwuRGv3lPI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/Gh2MZGJ61vs/s1600/august%2B095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646438904219800818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VCubbbc6kUs/TlwuRGv3lPI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/Gh2MZGJ61vs/s320/august%2B095.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AsfN6xr6B1I/TlwuQiSeD-I/AAAAAAAAAiI/8yF6QZA09Jk/s1600/august%2B098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646438894432817122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AsfN6xr6B1I/TlwuQiSeD-I/AAAAAAAAAiI/8yF6QZA09Jk/s320/august%2B098.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8340261254056089840-3711428364761806993?l=the5wadleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/feeds/3711428364761806993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8340261254056089840&amp;postID=3711428364761806993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/3711428364761806993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/3711428364761806993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/2011/08/1st-day-of-school.html' title='1st day of School'/><author><name>KaySea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07055126612380977678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sWZcVvLLV_w/TbZGBnIuZGI/AAAAAAAAAco/ljIflRi49Zo/s220/162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uk7Bv4Tc2Qg/TlwuRi4IF4I/AAAAAAAAAig/ZLeJyBUpV-w/s72-c/august%2B092.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8340261254056089840.post-3772664347312246729</id><published>2011-08-20T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T17:17:26.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aunt Sara and Cousins HERE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My sister and her kids came to visit 2 times!! Well she was on her way to see our mom in CA and thought it would be fun to stop on the way there and on the way home!! It was so much fun having all these cousins together. They played so well together and swam of course. It was a gathering of Lauryn, Paige, Andy, and Bryce in one area of the house. Then Ryan and Mitchel were attached in another area of the house. Then Lizzy and Klara were just playing with girl stuff and little objects and lastly there was Max hanging out or napping. Sara and I got to catch up and visit. It was so great!! We miss them already and wish they could have stayed longer or that we lived close so we could see each other more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The pictures are not in any order, just put them on cause the kids are soooo cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QjhdyD8yxJg/Tlwp2bbPvVI/AAAAAAAAAiA/nE-kr_Itznc/s1600/august%2B088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646434047867469138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QjhdyD8yxJg/Tlwp2bbPvVI/AAAAAAAAAiA/nE-kr_Itznc/s320/august%2B088.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kGIlo6SI49k/Tlwp1Y5hCEI/AAAAAAAAAh4/HKy-4JtcLZE/s1600/august%2B082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646434030009256002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kGIlo6SI49k/Tlwp1Y5hCEI/AAAAAAAAAh4/HKy-4JtcLZE/s320/august%2B082.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bc2PurA00qI/Tlwp0uxkwKI/AAAAAAAAAhw/XIQO9mP-mfw/s1600/august%2B043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646434018701656226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bc2PurA00qI/Tlwp0uxkwKI/AAAAAAAAAhw/XIQO9mP-mfw/s320/august%2B043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZGCvP9lZ3pw/Tlwpz4jxfYI/AAAAAAAAAho/E6kMwVTlUgk/s1600/august%2B068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646434004148256130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZGCvP9lZ3pw/Tlwpz4jxfYI/AAAAAAAAAho/E6kMwVTlUgk/s320/august%2B068.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EbmzTpva_mo/TlwpzGgW0FI/AAAAAAAAAhg/i2pKpoXbI3s/s1600/august%2B067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646433990712152146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EbmzTpva_mo/TlwpzGgW0FI/AAAAAAAAAhg/i2pKpoXbI3s/s320/august%2B067.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QOO6uuc_5wk/Tlwo1ODS0jI/AAAAAAAAAhY/hDu0VCP61ek/s1600/august%2B055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646432927585849906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QOO6uuc_5wk/Tlwo1ODS0jI/AAAAAAAAAhY/hDu0VCP61ek/s320/august%2B055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uYfdcJeaBjY/Tlwo09xLjsI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/vqONVF83cKo/s1600/august%2B077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646432923214909122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uYfdcJeaBjY/Tlwo09xLjsI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/vqONVF83cKo/s320/august%2B077.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xP_7vlCfwd4/Tlwo0o2qr5I/AAAAAAAAAhI/6xMbEzOPLAA/s1600/august%2B072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646432917600776082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xP_7vlCfwd4/Tlwo0o2qr5I/AAAAAAAAAhI/6xMbEzOPLAA/s320/august%2B072.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mTiGy8c_DCQ/Tlwo0XfunkI/AAAAAAAAAhA/YEL3sFw94cA/s1600/august%2B031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646432912941162050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mTiGy8c_DCQ/Tlwo0XfunkI/AAAAAAAAAhA/YEL3sFw94cA/s320/august%2B031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sn9Js2rJu6c/Tlwo0K8rfbI/AAAAAAAAAg4/ZSjXEhlEznc/s1600/august%2B028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646432909572930994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sn9Js2rJu6c/Tlwo0K8rfbI/AAAAAAAAAg4/ZSjXEhlEznc/s320/august%2B028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8340261254056089840-3772664347312246729?l=the5wadleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/feeds/3772664347312246729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8340261254056089840&amp;postID=3772664347312246729' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/3772664347312246729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/3772664347312246729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/2011/08/aunt-sara-and-cousins-here.html' title='Aunt Sara and Cousins HERE'/><author><name>KaySea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07055126612380977678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sWZcVvLLV_w/TbZGBnIuZGI/AAAAAAAAAco/ljIflRi49Zo/s220/162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QjhdyD8yxJg/Tlwp2bbPvVI/AAAAAAAAAiA/nE-kr_Itznc/s72-c/august%2B088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8340261254056089840.post-2459063876006639985</id><published>2011-08-10T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T10:20:27.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Little Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since it is summer and I am preggo. I have some extra time on my hands. I have been working on making the new baby some blankets. I finished some and have two more to finish. This is one. His room is actually blue and brown but I could not pass up these cute monkeys. I just love them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M8xRPr13jig/TkK8DP_jj5I/AAAAAAAAAgs/jBaLISdV6v8/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639276447440015250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M8xRPr13jig/TkK8DP_jj5I/AAAAAAAAAgs/jBaLISdV6v8/s320/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This past Sunday I made some brownies for after dinner and the kids always want to LICK the bowl. Well I have a big kid when it comes to that as you can see. Klara is guarding here bowl and won't let anyone else have any. I guess he taught her right. If you get the bowl, take it and run. Mike does complain that I use the spatula too well because there is not much left when I put it in the pan to bake. I personally like them cooked than raw. I guess it depends on my mood too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DezWqzW9wE8/TkK8C0ycwiI/AAAAAAAAAgk/G4NuKh57yKc/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639276440137286178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DezWqzW9wE8/TkK8C0ycwiI/AAAAAAAAAgk/G4NuKh57yKc/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8340261254056089840-2459063876006639985?l=the5wadleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/feeds/2459063876006639985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8340261254056089840&amp;postID=2459063876006639985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/2459063876006639985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/2459063876006639985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/2011/08/some-little-things.html' title='Some Little Things'/><author><name>KaySea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07055126612380977678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sWZcVvLLV_w/TbZGBnIuZGI/AAAAAAAAAco/ljIflRi49Zo/s220/162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M8xRPr13jig/TkK8DP_jj5I/AAAAAAAAAgs/jBaLISdV6v8/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8340261254056089840.post-8882276087016125442</id><published>2011-08-05T12:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T12:11:41.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Date</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally I know the date when the baby will be here!!! I was hoping they would schedule it at my appointment yesterday. I have really gotten used to c-sections I guess. I really do enjoy the planning. It is not the best recovery but at least I know I have people here to help me. First week will be my mom and Mike and then the second week will be my dad and step mom. So excited to see Him and all the family!!! He will be arriving sometime on September 19th. I am so ready!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8340261254056089840-8882276087016125442?l=the5wadleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/feeds/8882276087016125442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8340261254056089840&amp;postID=8882276087016125442' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/8882276087016125442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/8882276087016125442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/2011/08/date.html' title='The Date'/><author><name>KaySea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07055126612380977678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sWZcVvLLV_w/TbZGBnIuZGI/AAAAAAAAAco/ljIflRi49Zo/s220/162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8340261254056089840.post-272393262418442584</id><published>2011-08-01T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T17:22:40.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Summer of Boo Boos</title><content type='html'>Warning...some gross pictures!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks ago we went to visit Granny and Papaw in California. Klara was sleeping and fell out of bed. There is really nothing for her to hit but the railing of the bed which means that she slid of the bed we are guessing. Well she got a cut right between her eyes. Why couldn't it have been and where else? Anyway it was more like a gash so we butterflied it and have been tending to it sense. Still not healed all the way, well I guess she is but I was hoping no scar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636040995703606034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-byRMdxky-FE/Tjc9bLBzyxI/AAAAAAAAAf8/S5Q2PomKZVo/s320/july%2Band%2Baugust%2B045.JPG" /&gt; This past week Bryce went hiking with a friend and fell and got a lot of boo boos. He was so great by not crying and getting all upset about it. They look much better now, a week later. He still has a hard time walking but I think that has to do with fear of bending his leg and braking open the wound. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636041001629258642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qbm1wlYcfIs/Tjc9bhGmE5I/AAAAAAAAAgM/FiU-B7q75yw/s320/july%2Band%2Baugust%2B037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636041007408397154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VtwSBMyo9lo/Tjc9b2ocu2I/AAAAAAAAAgU/0EeWd7FbT7o/s320/july%2Band%2Baugust%2B036.JPG" /&gt; This past weekend Mitchel was being very helpful and bringing something out to us outside. He went to close the sliding glass door and his index finger was not in the right place, smash. Oh the wailing and the crying and the screaming in pain. Out of all three he was the worst at taking the pain. It was so sad and actually hard for me to bandage him up. After some consoling and bribing he finally let me look at it and bandage it up. it does not look good but I am sure he will survive. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636043306250491570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I0QWHRohX2I/Tjc_hqfHVrI/AAAAAAAAAgc/sc6GTVmKrqE/s320/july%2Band%2Baugust%2B040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636040989337620562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L6vDDBlVWCs/Tjc9azUCkFI/AAAAAAAAAf0/v82fptCWW8M/s320/july%2Band%2Baugust%2B042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am hoping the kids will not get hurt anymore. Or can we at least wait till Summer is over?&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/8340261254056089840-272393262418442584?l=the5wadleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/feeds/272393262418442584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8340261254056089840&amp;postID=272393262418442584' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/272393262418442584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/272393262418442584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/2011/08/our-summer-of-boo-boos.html' title='Our Summer of Boo Boos'/><author><name>KaySea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07055126612380977678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sWZcVvLLV_w/TbZGBnIuZGI/AAAAAAAAAco/ljIflRi49Zo/s220/162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-byRMdxky-FE/Tjc9bLBzyxI/AAAAAAAAAf8/S5Q2PomKZVo/s72-c/july%2Band%2Baugust%2B045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8340261254056089840.post-1070198274249558873</id><published>2011-07-07T08:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T08:54:03.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little over 7 months!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Almost there.&lt;/strong&gt; I am not sure on the weeks. I have somewhat been keeping track. I am just ready to know the date of the c-section. Then I will count down the weeks, days, or hours!!! We are still not prepared all the way yet but we did get the boy totes out of the garage and we did finally come up with a name, I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oWEqZcBCySQ/ThXV5yYaqTI/AAAAAAAAAe8/CAXoBFfZO7Q/s1600/080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626638498222745906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oWEqZcBCySQ/ThXV5yYaqTI/AAAAAAAAAe8/CAXoBFfZO7Q/s200/080.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8340261254056089840-1070198274249558873?l=the5wadleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/feeds/1070198274249558873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8340261254056089840&amp;postID=1070198274249558873' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/1070198274249558873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/1070198274249558873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/2011/07/little-over-7-months.html' title='A little over 7 months!!!!!!'/><author><name>KaySea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07055126612380977678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sWZcVvLLV_w/TbZGBnIuZGI/AAAAAAAAAco/ljIflRi49Zo/s220/162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oWEqZcBCySQ/ThXV5yYaqTI/AAAAAAAAAe8/CAXoBFfZO7Q/s72-c/080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8340261254056089840.post-5536974077446907448</id><published>2011-07-07T08:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T08:49:48.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy late Father's day to all the Dads out there. We had a great one. Family came into town and I got to go shopping. And the big boys got to go play Golf. They were gone for forever on Saturday. It was fine with me since I had some company. We made a yummy dinner on Sunday and then our company had to leave. I was feeling a little bad that they had to leave because I later made this Fruit Tart and they missed out. Oh my goodness it was so good. Bryce and Mike had seconds. I will have to make this again. Happy Father's Day again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r8q_Fuc-uxM/ThXUs1T2saI/AAAAAAAAAe0/Q0RABXlX7ek/s1600/067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626637176158990754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r8q_Fuc-uxM/ThXUs1T2saI/AAAAAAAAAe0/Q0RABXlX7ek/s200/067.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8340261254056089840-5536974077446907448?l=the5wadleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/feeds/5536974077446907448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8340261254056089840&amp;postID=5536974077446907448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/5536974077446907448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/5536974077446907448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>KaySea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07055126612380977678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sWZcVvLLV_w/TbZGBnIuZGI/AAAAAAAAAco/ljIflRi49Zo/s220/162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r8q_Fuc-uxM/ThXUs1T2saI/AAAAAAAAAe0/Q0RABXlX7ek/s72-c/067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8340261254056089840.post-325349872468200629</id><published>2011-07-06T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T08:57:37.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy 9th Birthday Bryce!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l2P2DlcniRQ/ThUI_YASxCI/AAAAAAAAAes/5kxdFmjhptY/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626413194337764386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l2P2DlcniRQ/ThUI_YASxCI/AAAAAAAAAes/5kxdFmjhptY/s200/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He was able to have a few friends over to swim and they had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RfWbsArqEyw/ThUI-9jpcdI/AAAAAAAAAek/DjnWLOoO5FA/s1600/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626413187238293970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RfWbsArqEyw/ThUI-9jpcdI/AAAAAAAAAek/DjnWLOoO5FA/s200/021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been told by Bryce that he does not like cake. He had a bad incident around Christmas time with cake. So for here on out it is cookie cake time. These are actually my favorite. I could eat them for every birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qfrXLAkAb4c/ThUI-rzwHiI/AAAAAAAAAec/KSZxTtIVhtc/s1600/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626413182474001954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qfrXLAkAb4c/ThUI-rzwHiI/AAAAAAAAAec/KSZxTtIVhtc/s200/022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a little behind this was back in June. Trying to catch up.&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/8340261254056089840-325349872468200629?l=the5wadleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/feeds/325349872468200629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8340261254056089840&amp;postID=325349872468200629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/325349872468200629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/325349872468200629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!!!'/><author><name>KaySea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07055126612380977678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sWZcVvLLV_w/TbZGBnIuZGI/AAAAAAAAAco/ljIflRi49Zo/s220/162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l2P2DlcniRQ/ThUI_YASxCI/AAAAAAAAAes/5kxdFmjhptY/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8340261254056089840.post-7555103068306793057</id><published>2011-06-28T17:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T17:49:22.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>I was having a hard time finding cute boy clothes but I have found a great place to get a few things. That place is the Gap. They have a sale right now and some of the clothes at Gymboree are cute too. I just can't seem to get into the clothes Old Navy, Target, or even Walmart. The sad thing is that I don't even know what I need yet. All of our boy clothes are in the garage in totes. And they are 5-9 years old. Not sure if they will make the cut this time. We just have not had time to get them out but I am so itching to just do it myself. Probably not such a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also sorry no pictures of the bump let's just say that I am getting big and round. The most challenges I have had so far are walking and standing. It's not so bad it's just all the time. I find it pretty difficult to bend over and pick up all of the little things that the kids leave on the floors. I know I should just ask them to do it but I get impatient and get tired of having to repeat my myself so I end up on the floor. It is also pretty difficult to skim the pool. Not my favorite thing but I always imagine myself slipping and falling in. That would just be great. But I am sure the kids look at me strange as I do this and think, "why is she doing this and she looks really strange." Just the grunts may scare them too. I know I should not complain about this but it is a chore that needs to be done and I am the only one who can do it when Mike is not around. The other challenging thing is going to the gym. I know it is good for me to go. But I feel that my heart rate gets up high enough just getting ready to go. When I get there I feel like I should hold my belly in fear that it will bounce run away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of my thoughts. Now a question. My blog name is going to be outdated soon. I was not thinking right when I made one up. Does anyone know if I change it that everyone else will have to change it on their blogs or will it change automatically? Also any good ideas of a new one?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8340261254056089840-7555103068306793057?l=the5wadleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/feeds/7555103068306793057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8340261254056089840&amp;postID=7555103068306793057' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/7555103068306793057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/7555103068306793057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/2011/06/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>KaySea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07055126612380977678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sWZcVvLLV_w/TbZGBnIuZGI/AAAAAAAAAco/ljIflRi49Zo/s220/162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8340261254056089840.post-6928246166041346675</id><published>2011-05-27T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T14:33:19.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We found out what we are having!!! We went in on May 13th and the baby boy is doing well. Mike and Klara were there with me and Klara kept saying, "No, It's a Girl!" We have worked on that and she loves that she is getting a baby brother. The boys were a little said too but it only lasted a minute. They wanted the family to be even. Mike and I are so happy to have another boy. I reminded him that we have to buy a lot of new boy clothes. The ones we have our 6-9 years old. Yay!! for me. But I am having a hard time finding cute baby boy clothes. I am going to keep on looking!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wishafriend.com/glitter/" target="new"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="glitter graphics" src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg294/wafpaf/glitter/itsaboy/its-a-boy1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8340261254056089840-6928246166041346675?l=the5wadleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/feeds/6928246166041346675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8340261254056089840&amp;postID=6928246166041346675' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/6928246166041346675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/6928246166041346675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/2011/05/we-found-out-what-we-are-having-we-went.html' title=''/><author><name>KaySea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07055126612380977678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sWZcVvLLV_w/TbZGBnIuZGI/AAAAAAAAAco/ljIflRi49Zo/s220/162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8340261254056089840.post-386126632095564284</id><published>2011-05-05T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T15:28:40.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BaBy Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;For those that are far away, here is #4 at 19.5 weeks. I am hoping to actually take weekly or monthly pictures. I haven't ever done the picture thing before and thought it would be fun to have one of the kids documented. I may reconsider once I see how much bigger I look on photo. Already it seems that I look a lot more than 19+ weeks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Next week though will be so exciting!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The 13th we will have the big ultrasound and find out what we are having. We had thought that we would just wait till the baby was born to find out what it is but after talking to the kids we have decided we will find out. I am not sure if they would be okay with such a sudden surprise so we are going to let it grow on them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PmstWOH04Cc/TcMhEoaMRAI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/MAJKhTzXZlE/s1600/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603358724829496322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PmstWOH04Cc/TcMhEoaMRAI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/MAJKhTzXZlE/s200/031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8340261254056089840-386126632095564284?l=the5wadleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/feeds/386126632095564284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8340261254056089840&amp;postID=386126632095564284' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/386126632095564284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/386126632095564284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/2011/05/baby-post.html' title='BaBy Post'/><author><name>KaySea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07055126612380977678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sWZcVvLLV_w/TbZGBnIuZGI/AAAAAAAAAco/ljIflRi49Zo/s220/162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PmstWOH04Cc/TcMhEoaMRAI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/MAJKhTzXZlE/s72-c/031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8340261254056089840.post-3063733752007531716</id><published>2011-04-28T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T13:07:59.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter (I know, I am slow)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dying Easter eggs in style. Well not really we didn't want the clothes to get messed up so they don't look that great. Got them all to smile. They thought it was fun and we did it in big bowls so we could fit more than one in them. It worked great and went much faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600654989635667234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KUMPlVzWf_w/TbmGCh7AxSI/AAAAAAAAAdI/W3RQ--x0BQg/s200/spring%2Bbreak%2B044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600654995894709330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_BW80PkELzc/TbmGC5PSLFI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/5RPyoWON9mE/s200/spring%2Bbreak%2B045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600654999632035138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D-mjHt8BFTM/TbmGDHKVPUI/AAAAAAAAAdY/ACLDp5cqTBU/s200/spring%2Bbreak%2B046.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The results were even better. I found a really neat egg dying kit. They got to make little animals on it and great felt stickers and I put their names on them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iIp1MCGO404/TbmGDlRtSqI/AAAAAAAAAdg/7kBXFn4oHkQ/s1600/spring%2Bbreak%2B047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600655007716035234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iIp1MCGO404/TbmGDlRtSqI/AAAAAAAAAdg/7kBXFn4oHkQ/s200/spring%2Bbreak%2B047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After we dyed the eggs we went off to the Bass Pro Shop. I know it sounds weird but we heard that they were having an Easter egg hunt. It was pretty crowded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600659389870953266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VpfYLV3P7JM/TbmKCqE20zI/AAAAAAAAAeA/xDm_RYUzEFo/s200/spring%2Bbreak%2B070.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The kids were able to go find 5 eggs and each egg had to be in a different department. It was not easy finding them. Mike and I would find one and tell them where it was. We ended up getting more from the front of the store. They were not filled so we had to stand in line to get the candy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600659381694154034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WiwdURX8QZo/TbmKCLnWxTI/AAAAAAAAAd4/oKDRXywnAMA/s200/spring%2Bbreak%2B071.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600659375990528178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0Z4mHDQc4I4/TbmKB2XgWLI/AAAAAAAAAdw/wE6SrXBScs8/s200/spring%2Bbreak%2B073.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After that line it was off to another line. The kids played and looked at the boats while we stood in line. I was so ready to sit but there was really no where to sit. I ended up getting in a boat for a bit and sitting. It was very nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600659372570091826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZbYta413SWk/TbmKBpoAoTI/AAAAAAAAAdo/SgkvGiIyuYo/s200/spring%2Bbreak%2B076.JPG" /&gt; The results were amazing!!!! They took one shot and got them all looking at the camera and smiling. So happy with our free picture and the fun the kids had. Happy Easter!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602952979416118386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MiCaT-ikciE/TcGwDI9QdHI/AAAAAAAAAeI/O2DrhUtVtIo/s200/spring%2Bbreak%2B084.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8340261254056089840-3063733752007531716?l=the5wadleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/feeds/3063733752007531716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8340261254056089840&amp;postID=3063733752007531716' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/3063733752007531716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/3063733752007531716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/2011/04/easter-i-know-i-am-slow.html' title='Easter (I know, I am slow)'/><author><name>KaySea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07055126612380977678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sWZcVvLLV_w/TbZGBnIuZGI/AAAAAAAAAco/ljIflRi49Zo/s220/162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KUMPlVzWf_w/TbmGCh7AxSI/AAAAAAAAAdI/W3RQ--x0BQg/s72-c/spring%2Bbreak%2B044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8340261254056089840.post-1405886708656442035</id><published>2011-04-25T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T21:25:12.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am feeling so overwhelmed with all the things I want to teach my children. Tonight was the first time Bryce has really spoken out about his concerns with school. He told us he is unhappy. We asked why and his answer was it is too loud at school. The kids in class will not stop talking. There are also missing basketballs at recess and that upsets him. It upsets him when he is good and the teacher does not notice and doesn't give him credit for being good. He went on and on tonight. It seemed that we need to do a lot more explaining and he to us. I feel that it is hard to get him to talk about his feeling though and I really had to ask and ask over and over tonight. I just wanted to know. He was so upset he didn't even want to eat. This is so unlike him. He is the child garbage disposal so we knew something was up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We ended the night with family home evening and he started to come around to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;himself&lt;/span&gt; then. But I was again feeling like we could have talked all night about all the things that they need to know. They had so many questions that I wanted to answer but then there came a time where it was just time to go to bed. I hope that we raise our kids right or the best that we can. I hope they can choose right from wrong and be able to stand up for themselves. I just feel that there is more that I can or should be doing, but how?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8340261254056089840-1405886708656442035?l=the5wadleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/feeds/1405886708656442035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8340261254056089840&amp;postID=1405886708656442035' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/1405886708656442035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/1405886708656442035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/2011/04/how.html' title='How??'/><author><name>KaySea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07055126612380977678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sWZcVvLLV_w/TbZGBnIuZGI/AAAAAAAAAco/ljIflRi49Zo/s220/162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8340261254056089840.post-4617031892399551306</id><published>2011-04-25T15:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T16:28:36.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;First of all I do NOT like loading pictures on here. It seems like it takes forever. These are our chains that we made. Just looking at them makes it seem like summer is forever away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uggg!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599652002506984610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MZ0vpxtW6lo/TbX10_s7zKI/AAAAAAAAAbI/lhR3GHVXbMo/s200/spring%2Bbreak%2B001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The kids are crazy!! It is really cold in the pool and they thought it was great so we let them swim. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599652004419493570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cvNOcJbDps4/TbX11G06XsI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/XnHy9ogX2dQ/s200/spring%2Bbreak%2B003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599652009201151794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zt78NNaqyI4/TbX11Yo8rzI/AAAAAAAAAbY/xWK_oImbgfg/s200/spring%2Bbreak%2B004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599652015894406674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U8hSpac_zFc/TbX11xkvphI/AAAAAAAAAbg/5PwDJp5XmEo/s200/spring%2Bbreak%2B005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had to put in another picture of Klara. She was so cute in her new swimsuit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599652022073063538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NU3HmITiKQQ/TbX12Il2eHI/AAAAAAAAAbo/z5krtBQByak/s200/spring%2Bbreak%2B086.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We took the kids to the Drive-Ins to see Rio. They has so much fun. The movie was so cute too. It was a little windy there so I could have done without that. We brought some blankets and it worked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599658686993438482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzHufkVCd5U/TbX76FWslxI/AAAAAAAAAbw/jEcvvl-ZovE/s200/spring%2Bbreak%2B019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599658692641334514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3u4IGOJg9Ds/TbX76aZQpPI/AAAAAAAAAb4/oucSbLD6HbY/s200/spring%2Bbreak%2B021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599659032520375250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b3-W9EN9rkQ/TbX8OMivO9I/AAAAAAAAAcA/93g-HtntBGE/s200/spring%2Bbreak%2B022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599659038451805090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A4m5dDGCV-s/TbX8Oio5q6I/AAAAAAAAAcI/imkkzaSeJaE/s200/spring%2Bbreak%2B028.JPG" /&gt;Crazy pictures. I would have put in more but it just takes so long. The movie had been delayed because it wasn't dark enough so we were being silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0gKVEOnRf3I/TbX8v92AmBI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/VYLuIeH2Nec/s1600/spring%2Bbreak%2B032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599659612690225170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0gKVEOnRf3I/TbX8v92AmBI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/VYLuIeH2Nec/s200/spring%2Bbreak%2B032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we took the kids to Primm to ride on the rides for free. They had so much fun here too. I couldn't go on any of them but I got to SHOP. Found some amazing deals at Old Navy out there. The whole store was 40% off. It was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599659616558298802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-phGsGiLVLFk/TbX8wMQOtrI/AAAAAAAAAcY/6DiMJTb9_YA/s200/spring%2Bbreak%2B036.JPG" /&gt;We had a great time but I wish it were longer. Today was hard going back to school. Not for the kids though, just me!!&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/8340261254056089840-4617031892399551306?l=the5wadleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/feeds/4617031892399551306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8340261254056089840&amp;postID=4617031892399551306' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/4617031892399551306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/4617031892399551306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/2011/04/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break'/><author><name>KaySea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07055126612380977678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sWZcVvLLV_w/TbZGBnIuZGI/AAAAAAAAAco/ljIflRi49Zo/s220/162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MZ0vpxtW6lo/TbX10_s7zKI/AAAAAAAAAbI/lhR3GHVXbMo/s72-c/spring%2Bbreak%2B001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8340261254056089840.post-1747787272324869619</id><published>2011-04-21T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T11:03:09.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am BACK</title><content type='html'>Spring Break is here and we are not doing anything exciting. I know it is great. I love it. The kids not so much. This is our week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday...&lt;br /&gt;Made chains to count down the last day of school and when we find out what the baby is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday...&lt;br /&gt;Went to see the movie Hop. The kids loved it. It was also great because I got to get a large drink to share for one dollar, Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday...&lt;br /&gt;Real exciting here---we cleaned the toy room and all the kids rooms. Yes I know I am so creative. Then we went to play at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;McDonald's&lt;/span&gt;. Then they got in the freezing pool. Nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday...&lt;br /&gt;Going to the park. Going to get the kids free dinner at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;IHOP&lt;/span&gt; and then taking them to the Drive-ins to see Rio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday...&lt;br /&gt;Going to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Primm&lt;/span&gt; to let the kids ride the rides for free while I go Shopping. Fun for me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday...&lt;br /&gt;Dying &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Easter&lt;/span&gt; eggs then going to the Easter Egg Hunt at the Bass Pro Shop. Free by the way and you get a free picture with the Easter bunny. Thanks for letting me know about it Kellie!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday...&lt;br /&gt;Church and Easter!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday...&lt;br /&gt;Blah Blah Blah..... back to School. 32 more days for Bryce till Summer and 14 for Mitchel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures will appear later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8340261254056089840-1747787272324869619?l=the5wadleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/feeds/1747787272324869619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8340261254056089840&amp;postID=1747787272324869619' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/1747787272324869619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/1747787272324869619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-am-back.html' title='I am BACK'/><author><name>KaySea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07055126612380977678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sWZcVvLLV_w/TbZGBnIuZGI/AAAAAAAAAco/ljIflRi49Zo/s220/162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8340261254056089840.post-2104064790119621450</id><published>2009-10-04T13:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T16:28:37.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Zion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388851599193464002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SskL-mU43MI/AAAAAAAAAYU/gWP4k4f9o9A/s200/100_8558.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We came to Zion to go camping two weekends ago. Well we also came so I could massage some friends that were scrap booking at the Lodge in the next picture. We got up and out of the house at five in morning. The kids were all wide awake and ready to go. We got to the park and to our surprise it was National Parks day so it was free to get in. Normally it is $25. That was great. Got inside the camp grounds and got a campsite right next to the bathrooms. Another great thing with kids. We set up the tent and were off again. Mike took me up to lodge to do the massages. It takes about 45 minutes to get there from the campsite. It is so worth it though, the drive is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SskOXiqT7kI/AAAAAAAAAYs/kBBy2vFzVk4/s1600-h/100_8602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388854226729561666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SskOXiqT7kI/AAAAAAAAAYs/kBBy2vFzVk4/s200/100_8602.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SskM9kgBjqI/AAAAAAAAAYk/nDXfrITm1Fk/s1600-h/100_8600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388852681035058850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SskM9kgBjqI/AAAAAAAAAYk/nDXfrITm1Fk/s200/100_8600.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids waiting for me to get my massage stuff out of the car so they could go venturing off with dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SskM9KPcLmI/AAAAAAAAAYc/7UrfWzC7BPQ/s1600-h/100_8588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388852673986178658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SskM9KPcLmI/AAAAAAAAAYc/7UrfWzC7BPQ/s200/100_8588.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is right before the really long tunnel before you get to the lodge. A little out of order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388854239576010914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SskOYShJMKI/AAAAAAAAAY0/myhfi4Um5Ig/s200/100_8612.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They came back to the campsite to have lunch and the river was right next to the camp so the kids had fun walking along it. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388858034589693442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SskR1MC6dgI/AAAAAAAAAY8/wyqpfyizJRA/s200/100_8621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388858047123337186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SskR16vKr-I/AAAAAAAAAZE/dRb0tgvZ7E8/s200/100_8627.JPG" border="0" /&gt;There is a shuttle there that will take you to some hikes and they went on it to go on one of the shortest hikes. Klara needs to be carried everywhere. I don't know how Mike did it alone. He said they both fell asleep on the shuttle bus on the way back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388858055050667602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SskR2YRMJlI/AAAAAAAAAZM/psgqRRg-0TI/s200/100_8632.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388858068463813490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SskR3KPIg3I/AAAAAAAAAZU/jYKAZgTSXxo/s200/100_8644.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is Klara's cheese face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388864063848278994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SskXUIyLa9I/AAAAAAAAAZc/Weh1VGtlHWM/s200/100_8653.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Roasting our marshmallows. The kids had some fun wit the fire. Possibly too much. No one got hurt but they did get in trouble. They had to learn not to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;swing&lt;/span&gt; the sticks around that were still hot from the fire. Mainly Mitchel was doing this, but he learned pretty quick not to swing it around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388864075700660146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SskXU08AZ7I/AAAAAAAAAZk/qiIXhdjJsBU/s200/100_8658.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the back here on the picnic table you can see how dirty Klara was. She loved playing and sitting in the dirt. I think she thought is was sand at the beach or something. She could care less how much dirt was on her. The same for food. She didn't care if it feel on the ground and was covered in dirt. We of course took it away from her, but it was just funny to see her like of well dirt won't hurt me looks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388864083011479266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SskXVQLCpuI/AAAAAAAAAZs/YamcDF-oCdc/s200/100_8672.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We made it through the night. It got pretty windy. So much that you could hear it coming for you. A little creepy, but the kids slept through it. Pretty chilly in the morn but not too bad. Not freezing so we came at a good time of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388864093648308978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SskXV3zDyvI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/owbknit2VUg/s200/100_8667.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Back at the river next to the campsite. Mike made some yummy breakfast for us all in the dutch oven. I was in charge of entertaining the kids till it was done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388864108309305010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SskXWuag1rI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/mtsKCV796H8/s200/100_8676.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Bryce took off roaming around the river so we took some pictures without him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388870795636476626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/Sskdb-pjitI/AAAAAAAAAaE/iQxggRNYZdY/s200/100_8687.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; I would say cheese. This is what I would get. Minus Bryce not looking it is a cute picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388870835815341842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SskdeUU8XxI/AAAAAAAAAak/3ys0LAJCPmw/s200/100_8707.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Mike kept on wanting to taking pictures of the scenery. It is so gorgeous, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I felt&lt;/span&gt; that the pictures did not do it justice and wanted to just take pictures of the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388870828564536930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/Sskdd5UN3mI/AAAAAAAAAac/bZO8QLJ_RTk/s200/100_8715.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388870814819100706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SskddGHDKCI/AAAAAAAAAaU/TxLGxe0ycvw/s200/100_8696.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This was how we hiked with Klara. She was like this on the whole mile there and the whole mile back. She eventually got Mike to hold her and fell asleep. I ended up with a very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hungry&lt;/span&gt; Mitchel on my back towards the end. They are still a little too small for hiking, but we will get them there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388870804309239490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/Sskdce9TZsI/AAAAAAAAAaM/T41aw0bzHp8/s200/100_8695.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Our little family with some random people in the back, sorry, we asked for our picture to be taken and this is what we got. We had fun and i hope you enjoyed the very long post full of pictures.&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8340261254056089840-2104064790119621450?l=the5wadleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/feeds/2104064790119621450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8340261254056089840&amp;postID=2104064790119621450' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/2104064790119621450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/2104064790119621450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/2009/10/trip-to-zion.html' title='Trip to Zion'/><author><name>KaySea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07055126612380977678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sWZcVvLLV_w/TbZGBnIuZGI/AAAAAAAAAco/ljIflRi49Zo/s220/162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SskL-mU43MI/AAAAAAAAAYU/gWP4k4f9o9A/s72-c/100_8558.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8340261254056089840.post-322219933788903865</id><published>2009-05-29T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T14:42:08.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Stories</title><content type='html'>Klara has gotten really big and BRAVE. She has fallen a lot too in this Brave test of hers. She loves to get on top of the table and either just sits there or stands or plays with all the paperwork up there. Thankfully she has not fallen of the table yet, but you here me shout her name every time she gets up there. I have even gotten Mitchel to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341340481311851810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SiBA3j0BxSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/fa783qTGZNg/s200/100_7202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341340476513889266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SiBA3R8Gq_I/AAAAAAAAAWc/E2LPz83aNeE/s200/100_7200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been hard feeding her. She is getting a lot of teeth. So depending on the day she will eat everything brought to her or she will turn her nose up at everything. This day was a eat everything day and then put my finger in it and use that as the stick. Funny girl, she is really starting to say little words that I am the only one that can understand but it counts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341348033891262098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SiBHvLXR3pI/AAAAAAAAAXM/wytJNJOxg1M/s200/100_7415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will just have to say this is a cute outfit. She has little tinker bell shoes on that light up. Oh fun little things we have bought for this girl. The not so fun part is her HAIR. I don't know what to do with it. So I don't do anything. I did get her ears pierced because she has no hair and  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I wanted&lt;/span&gt; to dress her up. She has hair just weird hair. I am not sure if you can tell but there is a long tail on the back of her head here. She is trying to run away from me, but I got a picture of her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;eventually&lt;/span&gt;. Anyway Mike calls it "the business in the front and party in the back" look. A.K.A. The Mullet. Billy Ray Cyrus here we come.(You do know that I am from Texas, right?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341340496669057394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SiBA4dBeIXI/AAAAAAAAAW0/CF3KkNICmDg/s200/100_7424.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341348029329502162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SiBHu6Xq79I/AAAAAAAAAXE/jxjVhAOcY7A/s200/klara.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do have other children. This one here just doesn't want his picture taken. Bryce is in school. I will post other pictures later. Mitchel is pretty cute too. And he was trying to fool me. I am smarter than a three year old sometimes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341348045454045794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SiBHv2cD8mI/AAAAAAAAAXc/F0lrnci74Gg/s200/100_7197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341348049540601634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SiBHwFqX1yI/AAAAAAAAAXk/WM8LEWC9Dlk/s200/100_7196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341348038327455714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SiBHvb48z-I/AAAAAAAAAXU/G2so50fDAI8/s200/100_7433.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8340261254056089840-322219933788903865?l=the5wadleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/feeds/322219933788903865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8340261254056089840&amp;postID=322219933788903865' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/322219933788903865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/322219933788903865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/2009/05/little-stories.html' title='Little Stories'/><author><name>KaySea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07055126612380977678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sWZcVvLLV_w/TbZGBnIuZGI/AAAAAAAAAco/ljIflRi49Zo/s220/162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SiBA3j0BxSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/fa783qTGZNg/s72-c/100_7202.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8340261254056089840.post-1495198519288121443</id><published>2009-05-29T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T12:56:56.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We actually took some family pictures this year. Our tradition is in December or January because that is Bryce's half year mark. When he was little it seemed to matter more. Now it is just a good time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; Mike has off a whole month from school. These I think were actually taken in February so we were very off this year. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hope&lt;/span&gt; you enjoy. She took a ton and it is really hard to get 5 people to all look good at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SiA9TTmKKlI/AAAAAAAAAWU/R8a_5IUFjFk/s1600-h/2979_97531577597_716537597_2531126_4446847_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341336559948540498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SiA9TTmKKlI/AAAAAAAAAWU/R8a_5IUFjFk/s200/2979_97531577597_716537597_2531126_4446847_n.jpg" 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/8340261254056089840-1495198519288121443?l=the5wadleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/feeds/1495198519288121443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8340261254056089840&amp;postID=1495198519288121443' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/1495198519288121443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/1495198519288121443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/2009/05/family-pictures.html' title='Family Pictures'/><author><name>KaySea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07055126612380977678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sWZcVvLLV_w/TbZGBnIuZGI/AAAAAAAAAco/ljIflRi49Zo/s220/162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SiA9TTmKKlI/AAAAAAAAAWU/R8a_5IUFjFk/s72-c/2979_97531577597_716537597_2531126_4446847_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8340261254056089840.post-4425327129425355477</id><published>2009-05-29T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T12:52:48.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baseball Player Klara</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bryce started Baseball in March and this was in April. A little behind I know. She thought this hat was so much fun. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;She&lt;/span&gt; looked pretty cute in it too. Since then she will find any hat and put it on and just walk around like she is such a big girl. We went and got some little GIRL hats thinking that she would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; them. Not so much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; want them on at all. Figures, she has a lot of males in the house. Maybe she will be a TOMBOY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SiABfvYlqlI/AAAAAAAAAWM/tMXAah1FFwI/s1600-h/100_6940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341270802868578898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SiABfvYlqlI/AAAAAAAAAWM/tMXAah1FFwI/s200/100_6940.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SiABfLhy59I/AAAAAAAAAWE/D3vchl8RLQE/s1600-h/100_6946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341270793243518930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SiABfLhy59I/AAAAAAAAAWE/D3vchl8RLQE/s200/100_6946.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341270781681359074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SiABegdKWOI/AAAAAAAAAV0/hFsCsi5ot-w/s200/100_6943.JPG" border="0" /&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/8340261254056089840-4425327129425355477?l=the5wadleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/feeds/4425327129425355477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8340261254056089840&amp;postID=4425327129425355477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/4425327129425355477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/4425327129425355477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/2009/05/baseball-player-klara.html' title='Baseball Player Klara'/><author><name>KaySea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07055126612380977678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sWZcVvLLV_w/TbZGBnIuZGI/AAAAAAAAAco/ljIflRi49Zo/s220/162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SiABfvYlqlI/AAAAAAAAAWM/tMXAah1FFwI/s72-c/100_6940.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8340261254056089840.post-2175904503303844716</id><published>2009-05-27T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T18:16:48.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KaySea/Mom Bday</title><content type='html'>I turned a year older. No need to tell everyone how old, either you already know or don't need to know because everyone thinks I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; too young and then I get made fun of, I am getting older though. A bit crazy this one: Mike is crazy busy with work and school. He had bids and finals and me and the kids to juggle with. I am very impressed that he got me flowers and a present in the middle of it all. One thing he didn't get was the CAKE. I am okay making them but not my own. But I don't really want to spend the money on one either and I don't want to see Mike's cake. I am sure it would be great but I will wait for that later in life. I made a great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;raspberry&lt;/span&gt; ice cream cake and ate it too. Here's some pictures!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340674412106806210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/Sh3jFOqk88I/AAAAAAAAAVU/oKdntASCPxU/s200/100_7163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/Sh3jF2X5XYI/AAAAAAAAAVk/gQQnw--top4/s1600-h/100_7174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340674422765870466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/Sh3jF2X5XYI/AAAAAAAAAVk/gQQnw--top4/s200/100_7174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340674429440755202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/Sh3jGPPUBgI/AAAAAAAAAVs/vXMTXAwZg5U/s200/100_7175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340674415471792002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/Sh3jFbM2j4I/AAAAAAAAAVc/b46aQS6ZRP4/s200/100_7176.JPG" border="0" /&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/8340261254056089840-2175904503303844716?l=the5wadleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/feeds/2175904503303844716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8340261254056089840&amp;postID=2175904503303844716' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/2175904503303844716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/2175904503303844716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/2009/05/kayseamom-bday.html' title='KaySea/Mom Bday'/><author><name>KaySea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07055126612380977678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sWZcVvLLV_w/TbZGBnIuZGI/AAAAAAAAAco/ljIflRi49Zo/s220/162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/Sh3jFOqk88I/AAAAAAAAAVU/oKdntASCPxU/s72-c/100_7163.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8340261254056089840.post-8886982182081678129</id><published>2009-04-13T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T21:56:08.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We hope you all had a great Easter. Ours was so much better than last year. (I wasn't around much last year.) It was so fun seeing them see all their goodies. We dyed Easter eggs on Saturday. We weren't going to do too many and then ended up doing over 40. Let me tell you that is a lot of eggs, there are still a lot in my fridge. The kids had a blast doing it. The Easter bunny hid them all and we found them all, thank goodness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324390510319647042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SeQI9ZUQOUI/AAAAAAAAAUU/-wAISs3wUNQ/s200/100_7058.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Only took one picture because my camera battery died, aww man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324390515148906946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SeQI9rTo4cI/AAAAAAAAAUc/pVXPBIdVAos/s200/100_7070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryce the morning of Easter. So I learned something new about this little boy today. He loves finding easter eggs. He always had to go after them. We were trying to help Mitchel and he would see where we would softly point and off he went. I felt kind of bad but we had to hold him back towards the end. We were all laughing, but never thought I would have to say stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324390507614312594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SeQI9PPQGJI/AAAAAAAAAUM/rIwtPntKBzk/s200/100_7072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here is our SWEETIE and I mean he loves the Sweet stuff. He would have rathered sat and ate easter candy than do anyting else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324390516725208050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SeQI9xLdU_I/AAAAAAAAAUk/bKhYsT9SGZU/s200/100_7090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Our newest SWEETIE. Wow she may end up worse than Mitchel with the sweets. She is actually trying to hold all the candy at once. We eventually gave her a little purse she could put it all in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324390522384266178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SeQI-GQrs8I/AAAAAAAAAUs/xBagvGcrnMM/s200/100_7098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324397632832340354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SeQPb-vnAYI/AAAAAAAAAU0/oIWqwB1OTls/s200/100_7114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324397639954650914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SeQPcZRs1yI/AAAAAAAAAVE/-wkathhFaBg/s200/100_7125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324397634216993026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SeQPcD5vIQI/AAAAAAAAAU8/MNxqEGF92ME/s200/100_7117.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All three, NONE looking at the camera. They are all looking at Mike.  I have no idea what he was doing but it sure got their attention. Hope the rest of April is great for everyone. I am sorry for not posting sooner. As you can tell Klara does walk now. She started about the week after I posted my whinny message about her not walking. We are all so much happier now. A lot has happened and maybe I will go back and post about it all, OR not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;br /&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;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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8340261254056089840-8886982182081678129?l=the5wadleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/feeds/8886982182081678129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8340261254056089840&amp;postID=8886982182081678129' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/8886982182081678129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/8886982182081678129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter'/><author><name>KaySea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07055126612380977678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sWZcVvLLV_w/TbZGBnIuZGI/AAAAAAAAAco/ljIflRi49Zo/s220/162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SeQI9ZUQOUI/AAAAAAAAAUU/-wAISs3wUNQ/s72-c/100_7058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8340261254056089840.post-7964329430610497300</id><published>2009-02-23T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T19:51:41.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I thought girls were faster??</title><content type='html'>What has been bothering me the most lately??? Klara is not walking!! She will walk on her knees and she gets so upset when I try to walk with her. We try to use incentives but she just plops down and crawls. Ugghh, it is driving me wild!! I am almost to the point of not picking her up and see what happens, but then she gets hurt and I of course have to pick her up, or she will give me the weird smile and big tears and aww I have to pick her up again. I am such a softy. We have two other kids, BOYS, and they walked by their 13th month. Klara with be 14 months in a week!! What do I do??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8340261254056089840-7964329430610497300?l=the5wadleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/feeds/7964329430610497300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8340261254056089840&amp;postID=7964329430610497300' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/7964329430610497300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/7964329430610497300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-thought-girls-were-faster.html' title='I thought girls were faster??'/><author><name>KaySea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07055126612380977678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sWZcVvLLV_w/TbZGBnIuZGI/AAAAAAAAAco/ljIflRi49Zo/s220/162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8340261254056089840.post-8646231548275523267</id><published>2009-02-06T15:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T15:50:54.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little irritated</title><content type='html'>I went to pick Bryce up from school today and thinking this is just a normal day, but no...not a normal day. A man in the car driving next to me while I am putting the kids in car starts yelling at another man across the street. I don't know what happened and I don't really care. The language they were using was uncalled for and I almost said something. I was really waiting for the guy in the car to get out when the one across the street asked him if he wanted to fight. Reminding you that these are two adult males with children that they have just picked up from school. Oh I really wish I would have said something but then the thought crosses my mind that these are already two large crazy mad men and what would I say to them that they would actually listen to. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ugghhh&lt;/span&gt;...I feel bad that I don't have enough confidence to stand up to people when I know they are wrong....I am just a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;irritated&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8340261254056089840-8646231548275523267?l=the5wadleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/feeds/8646231548275523267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8340261254056089840&amp;postID=8646231548275523267' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/8646231548275523267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/8646231548275523267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/2009/02/little-irritated.html' title='A little irritated'/><author><name>KaySea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07055126612380977678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sWZcVvLLV_w/TbZGBnIuZGI/AAAAAAAAAco/ljIflRi49Zo/s220/162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8340261254056089840.post-1001851341016626534</id><published>2009-02-06T09:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T09:23:52.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is this??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SYxxUcKpb8I/AAAAAAAAAT0/MhJ4U2OMj5E/s1600-h/100_6188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299735457480404930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SYxxUcKpb8I/AAAAAAAAAT0/MhJ4U2OMj5E/s200/100_6188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;OK, so you have to click on the image to really see. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; I look at this I have to laugh. I was sweeping the other day and couldn't tell what it was till I bent over and then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;laughed&lt;/span&gt; after not having a good day. The kids probably put it there on purpose...at least that is what I am going to think. Nothing like being uplifted by a face looking up at you from the floor. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;, I need to get out more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8340261254056089840-1001851341016626534?l=the5wadleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/feeds/1001851341016626534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8340261254056089840&amp;postID=1001851341016626534' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/1001851341016626534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/1001851341016626534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-is-this.html' title='What is this??'/><author><name>KaySea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07055126612380977678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sWZcVvLLV_w/TbZGBnIuZGI/AAAAAAAAAco/ljIflRi49Zo/s220/162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SYxxUcKpb8I/AAAAAAAAAT0/MhJ4U2OMj5E/s72-c/100_6188.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8340261254056089840.post-2412153640323435129</id><published>2009-01-21T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T12:22:36.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Klaralyn turns ONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Klara&lt;/strong&gt; turned one on the 2nd. I am really late getting this in sorry. We got her all dressed up and decided to take her to Chuckee Cheeses. It is where we took the other two. Not sure why considering they can't do too much there but we take them anyway. She had a great time. She ate a whole piece of pizza and played a lot on the slides. Took her to the doctor today and found out all the good stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Height: 30 1/4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weight: 21lb. 9 oz.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Percentage: 79%&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sounds good to me. She has some problems with her skin, a bit dry. The Vegas weather really doesn't help. Here are the latest pictures of our little girl:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293800357725878402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SXdbYKoWOII/AAAAAAAAASk/9H2WNEEi0Yg/s200/100_5899.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293800364223661554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SXdbYi1ihfI/AAAAAAAAASs/UzUBgTMt4eA/s200/100_5941.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt; She has already found a boyfriend. What are we gonna do??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SXdbZcjkXxI/AAAAAAAAAS0/upKkeRA_My8/s1600-h/100_5986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293800379717541650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SXdbZcjkXxI/AAAAAAAAAS0/upKkeRA_My8/s200/100_5986.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Party!!  I am loving all the pink can you tell??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293800381523688258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SXdbZjSL-0I/AAAAAAAAAS8/WCZituoOYlM/s200/100_6013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;What a cutie. She really sat on the table and looked at her presents while the boys basically opened them all for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293800388827530866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SXdbZ-fjxnI/AAAAAAAAATE/BiOMhMJ24aI/s200/100_6020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready for the cake!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293830094868277362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SXd2bGHlaHI/AAAAAAAAATM/uN4IGzgj_KI/s200/100_6049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Now she is done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293830105203399122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SXd2bsnq2dI/AAAAAAAAATU/8xZ8wdRKoWM/s200/100_6059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse the mess but she was so funny on the horse. She has the crazy hair from the cake and in her little birthday suit. Happy Birthday Klara!!&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8340261254056089840-2412153640323435129?l=the5wadleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/feeds/2412153640323435129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8340261254056089840&amp;postID=2412153640323435129' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/2412153640323435129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/2412153640323435129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/2009/01/klaralyn-turns-one.html' title='Klaralyn turns ONE'/><author><name>KaySea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07055126612380977678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sWZcVvLLV_w/TbZGBnIuZGI/AAAAAAAAAco/ljIflRi49Zo/s220/162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SXdbYKoWOII/AAAAAAAAASk/9H2WNEEi0Yg/s72-c/100_5899.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8340261254056089840.post-6823294084311471086</id><published>2009-01-06T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T21:32:15.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas in Topeka, KS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This was Klara's first Christmas. We spent it with Mike's family in Topeka KS. A trip that I don't want to make very often just because it is so far away. Other than the long drive we had a lot of fun. Klara decided it was much more fun to sit on the presents than open them. I think she would have been happy playing with a box. Mitchel wanted to open every one's presents, and Bryce didn't think he got enough. He didn't remember that Santa visited &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas too. We were glad to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;-thaw in Vegas coming from the below freezing weather in KS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SWQVsBgkmDI/AAAAAAAAASc/gnsMYVbyQjk/s1600-h/100_5758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288375708503283762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SWQVsBgkmDI/AAAAAAAAASc/gnsMYVbyQjk/s200/100_5758.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SWQVrmjAyFI/AAAAAAAAASU/82Q4OyAcafQ/s1600-h/100_5757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288375701265762386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SWQVrmjAyFI/AAAAAAAAASU/82Q4OyAcafQ/s200/100_5757.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SWQVrB3puZI/AAAAAAAAASM/BAJ233uaXd0/s1600-h/100_5738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288375691420219794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SWQVrB3puZI/AAAAAAAAASM/BAJ233uaXd0/s200/100_5738.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pictures speak for themselves. No one should be stuck in a car for 26 hours. Especially three small children and two tired and impatient adults. We drove straight through and spent 2 hours trying to get over the Dam on the way home. Needless to say we left a few bottles of yellow substance on the side of the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SWPgYNz4y9I/AAAAAAAAAR8/YQKY50tMlys/s1600-h/IMG_5813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288317094091869138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SWPgYNz4y9I/AAAAAAAAAR8/YQKY50tMlys/s200/IMG_5813.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SWPgW9pJlnI/AAAAAAAAAR0/VunUyDGWG6A/s1600-h/IMG_5812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288317072571995762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SWPgW9pJlnI/AAAAAAAAAR0/VunUyDGWG6A/s200/IMG_5812.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SWPgWjv3GBI/AAAAAAAAARs/EiwW9KcYHNI/s1600-h/IMG_5801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288317065620822034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SWPgWjv3GBI/AAAAAAAAARs/EiwW9KcYHNI/s200/IMG_5801.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SWPeen3efUI/AAAAAAAAARk/Jw1I3VLC4Zo/s1600-h/IMG_5800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288315005142203714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SWPeen3efUI/AAAAAAAAARk/Jw1I3VLC4Zo/s200/IMG_5800.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288317111298726818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SWPgZN6Um6I/AAAAAAAAASE/bXOKdYfdHUU/s200/IMG_5815.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, those lights way up in the right hand corner going up the hill are cars. This was our 5 mile bumper to bumper traffic at the Dam. See any bottles???&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8340261254056089840-6823294084311471086?l=the5wadleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/feeds/6823294084311471086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8340261254056089840&amp;postID=6823294084311471086' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/6823294084311471086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/6823294084311471086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-in-topeka-ks.html' title='Christmas in Topeka, KS'/><author><name>KaySea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07055126612380977678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sWZcVvLLV_w/TbZGBnIuZGI/AAAAAAAAAco/ljIflRi49Zo/s220/162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SWQVsBgkmDI/AAAAAAAAASc/gnsMYVbyQjk/s72-c/100_5758.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8340261254056089840.post-7095176902971466240</id><published>2008-11-04T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T16:50:31.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween (WARNING-a long one)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;For us Halloween consists of many things. We had our playgroup that met at our house and we made bat pumpkins, fun for not only the kids but the MOMS. Who got stuck actually making the bats, MOM. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We also have Mike's birthday in the middle of all of this. We designated one day for him and decided to carve pumpkins that day too. It's really not a great idea to carve pumpkins in Nevada. For some reason they last longer in Texas and we forget that every year. We carved them on Sunday and by Wednesday they were gross. Had to through them out. The kids were sad but got over very quickly how could you not with candy all around you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We also had to make a trip to the Pumpkin Patch. I really should have posted this after each event but that just seems impossible to me. My kids are actually asleep except for one who can occupy himself for long periods of time and is perfectly happy without the other two around like me. We both need breaks I guess. Anyway the patch was fun. Klara was not too excited about being there but the boys had a blast. It was a bit more pricey this year so they didn't do too much but that was fine with them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bryce had his Halloween at school day. The whole school went outside and did a parade. It was so funny. I felt kind of awkward walking around taking pictures of people, I didn't go with anyone and it was just me and I was laughing kind of too myself. Four teachers dressed up as the KISS group and I am not sure why it was so funny but it was. They were acting like them too and had guitars and everything. Oh I should have videotaped it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The following day finally Halloween, I felt like I was doing pretty good with the no candy thing, but then all of the sudden bam! and I just enjoyed myself with all sorts of goodies to choose from. Bryce and Mitchel are loving it too. We had Trunk or Treat the night of Halloween and then went around the neighborhood. Mitchel is a bit more scared than Bryce was at his age so we had to be careful. It was a fun eventful Halloween. (I am kind of glad it is over.)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264943878809034482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SRDWkBrHnvI/AAAAAAAAAQE/jx4EepTEq-U/s200/100_4991.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264943892921678418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SRDWk2P1elI/AAAAAAAAAQM/uL8fvYtaThc/s200/100_5035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264943904101219650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SRDWlf5PvUI/AAAAAAAAAQU/jl8wqBAp3tQ/s200/100_5039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264943910712490002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SRDWl4hfuBI/AAAAAAAAAQc/ykh1jJ1nUKU/s200/100_5070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265001171299620738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SREKq41UV4I/AAAAAAAAAQs/Q7mxyLqupEI/s200/100_5085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265001178851141698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SREKrU9vaEI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/6AgtEiAdD-c/s200/100_5096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265001182037529282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SREKrg1b0sI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/TWNW3qlbmrY/s200/100_5124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265001191628601170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SREKsEkH91I/AAAAAAAAARE/_SGt_QXiYac/s200/100_5147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265001195059659554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SREKsRWJwyI/AAAAAAAAARM/1jsPzNTovHQ/s200/100_5149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry, had to add in the SCARY picture. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265005144568221250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SREOSKaXzkI/AAAAAAAAARU/MVCNMB8UqnU/s200/100_5159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8340261254056089840-7095176902971466240?l=the5wadleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/feeds/7095176902971466240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8340261254056089840&amp;postID=7095176902971466240' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/7095176902971466240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/7095176902971466240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-warning-long-one.html' title='Halloween (WARNING-a long one)'/><author><name>KaySea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07055126612380977678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sWZcVvLLV_w/TbZGBnIuZGI/AAAAAAAAAco/ljIflRi49Zo/s220/162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SRDWkBrHnvI/AAAAAAAAAQE/jx4EepTEq-U/s72-c/100_4991.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8340261254056089840.post-7635612199613753090</id><published>2008-11-04T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T14:25:37.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mike's brother Brian did the Pumpkin Man a couple of weeks ago. It was held out at Boulder City. What is a Pumpkin Man you ask?? First you swim, not sure how many meters but it took Brian about 45 minutes. Okay just looked it up and it was 1.2 miles. He was first out of the water and Mike actually got a picture, it was really neat to see him. They swam in the cold cold water at Lake Mead. Then you run barefoot in Brian's case to get your bike. Bike for 56 miles through the hilly area around Lake Mead. Then after all of that you get to RUN for 13.1 miles. Brian didn't have time to put on socks which was not good towards the middle of the run. He wasn't feeling very well at the end but he made it and he does this all the time. WOW! Here are some pictures of us waiting to see glimpses of him. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264926052368132162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SRDGWZAaKEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/iiTQhFPnT-E/s200/100_4929.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264926059847928754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SRDGW03uy7I/AAAAAAAAAPM/JYUznlfVH7E/s200/100_4930.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264926063629434882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SRDGXC9UAAI/AAAAAAAAAPU/dGUrckVgnu8/s200/100_4936.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264926072014301762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SRDGXiMa6kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/-eDOW1bripU/s200/100_4941.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264926083744862034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SRDGYN5ND1I/AAAAAAAAAPk/6knXk8v6YV8/s200/100_4950.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264929561736988274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SRDJiqbJRnI/AAAAAAAAAP0/jjq7oH3eMeY/s200/100_4951.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264929570059887426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SRDJjJbeo0I/AAAAAAAAAP8/knyXi2Hgx_s/s200/100_4966.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264929555818419762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SRDJiUYDFjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/ioSEa_ZGSBg/s200/100_4971.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Brian actually goes by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wadley&lt;/span&gt;, but the kids still call him Uncle Brian. He came out to house on Sunday and played with the kids and had dinner. They really wear him out. It was a lot of fun as Bryce says. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8340261254056089840-7635612199613753090?l=the5wadleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/feeds/7635612199613753090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8340261254056089840&amp;postID=7635612199613753090' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/7635612199613753090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/7635612199613753090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/2008/11/pumpkin-man.html' title='Pumpkin Man'/><author><name>KaySea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07055126612380977678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sWZcVvLLV_w/TbZGBnIuZGI/AAAAAAAAAco/ljIflRi49Zo/s220/162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SRDGWZAaKEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/iiTQhFPnT-E/s72-c/100_4929.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8340261254056089840.post-6437355773459627614</id><published>2008-10-14T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T17:48:43.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Klaralyn 9 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257169033528815746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SPU3Yd-rMII/AAAAAAAAAO0/qQEWr4TtT4Y/s200/klara1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Wow! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Three more months and she will be a year. It has gone by so fast once again. Took her to the doctor and she is 28 and 3/4 inches tall and 19.8 lbs. Can't remember the head measurements. She is one cute little thing. She is crawling and pulling up and walking along the couch. She is officially on the bottle for almost 2 weeks now. Yes, I feel so free. We love her tons and she just adores her big brother Bryce. He is an amazing helper and she thinks he is the best, follows him around the house and everything. Mitchel on the other hand thinks "baby kayra" is a little annoying. She keeps on touching him and taking away his toys. What a naughty sister:) She knows what she wants and she will go and get it. Here are some new pics of her and her two cute brothers. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257169023407311826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SPU3X4RhS9I/AAAAAAAAAOs/XUxRDRFfMOo/s200/klara.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257169013573337954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SPU3XTo6w2I/AAAAAAAAAOc/cyxVwazjyaI/s200/100_4891.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257169020331305202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SPU3Xs0JKPI/AAAAAAAAAOk/FntcoI8ALGY/s200/100_4896.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257169039727835618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SPU3Y1EoueI/AAAAAAAAAO8/HfbqZ_UK0f8/s200/100_4669.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Where's Klara??? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Just a random picture. The kids think it is so fun to take all the couch cushions off and jump or dive from them. Fun for them not so much for me. Recently taught Bryce that HE can put the cushions back on the couches.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8340261254056089840-6437355773459627614?l=the5wadleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/feeds/6437355773459627614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8340261254056089840&amp;postID=6437355773459627614' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/6437355773459627614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/6437355773459627614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/2008/10/klaralyn-9-months.html' title='Klaralyn 9 months'/><author><name>KaySea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07055126612380977678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sWZcVvLLV_w/TbZGBnIuZGI/AAAAAAAAAco/ljIflRi49Zo/s220/162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SPU3Yd-rMII/AAAAAAAAAO0/qQEWr4TtT4Y/s72-c/klara1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8340261254056089840.post-1567584739853549235</id><published>2008-10-03T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T09:08:42.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoping October gets better!!</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I really wish I had my tonsils removed. I have been sick more than my kids. I have had the stomach virus and then this past week I have had a throat infection. And I wonder why I can't keep up, I am always sick. It really is not easy to take care of children and yourself. Of course I come last as usual, last to get dressed, last to take a shower, last to eat, last to sleep. The list goes on. Hopefully I will not be sick anymore or at least till the next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Potty training has been going well. Well till yesterday something happened to my sweet innocent 2 yr old....An accident. Two of them. I woke up from a desperately needed nap to a crying child, Klara. Went in to get her and smelt something awful. Checked her and nothing there, OH NO!! MITCHEL...where is he??? Went all over the house looking for him, went back upstairs and smelt him out from under his BED. I say, "Why are you hiding from me??" Mitchel says, " I poopy!" Me, "I know." I can smell you all over the upstairs. Clean him up and think everything will be fine he just got distracted playing with the toys in Klara's room and decided to go in the underwear instead of going on the potty. Fine I understand this stuff happens, a first for him and we have been doing this for a while now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later that day I decided I needed a break so I would go to the gym. Didn't last long I was there for a total of 10 minutes, then the big loud speaker comes on, "WILL KAYSEA WADLEY PLEASE COME TO THE PLAYROOM." Uggg, well that's me. Go there and he has had another accident. Okay well let's go home I guess. The day just got worse. I am not going to bore you with it, but a bowl got broken, someone slapped someone (let me clarify this one, not me), someone poked someone in the eye, someone threw a wooden block at someone, and I yelled a lot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK time for some pictures. I am not sure why my son has to go to the bathroom like this but he does and I am also not sure why every child thinks they need the whole roll of toilet paper to wipe their bum, but they do. Enjoy!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252959995972434066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SOZDSPNGOJI/AAAAAAAAAOM/oI-4200OVSI/s200/100_4618.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252959997126978226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SOZDSTgXKrI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Y-xHHeStVew/s200/100_4614.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8340261254056089840-1567584739853549235?l=the5wadleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/feeds/1567584739853549235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8340261254056089840&amp;postID=1567584739853549235' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/1567584739853549235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/1567584739853549235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/2008/10/hoping-october-gets-better.html' title='Hoping October gets better!!'/><author><name>KaySea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07055126612380977678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sWZcVvLLV_w/TbZGBnIuZGI/AAAAAAAAAco/ljIflRi49Zo/s220/162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SOZDSPNGOJI/AAAAAAAAAOM/oI-4200OVSI/s72-c/100_4618.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8340261254056089840.post-984228376937211592</id><published>2008-09-05T14:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T16:12:12.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Boy Mitchel!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mitchel is 2 years and almost 10 months old. We decided it was time to get this potty training thing over with. We started last Friday and he hasn't had too many accidents. So far 3 I think. Not bad! We are celebrating by going to chuckee cheeses tomorrow. He is very excited about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SMGosJ7JZAI/AAAAAAAAAKU/wRx8vJTXTcI/s1600-h/mitchel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242656917767676930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SMGosJ7JZAI/AAAAAAAAAKU/wRx8vJTXTcI/s200/mitchel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SMGosddo8VI/AAAAAAAAAKc/TXV_F-cpiqg/s1600-h/100_4563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242656923012624722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SMGosddo8VI/AAAAAAAAAKc/TXV_F-cpiqg/s200/100_4563.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cute cars undies are working. I didn't get any pictures of this, but I will tell the story anyways. Klara has a baby entertainer thing that has a mirror on it and Mitchel knew there was a lightning mcqueen on his undies. Guess he really wanted to see it cause he was twisted and looking in the little mirror on her toy. It was so funny I tried really hard not to laugh. Their have been other times that he has tried to look at his bum to see the design on the undies. They should really put those on the front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SMGossKBH6I/AAAAAAAAAKk/KLy-PeQjc-4/s1600-h/100_4560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242656926956855202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SMGossKBH6I/AAAAAAAAAKk/KLy-PeQjc-4/s200/100_4560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "I'm a Big Kid NOW!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8340261254056089840-984228376937211592?l=the5wadleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/feeds/984228376937211592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8340261254056089840&amp;postID=984228376937211592' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/984228376937211592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/984228376937211592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/2008/09/big-boy-mitchel.html' title='Big Boy Mitchel!!'/><author><name>KaySea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07055126612380977678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sWZcVvLLV_w/TbZGBnIuZGI/AAAAAAAAAco/ljIflRi49Zo/s220/162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SMGosJ7JZAI/AAAAAAAAAKU/wRx8vJTXTcI/s72-c/mitchel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8340261254056089840.post-2656879247500825213</id><published>2008-08-31T10:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T11:26:14.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School</title><content type='html'>The first day of school for Bryce. The other two had to join in. The first week is over and already we have had some interesting experiences. A couple of days before school, Bryce got his glasses. That has been an adjustment, just to remember them is hard sometimes for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SLrU6YdpRjI/AAAAAAAAAJc/wPLSiKqptOk/s1600-h/100_4507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240735215863285298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SLrU6YdpRjI/AAAAAAAAAJc/wPLSiKqptOk/s200/100_4507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The first day of school I made him a yummy lunch. Made sure I had everything in there cause this was his first lunch at school and everything. Well he didn't get to eat ANY of it. I thought I was a good mom and put his name all over his lunch box, but that didn't matter. He had someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; lunch at lunch time and didn't say anything, neither did the other boy. Found out after school when he asked me why I put brown stuff on his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sandwich&lt;/span&gt;, peanut butter, I said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ididn't&lt;/span&gt;. Then I realized he was talking about another lunch with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pb&lt;/span&gt; and j. He doesn't like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pb&lt;/span&gt; and j so I never make it for him. We took the wrong lunch box back to his teacher and got his back the next day. Thank goodness I had a spare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SLrU6jq_GZI/AAAAAAAAAJk/rnSs811NSmY/s1600-h/100_4508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240735218872031634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SLrU6jq_GZI/AAAAAAAAAJk/rnSs811NSmY/s200/100_4508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The third day of school he wasn't even able to go to. We had to take him to the dentist to get two molars removed. Ouch, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I know&lt;/span&gt;. He has some permanent teeth coming in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;under the baby teeth&lt;/span&gt; that are the wrong ones. They pulled the teeth out after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;heavly&lt;/span&gt; sedating him and then we have to go back and put spacers in so he won't have more problems when the right teeth are ready to come in. Oh the pain I was in for him. I wished so much that he didn't have to do that. The dentist told me I needed to keep him home. Glad I did he was really groggy most of the day and even took a nap. The rest of the week went okay. Now onto week number two!! Hope all are enjoying their kids school as much as we are:)&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/8340261254056089840-2656879247500825213?l=the5wadleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/feeds/2656879247500825213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8340261254056089840&amp;postID=2656879247500825213' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/2656879247500825213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/2656879247500825213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School'/><author><name>KaySea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07055126612380977678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sWZcVvLLV_w/TbZGBnIuZGI/AAAAAAAAAco/ljIflRi49Zo/s220/162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SLrU6YdpRjI/AAAAAAAAAJc/wPLSiKqptOk/s72-c/100_4507.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8340261254056089840.post-3895838874528620817</id><published>2008-08-19T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T21:40:34.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Any Suggestions??</title><content type='html'>Went to the dentist this week. Thought I was doing good, just haven't been in a year or so. We had to wait forever for our insurance to kick in. Looked up what seemed like a good place. SEEMED!! Got in there and it took forever for them to actually see me. I had to ask for my teeth to be cleaned and they seemed mad about it. My gums bleed a ton because they are sensitive and I don't floss as often as I should, but then again that is why I am there. I am really not liking the water cleaning teeth thing. I don't know how to spell what it is actually called, but I really do love the traditional way better. Anyway get home and realize I have something stuck to my back tooth. Nope it is not my tooth, it is a hole that was not there before. What is up with that??? How could you make a hole in someone's tooth just from cleaning them?? Now my question, Anyone have a favorite dentist that I can see??? I would love to go back and get some work done, but not where I went on Monday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8340261254056089840-3895838874528620817?l=the5wadleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/feeds/3895838874528620817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8340261254056089840&amp;postID=3895838874528620817' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/3895838874528620817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/3895838874528620817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/2008/08/any-suggestions.html' title='Any Suggestions??'/><author><name>KaySea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07055126612380977678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sWZcVvLLV_w/TbZGBnIuZGI/AAAAAAAAAco/ljIflRi49Zo/s220/162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8340261254056089840.post-3762615656457492935</id><published>2008-07-24T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T19:30:58.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Van Vleck, Texas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The kids and I came to Texas to some my family. My dad has a house in Van &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Vleck&lt;/span&gt; (it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;close&lt;/span&gt; to Bay City) anyway the house is on about eight acres with a lot of oak trees. The boys have been having a ball. We can't go outside too much because of the weather and the bugs but around 6 or so it gets to be pretty nice. Here are some of the things we have been doing. There will be more posts of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SIkxTX-txAI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Mj8R4RTg3rw/s1600-h/IMG_4159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SIkxTX-txAI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Mj8R4RTg3rw/s320/IMG_4159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The boys relaxing in the swing. So Comfy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SIkxTZpWEbI/AAAAAAAAAIk/c5QPac-3STg/s1600-h/IMG_4167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SIkxTZpWEbI/AAAAAAAAAIk/c5QPac-3STg/s320/IMG_4167.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;They planted some trees and need to water them a lot. It is kind of far away so have to get water inside the tractor and take it out there and give them water. Mitchel and Bryce were very fascinated with it. Mitchel had to stop and check out the plant after it had been watered. They don't grow that fast!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SIkxTtkYu2I/AAAAAAAAAIs/Y_A3L8GIUOI/s1600-h/IMG_4169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SIkxTtkYu2I/AAAAAAAAAIs/Y_A3L8GIUOI/s320/IMG_4169.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;The Tractor with the BOYS. Uncle Nick driving of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SIkxT6_XFjI/AAAAAAAAAI0/gAT3fE3BDFM/s1600-h/IMG_4172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SIkxT6_XFjI/AAAAAAAAAI0/gAT3fE3BDFM/s320/IMG_4172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SIk0XdaXWTI/AAAAAAAAAI8/EWAwYV0qwNA/s1600-h/IMG_4176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SIk0XdaXWTI/AAAAAAAAAI8/EWAwYV0qwNA/s320/IMG_4176.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;Baby Girl Klara along for the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Tractor Boys. All smiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SIk0XrvyaMI/AAAAAAAAAJE/6T3NAz1J4SY/s1600-h/IMG_4183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SIk0XrvyaMI/AAAAAAAAAJE/6T3NAz1J4SY/s320/IMG_4183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                              Bryce lost his 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; tooth  on Tuesday. It was a&lt;br /&gt;big one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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://bp0.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SIk0YJflrNI/AAAAAAAAAJM/g4lbGmtz-Po/s1600-h/IMG_4140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SIk0YJflrNI/AAAAAAAAAJM/g4lbGmtz-Po/s320/IMG_4140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SIk0YLXK7yI/AAAAAAAAAJU/tphnnmn3V0E/s1600-h/IMG_4136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SIk0YLXK7yI/AAAAAAAAAJU/tphnnmn3V0E/s320/IMG_4136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad has a sand pile out front so we had to play in it of course. He poured a walkway and needed&lt;br /&gt;some sand, he just has a little left over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King of the HILL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8340261254056089840-3762615656457492935?l=the5wadleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/feeds/3762615656457492935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8340261254056089840&amp;postID=3762615656457492935' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/3762615656457492935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/3762615656457492935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/2008/07/van-vleck-texas.html' title='Van Vleck, Texas'/><author><name>KaySea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07055126612380977678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sWZcVvLLV_w/TbZGBnIuZGI/AAAAAAAAAco/ljIflRi49Zo/s220/162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SIkxTX-txAI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Mj8R4RTg3rw/s72-c/IMG_4159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8340261254056089840.post-3118070614419053476</id><published>2008-06-24T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T19:59:53.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mitchel Mischeif</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;About a month ago I went to go get my car washed and left the kids home with my mom. Somehow Mitchel got away and decided to be very NAUGHTY. He went up to our bedroom and decided to put everything in the trash can in the toilet. Then proceeded to flush a billion times. I wonder why it didn't all go down. Anyway I got home and looked in the bedroom just glancing in there and then noticed a big water spot. I called my dad and brother to figure out what to do, Mike was busy. I got a lot of towels and a pan. Then I had to stick a screwdriver up in the sheet rock where it was the worst. As soon as I did that all sorts of water came running down. Scared me to death and I was on the phone with my dad at the time. He must have thought I was crazy. Got the water out and then fixed the toilet, but it still was leaking. The last picture is the main problem. Someone put the pipes in wrong, so that needs to replaced and then we can fix the hole and then I can finally take a shower in my bathroom again. Thanks to Mitchel for causing and finding our problems. Anyone else have some unfortunate things happen do to their children??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SGF1rlN4nLI/AAAAAAAAAHU/4sA7TeODglk/s1600-h/100_3323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215579235056917682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SGF1rlN4nLI/AAAAAAAAAHU/4sA7TeODglk/s200/100_3323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SGF1sB976XI/AAAAAAAAAHc/OSsM2iFnzO8/s1600-h/100_3326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215579242774653298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SGF1sB976XI/AAAAAAAAAHc/OSsM2iFnzO8/s200/100_3326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Drying out the water!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SGF1sSsdpII/AAAAAAAAAHk/MjKWb-SvmvA/s1600-h/100_3328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215579247264769154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SGF1sSsdpII/AAAAAAAAAHk/MjKWb-SvmvA/s200/100_3328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It is much bigger now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215647681175343858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SGGz7q4L0vI/AAAAAAAAAH0/JylXbGJbd5I/s200/100_3751.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The hole is big enough to take a picture of this!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8340261254056089840-3118070614419053476?l=the5wadleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/feeds/3118070614419053476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8340261254056089840&amp;postID=3118070614419053476' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/3118070614419053476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/3118070614419053476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/2008/06/mitchel-mischeif.html' title='Mitchel Mischeif'/><author><name>KaySea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07055126612380977678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sWZcVvLLV_w/TbZGBnIuZGI/AAAAAAAAAco/ljIflRi49Zo/s220/162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SGF1rlN4nLI/AAAAAAAAAHU/4sA7TeODglk/s72-c/100_3323.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8340261254056089840.post-3168629936272496552</id><published>2008-06-11T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T14:50:20.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disneyland!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We had our yearly trip to Disneyland. We went during Mike's break after the Spring Semester. Yeah, two more years left!!! We took the challenge and took Klara with us. It was a lot of fun. We got to the hotel around 8 or 9 pm. Was ready to send the kids to bed but thought they were cute in just there undies/diapers!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SE_jHfJsIZI/AAAAAAAAAGg/gYUcvRyfoF0/s1600-h/IMG_3342_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210633011651682706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SE_jHfJsIZI/AAAAAAAAAGg/gYUcvRyfoF0/s200/IMG_3342_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Klara is a big smiler. (Not sure if that is a word) She had a great time in the stroller. I tried not to change her in a cute outfit because most of the time she always gets her business done in the morning. It always gets on her clothes. These are her pjs still.  I changed her later after she was done!!! This was the first day of Disney and she was all smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SE_jK9eL2LI/AAAAAAAAAGo/iMP30S9f05c/s1600-h/IMG_3349_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210633071330318514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SE_jK9eL2LI/AAAAAAAAAGo/iMP30S9f05c/s200/IMG_3349_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We headed to Splash Mountain first. We were there a while because I went on the ride with Bryce and then Mike did too. Bryce hasd a blast going on all the rides two times!! While Iwas waiting all the characters came out. I made Mike run over and take pictures real quick. We just got the Pooh characters pictures, we never found anyone else. Then again it was over a 100 degrees this day. They must have beeen HOT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210633087794285986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SE_jL6zgDaI/AAAAAAAAAGw/OQFguZ7Q2cA/s200/IMG_3352_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Okay!!! Don't know what happened here, but Mitchel wanted to be funny. Everytime I look at this it cracks me up. Mike took the pictures so maybe he made him do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SE_jL2lVf-I/AAAAAAAAAG4/9ksRCRuseGQ/s1600-h/IMG_3358_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210633086661132258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SE_jL2lVf-I/AAAAAAAAAG4/9ksRCRuseGQ/s200/IMG_3358_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I got a new mei tai for Klara. Thank goodness, she was in it a lot. She liked to fall asleep in it. She looked really uncomfortable sleeping with her head down, but everytime we tried to move her she would wake up. Here we were waiting for the parade to start in California Adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SE_jMNdTlBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/w3MJL5KkT2g/s1600-h/IMG_3498_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210633092801467410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SE_jMNdTlBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/w3MJL5KkT2g/s200/IMG_3498_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This is after we got home. We got Mitchel a Mickey mouse hat and they were wearing them so we took some pictures. Bryce had his from last year. I guess it is one per year, we didn't get Klara one. Guess she will have to wait till next year. Obviously she doesn't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210638248968549874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SE_n4VrVdfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ExILphLHhYc/s200/IMG_3610_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&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/8340261254056089840-3168629936272496552?l=the5wadleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/feeds/3168629936272496552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8340261254056089840&amp;postID=3168629936272496552' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/3168629936272496552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/3168629936272496552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/2008/06/disneyland.html' title='Disneyland!!'/><author><name>KaySea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07055126612380977678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sWZcVvLLV_w/TbZGBnIuZGI/AAAAAAAAAco/ljIflRi49Zo/s220/162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SE_jHfJsIZI/AAAAAAAAAGg/gYUcvRyfoF0/s72-c/IMG_3342_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8340261254056089840.post-1137392717204679494</id><published>2008-05-09T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T09:17:47.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Word Answers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a name="328028519166036892"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Got this from Rachael. I need something to post and can't get my act together with the whole picture thing. So here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Can Only Type One Word. Now copy or forward, change the answers to suit you, and pass it on. It's really hard to only use one-word answers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Where is your cell phone? kitchen&lt;br /&gt;2. Your significant other? work&lt;br /&gt;3. Your hair? brown&lt;br /&gt;4. Your mother? fun&lt;br /&gt;5. Your father? cool&lt;br /&gt;6. Your favorite thing? bed&lt;br /&gt;7. Your dream last night? book&lt;br /&gt;8. Your favorite drink? sweet&lt;br /&gt;9. Your dream/goal? temple&lt;br /&gt;10. The room you're in? office&lt;br /&gt;11. Your ex? alabama&lt;br /&gt;12. Your fear? fat&lt;br /&gt;13. Where do you want to be in 6 years? Texas&lt;br /&gt;14. Where were you last night? home&lt;br /&gt;15. What you're not? outgoing&lt;br /&gt;16. Muffins? blueberry&lt;br /&gt;17. One of your wish list items? boat&lt;br /&gt;18. Where you grew up? Texas&lt;br /&gt;19. The last thing you did? email&lt;br /&gt;20. What are you wearing? PJs&lt;br /&gt;21. Your TV? disney&lt;br /&gt;22. Your pets? kids&lt;br /&gt;23. Your computer? table&lt;br /&gt;24. Your life? stressed&lt;br /&gt;25. Your mood? jumpy&lt;br /&gt;26. Missing someone? dad&lt;br /&gt;27. Your car? new&lt;br /&gt;28. Something you're not wearing? Pants&lt;br /&gt;29. Favorite Store? Target&lt;br /&gt;30. Your summer? hot&lt;br /&gt;31. Like someone? friends&lt;br /&gt;32. Your favorite color? blue&lt;br /&gt;33. When is the last time you laughed? morning&lt;br /&gt;34. Last time you cried? weeks&lt;br /&gt;35. Who will/would re-post this? everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8340261254056089840-1137392717204679494?l=the5wadleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/feeds/1137392717204679494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8340261254056089840&amp;postID=1137392717204679494' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/1137392717204679494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/1137392717204679494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/2008/05/one-word-answers.html' title='One Word Answers'/><author><name>KaySea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07055126612380977678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sWZcVvLLV_w/TbZGBnIuZGI/AAAAAAAAAco/ljIflRi49Zo/s220/162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8340261254056089840.post-2681967309345714822</id><published>2008-05-03T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T00:34:41.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little Note</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am a year older as of Thursday and I have been feeling it since I had Klara. I don't think it is my age, but my children that make me feel older every day. Many stories to tell of how my brain left when she was born. I can not tell you how many times I have forgotten something. Anyone else have this problem?? It was not like this with the other two. I still had a brain. A few of my embarassing moments that I thought I would never reveal, but I have to get these of my chest. I have recently taken a shower and forgotten to shave one of my legs. Oh, but I remembered the other one. Hmm, I had to tell Mike and that was fun. I did fix it later. But not the same day. My house is never clean because I start cleaning one thing and then I remember that I need to do homework with Bryce or change the laundery or go feed the baby, the list goes on and on. Do I go back to what I was cleaning in the first place?? The answer is NO, come see my house and you will see the results of a brainless KaySea. I hope to get it together some day SOON. Any advice???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8340261254056089840-2681967309345714822?l=the5wadleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/feeds/2681967309345714822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8340261254056089840&amp;postID=2681967309345714822' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/2681967309345714822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/2681967309345714822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/2008/05/little-note.html' title='A little Note'/><author><name>KaySea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07055126612380977678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sWZcVvLLV_w/TbZGBnIuZGI/AAAAAAAAAco/ljIflRi49Zo/s220/162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8340261254056089840.post-3754638241033966852</id><published>2008-05-02T23:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T00:22:29.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little Catching Up</title><content type='html'>Just a few pictures of what has been going on the last two months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Grand Canyon and took a ton of pictures. I was in the car getting well aquainted with the back seat of the van. (just getting sick) Anyway I didn't know how sick I was till later. The boys had so much fun. Someone had taken the time to make a MINI snow man. We had to take pitures of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SBwIPJfZGkI/AAAAAAAAAFg/lemYoaEyMHo/s1600-h/100_2947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196037126417357378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SBwIPJfZGkI/AAAAAAAAAFg/lemYoaEyMHo/s200/100_2947.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On the way to the Grand Canyon we stopped at the Hoover Dam to meet up with my Dad and Susie and they had Bryce and Uncle Nick with them. They wanted to do the tour, so that went on ahead without us. I was bored and waiting for them so I stuck Klara in Mitchel's carseat. She was so happy there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SBwIQpfZGlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/cpM7K0kNkMY/s1600-h/100_2908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196037152187161170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SBwIQpfZGlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/cpM7K0kNkMY/s200/100_2908.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our Easter pictures. Sorry these are not on the actual day of Easter. This was a week later. They all look great and it doesn't matter what day it was on as long as I got a picture of everyone in their Easter clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SBwIRJfZGmI/AAAAAAAAAFw/WDOcYyXdyEE/s1600-h/easter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196037160777095778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SBwIRJfZGmI/AAAAAAAAAFw/WDOcYyXdyEE/s200/easter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We decided to get Klara a new swing. We have been bad and have been trying to make everything last a little bit longer. I had a friend come to visit that has a baby boy just a couple months older than Klara and she put him in the swing and was asking me, "Is this how fast this goes?" The swing was barely moving is what she was trying to tell me. I had no idea it was so bad. We changed the batteries and everything. Then we got the new swing, WOW, it almost seems like she might fly out of it. Love it though! Thanks to Babies R' Us!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SBwIR5fZGnI/AAAAAAAAAF4/u-Fedkc156Y/s1600-h/100_2774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196037173661997682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SBwIR5fZGnI/AAAAAAAAAF4/u-Fedkc156Y/s200/100_2774.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In April we went on a hike at Red Rock. It is Mike's class tradition to go every year. They went last year and I didn't and I can't remember why. Hmm, like everything else I can't remember. Anyway we had a great time. We borrrowered a carrier for Mike to carry Mitchel in and I wore Klara in my Mai tai (?spelling) That thing was amazing and so comfortable. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SBwISZfZGoI/AAAAAAAAAGA/qW22hLWyH-E/s1600-h/100_3070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196037182251932290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SBwISZfZGoI/AAAAAAAAAGA/qW22hLWyH-E/s200/100_3070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just threw this picture in here because Bryce was off in his own little world and I barely saw him while we were there. He is growing up so fast and it makes me kind of sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196040626815703698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SBwLa5fZGpI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Yw03kMStqmo/s200/100_3078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay!!! Not the right kid in here I know. It was the funniest thing peeking over to where the swing was and watching him try to figure out how to get in the swing without falling out. He didn't want me to take his pictures, but I had to. Later I found him in here with one of Klara's baby blankets yelling for me to put it on him. Crazy kid. I guess he doesn't want to grow up yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196040635405638306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SBwLbZfZGqI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/B7ZMNB_gTlQ/s200/100_3129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Got these chairs and was so happy that Klara fit in them. Staci had some at her house and told me how she put her youngest in them and she loved it. I was curious thought I would take a chance and whalah it worked. Klara is the type of baby who does not like to be cuddled. She would rather be looking around and make goo goo eyes and smile at everyone. Completely different than the boys. I can tell she is so much more advanced than them. Sorry boys girls are just smarter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196040639700605618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SBwLbpfZGrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/HJua_ZqHrxk/s200/100_3155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8340261254056089840-3754638241033966852?l=the5wadleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/feeds/3754638241033966852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8340261254056089840&amp;postID=3754638241033966852' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/3754638241033966852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/3754638241033966852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/2008/05/little-catching-up.html' title='A little Catching Up'/><author><name>KaySea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07055126612380977678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sWZcVvLLV_w/TbZGBnIuZGI/AAAAAAAAAco/ljIflRi49Zo/s220/162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/SBwIPJfZGkI/AAAAAAAAAFg/lemYoaEyMHo/s72-c/100_2947.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8340261254056089840.post-5871788022960003162</id><published>2008-04-10T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T18:07:44.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Car for KaySea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Friday March 7th Mike and I decided to go and LOOK at cars. We decided we did want the Honda. I wanted a new one and Mike wanted to look at the used. We got to the dealership and found what we hoped a good salesman. Told him what we wanted and so he sent us to the used car spot. He had two Hondas. One a 2005 blue Odyssey and the other a 2008 silver odyssey. Hmm, strange I thought. "Are you serious, a used 2008??" Well turns out some very unintelligible man went buying cars without his wife. Brought home a van and she turned it down. The complaint it was not the top of the line, meaning it didn't have the leather seats and the DVD player in it. Not bad for us because we don't care about the leather seats, you just stick to them here. We test drove both and decided on the 2008. Couldn't beat the price and the 900 miles on it. Turns out we went looking and ended up buying. As you can see Mitchel and Klara are happy with the new purchase.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187787391331934418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/R_65JXaXINI/AAAAAAAAAFY/6-QJZsD0Xhw/s200/honda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187786506568671426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/R_64V3aXIMI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/9E5WFqD_pvc/s200/100_2714.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187786502273704114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/R_64VnaXILI/AAAAAAAAAFI/70SJ7vsfTuQ/s200/100_2711.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8340261254056089840-5871788022960003162?l=the5wadleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/feeds/5871788022960003162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8340261254056089840&amp;postID=5871788022960003162' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/5871788022960003162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/5871788022960003162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-car-for-kaysea.html' title='A New Car for KaySea'/><author><name>KaySea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07055126612380977678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sWZcVvLLV_w/TbZGBnIuZGI/AAAAAAAAAco/ljIflRi49Zo/s220/162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/R_65JXaXINI/AAAAAAAAAFY/6-QJZsD0Xhw/s72-c/honda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8340261254056089840.post-5374561954784487756</id><published>2008-04-10T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T14:53:11.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Explaination</title><content type='html'>OK! OK! OK! I am so sorry I have not updated this in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;umm&lt;/span&gt;... awhile. To get everyone up to date I will tell it all here. Okay so after February everything seemed to be going okay. I was getting ready for spring break and getting used to having three kids. We decided that it would be so much less stressful for me if we bought me a new car. So we went out to do that. Funny story and will tell that in another post. We got a 2008 Honda Odyssey. What I wanted so I am very happy with it. Still there was something wrong. One my mom was moving and I wasn't too happy about that but knew it was the best for her. Next my parents were coming into to town and I knew I needed to get busy cleaning. Not the easiest job to do with 3 kids. I managed and felt it was good enough. By March 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; I decided to go to the doctor because I knew by then something was wrong. Went in to see if  I had an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;UTI&lt;/span&gt;. They came out and looked really sympathetic to me as I was nursing one child and the other two were fighting over a book and said, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ohhh&lt;/span&gt; you are just fine!" I thought "really". I went about my business still cleaning and getting ready for my nice long Break with the family. It was so much fun when they got here. We went up to the mountains to show them that there really was snow 30 minutes away. The next day they all went skiing. Well I stayed home with Mitchel and Klara. It was way too cold for me. Next was the big trip, they wanted to see the Grand Canyon. We headed out and got there okay. Found a very cute hotel room for the night. Next day not so good. I was getting the chills and then getting hot. I just thought I slept wrong. Well not the case. I slept in the car for a while. Everyone went to go and look at the great views. I got out once and it was nice but wanted to go back to the car. We got some lunch and then Mike, Mitchel, Klara, and I went home. We left my family and Bryce to go and see the sites, they had their own car. Got on the road and I just went down hill from there. Ended up going to the ER the next morning. I had called a friend and asked her if it could be altitude sickness, she thought NO. We went in and had a lot of blood taken and then a great cat scan. (you have to drink that yummy contrast stuff, ugh!!) Found out I had a kidney infection and needed to be on some mega antibiotics. I was very dehydrated too so that didn't help with them taking blood every couple of hours because I had a high fever. Didn't get in a room till 10 pm that night. It was an observation room. Finally got a real room the next day at 11 am. Not too thrilled with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Summerlin&lt;/span&gt; Hospital now. Ended up staying there from Thursday to Sunday (EASTER). Oh that was so much fun:(!! Got home Easter Sunday after church and felt like we should have the Easter bunny come.(Didn't get to go to church and have the kids in their cute Easter clothes, so we did that the following Sunday) So he came in the afternoon. Then realized I had done too much and went to bed. BUT can't forget my little baby Klara. Well turns out I could not nurse her while I was on the mega &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;. So she refused the bottle and finally ate on Saturday night for my mom. I felt horrible for her. I pumped and thought I would be just fine when I got home and could nurse her. I was wrong once again. My milk was not back to normal. I was told to nurse her as often as she needed. That was about every hour. Did that for about a week. Got it back to normal thankfully that next Monday. Okay so that brings is up to the 31st of March. So there are no posts in March. Come April I am back to trying to get used to having 3 kids and figuring out how to catch up on mommy chores. Still trying to get things back to normal, but I have decided to read the book Twilight!!! Got sucked in and read it in about 2 weeks. BUT there are 3 books. Can't stop at 1 so I am now reading 2. Okay if you have not heard of this book, wow?!! You have got to read it. It's by a member of the church Stephanie Meyer I think. She writes awesome. I will post more hopefully this weekend. I will stick some pictures in there too!!! By the way my mom has officially moved to Mesa, AZ. They do have some renters moving in the middle of this month. Sorry for the extremely long post. Hopefully no one is asleep at their computer right now. I am not the best story teller.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8340261254056089840-5374561954784487756?l=the5wadleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/feeds/5374561954784487756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8340261254056089840&amp;postID=5374561954784487756' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/5374561954784487756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/5374561954784487756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/2008/04/explaination.html' title='Explaination'/><author><name>KaySea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07055126612380977678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sWZcVvLLV_w/TbZGBnIuZGI/AAAAAAAAAco/ljIflRi49Zo/s220/162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8340261254056089840.post-7573300402755114682</id><published>2008-02-23T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T14:27:38.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A little late I know!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/R8CZpXj0DSI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Rj2yTy6DJFM/s1600-h/100_2608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170301308199243042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/R8CZpXj0DSI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Rj2yTy6DJFM/s200/100_2608.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just love Mitchel's VERY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cheesey&lt;/span&gt; smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/R8CZp3j0DTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/espu7gImBBI/s1600-h/100_2615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170301316789177650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/R8CZp3j0DTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/espu7gImBBI/s200/100_2615.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All three of them. Haven't gotten the picture thing down yet with all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/R8CZqnj0DUI/AAAAAAAAAE4/jh9Ejw_XYPQ/s1600-h/100_2640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170301329674079554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/R8CZqnj0DUI/AAAAAAAAAE4/jh9Ejw_XYPQ/s200/100_2640.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Favorite PEOPLE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/R8CZrHj0DVI/AAAAAAAAAFA/YcsYq1K_17U/s1600-h/100_2636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170301338264014162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/R8CZrHj0DVI/AAAAAAAAAFA/YcsYq1K_17U/s200/100_2636.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So I had to save the best for last and throw this picture in here. Our pretty little girl sure does know how to pucker that lip and make Mike and I to do anything!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had a fun valentines day. The best part was going on a date with Mike. Coming in a close second was going to see the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;KA&lt;/span&gt; show at the MGM Grand Hotel. Mike got his mom tickets to go and I got to go with her. It was very very impressive. Would love to go see some more Cirque Du &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Soleil&lt;/span&gt; shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8340261254056089840-7573300402755114682?l=the5wadleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/feeds/7573300402755114682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8340261254056089840&amp;postID=7573300402755114682' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/7573300402755114682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/7573300402755114682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>KaySea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07055126612380977678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sWZcVvLLV_w/TbZGBnIuZGI/AAAAAAAAAco/ljIflRi49Zo/s220/162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/R8CZpXj0DSI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Rj2yTy6DJFM/s72-c/100_2608.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8340261254056089840.post-1604544147964595065</id><published>2008-02-06T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T13:37:37.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Klaralyn's Blessing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/R6ol-r6pK2I/AAAAAAAAAC4/34Sj5JGp6mc/s1600-h/100_2496_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163981681604504418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/R6ol-r6pK2I/AAAAAAAAAC4/34Sj5JGp6mc/s200/100_2496_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some priesthood that was there. Brother Wadley, Brother Chubbs, Mike and Klara, and Brother Schuckers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/R6ol_L6pK3I/AAAAAAAAADA/mMO5_jSBfw8/s1600-h/100_2497_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163981690194439026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/R6ol_L6pK3I/AAAAAAAAADA/mMO5_jSBfw8/s200/100_2497_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The proud Father&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/R6ol_b6pK4I/AAAAAAAAADI/fHXy25mC7yY/s1600-h/100_2498_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163981694489406338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/R6ol_b6pK4I/AAAAAAAAADI/fHXy25mC7yY/s200/100_2498_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The proud Mom and Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/R6ol_r6pK5I/AAAAAAAAADQ/C2jrluSsazI/s1600-h/100_2505_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163981698784373650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/R6ol_r6pK5I/AAAAAAAAADQ/C2jrluSsazI/s200/100_2505_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The new baby. She slept the whole time. Yeah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/R6ol_76pK6I/AAAAAAAAADY/IGaPrg6JkKM/s1600-h/100_2506_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163981703079340962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/R6ol_76pK6I/AAAAAAAAADY/IGaPrg6JkKM/s200/100_2506_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We blessed Klara on Sunday. I got her dress from my mother in law. My mom spruced it up a lot. It is a very old dress so it was very thin and needed a few touch ups. Mike's mom and dad came into town from Kansas. The Chubbs came by from North Las Vegas. And my mom and Ron were of course there too. Almost all the grandparents. My dad is in Texas and couldn't make it. It was great to see her be blessed. One more great thing happened on Sunday. Bryce bore his first testimony. I cried more at that than anything else. What a great feeling that was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8340261254056089840-1604544147964595065?l=the5wadleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/feeds/1604544147964595065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8340261254056089840&amp;postID=1604544147964595065' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/1604544147964595065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/1604544147964595065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/2008/02/klaralyns-blessing.html' title='Klaralyn&apos;s Blessing'/><author><name>KaySea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07055126612380977678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sWZcVvLLV_w/TbZGBnIuZGI/AAAAAAAAAco/ljIflRi49Zo/s220/162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/R6ol-r6pK2I/AAAAAAAAAC4/34Sj5JGp6mc/s72-c/100_2496_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8340261254056089840.post-1153732833761956849</id><published>2008-01-30T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T17:53:51.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A long Question and Answer</title><content type='html'>I got this from an old friend of mine. A little long, but all the questions are pretty much about my spouse. That is a good thing. &lt;br /&gt;Here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your husband's name? Michael Wayne Wadley&lt;br /&gt;2. How long have you been married? 7 years&lt;br /&gt;3. How long did you date? 8 months and engaged for 8 months, not planned that way. Just happened.&lt;br /&gt;4. How old is he? 30&lt;br /&gt;5. Who eats more? Mike, unless it is boiled crabs. I am all over that. He knows it and will not compete.&lt;br /&gt;6. Who said I love you first? I am pretty sure it was him in some sneaky way. sad that after 7 years I have forgotten&lt;br /&gt;7. Who is taller? Mike, by a lot. I used to think that I was tall until I stand up to him and then I feel so short. I am 5'7" and he is 6'1"&lt;br /&gt;8. Who sings better? I would have to say both. But when it comes to reading music and singing the right words, that would have to me. Mike gets a little confused sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;9. Who is smarter? Mike, no question, he is in Law school for goodness sakes&lt;br /&gt;10. Whose temper is worse? Mine, sad to say, but not hard to believe. Mike does not have mean bones&lt;br /&gt;12. Who does the dishes? Both of us when we are both home, mostly me because I am the one that gets to look at them all day&lt;br /&gt;13. Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? Me as for right now, it changes when we have a kid  I think. I like the left side for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;14. Who pays the bills? I do&lt;br /&gt;15. Who mows the lawn? Mike, he has more fun I think??&lt;br /&gt;16. Who cooks dinner? Me.&lt;br /&gt;17. Who drives when you are together? Mike&lt;br /&gt;18. Who is more stubborn? No question, Me, at least I admit it&lt;br /&gt;19. Who is the first to admit when they are wrong? Mike, sometimes I do, he has taught me a few things&lt;br /&gt;20. Whose parents do you see the most? Mine. They live closer&lt;br /&gt;21. Who proposed? Mike&lt;br /&gt;22. Who is more sensitive? Me&lt;br /&gt;23. Who has more friends? toss up&lt;br /&gt;24. Who has more siblings? Mike, immediate family. I have 2 siblings and he has four. Me for the extended step and half siblings. I have more. 4 step siblings, One half brother, and one sibling that has passed away.&lt;br /&gt;25. Who wears the pants in the family? Hmm, I try too. But I always ask him questions before I do something.&lt;br /&gt;26. Where did you meet your husband? Church&lt;br /&gt;27. What was the first thing you said to your husband? Hi my name is KaySea&lt;br /&gt;28. Where was your first date? Not sure if it was a date but we went on a bike ride at a park.&lt;br /&gt;29. Where was your first kiss? Mike's favorite thing about us, he was smooth. He took me to see the state capital in Topeka, KS and kissed me there.&lt;br /&gt;30. Where did you get engaged? At the same park where we went on our bike ride. Very cute. I wanted my name on a bench in the park, because there were all these names there. He got a plaque made and put it on the bench that asked me to marry him.&lt;br /&gt;31. Where were you married? St. Louis, MO Temple&lt;br /&gt;32. Where was the honeymoon? St. Louis, MO a hotel there for one night and then 6months later we went to Hilton Head Island, SC for a week. It was very nice.&lt;br /&gt;33. If you could have changed anything about it what would it have been? That the hotel would not have been under construction the same time that we were there and that the heater would have worked in our room. It was December 28th in Missouri. Very Very cold. Other than that it was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Jossie, Rachael, Staci, Jennifer, and Amy, your turn!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8340261254056089840-1153732833761956849?l=the5wadleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/feeds/1153732833761956849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8340261254056089840&amp;postID=1153732833761956849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/1153732833761956849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/1153732833761956849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/2008/01/long-question-and-answer.html' title='A long Question and Answer'/><author><name>KaySea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07055126612380977678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sWZcVvLLV_w/TbZGBnIuZGI/AAAAAAAAAco/ljIflRi49Zo/s220/162.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8340261254056089840.post-8345099418770627643</id><published>2008-01-24T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T17:37:25.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day with the Wadleys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/R5k8176pKzI/AAAAAAAAACg/7F7Sv4sRiwQ/s1600-h/100_2409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159221745444006706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/R5k8176pKzI/AAAAAAAAACg/7F7Sv4sRiwQ/s200/100_2409.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/R5k82b6pK0I/AAAAAAAAACo/XFWFl4zB0R4/s1600-h/100_2413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159221754033941314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/R5k82b6pK0I/AAAAAAAAACo/XFWFl4zB0R4/s200/100_2413.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/R5k83L6pK1I/AAAAAAAAACw/PjrZ5zWn9Bs/s1600-h/100_2416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159221766918843218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/R5k83L6pK1I/AAAAAAAAACw/PjrZ5zWn9Bs/s200/100_2416.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;We are making it with our 3. Klara is now 3 weeks old. Mitchel is getting used to her and wants to "I Hold" is what he says. Bryce helps me out a ton. Especially in the car. He will help give her the pacifier or talk to her. Mike started school this week so we are still adjusting with not having him around. It should go by fast I hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8340261254056089840-8345099418770627643?l=the5wadleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/feeds/8345099418770627643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8340261254056089840&amp;postID=8345099418770627643' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/8345099418770627643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/8345099418770627643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/2008/01/day-with-wadleys.html' title='A day with the Wadleys'/><author><name>KaySea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07055126612380977678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sWZcVvLLV_w/TbZGBnIuZGI/AAAAAAAAAco/ljIflRi49Zo/s220/162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/R5k8176pKzI/AAAAAAAAACg/7F7Sv4sRiwQ/s72-c/100_2409.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8340261254056089840.post-7119336611763621599</id><published>2008-01-05T16:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T16:29:41.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Klaralyn Kay Wadley</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/R4AglqzaqZI/AAAAAAAAAAs/d24Pc1wCDGs/s1600-h/100_2305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152153805229042066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/R4AglqzaqZI/AAAAAAAAAAs/d24Pc1wCDGs/s320/100_2305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/R4Agl6zaqaI/AAAAAAAAAA0/U1sWJltHii0/s1600-h/100_2315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152153809524009378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/R4Agl6zaqaI/AAAAAAAAAA0/U1sWJltHii0/s320/100_2315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/R4AgmazaqbI/AAAAAAAAAA8/D-0eygqyJIE/s1600-h/100_2329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152153818113943986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/R4AgmazaqbI/AAAAAAAAAA8/D-0eygqyJIE/s320/100_2329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is finally here. Born at 8:01 AM January 2, 2008 weighing a whopping 8 lb 11 oz, Klaralyn joined our family. Mom and baby are doing fine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8340261254056089840-7119336611763621599?l=the5wadleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/feeds/7119336611763621599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8340261254056089840&amp;postID=7119336611763621599' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/7119336611763621599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/7119336611763621599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/2008/01/klaralyn-kay-wadley.html' title='Klaralyn Kay Wadley'/><author><name>KaySea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07055126612380977678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sWZcVvLLV_w/TbZGBnIuZGI/AAAAAAAAAco/ljIflRi49Zo/s220/162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/R4AglqzaqZI/AAAAAAAAAAs/d24Pc1wCDGs/s72-c/100_2305.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8340261254056089840.post-7538071406471642735</id><published>2007-07-28T20:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T20:19:34.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/RqwHNDlr-5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/oXKrOanp9U8/s1600-h/100_0459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092453199532260242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/RqwHNDlr-5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/oXKrOanp9U8/s320/100_0459.JPG" 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/8340261254056089840-7538071406471642735?l=the5wadleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/feeds/7538071406471642735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8340261254056089840&amp;postID=7538071406471642735' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/7538071406471642735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/7538071406471642735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/2007/07/family.html' title='The Family'/><author><name>KaySea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07055126612380977678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sWZcVvLLV_w/TbZGBnIuZGI/AAAAAAAAAco/ljIflRi49Zo/s220/162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/RqwHNDlr-5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/oXKrOanp9U8/s72-c/100_0459.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8340261254056089840.post-1169413515126020612</id><published>2007-07-26T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T20:16:44.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/Rqkz_Dlr-3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/jcljNUy8B_0/s1600-h/100_1149_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091658012107209586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/Rqkz_Dlr-3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/jcljNUy8B_0/s320/100_1149_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We have two silly boys.&lt;br /&gt;One day Mitchel decided to ride Bryce like a horse.&lt;br /&gt;They are getting older and playing together so much more.&lt;br /&gt;Thought I would share some pictures and such.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8340261254056089840-1169413515126020612?l=the5wadleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/feeds/1169413515126020612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8340261254056089840&amp;postID=1169413515126020612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/1169413515126020612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8340261254056089840/posts/default/1169413515126020612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the5wadleys.blogspot.com/2007/07/silly-boys.html' title='Silly Boys'/><author><name>KaySea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07055126612380977678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sWZcVvLLV_w/TbZGBnIuZGI/AAAAAAAAAco/ljIflRi49Zo/s220/162.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pt1-eZBYUY4/Rqkz_Dlr-3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/jcljNUy8B_0/s72-c/100_1149_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
