<?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-5228970777045903316</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:54:49.308-08:00</updated><category term='Chick-fil-A'/><category term='Alyssa'/><category term='addiction'/><category term='Caden'/><category term='bath'/><category term='talking'/><category term='Family pictures'/><category term='beach'/><category term='belly'/><category term='Maggie'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='puppies'/><category term='Jackson'/><category term='diaper'/><category term='fingers'/><category term='skydiving'/><category term='surgery'/><category term='Santa'/><category term='flat tire'/><category term='summer'/><category term='Wheel of Fortune'/><category term='Moriah'/><category term='mama'/><category term='Caleb'/><category term='family'/><category term='new floors'/><category term='GROOBS'/><category term='cabinets'/><category term='kids'/><category term='shoes'/><category term='doctor'/><category term='walking'/><category term='mowing'/><category term='artwork'/><category term='nursing'/><category term='cravings'/><category term='pregnant'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='Fritz'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='cookies'/><category term='Dairy Queen'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Hurricane Ike'/><category term='nap'/><category term='name'/><category term='hummingbird'/><category term='school'/><category term='Alamo'/><category term='monkey'/><category term='Greta'/><category term='straw'/><category term='baby'/><category term='anniversary'/><category term='swimming'/><category term='Greg'/><category term='Kim'/><category term='food'/><category term='Cops'/><category term='eating'/><category term='hunting'/><category term='sick'/><category term='Easter'/><category term='blogging'/><category term='snow'/><category term='park'/><category term='Father&apos;s Day'/><title type='text'>All Because Two Fell in Love</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>109</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-3559167539210702801</id><published>2010-08-06T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T12:21:36.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Always Our Timing</title><content type='html'>I have been wanting to post this blog for a long time now, but had to wait until it was God's timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So often we don't understand why things happen the way they do.  Did I understand last year why I was transferred to a different school after school had already started?  No. Did I have a good experience and enjoy last year?  No.  I knew as soon as the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;transfer&lt;/span&gt; list was open, I would immediately get on the list.  At that time, I was convinced, that of course I try and return to my previous school. Never once did I consider another school until I got an email.  I received an email from the counselor at my first school asking if I would consider Lamar. Well, if it could get me out of where I was, of course. I knew I could not have another year like this past year.  I liked everyone I worked with, it was just hard this year.  So, I interviewed for a 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade position which I love teaching 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade. I was offered the position. I am so excited to be at Lamar this year.  Now I understand God's reasoning for me being transferred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here is the really big one.  As some of you know, we attempted to get custody of Alyssa last year.  Things did not go as we had hoped, and the judge didn't grant us custody.  Alyssa talked a lot this past year about really wanting to live with us.  Her mom allowed her to live with us this summer as a trial to see if this was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; what she wanted.  Alyssa knew without a doubt she wanted to stay with us.  I am so happy to say that she will be a Barbers Hill Eagle next year. We enrolled her in school this week.  Now, Greg and I were very upset last year when we found out the news from the court.  Once again, it wasn't God's plan last year, because He knew what would happen this summer.  We prayed and prayed that God's will be done, and it was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it may not be when we want things to happen. We may questions why certain things happen. God will allow things to happen in His time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228970777045903316-3559167539210702801?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/3559167539210702801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=3559167539210702801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/3559167539210702801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/3559167539210702801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2010/08/not-always-our-timing.html' title='Not Always Our Timing'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-5307852462894290004</id><published>2010-07-16T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T09:04:22.712-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skydiving'/><title type='text'>Free falling...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/TECBtpd6HRI/AAAAAAAAAg0/sjd-C65E2lk/s1600/greg+skydiving1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494534166617398546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/TECBtpd6HRI/AAAAAAAAAg0/sjd-C65E2lk/s320/greg+skydiving1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My father-in-law turned 60 in February and had mentioned to Carolyn he wanted to jump from something to celebrate this milestone.  She gave him a surprise party and his gift was the biggest surprise.  He was going to jump from an airplane along with Greg and his brother.  They attempted to jump in February, but there were tons of people there so after waiting all day, they got a rain check to come back.  We went July 11th so they could actually jump this time.  We got there right after they opened and they were able to jump with the 2nd group.  They had an awesome experience.  Thy all seemed to enjoy it and Greg is ready for his 2nd jump.  I want to jump, so he will go with me.  Don't worry, I'll be with an instructor who knows what they are doing. These people have over 7000 jumps, so they can handle it.  I'd like to go during the week because they aren't as busy as they are on the weekends. So, we better hurry up if I do it before school starts.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228970777045903316-5307852462894290004?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/5307852462894290004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=5307852462894290004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/5307852462894290004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/5307852462894290004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2010/07/free-falling.html' title='Free falling...'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/TECBtpd6HRI/AAAAAAAAAg0/sjd-C65E2lk/s72-c/greg+skydiving1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-86683279624163215</id><published>2010-06-28T14:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T14:44:28.665-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GROOBS'/><title type='text'>GROOBS</title><content type='html'>I received an email last week from my best friend from college letting everyone know about their new website.  They have started selling shoes.  It is for a great cause.  Every pair of shoes bought, a pair gets donated through an organization to a person in need of shoes.  In addition to that, a portion of the sales gets donated to the charity of your choice.  Isn't that amazing? Just think, while shoe shopping for yourself, you're helping someone in need.   No need to feel guilty about spending money.  I recommend you try a pair!  Here is their website... &lt;a href="http://www.groobs.com/"&gt;http://www.groobs.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228970777045903316-86683279624163215?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/86683279624163215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=86683279624163215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/86683279624163215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/86683279624163215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2010/06/groobs.html' title='GROOBS'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-1077475461488900912</id><published>2010-06-24T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T13:04:00.515-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Oops</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/TCO5R03vcWI/AAAAAAAAAgk/375CVSMUvJU/s1600/125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486432486968750434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/TCO5R03vcWI/AAAAAAAAAgk/375CVSMUvJU/s320/125.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/TCO5RtY8UsI/AAAAAAAAAgc/mcIuhqt9fk0/s1600/144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486432484960522946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/TCO5RtY8UsI/AAAAAAAAAgc/mcIuhqt9fk0/s320/144.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/TCO5QjrTMSI/AAAAAAAAAgU/-2nWQ0arCS8/s1600/151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486432465173295394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/TCO5QjrTMSI/AAAAAAAAAgU/-2nWQ0arCS8/s320/151.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/TCO5Pe1WGNI/AAAAAAAAAgM/OlO8CMdI0kc/s1600/137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486432446693382354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/TCO5Pe1WGNI/AAAAAAAAAgM/OlO8CMdI0kc/s320/137.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently, I didn't post any thing on Caden's birthday. I thought I had at least uploaded a picture, but I didn't. Sorry little man! We had his party May 1st. His birthday is actually May 26th, but with scheduling, it was the only weekend that worked. We had major issues with the cake. I ordered it from a well respected bakery in Baytown, but the lady who took my order wrote down the wrong expiration date on my card and the wrong phone number which resulted in me not having the perfect cake for his party. I had to settle for a Kroger cake and will no longer be able to buy a cake from this place due to me still being upset about it.&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/5228970777045903316-1077475461488900912?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/1077475461488900912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=1077475461488900912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/1077475461488900912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/1077475461488900912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2010/06/oops.html' title='Oops'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/TCO5R03vcWI/AAAAAAAAAgk/375CVSMUvJU/s72-c/125.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-3884570673127636672</id><published>2010-06-24T12:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T12:53:24.886-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><title type='text'>More Beach Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/TCO1aXY3mWI/AAAAAAAAAf0/HsC9kAut-Og/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486428235626944866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/TCO1aXY3mWI/AAAAAAAAAf0/HsC9kAut-Og/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/TCO1ZZXhCmI/AAAAAAAAAfs/ZwxRGuG2t8g/s1600/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 284px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486428218978273890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/TCO1ZZXhCmI/AAAAAAAAAfs/ZwxRGuG2t8g/s320/024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/TCO1Yncu5hI/AAAAAAAAAfk/yx9p38GD4Ik/s1600/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486428205578380818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/TCO1Yncu5hI/AAAAAAAAAfk/yx9p38GD4Ik/s320/017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/TCO1XucmnsI/AAAAAAAAAfc/SFAchAHp9u0/s1600/065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486428190277017282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/TCO1XucmnsI/AAAAAAAAAfc/SFAchAHp9u0/s320/065.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/TCO1Wo8cO0I/AAAAAAAAAfU/U9fTzT3i5ok/s1600/063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486428171620072258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/TCO1Wo8cO0I/AAAAAAAAAfU/U9fTzT3i5ok/s320/063.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5228970777045903316-3884570673127636672?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/3884570673127636672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=3884570673127636672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/3884570673127636672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/3884570673127636672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2010/06/more-beach-pics.html' title='More Beach Pics'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/TCO1aXY3mWI/AAAAAAAAAf0/HsC9kAut-Og/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-991053602937905551</id><published>2010-06-24T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T12:52:21.603-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>Relaxing on the beach!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/TCOzAK_VEDI/AAAAAAAAAfM/7YTLslWRlB0/s1600/054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486425586598744114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/TCOzAK_VEDI/AAAAAAAAAfM/7YTLslWRlB0/s320/054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/TCOy_E18zxI/AAAAAAAAAfE/vipLvMYdlUI/s1600/048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486425567768923922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/TCOy_E18zxI/AAAAAAAAAfE/vipLvMYdlUI/s320/048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/TCOy-PCg-aI/AAAAAAAAAe8/NnziTU0ttUo/s1600/045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486425553326111138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/TCOy-PCg-aI/AAAAAAAAAe8/NnziTU0ttUo/s320/045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/TCOy9pyYvkI/AAAAAAAAAe0/1G8nPrrDgUs/s1600/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486425543326350914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/TCOy9pyYvkI/AAAAAAAAAe0/1G8nPrrDgUs/s320/033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/TCOy8gyVS1I/AAAAAAAAAes/WmeY4bBRMzQ/s1600/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486425523730336594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/TCOy8gyVS1I/AAAAAAAAAes/WmeY4bBRMzQ/s320/032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Greg and I spent many conversations trying to think of where we wanted to spend our summer vacations. Having two children as young as ours, limits our choices. We then had to consider a place that Alyssa would enjoy since she is 12. We made reservations in February at a condo in Fort Walton. I was the only one who had been to Florida before, so it was new for the rest of the family. I had never been to Fort Walton, so I was excited to say the least. What more could a girl ask for than relaxing on a beautiful beach? Well as anyone who has turned on the TV in the last hour knows that there was this thing called an oil spill that happened in the Gulf. If you haven't heard about it...Where have you been? Anyway, days before we were going to leave, we heard it was about 72 hours out from hitting Ft. Walton. We decided to take our chances and go anyway. I am glad we did, because we had an entire week of no oil. Everyday we would hear, it's hitting tomorrow, but it never did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is absolutely beautiful there and it is a shame it will be messed up by the oil. Here are some pictures from our vacation.&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/5228970777045903316-991053602937905551?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/991053602937905551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=991053602937905551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/991053602937905551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/991053602937905551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2010/06/relaxing-on-beach.html' title='Relaxing on the beach!!!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/TCOzAK_VEDI/AAAAAAAAAfM/7YTLslWRlB0/s72-c/054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-4019407904617244497</id><published>2010-06-24T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T12:22:13.499-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Absence</title><content type='html'>I know it has been a long time since I last blogged, but what does one expect?  I've been a little busy with a very active 2 year old who thinks he is grown, a 1 year old who refuses to walk, 4 dogs, Greg, and Alyssa.  Actually, Alyssa is the easiest of all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I spent the month of May packing up my room at Harlem. I'm transferring to Lamar Elementary. Honestly, it wasn't a school I had ever considered working at, not that it's bad, just never thought about it until one day I received an email.  The counselor I worked with at Alamo is also transferring to Lamar and asked if I would consider transferring there.  It was no big secret I wanted to transfer.  I loved the people I worked with this past year, it was just a very difficult year for me and I badly needed a change.  So, I will once again be teaching 4th grade this year.  I am very EXCITED about going to Lamar.  I think we are going to have a great team. No offense to my previous teams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I was extremely upset when I had to leave Alamo in September.  It of course was not by choice, but I God knew His plans for me while I was questioning why I was the one who had to go.  I never would have left Alamo on my own, so God made me.  I strongly believe that Lamar is where He wants me to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228970777045903316-4019407904617244497?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/4019407904617244497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=4019407904617244497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/4019407904617244497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/4019407904617244497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2010/06/absence.html' title='Absence'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-7344384238189616011</id><published>2010-04-01T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T20:27:22.782-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>Easter Bunny 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/S7Vj460BZCI/AAAAAAAAAec/iE1R1Lc8Kzc/s1600/Easter+Bunny+2010+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455376353140499490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/S7Vj460BZCI/AAAAAAAAAec/iE1R1Lc8Kzc/s400/Easter+Bunny+2010+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/S7Vj4ZQx-_I/AAAAAAAAAeU/f4W7eOUlA0g/s1600/Easter+Bunny+2010+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455376344134319090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/S7Vj4ZQx-_I/AAAAAAAAAeU/f4W7eOUlA0g/s400/Easter+Bunny+2010+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/S7Vj4NOMZ5I/AAAAAAAAAeM/mVpXEbN0WVc/s1600/Easter+Bunny+2010+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455376340902242194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/S7Vj4NOMZ5I/AAAAAAAAAeM/mVpXEbN0WVc/s400/Easter+Bunny+2010+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caden loved the Easter Bunny.  He kept a huge smile the entire time.  He made loud happy noises and tried to pull his glasses off.&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/5228970777045903316-7344384238189616011?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/7344384238189616011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=7344384238189616011' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/7344384238189616011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/7344384238189616011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-bunny-2010.html' title='Easter Bunny 2010'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/S7Vj460BZCI/AAAAAAAAAec/iE1R1Lc8Kzc/s72-c/Easter+Bunny+2010+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-4567339888464675911</id><published>2010-02-20T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T19:14:29.018-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caleb'/><title type='text'>Future American Idol</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A while back I was watching some kind of ice skating show on TV and Caleb began to sign and dance. I grabbed my phone to video him.  He really got into it for a while.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-215998a74cb59d3b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D215998a74cb59d3b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331756396%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D52E23648B62F51DF786FFA3DA6E8C9CE8C6AA813.5F22B9E59878DE7F38563D3B3E9922A6A17B1162%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D215998a74cb59d3b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSFXCzE1q4GAYMOwUiH_BjaGFdi4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D215998a74cb59d3b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331756396%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D52E23648B62F51DF786FFA3DA6E8C9CE8C6AA813.5F22B9E59878DE7F38563D3B3E9922A6A17B1162%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D215998a74cb59d3b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSFXCzE1q4GAYMOwUiH_BjaGFdi4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228970777045903316-4567339888464675911?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/4567339888464675911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=4567339888464675911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/4567339888464675911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/4567339888464675911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2010/02/future-american-idol.html' title='Future American Idol'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-1877760539130006993</id><published>2009-12-25T21:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T21:07:56.078-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caleb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caden'/><title type='text'>The Best Gift of 2009!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SzWaGY2QZeI/AAAAAAAAAeE/gJQkIXGiPUI/s1600-h/DSCN1044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419407161150170594" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SzWaGY2QZeI/AAAAAAAAAeE/gJQkIXGiPUI/s320/DSCN1044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SzWaGNfQ0bI/AAAAAAAAAd8/97h-fxYSal4/s1600-h/DSCN1037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419407158100939186" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SzWaGNfQ0bI/AAAAAAAAAd8/97h-fxYSal4/s320/DSCN1037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SzWaFsCQpTI/AAAAAAAAAd0/MWfXA3w998U/s1600-h/DSCN1032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419407149120922930" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SzWaFsCQpTI/AAAAAAAAAd0/MWfXA3w998U/s320/DSCN1032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best gift I received in 2009, was my precious Caden. Caleb and Caden are such a joy. I am blessed to be their mama.&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/5228970777045903316-1877760539130006993?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/1877760539130006993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=1877760539130006993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/1877760539130006993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/1877760539130006993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2009/12/best-gift-of-2009.html' title='The Best Gift of 2009!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SzWaGY2QZeI/AAAAAAAAAeE/gJQkIXGiPUI/s72-c/DSCN1044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-6758929188012343548</id><published>2009-12-13T11:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T12:07:15.074-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caleb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caden'/><title type='text'>Christmas Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SyVJVRsxr1I/AAAAAAAAAds/bpmqjqsuJio/s1600-h/thanksgiving+2009+120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414814756860178258" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SyVJVRsxr1I/AAAAAAAAAds/bpmqjqsuJio/s200/thanksgiving+2009+120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SyVJU3REYUI/AAAAAAAAAdk/rwf8PmCIRXw/s1600-h/thanksgiving+2009+132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414814749764641090" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SyVJU3REYUI/AAAAAAAAAdk/rwf8PmCIRXw/s200/thanksgiving+2009+132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SyVJURuEGXI/AAAAAAAAAdc/d6M5Bd-3w8I/s1600-h/thanksgiving+2009+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414814739685710194" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SyVJURuEGXI/AAAAAAAAAdc/d6M5Bd-3w8I/s200/thanksgiving+2009+072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SyVJT8KBSXI/AAAAAAAAAdU/oAKP_Lxmf24/s1600-h/thanksgiving+2009+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414814733897386354" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SyVJT8KBSXI/AAAAAAAAAdU/oAKP_Lxmf24/s200/thanksgiving+2009+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SyVIGbfnqSI/AAAAAAAAAdM/hanKqDDagJY/s1600-h/thanksgiving+2009+112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414813402279684386" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SyVIGbfnqSI/AAAAAAAAAdM/hanKqDDagJY/s200/thanksgiving+2009+112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SyVIF94lF-I/AAAAAAAAAdE/IghkfQYJ4js/s1600-h/thanksgiving+2009+110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414813394331310050" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SyVIF94lF-I/AAAAAAAAAdE/IghkfQYJ4js/s200/thanksgiving+2009+110.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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SyVIFRkz1WI/AAAAAAAAAc8/XTz4InVfKqM/s1600-h/thanksgiving+2009+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414813382437229922" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SyVIFRkz1WI/AAAAAAAAAc8/XTz4InVfKqM/s200/thanksgiving+2009+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;During Thanksgiving, my brother-in-law Jerry took some pictures of all the grandkids. We started a little late because my two were sleeping and we wanted to see Greg off to work. Anyway, they all did great considering the mosquitoes were awful. In several pictures, Caden had one on his little face. They turned out great considering mine are still babies and don't really care or understand to stay still and look at the camera.&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/5228970777045903316-6758929188012343548?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/6758929188012343548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=6758929188012343548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/6758929188012343548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/6758929188012343548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-pictures.html' title='Christmas Pictures'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SyVJVRsxr1I/AAAAAAAAAds/bpmqjqsuJio/s72-c/thanksgiving+2009+120.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-8526903939227975896</id><published>2009-12-12T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T20:22:53.414-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Santa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caleb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caden'/><title type='text'>Santa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SyRsFM_RpCI/AAAAAAAAAcs/rciegetAjb0/s1600-h/santa+2009+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414571488647947298" style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SyRsFM_RpCI/AAAAAAAAAcs/rciegetAjb0/s200/santa+2009+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SyRsE2L3o9I/AAAAAAAAAck/54-LEIp9pFc/s1600-h/santa+2009+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414571482526753746" style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SyRsE2L3o9I/AAAAAAAAAck/54-LEIp9pFc/s200/santa+2009+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SyRsEtiolwI/AAAAAAAAAcc/VeSJWd5yyv0/s1600-h/santa+2009+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414571480206317314" style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SyRsEtiolwI/AAAAAAAAAcc/VeSJWd5yyv0/s200/santa+2009+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spent a crowed hour at Toys r Us tonight. We decided to go and check out the toys with the boys. Note to self: Caleb liked everything. We bought both of them some things, because they probably won't remember they have seen it before. After that, we went to the mall to take a picture with Santa. I put on their plaid shirts as we waiting in line because I didn't want &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Caden&lt;/span&gt; to spit up on his. Well, of course he did.. a lot. His shirt was soaked by the time we got up there. Greg took Caleb up front to let him see Santa. He waved at him, so we figured things would go well. At first, he didn't want to sit on his lap. I bribed him with a mint thinking they were about to take the picture. WRONG! They were having issues printing other pictures, so we had to wait. Finally they were ready. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Caden&lt;/span&gt; was sleepy and Caleb has a mint in his mouth, but hey...at least they weren't screaming.&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/5228970777045903316-8526903939227975896?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/8526903939227975896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=8526903939227975896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/8526903939227975896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/8526903939227975896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2009/12/santa.html' title='Santa!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SyRsFM_RpCI/AAAAAAAAAcs/rciegetAjb0/s72-c/santa+2009+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-2620406850301818193</id><published>2009-11-01T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T17:14:16.407-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caden'/><title type='text'>Lil' Pumpkin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Su4x1Rn17HI/AAAAAAAAAcU/nJBBZNhaknU/s1600-h/DSCN0968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399307794597145714" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Su4x1Rn17HI/AAAAAAAAAcU/nJBBZNhaknU/s200/DSCN0968.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Su4x1JznbwI/AAAAAAAAAcM/5Sij07gK4UI/s1600-h/DSCN0979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399307792499044098" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Su4x1JznbwI/AAAAAAAAAcM/5Sij07gK4UI/s200/DSCN0979.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Su4x0yiSLyI/AAAAAAAAAcE/0F0aHX4JcxE/s1600-h/DSCN0980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399307786252332834" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Su4x0yiSLyI/AAAAAAAAAcE/0F0aHX4JcxE/s200/DSCN0980.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Su4x0iUSzVI/AAAAAAAAAb8/NEhziEKpAiY/s1600-h/DSCN0959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399307781898685778" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Su4x0iUSzVI/AAAAAAAAAb8/NEhziEKpAiY/s200/DSCN0959.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228970777045903316-2620406850301818193?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/2620406850301818193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=2620406850301818193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/2620406850301818193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/2620406850301818193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2009/11/lil-pumpkin.html' title='Lil&apos; Pumpkin'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Su4x1Rn17HI/AAAAAAAAAcU/nJBBZNhaknU/s72-c/DSCN0968.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-4802979280997679331</id><published>2009-10-31T13:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T13:16:32.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Patch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Suya4t_ynvI/AAAAAAAAAb0/Eq049TxU3iE/s1600-h/DSCN0947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398860352520888050" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Suya4t_ynvI/AAAAAAAAAb0/Eq049TxU3iE/s200/DSCN0947.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Suya4RX-d9I/AAAAAAAAAbs/SlxTaPYFa5A/s1600-h/DSCN0939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398860344837699538" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Suya4RX-d9I/AAAAAAAAAbs/SlxTaPYFa5A/s200/DSCN0939.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Suya4DMdVLI/AAAAAAAAAbk/P4nuhNEzViM/s1600-h/DSCN0932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398860341031294130" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Suya4DMdVLI/AAAAAAAAAbk/P4nuhNEzViM/s200/DSCN0932.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Suya33MJquI/AAAAAAAAAbc/Ap7h6BcVztc/s1600-h/DSCN0930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398860337808780002" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Suya33MJquI/AAAAAAAAAbc/Ap7h6BcVztc/s200/DSCN0930.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SuyaRAH2DII/AAAAAAAAAbU/O-EmEG5qamo/s1600-h/DSCN0924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398859670191737986" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SuyaRAH2DII/AAAAAAAAAbU/O-EmEG5qamo/s200/DSCN0924.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SuyaQ6p-nPI/AAAAAAAAAbM/N1zzsex37ik/s1600-h/DSCN0917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398859668724292850" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SuyaQ6p-nPI/AAAAAAAAAbM/N1zzsex37ik/s200/DSCN0917.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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SuyaQeGbd5I/AAAAAAAAAbE/wrCmX6cwY0A/s1600-h/DSCN0916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398859661058996114" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SuyaQeGbd5I/AAAAAAAAAbE/wrCmX6cwY0A/s200/DSCN0916.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SuyaQGGZezI/AAAAAAAAAa8/bbs_gmjyDUI/s1600-h/DSCN0914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398859654616415026" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SuyaQGGZezI/AAAAAAAAAa8/bbs_gmjyDUI/s200/DSCN0914.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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SuyaPlUrR_I/AAAAAAAAAa0/78Z2pmoYclw/s1600-h/DSCN0908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398859645817931762" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SuyaPlUrR_I/AAAAAAAAAa0/78Z2pmoYclw/s200/DSCN0908.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228970777045903316-4802979280997679331?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/4802979280997679331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=4802979280997679331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/4802979280997679331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/4802979280997679331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2009/10/pumpkin-patch.html' title='Pumpkin Patch'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Suya4t_ynvI/AAAAAAAAAb0/Eq049TxU3iE/s72-c/DSCN0947.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-1235739376658881184</id><published>2009-10-28T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T18:43:44.381-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maggie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caleb'/><title type='text'>Rubber Ducky..You're the one....Doggy???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SujyqrCYGII/AAAAAAAAAas/kesZPvDQYHg/s1600-h/DSCN0907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397830968324659330" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SujyqrCYGII/AAAAAAAAAas/kesZPvDQYHg/s200/DSCN0907.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SujyqYIziBI/AAAAAAAAAak/nSxnqvbihy0/s1600-h/DSCN0906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397830963251349522" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SujyqYIziBI/AAAAAAAAAak/nSxnqvbihy0/s200/DSCN0906.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was giving the boys a bath the other day and Caleb decided to add a playmate at the end.  After bathing both boys, I usually get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Caden&lt;/span&gt; out and dress him before I get Caleb out of the tub.  Caleb continued to play while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Caden&lt;/span&gt; was getting dressed.  I went in to get Caleb out and noticed Maggie in the tub with him.  Caleb can't get out or in our tub on his own.  Maggie must have been by the tub and he reached over and put her in.  She was actually enjoying it.  He just looked at Greg and me and smiled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are in for trouble!!!!&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/5228970777045903316-1235739376658881184?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/1235739376658881184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=1235739376658881184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/1235739376658881184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/1235739376658881184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2009/10/rubber-duckyyoure-onedoggy.html' title='Rubber Ducky..You&apos;re the one....Doggy???'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SujyqrCYGII/AAAAAAAAAas/kesZPvDQYHg/s72-c/DSCN0907.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-6661525023674753579</id><published>2009-09-14T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T17:20:45.900-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alamo'/><title type='text'>Sniff, Sniff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Sq7d2HEGHoI/AAAAAAAAAac/zxxHSPI171Y/s1600-h/tn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381482526433222274" style="WIDTH: 113px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Sq7d2HEGHoI/AAAAAAAAAac/zxxHSPI171Y/s200/tn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, after starting out the year with a bang, I got some devastating news on Tuesday. The 4th grade team was called in a meeting. At that time, we were told that due to our numbers, we would be losing a 4th grade teacher. At that time, we were asked if anyone wanted to volunteer. Of course, no one did. It then fell to the person who last signed their contract. That just happened to be me. I was transferred to Harlem. I am now teaching 3rd grade. It was extremely difficult for me to leave. I loved 3 of my team members very much. I cried all day Wednesday as did my kids. I packed Thursday morning and the movers came that afternoon. I spent the day at Harlem setting up my new room. I deeply miss my friends, but know that at this time, God needed me at Harlem. My precious Alamo staff had flowers delivered to me today. Of course, it made me want to tear up again. I am truly blessed to have been able to work at Alamo. Hopefully one day I can go back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228970777045903316-6661525023674753579?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/6661525023674753579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=6661525023674753579' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/6661525023674753579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/6661525023674753579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2009/09/sniff-sniff.html' title='Sniff, Sniff'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Sq7d2HEGHoI/AAAAAAAAAac/zxxHSPI171Y/s72-c/tn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-6240935884323682955</id><published>2009-09-06T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T20:04:01.178-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caden'/><title type='text'>My Sweet Caden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SqR3jcT4CcI/AAAAAAAAAaU/reGJwXhFAdE/s1600-h/DSCN0727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378555305765898690" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SqR3jcT4CcI/AAAAAAAAAaU/reGJwXhFAdE/s200/DSCN0727.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SqR3i7xg_aI/AAAAAAAAAaM/0JvCUcPH5Qo/s1600-h/DSCN0728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378555297031847330" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SqR3i7xg_aI/AAAAAAAAAaM/0JvCUcPH5Qo/s200/DSCN0728.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SqR3iZw-NeI/AAAAAAAAAaE/3QxkPG_UAWY/s1600-h/caden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378555287902762466" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SqR3iZw-NeI/AAAAAAAAAaE/3QxkPG_UAWY/s200/caden.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caden, it is hard to imagine that you are almost 3.5 months old. The time has flown by so quickly. You are smiling at me all of the time. You laugh out loud when we talk to you and tickle you. You are a big, big boy.  You have already outgrown your 0-3 months clothes and the 3-6 month clothes are beginning to get tight on you.  You love your paci's and  hold on to them tight.  You love the "3 Little Piggies".  You smile when Gaga sings "Jesus Loves Me."  I am so blessed to have you and Caleb as my sons.  I couldn't imagine my life without both of you.&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/5228970777045903316-6240935884323682955?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/6240935884323682955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=6240935884323682955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/6240935884323682955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/6240935884323682955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-sweet-caden.html' title='My Sweet Caden'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SqR3jcT4CcI/AAAAAAAAAaU/reGJwXhFAdE/s72-c/DSCN0727.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-520562376161070006</id><published>2009-09-05T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T19:37:31.269-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hummingbird'/><title type='text'>Henry the Hummingbird</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SqMfQkUuGpI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/0fwwLos96js/s1600-h/DSCN0709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378176749499456146" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SqMfQkUuGpI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/0fwwLos96js/s200/DSCN0709.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SqMfQDWAYRI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/P8Qmqnz9U5c/s1600-h/DSCN0708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378176740646478098" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SqMfQDWAYRI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/P8Qmqnz9U5c/s200/DSCN0708.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SqMfPl6d8tI/AAAAAAAAAZs/JAXyoab_U3M/s1600-h/DSCN0706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378176732746347218" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SqMfPl6d8tI/AAAAAAAAAZs/JAXyoab_U3M/s200/DSCN0706.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SqMfPXQ5NoI/AAAAAAAAAZk/knNi0U2RDxU/s1600-h/DSCN0704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378176728813876866" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SqMfPXQ5NoI/AAAAAAAAAZk/knNi0U2RDxU/s200/DSCN0704.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids and I were going to go to mama and daddy's tonight since Greg was at work, but I had issues getting the garage door to close. This has happened to me once before and I had to call Greg to come home and close it.  Well, he was at work and couldn't leave just to help close the door.  He told me I was going to have to pull the red &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thingie&lt;/span&gt; to get it to manually close.  Before I had a change to do this, I heard something flying around in the garage. I thought it was a bat at first, but realized it was a hummingbird.  I have decided that hummingbirds must be stupid because he couldn't figure out how to fly out of the garage.  I tried to swat at him with a mop, but he wouldn't fly toward the door.  I went ahead and closed the garage door. Hopefully we won't have a dead hummingbird tomorrow.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really did try and save him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228970777045903316-520562376161070006?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/520562376161070006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=520562376161070006' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/520562376161070006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/520562376161070006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2009/09/henry-hummingbird.html' title='Henry the Hummingbird'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SqMfQkUuGpI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/0fwwLos96js/s72-c/DSCN0709.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-2703367384727416430</id><published>2009-09-01T17:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T17:47:32.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monkey Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Sp3ATrqLLSI/AAAAAAAAAZc/XBtbY2mW_eA/s1600-h/DSCN0692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376664974519905570" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Sp3ATrqLLSI/AAAAAAAAAZc/XBtbY2mW_eA/s200/DSCN0692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Sp3ATOYFV-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/ymmmkkusb9w/s1600-h/DSCN0690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376664966659397602" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Sp3ATOYFV-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/ymmmkkusb9w/s200/DSCN0690.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Sp3ASwEWjDI/AAAAAAAAAZM/xXGB2xl931A/s1600-h/DSCN0688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376664958523575346" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Sp3ASwEWjDI/AAAAAAAAAZM/xXGB2xl931A/s200/DSCN0688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5228970777045903316-2703367384727416430?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/2703367384727416430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=2703367384727416430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/2703367384727416430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/2703367384727416430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2009/09/monkey-boy.html' title='Monkey Boy'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Sp3ATrqLLSI/AAAAAAAAAZc/XBtbY2mW_eA/s72-c/DSCN0692.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-3688453247462213528</id><published>2009-08-05T20:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T20:19:20.569-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caleb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mowing'/><title type='text'>Yard Worker for Hire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SnpLUKKGpfI/AAAAAAAAAZE/9s5uC8_xmgA/s1600-h/DSCN0670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366684715661567474" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SnpLUKKGpfI/AAAAAAAAAZE/9s5uC8_xmgA/s200/DSCN0670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caleb and I went outside this evening while Greg was mowing the grass. Caleb decided he wanted to help his daddy mow the yard. I tried several times to get Caleb to come inside, but he refused. He began crying because eh wanted to help his daddy. Greg was very patient and let him help. I finally got his his toy lawn mower and he finished helping mow the yard with his own mower.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caleb was VERY upset when it was time to go inside. He screamed during his bath. I had to get the grass stains off his feet before putting him to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228970777045903316-3688453247462213528?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/3688453247462213528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=3688453247462213528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/3688453247462213528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/3688453247462213528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2009/08/yard-worker-for-hire.html' title='Yard Worker for Hire'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SnpLUKKGpfI/AAAAAAAAAZE/9s5uC8_xmgA/s72-c/DSCN0670.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-2047755769519494120</id><published>2009-08-01T13:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T14:00:01.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SnSsUIY222I/AAAAAAAAAYs/w3E6LzcJ3-U/s1600-h/DSCN0649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365102517954206562" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SnSsUIY222I/AAAAAAAAAYs/w3E6LzcJ3-U/s200/DSCN0649.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SnSsT6nbZxI/AAAAAAAAAYk/5PMKSg_Lz-U/s1600-h/DSCN0647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365102514257225490" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SnSsT6nbZxI/AAAAAAAAAYk/5PMKSg_Lz-U/s200/DSCN0647.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caleb got into my purse the other day. Apparently he watches my close than I think because he knew exactly what to do with my lipstick.&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/5228970777045903316-2047755769519494120?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/2047755769519494120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=2047755769519494120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/2047755769519494120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/2047755769519494120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2009/08/smile.html' title='Smile!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SnSsUIY222I/AAAAAAAAAYs/w3E6LzcJ3-U/s72-c/DSCN0649.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-8721477090332991801</id><published>2009-08-01T13:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T14:00:41.252-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caleb'/><title type='text'>Caleb's Sporting a New Do...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SnSqju1yLqI/AAAAAAAAAYc/Oz7FgiPdRfQ/s1600-h/DSCN0650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365100586950864546" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SnSqju1yLqI/AAAAAAAAAYc/Oz7FgiPdRfQ/s200/DSCN0650.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SnSqjeXvw8I/AAAAAAAAAYU/ZPXHBeojsfs/s1600-h/DSCN0652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365100582529909698" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SnSqjeXvw8I/AAAAAAAAAYU/ZPXHBeojsfs/s200/DSCN0652.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SnSqi8t1IJI/AAAAAAAAAYM/lHiswlTRLqs/s1600-h/DSCN0651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365100573495730322" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SnSqi8t1IJI/AAAAAAAAAYM/lHiswlTRLqs/s200/DSCN0651.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5228970777045903316-8721477090332991801?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/8721477090332991801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=8721477090332991801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/8721477090332991801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/8721477090332991801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2009/08/calebs-sporting-new-do.html' title='Caleb&apos;s Sporting a New Do...'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SnSqju1yLqI/AAAAAAAAAYc/Oz7FgiPdRfQ/s72-c/DSCN0650.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-2075300766683571653</id><published>2009-07-31T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T13:56:07.539-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caleb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caden'/><title type='text'>Check-up Time!</title><content type='html'>Caden turned 2 months old on Sunday which meant it was time for him to get shots. The boys had an appointment on Monday. I also had remembered the doctor telling me that Caleb would also be getting shots. Mama went with me to take the boys to the doctor because Greg was working. I had already given both of them Tylenol before I left home, so they would be ready. Here is how things went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caleb was weighed first. Let's see...he repeatedly moved the bar on the scale and the nurse had problems weighing him. I finally had to give him my ponytail to play with and keep him occupied. He ran around the room. He used the ear thingy as a phone. He got 2 shots...he screamed... Caleb now weighs 21.10 lbs and is 33.25 inches tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caden got 3 shots...he cried..but calmed down quickly. The doctor is watching his hips because he was a breached baby, they will sometimes have hip problems if they are scrunched up in the womb, which he was because he was soooo big. He could possible have an x-ray in September, but for now, she said things look fine with his hips. Caden weighed 11.3 lbs and is 23.25 inches tall. He is in the 50% for his weight and the 75% for his height. I took him back to the doctor on Friday for his rotavirus vaccine and he had gained 3 more ounces. He is such a big boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both boys did great after their shots and were not fussy at all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228970777045903316-2075300766683571653?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/2075300766683571653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=2075300766683571653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/2075300766683571653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/2075300766683571653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2009/07/check-up-time.html' title='Check-up Time!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-6815658706632705761</id><published>2009-07-24T15:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T15:39:49.992-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caleb'/><title type='text'>Livin' in gangsters paradise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Smo348zEwXI/AAAAAAAAAXk/0BKwA_xHAqo/s1600-h/DSCN0638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362159757870547314" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Smo348zEwXI/AAAAAAAAAXk/0BKwA_xHAqo/s200/DSCN0638.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caleb must have been pretending he was a gangster today. His shorts were sagging most of the day.  Really, he's not doing it on purpose, he just doesn't have anything to hold up his pants and shorts.  Thank goodness for adjustable waist and belts.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228970777045903316-6815658706632705761?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/6815658706632705761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=6815658706632705761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/6815658706632705761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/6815658706632705761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2009/07/livin-in-gangsters-paradise.html' title='Livin&apos; in gangsters paradise'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Smo348zEwXI/AAAAAAAAAXk/0BKwA_xHAqo/s72-c/DSCN0638.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-3198992713304581551</id><published>2009-07-24T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T15:37:28.403-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artwork'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caleb'/><title type='text'>Our Little Monet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Smo3LoEwuMI/AAAAAAAAAXc/aYTN29LbNt4/s1600-h/DSCN0642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362158979213473986" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Smo3LoEwuMI/AAAAAAAAAXc/aYTN29LbNt4/s200/DSCN0642.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Smo3Lat6TII/AAAAAAAAAXU/c2dEZaq2N-Y/s1600-h/DSCN0636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362158975627971714" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Smo3Lat6TII/AAAAAAAAAXU/c2dEZaq2N-Y/s200/DSCN0636.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was in the dining room today and heard Caleb saying his favorite word, "Uh-Oh." Greg was in the kitchen getting his lunch ready for work.  Caleb had found a crayon and had colored on the refrigerator.  He pointed to his drawing and said, "Uh-Oh."  The pictures have a glare, but you can kinda see his artwork when I turned off the flash.  Good thing when I painted the walls, I bought paint that is easy to clean.&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/5228970777045903316-3198992713304581551?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/3198992713304581551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=3198992713304581551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/3198992713304581551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/3198992713304581551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2009/07/our-little-monet.html' title='Our Little Monet'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Smo3LoEwuMI/AAAAAAAAAXc/aYTN29LbNt4/s72-c/DSCN0642.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-1296085680143540967</id><published>2009-07-24T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T15:33:29.285-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alyssa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moriah'/><title type='text'>Survivor Comes to Baytown</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Smo2mS-0TJI/AAAAAAAAAXM/p43KNz7hw9E/s1600-h/DSCN0634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362158337896238226" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Smo2mS-0TJI/AAAAAAAAAXM/p43KNz7hw9E/s200/DSCN0634.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Smo2mNwOfKI/AAAAAAAAAXE/iUrdlUo0Rsc/s1600-h/DSCN0635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362158336492862626" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Smo2mNwOfKI/AAAAAAAAAXE/iUrdlUo0Rsc/s200/DSCN0635.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Smo2lyeTxkI/AAAAAAAAAW8/UxMM9yOQAs8/s1600-h/DSCN0631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362158329169954370" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Smo2lyeTxkI/AAAAAAAAAW8/UxMM9yOQAs8/s200/DSCN0631.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Smo2lvtpjLI/AAAAAAAAAW0/ljmo94XUcEI/s1600-h/DSCN0628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362158328428989618" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Smo2lvtpjLI/AAAAAAAAAW0/ljmo94XUcEI/s200/DSCN0628.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My precious niece, Moriah, came over last week to spend the night with Alyssa. Alyssa and Moriah play well together and Alyssa enjoys having her come to our house. Alyssa had been asking me if we could go eat Chinese food. Greg was working a lot, so he said we could go without him. We decided to go while Moriah was here. Alyssa and Moriah (Moriah was the leader of this) decided to try a stuffed mussel and a crawfish. They licked the mussel, but decided it was too spicy. They then decided to try a crawfish. Yes, the head was still attached. They attempted to break it open with a knife and fork. I told them to rip the head off. Juice splattered everywhere and of course, they were grossed out. Moriah ate a bite of the crawfish. That girl will try anything!!!!&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/5228970777045903316-1296085680143540967?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/1296085680143540967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=1296085680143540967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/1296085680143540967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/1296085680143540967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2009/07/survivor-comes-to-baytown.html' title='Survivor Comes to Baytown'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Smo2mS-0TJI/AAAAAAAAAXM/p43KNz7hw9E/s72-c/DSCN0634.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-5985069524212985025</id><published>2009-07-24T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T15:20:26.389-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caleb'/><title type='text'>Night-Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SmozHjBQnPI/AAAAAAAAAWs/8i5VE6N7nwg/s1600-h/DSCN0627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362154511090621682" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SmozHjBQnPI/AAAAAAAAAWs/8i5VE6N7nwg/s200/DSCN0627.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SmozHa-7BjI/AAAAAAAAAWk/jtnkH4l4drg/s1600-h/DSCN0626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362154508933334578" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SmozHa-7BjI/AAAAAAAAAWk/jtnkH4l4drg/s200/DSCN0626.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SmozGzMyhJI/AAAAAAAAAWc/6V0ifRIXm9Y/s1600-h/DSCN0625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362154498254079122" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SmozGzMyhJI/AAAAAAAAAWc/6V0ifRIXm9Y/s200/DSCN0625.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caleb fell asleep one afternoon outside of my room. He was sitting up and couldn't keep his eyes opened. It was sweet, but yet fumnny at the same time. I picked him up and of course at that very moment, Caden decided to cry. I was lucky enough to spend a few precious moments holding both my babies as they slept in my arms.&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/5228970777045903316-5985069524212985025?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/5985069524212985025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=5985069524212985025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/5985069524212985025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/5985069524212985025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2009/07/night-night.html' title='Night-Night'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SmozHjBQnPI/AAAAAAAAAWs/8i5VE6N7nwg/s72-c/DSCN0627.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-5032663767546906103</id><published>2009-07-24T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T15:07:24.492-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='park'/><title type='text'>Summer Evening Fun at the Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SmovvWv-uPI/AAAAAAAAAWU/DRdcyfImM2c/s1600-h/DSCN0617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362150796945176818" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SmovvWv-uPI/AAAAAAAAAWU/DRdcyfImM2c/s200/DSCN0617.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Smovuydhs5I/AAAAAAAAAWM/mUZsoWIOsV4/s1600-h/DSCN0609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362150787204101010" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Smovuydhs5I/AAAAAAAAAWM/mUZsoWIOsV4/s200/DSCN0609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362150782526131730" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SmovuhCNjhI/AAAAAAAAAWE/vqEAsEqeR3Y/s200/DSCN0602.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SmovuDxh19I/AAAAAAAAAV8/dztoDLObo8M/s1600-h/DSCN0608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362150774671529938" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SmovuDxh19I/AAAAAAAAAV8/dztoDLObo8M/s200/DSCN0608.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took the kids to the park one evening while Greg was at work. We went to the park by mama and daddy's house because it was a shaded park and that way if they wanted to join us, it would be close. Here are some pictures and a video of Caleb swinging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-594d08695e6b7268" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D594d08695e6b7268%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331756396%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D73DCA1D00C5656C9683153B85A6EE6B71779C809.825E6010B6486F9371864DF4089A0CF150260EB5%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D594d08695e6b7268%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DXLYPxCYDU3Luhs13BaG7N0OWkS4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D594d08695e6b7268%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331756396%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D73DCA1D00C5656C9683153B85A6EE6B71779C809.825E6010B6486F9371864DF4089A0CF150260EB5%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D594d08695e6b7268%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DXLYPxCYDU3Luhs13BaG7N0OWkS4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&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/5228970777045903316-5032663767546906103?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=594d08695e6b7268&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/5032663767546906103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=5032663767546906103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/5032663767546906103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/5032663767546906103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-evening-fun-at-park.html' title='Summer Evening Fun at the Park'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SmovvWv-uPI/AAAAAAAAAWU/DRdcyfImM2c/s72-c/DSCN0617.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-8489644850167220813</id><published>2009-07-24T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T14:56:24.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's hot!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Smot2X8xKgI/AAAAAAAAAV0/7-_y4vtrwH0/s1600-h/DSCN0598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362148718503078402" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Smot2X8xKgI/AAAAAAAAAV0/7-_y4vtrwH0/s200/DSCN0598.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took this picture on July 2, 2009.  My car actually read the temperature at 104 degrees!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228970777045903316-8489644850167220813?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/8489644850167220813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=8489644850167220813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/8489644850167220813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/8489644850167220813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-hot.html' title='It&apos;s hot!!!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Smot2X8xKgI/AAAAAAAAAV0/7-_y4vtrwH0/s72-c/DSCN0598.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-3098049096706851114</id><published>2009-07-11T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T21:18:35.499-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caleb'/><title type='text'>What goes around, comes around</title><content type='html'>Caleb is so much like Greg.  The things he does is how I imagine Greg as a young boy....getting into things, etc.  Last night the kids and I went to the store.  I pushed Caden in the shopping cart and Alyssa pushed Caleb.  Caleb walked around the meat department.  He picked up a huge brisket and carried it around thinking I needed to buy it.  As I was putting the groceries on the counter to check out, I noticed a small sliced Cajun brisket. Of course Caleb had put it in the cart when I wasn't looking.  My sister and I did the same thing to mama when she took us shopping only we would put beer in her cart and walk away....and we were in high school when we did it.  Can't wait until Caleb is older.  Who knows what will be placed in the cart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228970777045903316-3098049096706851114?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/3098049096706851114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=3098049096706851114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/3098049096706851114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/3098049096706851114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-goes-around-comes-around.html' title='What goes around, comes around'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-4075706849952473167</id><published>2009-07-11T21:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T21:13:46.851-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swimming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caleb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caden'/><title type='text'>Little Water Bugs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Sllhyn9SbOI/AAAAAAAAAVs/3xBBodwSJ7A/s1600-h/Smilebox_887635714.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357420754081311970" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Sllhyn9SbOI/AAAAAAAAAVs/3xBBodwSJ7A/s200/Smilebox_887635714.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SllhyYLy4NI/AAAAAAAAAVk/MnyN3p8njVY/s1600-h/Smilebox_887635713.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357420749847191762" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SllhyYLy4NI/AAAAAAAAAVk/MnyN3p8njVY/s200/Smilebox_887635713.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SllhyIBktQI/AAAAAAAAAVc/jdMf39sXx98/s1600-h/Smilebox_887635711.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357420745509352706" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SllhyIBktQI/AAAAAAAAAVc/jdMf39sXx98/s200/Smilebox_887635711.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Sllhx7vf_jI/AAAAAAAAAVU/jxSuXj6B5SE/s1600-h/Smilebox_887635710.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357420742212320818" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Sllhx7vf_jI/AAAAAAAAAVU/jxSuXj6B5SE/s200/Smilebox_887635710.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SllhbZacUxI/AAAAAAAAAVE/-Q8fWnIRe9o/s1600-h/Smilebox_887635707.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357420355040072466" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SllhbZacUxI/AAAAAAAAAVE/-Q8fWnIRe9o/s200/Smilebox_887635707.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SllhxiEWRYI/AAAAAAAAAVM/QylKl1GJZtY/s1600-h/Smilebox_887635709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357420735320442242" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SllhxiEWRYI/AAAAAAAAAVM/QylKl1GJZtY/s200/Smilebox_887635709.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SllhbJt0t3I/AAAAAAAAAU8/iD9pvz0fZfE/s1600-h/Smilebox_887635706.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357420350826395506" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SllhbJt0t3I/AAAAAAAAAU8/iD9pvz0fZfE/s200/Smilebox_887635706.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Sllha5FE_jI/AAAAAAAAAU0/EbPNRTpk9hg/s1600-h/Smilebox_887635704.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357420346360528434" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Sllha5FE_jI/AAAAAAAAAU0/EbPNRTpk9hg/s200/Smilebox_887635704.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SllhavbEq_I/AAAAAAAAAUs/fKPKlqDQLko/s1600-h/Smilebox_887635703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357420343768427506" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SllhavbEq_I/AAAAAAAAAUs/fKPKlqDQLko/s200/Smilebox_887635703.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SllhaNRHeII/AAAAAAAAAUk/_-Dk3xY9CvM/s1600-h/Smilebox_887635702.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357420334599862402" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SllhaNRHeII/AAAAAAAAAUk/_-Dk3xY9CvM/s200/Smilebox_887635702.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight the kids and I went swimming at Papa and Memaw's house. It was the first time this summer we have been in the pool.  I have been waiting until is was cooler in the evening to put the boys in the pool.  I know most people wouldn't put a 6 week old in the pool, but I'm not most people.  Let's face it, he was in water for 38.5 weeks.  Caleb got in the pool a couple of times last summer, but was always tired when we went swimming.  Well, this year he loved it.  You can probably tell by the huge smile on his face.  He floated around by himself with the floaties.  Maybe next year he can start to learn how to swim.&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/5228970777045903316-4075706849952473167?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/4075706849952473167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=4075706849952473167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/4075706849952473167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/4075706849952473167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2009/07/little-water-bugs.html' title='Little Water Bugs'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Sllhyn9SbOI/AAAAAAAAAVs/3xBBodwSJ7A/s72-c/Smilebox_887635714.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-4139036854200811104</id><published>2009-07-01T08:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T08:19:04.371-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caleb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caden'/><title type='text'>Brotherly Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Skt9hSiZBII/AAAAAAAAAUc/1MfDiNtsDEM/s1600-h/Caleb+%26+Caden+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353510592925205634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Skt9hSiZBII/AAAAAAAAAUc/1MfDiNtsDEM/s400/Caleb+%26+Caden+2009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caleb loves his brother. He is always kissing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Caden&lt;/span&gt; and giving him hugs and when I say always, I really mean always.  The other day &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Caden&lt;/span&gt; was crying and I guess Caleb had enough and told him to "shut up". I didn't acknowledge him because I knew he would continue telling &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Caden&lt;/span&gt; to shut up. Greg was in our room with both boys and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Caden&lt;/span&gt; was in the play pen crying.  Caleb got a blanket and put it on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Caden&lt;/span&gt; and then nodded his head at Greg as if he were saying, "I took care of it."  Caleb really does love &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Caden&lt;/span&gt;.  I have a picture to prove it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228970777045903316-4139036854200811104?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/4139036854200811104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=4139036854200811104' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/4139036854200811104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/4139036854200811104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2009/07/brotherly-love.html' title='Brotherly Love'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Skt9hSiZBII/AAAAAAAAAUc/1MfDiNtsDEM/s72-c/Caleb+%26+Caden+2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-7256089393632274915</id><published>2009-06-22T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T07:42:50.707-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Father&apos;s Day'/><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Sj-X1DztKfI/AAAAAAAAAUU/M4ZAaFnAeHw/s1600-h/DSCN0517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350161820150475250" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Sj-X1DztKfI/AAAAAAAAAUU/M4ZAaFnAeHw/s200/DSCN0517.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daddy and his boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Sj-X0wvb0VI/AAAAAAAAAUM/VUXOjLbfjoY/s1600-h/DSCN0473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350161815032287570" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Sj-X0wvb0VI/AAAAAAAAAUM/VUXOjLbfjoY/s200/DSCN0473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daddy, Mama, Caden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Sj-X0C7RMPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/N55NfRmtEvU/s1600-h/P1000345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350161802733891826" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Sj-X0C7RMPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/N55NfRmtEvU/s200/P1000345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daddy, Caleb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Sj-Xz5mfh5I/AAAAAAAAAT8/yYTiXc1fPVw/s1600-h/s41327ca115632_4_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350161800230832018" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Sj-Xz5mfh5I/AAAAAAAAAT8/yYTiXc1fPVw/s200/s41327ca115632_4_0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Sj-XzgHbW8I/AAAAAAAAAT0/M0zVTlGOCPQ/s1600-h/family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350161793389648834" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Sj-XzgHbW8I/AAAAAAAAAT0/M0zVTlGOCPQ/s200/family.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Father's Day Greg! Thank you for taking care of my baby boys. Caleb admires you so much. He loves his daddy and is constantly asking for you when you are at work. He is so excited to see you when you get home.  I know Caden will be the same way.  I know you look forward to taking them on vacations, hunting, and fishing.  I love you so much!&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/5228970777045903316-7256089393632274915?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/7256089393632274915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=7256089393632274915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/7256089393632274915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/7256089393632274915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Sj-X1DztKfI/AAAAAAAAAUU/M4ZAaFnAeHw/s72-c/DSCN0517.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-6830919342638251807</id><published>2009-06-22T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T07:34:51.897-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bath'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caden'/><title type='text'>Caden's first bath</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Sj-WKBPwUpI/AAAAAAAAATs/b7WPfufvRxU/s1600-h/DSCN0592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350159981216813714" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Sj-WKBPwUpI/AAAAAAAAATs/b7WPfufvRxU/s200/DSCN0592.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Sj-WJ_b0WXI/AAAAAAAAATk/Rl1XmUNsA14/s1600-h/DSCN0591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350159980730538354" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Sj-WJ_b0WXI/AAAAAAAAATk/Rl1XmUNsA14/s200/DSCN0591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Sj-WJvvBN_I/AAAAAAAAATc/5zFz9lBjTvk/s1600-h/DSCN0590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350159976516106226" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Sj-WJvvBN_I/AAAAAAAAATc/5zFz9lBjTvk/s200/DSCN0590.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caden's belly button fell off at 2 weeks. It scared me at first because we had just gotten home from Moody Gardens and I noticed blood on his shirt when I was changing his diaper. Once I pulled his shirt up, I noticed his belly button was stuck to it. I gave him his first bath on June 11th. He loved it! Actually, he slept the entire time.  He continues to love his baths.  Caleb is the same way.  I tell Caleb he is going to take a bath and he runs to our bathtub.  &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/5228970777045903316-6830919342638251807?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/6830919342638251807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=6830919342638251807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/6830919342638251807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/6830919342638251807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2009/06/cadens-first-bath.html' title='Caden&apos;s first bath'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Sj-WKBPwUpI/AAAAAAAAATs/b7WPfufvRxU/s72-c/DSCN0592.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-1816988808603600365</id><published>2009-06-22T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T07:29:46.525-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caleb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hunting'/><title type='text'>Future little hunter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Sj-VNWsEUuI/AAAAAAAAATU/tcHHAqInleQ/s1600-h/DSCN0597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350158939000689378" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Sj-VNWsEUuI/AAAAAAAAATU/tcHHAqInleQ/s200/DSCN0597.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Sj-VNCdEpSI/AAAAAAAAATM/JSKm8MXsRiQ/s1600-h/DSCN0596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350158933569086754" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Sj-VNCdEpSI/AAAAAAAAATM/JSKm8MXsRiQ/s200/DSCN0596.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Sj-VMiW2iXI/AAAAAAAAATE/1mUWCpNFZw4/s1600-h/DSCN0594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350158924953061746" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Sj-VMiW2iXI/AAAAAAAAATE/1mUWCpNFZw4/s200/DSCN0594.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Sj-VMLdOneI/AAAAAAAAAS8/Wsewzgwvlvs/s1600-h/DSCN0593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350158918805790178" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Sj-VMLdOneI/AAAAAAAAAS8/Wsewzgwvlvs/s200/DSCN0593.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caleb helped Greg get his deer stand ready one night. Won't be long and he can go fishing and hunting with daddy. After that it won't be long until Caden can go.&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/5228970777045903316-1816988808603600365?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/1816988808603600365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=1816988808603600365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/1816988808603600365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/1816988808603600365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2009/06/future-little-hunter.html' title='Future little hunter'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Sj-VNWsEUuI/AAAAAAAAATU/tcHHAqInleQ/s72-c/DSCN0597.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-3411744450471213472</id><published>2009-06-22T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T07:25:37.220-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Moody Gardens</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Sj-UC9tNTAI/AAAAAAAAAS0/l32sc-TAhc4/s1600-h/DSCN0551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350157660984265730" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Sj-UC9tNTAI/AAAAAAAAAS0/l32sc-TAhc4/s200/DSCN0551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Sj-UCepwrFI/AAAAAAAAASs/I3d09s1yfz4/s1600-h/DSCN0589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350157652648307794" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Sj-UCepwrFI/AAAAAAAAASs/I3d09s1yfz4/s200/DSCN0589.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Sj-S-5YnGOI/AAAAAAAAASk/nUXpT0oMsgs/s1600-h/DSCN0578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350156491593029858" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Sj-S-5YnGOI/AAAAAAAAASk/nUXpT0oMsgs/s200/DSCN0578.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Sj-S-sJA1dI/AAAAAAAAASc/BFdM_1ypLhY/s1600-h/DSCN0544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350156488037946834" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Sj-S-sJA1dI/AAAAAAAAASc/BFdM_1ypLhY/s200/DSCN0544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Sj-S9qAGbSI/AAAAAAAAASE/ofxOLKNUUHU/s1600-h/DSCN0539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350156470283824418" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Sj-S9qAGbSI/AAAAAAAAASE/ofxOLKNUUHU/s200/DSCN0539.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Sj-S949_U3I/AAAAAAAAASM/ZvCScakRR9I/s1600-h/DSCN0542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350156474301502322" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Sj-S949_U3I/AAAAAAAAASM/ZvCScakRR9I/s200/DSCN0542.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Sj-S-DepZTI/AAAAAAAAASU/XsQyaMAmqO8/s1600-h/DSCN0548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350156477122831666" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Sj-S-DepZTI/AAAAAAAAASU/XsQyaMAmqO8/s200/DSCN0548.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to Moody Gardens when Caden was 2 weeks old. Since he is so young this year, any vacation plans we may have considered, were put on hold (a trip to the river). Anyway, we decided to stay at the Moody Gardens Hotel so we could spend two days looking at the exhibits. I thought that would be a lot easier with a 21 month old and a 2 week old. Here are some pictures from our trip. Caden isn't in any of the pictures because I carried him in the sling the entire time. He loved it! He slept the entire time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228970777045903316-3411744450471213472?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/3411744450471213472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=3411744450471213472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/3411744450471213472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/3411744450471213472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2009/06/moody-gardens.html' title='Moody Gardens'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Sj-UC9tNTAI/AAAAAAAAAS0/l32sc-TAhc4/s72-c/DSCN0551.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-5736579342872816694</id><published>2009-06-18T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T07:43:48.555-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caleb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family pictures'/><title type='text'>Family Photo Shoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SjrwjMrDSvI/AAAAAAAAARc/uF-p68eY6A4/s1600-h/s41327ca115632_22_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348851994943769330" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SjrwjMrDSvI/AAAAAAAAARc/uF-p68eY6A4/s200/s41327ca115632_22_0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SjrwixG0sRI/AAAAAAAAARU/djmyYVljuBc/s1600-h/s41327ca115632_11_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348851987544060178" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SjrwixG0sRI/AAAAAAAAARU/djmyYVljuBc/s200/s41327ca115632_11_0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SjrwiqS-4sI/AAAAAAAAARM/PMD8fuFZoPU/s1600-h/s41327ca115632_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348851985716011714" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SjrwiqS-4sI/AAAAAAAAARM/PMD8fuFZoPU/s200/s41327ca115632_10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SjrwiQ4WeqI/AAAAAAAAARE/C_JEkiEvEsQ/s1600-h/s41327ca115632_8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348851978893425314" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SjrwiQ4WeqI/AAAAAAAAARE/C_JEkiEvEsQ/s200/s41327ca115632_8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Sjrwhy-41eI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/giL2zBfxqj0/s1600-h/s41327ca115632_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348851970867779042" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Sjrwhy-41eI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/giL2zBfxqj0/s200/s41327ca115632_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we had our pictures taken at Sears. I mainly scheduled the appointment for Caden's newborn pictures. I took the opportunity to have everyone's pictures made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Caleb was a newborn, I had a picture taken of him with a bow on his back. I had the same done with Caden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The first picture is of Caleb and the second is of Caden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SjryAH6i9ZI/AAAAAAAAARs/MSRawTiibxA/s1600-h/s41327ca111673_7_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348853591394416018" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SjryAH6i9ZI/AAAAAAAAARs/MSRawTiibxA/s320/s41327ca111673_7_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Sjrx_x9skwI/AAAAAAAAARk/aF6nL-oWhhk/s1600-h/s41327ca115632_20_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348853585502049026" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Sjrx_x9skwI/AAAAAAAAARk/aF6nL-oWhhk/s320/s41327ca115632_20_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5228970777045903316-5736579342872816694?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/5736579342872816694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=5736579342872816694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/5736579342872816694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/5736579342872816694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2009/06/family-photo-shoot.html' title='Family Photo Shoot'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SjrwjMrDSvI/AAAAAAAAARc/uF-p68eY6A4/s72-c/s41327ca115632_22_0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-534436492921391259</id><published>2009-06-07T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T07:45:29.826-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caden'/><title type='text'>Caden - Week 1 &amp; 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Siw-xT67iaI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/Y4n8hRKbrpA/s1600-h/076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344715874663893410" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Siw-xT67iaI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/Y4n8hRKbrpA/s200/076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Siw-xS0oDRI/AAAAAAAAAQs/yj_ox0H_7Ps/s1600-h/073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344715874369015058" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Siw-xS0oDRI/AAAAAAAAAQs/yj_ox0H_7Ps/s200/073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Siw-xAtFkAI/AAAAAAAAAQk/9vRGU2JHSWI/s1600-h/068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344715869505556482" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Siw-xAtFkAI/AAAAAAAAAQk/9vRGU2JHSWI/s200/068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Siw-w2LhOiI/AAAAAAAAAQc/T5gVI-oCdFM/s1600-h/061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344715866680408610" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Siw-w2LhOiI/AAAAAAAAAQc/T5gVI-oCdFM/s200/061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Siw-wlR1sMI/AAAAAAAAAQU/ROSEUTY-o0A/s1600-h/060.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some pictures of Caden. He will be 2 weeks old on Tuesday.&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/5228970777045903316-534436492921391259?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/534436492921391259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=534436492921391259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/534436492921391259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/534436492921391259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2009/06/caden-week-1-2.html' title='Caden - Week 1 &amp; 2'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Siw-xT67iaI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/Y4n8hRKbrpA/s72-c/076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-5811449487303051324</id><published>2009-06-07T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T15:19:58.683-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caleb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Monkey See, Monkey Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Siw88Gdka2I/AAAAAAAAAQM/99K9lpA3VV0/s1600-h/079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344713861006388066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Siw88Gdka2I/AAAAAAAAAQM/99K9lpA3VV0/s400/079.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Greg has a habit of showing the food in his mouth while we are eating. He usually does this when I am not looking. Well, Caleb has recently started showing the food in his mouth after he sees his daddy show the food in his mouth. No, this is not something I want my child to do, but I have to admit, it was pretty funny watching Caleb open his mouth to show his daddy the food in his mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228970777045903316-5811449487303051324?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/5811449487303051324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=5811449487303051324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/5811449487303051324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/5811449487303051324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2009/06/monkey-see-monkey-do.html' title='Monkey See, Monkey Do'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Siw88Gdka2I/AAAAAAAAAQM/99K9lpA3VV0/s72-c/079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-7023932952946851604</id><published>2009-06-07T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T15:29:21.622-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nursing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caden'/><title type='text'>Caden and eating</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;WARNING..... THIS POST IS ABOUT NURSING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I have made a great effort to try and nurse Caden. I was not successful with Caleb for several reasons. I didn't get to bond with him for the first week since he was in the NICU, I knew I was going back to work after 6 weeks, and Caleb did not have strong sucking skills. It took Caleb about 1 hour to eat just 1 ounce. We really had to work with him to eat. I began supplementing with formula because he was not gaining weight. Well, Caden knew how to eat as soon as he was born. The nurses in the nursery told me he was a good eater. The lactation specialist at San Jacinto Hospital is wonderful. She spent A LOT of time with me working on getting Caden to nurse. She has also already called me twice since I have been home to check on me and even told me I could come in for more help if I wanted it. She has been very encouraging. Anyway, Caden is doing well with nursing. I am also taking the herbal supplement, Fenugreek, which I believe has helped increase my milk supply. Caden latches on and what he does not get out, I pump out and freeze or put it in the fridge. I am taking Caden to his doctor this week for a weight check. We will see if he is gaining weight. He has not had to have formula in several days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228970777045903316-7023932952946851604?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/7023932952946851604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=7023932952946851604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/7023932952946851604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/7023932952946851604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2009/06/caden-and-eating.html' title='Caden and eating'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-1016518136764608257</id><published>2009-06-03T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T10:16:14.841-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caleb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caden'/><title type='text'>My 2 boys</title><content type='html'>Caleb was 6 lbs 9 oz when he was born and 19.5 inches long.  Caden was 9 lbs and 15 ounces and 19 inches long when he was born.  We are talking about a 3 lb 6 oz difference between my two boys. I was looking at Caleb's baby book this morning to see how old he was when he was close to 10 pounds.  At 2 months, he was 9 lbs and 7 ounces.  I'm thinking that Caden will soon pass Caleb up in size.  Before Caden was born, I bought 1 box of newborn diapers from Babies r Us and was given a package of newborn diapers.  I had the boys room organized before I went to the hospital and opened up the package of newborn diapers to have them ready for when we got home.  The newborn diapers go up to 10 pounds.  Basically, Caden outgrew newborn diapers while he was still in my stomach.  I exchanged the diapers yesterday (after struggling to get them to take them back without a receipt) for stage 1 diapers.  They fit so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babies r Us was our first outing as a family of four. Caleb had not been in the truck with Caden. He did very well sitting next to his baby brother. He did take Caden's blanket away.  Surely he didn't remember that was once his blanket.  Of course I had to dress the boys alike.  They looked so cute in their "All American Hunk" outfits.   I'm glad I had a boy because it would have been hard to dress Caleb and a baby girl alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caleb continues to love on Caden.  He loves his baby.  He helps out by giving me his pacifier when he thinks Caden needs it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228970777045903316-1016518136764608257?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/1016518136764608257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=1016518136764608257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/1016518136764608257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/1016518136764608257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-2-boys.html' title='My 2 boys'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-5420506097446074306</id><published>2009-05-31T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T09:07:23.560-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caden'/><title type='text'>Life with a newborn</title><content type='html'>I forgot what it was like to have a newborn.  Things were different with Caleb because he was in the hospital for a week before he was able to come home.  Caden has lost about 1 pound since he was born.  I have been working on feeding him every 2-3 hours.  He typically eats 2-3 ounces at each feeding.  It seems like a lot, but I am comparing him to Caleb who would take 1 hour to eat 1 ounce.  Caden is sleeping well.  I am trying to rest when Caden is sleeping, but really, that is not happening like it should. I find things that I need to do.  I feel bad because I can't take care of Caleb like normal.  I feel like he is being neglected.  For the most part I feel fine, but one side of me hurts when I sit in a position that is not comfortable.  Hopefully the pain will go away soon.  I am so ready to establish our routine as a new family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228970777045903316-5420506097446074306?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/5420506097446074306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=5420506097446074306' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/5420506097446074306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/5420506097446074306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-with-newborn.html' title='Life with a newborn'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-7588033876153533717</id><published>2009-05-29T14:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T14:19:50.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Samson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SiBRbJHkExI/AAAAAAAAAQE/OBVt1R8Ppg4/s1600-h/various+pics+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341358684807369490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SiBRbJHkExI/AAAAAAAAAQE/OBVt1R8Ppg4/s400/various+pics+005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SiBRapAJ6EI/AAAAAAAAAP8/9Y9x2kjLGgo/s1600-h/various+pics+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341358676186359874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SiBRapAJ6EI/AAAAAAAAAP8/9Y9x2kjLGgo/s400/various+pics+006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SiBRadz2BrI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Ep55edann3c/s1600-h/various+pics+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341358673181935282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SiBRadz2BrI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Ep55edann3c/s400/various+pics+003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think I ever posted anything about Samson. Greg surprised me one day with a little puppy. I had also told him I wanted a small dog, but with 2 weimaraners, we really didn't look into getting another dog. I came home from work one day and Greg told me he had a present for me. He put Samson, a chihuahua, on the floor. He is a sweet puppy and is actually calm. He sleeps in our bed and doesn't move until we get up in the morning. Fritz and Greta love him. He thinks he is tough inside the house because when they come inside, he begins barking.&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/5228970777045903316-7588033876153533717?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/7588033876153533717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=7588033876153533717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/7588033876153533717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/7588033876153533717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2009/05/samson.html' title='Samson'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SiBRbJHkExI/AAAAAAAAAQE/OBVt1R8Ppg4/s72-c/various+pics+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-2546777057229865475</id><published>2009-05-29T13:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T14:00:57.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More pictures of Caden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SiBM60jDMMI/AAAAAAAAAPs/6PAhGkQ8Bns/s1600-h/Caden+Oswalt+Eneks+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341353731483185346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SiBM60jDMMI/AAAAAAAAAPs/6PAhGkQ8Bns/s400/Caden+Oswalt+Eneks+031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SiBM6oUIrJI/AAAAAAAAAPk/yNTdXLTk-t8/s1600-h/Caden+Oswalt+Eneks+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341353728199404690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SiBM6oUIrJI/AAAAAAAAAPk/yNTdXLTk-t8/s400/Caden+Oswalt+Eneks+023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SiBM6eGXIzI/AAAAAAAAAPc/bVskAhKq3iA/s1600-h/Caden+Oswalt+Eneks+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341353725457277746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SiBM6eGXIzI/AAAAAAAAAPc/bVskAhKq3iA/s400/Caden+Oswalt+Eneks+017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5228970777045903316-2546777057229865475?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/2546777057229865475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=2546777057229865475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/2546777057229865475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/2546777057229865475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2009/05/more-pictures-of-caden.html' title='More pictures of Caden'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SiBM60jDMMI/AAAAAAAAAPs/6PAhGkQ8Bns/s72-c/Caden+Oswalt+Eneks+031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-3047977540692985531</id><published>2009-05-29T13:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T13:56:17.113-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caden'/><title type='text'>Welcome to the world Caden Oswalt Eneks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SiBLuw-QvgI/AAAAAAAAAPU/TaZxMu3VG2s/s1600-h/Caden+Oswalt+Eneks+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341352424853519874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SiBLuw-QvgI/AAAAAAAAAPU/TaZxMu3VG2s/s400/Caden+Oswalt+Eneks+011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SiBLuhUTBWI/AAAAAAAAAPM/5QJOEIkCEso/s1600-h/Caden+Oswalt+Eneks+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341352420650976610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SiBLuhUTBWI/AAAAAAAAAPM/5QJOEIkCEso/s400/Caden+Oswalt+Eneks+015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SiBLuWuRmsI/AAAAAAAAAPE/qfFgtLgVOeE/s1600-h/Caden+Oswalt+Eneks+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341352417807145666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SiBLuWuRmsI/AAAAAAAAAPE/qfFgtLgVOeE/s400/Caden+Oswalt+Eneks+007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SiBLtwNUzoI/AAAAAAAAAO8/e41oq4sZMwc/s1600-h/Caden+Oswalt+Eneks+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341352407468396162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SiBLtwNUzoI/AAAAAAAAAO8/e41oq4sZMwc/s400/Caden+Oswalt+Eneks+005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SiBLtvIl3QI/AAAAAAAAAO0/7ais4Sf6smM/s1600-h/Caden+Oswalt+Eneks+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341352407180107010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SiBLtvIl3QI/AAAAAAAAAO0/7ais4Sf6smM/s400/Caden+Oswalt+Eneks+001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caden Oswalt Eneks was born at 8:37am on Tuesday, May 26, 2009. We weighed 9.15 lbs and was 19 inches long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was a very long day waiting for Caden to arrive. I told Greg Sunday night I wanted a steak and baked potato as my last dinner since I could not have anything after midnight and I knew I would be having a liquid diet after surgery. We went to Texas Roadhouse and it was awesome! Of course I was miserable because I ate too much and everything I ate and drank gave me heartburn. Of course that is now gone since I have delivered the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 4:30am Tuesday morning to get ready. I was prepared for this birth since I knew when I was going to have my c-section and I was determined to be ready since I was not ready with Caleb. Greg and I were both nervous about the surgery. I went to triage to get prepped for surgery while Greg waited in my room. Billy and Carolyn kept Caleb Monday night and had him there early that morning because I wanted to see him before I had Caden. Caleb did not know what to think seeing me in a bed hooked up to a bunch of different things. I really enjoyed seeing my first born baby before our lives changed. I was not feeling real well because I was very nervous. I had heartburn like never before. I was given medicine to relax the stomach acid in my stomach before going into surgery. I asked the nurse if it was going to make me throw up and she said no. Well.....before I even took the medicine, I started throwing up. The medicine worked and I walked to the operating room. Greg finally joined me after they gave me a spinal tap which immediately took effect. I felt immediate relief when Caden was pulled from my belly. Prior to the surgery, Greg and my doctor were talking and she thought he may be around 8 pounds. She said ultrasounds are often off on their estimated weight. Once she pulled one foot out, someone made the statement, "That is a big foot!" After Caden was pulled out, all I could hear was, "That is a big baby!" Greg went to take a look at him while I began throwing up. Don't really know why that happened. I was able to take one glance at my precious baby before he was taken to the nursery. I was in recovery for about an hour before I was able to go to my room. Greg and Caleb met me in my room. After I was settled in, I began seeing visitors. Caden was able to come to my room about 1:00. That was the first time I was able to hold him. I am truly blessed that everything went well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came home on Thursday. Caleb has done well so far. He gives Caden kisses and tries to help out by giving me his pacifier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy and honored to be trusted with to precious boys who are gifts from God. Greg and I look at our new family and can't believe these boys are actually ours. I always thought I wanted a little girl, but I wouldn't give anything to have one.&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/5228970777045903316-3047977540692985531?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/3047977540692985531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=3047977540692985531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/3047977540692985531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/3047977540692985531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2009/05/welcome-to-world-caden-oswalt-eneks.html' title='Welcome to the world Caden Oswalt Eneks!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SiBLuw-QvgI/AAAAAAAAAPU/TaZxMu3VG2s/s72-c/Caden+Oswalt+Eneks+011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-8967852086544308310</id><published>2009-05-25T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T13:11:44.792-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Family Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Shr7CrLZmiI/AAAAAAAAAOs/crBrn4ydrvs/s1600-h/pregnant.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339856331569994274" style="WIDTH: 392px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Shr7CrLZmiI/AAAAAAAAAOs/crBrn4ydrvs/s400/pregnant.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday night we ate dinner at my father-in-law's house. Carolyn loves taking pictures and told me in advance she had put up the black fabric for a background. I have enjoyed having pictures taken of the belly this time because I just didn't get any when I was pregnant with Caleb. We got this one on the first shot with Caleb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228970777045903316-8967852086544308310?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/8967852086544308310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=8967852086544308310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/8967852086544308310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/8967852086544308310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2009/05/family-picture.html' title='Family Picture'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Shr7CrLZmiI/AAAAAAAAAOs/crBrn4ydrvs/s72-c/pregnant.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-3748220959067104071</id><published>2009-05-24T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T21:04:14.052-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cops'/><title type='text'>Our own Cops episode</title><content type='html'>Friday night Greg and I lived through an episode of Cops.  Greg was working days and goes to bed early because he wakes up at 4am to get ready for work.  I was on the couch because of course I couldn't sleep.  I was watching Jon and Kate Plus 8 episodes.  I went to the bathroom and heard a siren from the distance.  I thought to myself, "Hmmmm, I wonder where they are going?"  I laid back on the couch and heard a loud noise that sounded like a gun shot.  Two of them.  I got off the couch as quick as I could which is not very quick to wake up Greg.  As I was getting up, I heard someone banging on the door and screaming.  I thought they were screaming Greg's name.  I woke him up and told him someone was banging on our door.  He grabbed his gun and went to answer the door.   I saw a Chambers County Sheriff's car  outside and told Greg, but he didn't hear me.  He opened the door to be welcomed by a constable.  He yelled at him to put his gun down.  He closed the door, took a deep breath, and unloaded the gun.  When he opened the door again they asked if I still  had a knife.  What??????  Which is what Greg said.  Then they asked if the baby was ok?  Greg told them he didn't know what they were talking about.  They stated they had received a call and asked if we lived on Schaffer.  Greg informed them we live on Range Lane.  The  street they were looking for is in the front of the neighborhood.  They apologized and left.  We have been missing our street sign since the hurricane.   They later came back and knocked silently to apologize once again, but we didn't answer the door.  Greg called the police and let them know someone was knocking, but he was not going to answer.  What is so funny about the  whole thing is that I am 38 weeks pregnant, Greg (a former Marine) opened the door with a gun, and they thought I was the one causing the trouble with a knife?  And this is who protects us.  We are very lucky that Greg or one of the officers was not shot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228970777045903316-3748220959067104071?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/3748220959067104071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=3748220959067104071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/3748220959067104071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/3748220959067104071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2009/05/our-own-cops-episode.html' title='Our own Cops episode'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-7126198383878481782</id><published>2009-05-21T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T19:21:16.246-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caden'/><title type='text'>The countdown is on one hand</title><content type='html'>5 more days until Caden arrives!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my last doctor appointment today before Caden makes his grand entrance.  He is still high and I am not showing any signs of labor.  I prayed my entire pregnancy I would be able to carry him to term.  I guess God listened to me.  I have been getting lots of sympathy from people I see in the store and at the doctor's office.  I am still being asked if I am having twins.  My answer is NO.  People also think I should be delivering that day.  My answer is once again NO.   I even had a lady ask to rub my belly at Dollar General yesterday.  It doesn't bother me, so I let her rub away.  I almost began to tear up as I was leaving the doctor today because I made my 3 week postpartum appointment.  It is so hard to sleep at night.  I start off either on the couch or in the bed and go back and forth throughout the night. I know I will hurt from the c-section, but I think and hope at least I will feel more comfortable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228970777045903316-7126198383878481782?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/7126198383878481782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=7126198383878481782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/7126198383878481782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/7126198383878481782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2009/05/countdown-is-on-one-hand.html' title='The countdown is on one hand'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-2143457280677504021</id><published>2009-05-14T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T13:48:05.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The end is in sight!</title><content type='html'>I had my weekly doctor appointment today.  One of the nurses has a daughter that is in pre-k at my school.  She told me her little girl asks about me daily to see if I have had the baby because she has not seen me at school.  Everytime the afternoon pre-k precious ones would see me, they would ask if I had a baby in my tummy.  They would talk about the baby coming out of my tummy, but this one little girl told her mommy that is not the only place they come out of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after taking my blood pressure she asked if I wanted to be checked.  Not that I enjoy that, but I wanted to know if I was dilating because it would at least give me some hope the end was near.  The first thing the doctor asked was if we had scheduled a day for my c-section.  I was excited to get something scheduled.  I am only dilated 1-2 cm.  If I go into labor, she will let me have the baby since I will be 37 weeks tomorrow.  The c-section is scheduled for May 26th at 7:30 am.  I have been wanting the baby to come for so long now, I am now wanting to keep him in until that day.  Greg will be taking vacation time and it will work really well with his schedule.  He will be able to be with me for about 18 days.  I am hoping to hold off for 1.5 weeks.  I have already kept this baby in 2 weeks longer than Caleb.  So hopefully we won't be having a tropical storm anytime soon.  That played a part in Caleb coming early.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228970777045903316-2143457280677504021?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/2143457280677504021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=2143457280677504021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/2143457280677504021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/2143457280677504021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2009/05/end-is-in-sight.html' title='The end is in sight!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-4922063746024875863</id><published>2009-05-14T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T06:34:29.653-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='belly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><title type='text'>36 weeks, 4 days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SgwchFR1M0I/AAAAAAAAAOk/JaqjScxP070/s1600-h/various+pics+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335671013205422914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SgwchFR1M0I/AAAAAAAAAOk/JaqjScxP070/s400/various+pics+020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the latest belly picture. Most of my clothes do not fit anymore including my maternity clothes. It is more difficult to sleep at night. At 35 weeks, I had an ultrasound. The baby's estimated weight was 8 lbs!!! No wonder I look so big in the front. If I have not had him at 38 weeks, she will go ahead and take him. I continue to think, "Can I go much longer?" I have already made it past the time when I had Caleb. I did not get to the point with Caleb feeling that I couldn't make it any longer. I sure have with this one. I have been off work since the last part of April. I am glad we got a new sectional about a week before I went on leave. I know I should be resting more, but there is only so much TV I can take. At least with this pregnancy I actually have a bag that is packed to take to the hospital. With Caleb, I only took my purse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228970777045903316-4922063746024875863?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/4922063746024875863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=4922063746024875863' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/4922063746024875863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/4922063746024875863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2009/05/36-weeks-4-days.html' title='36 weeks, 4 days'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SgwchFR1M0I/AAAAAAAAAOk/JaqjScxP070/s72-c/various+pics+020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-2473756310725687223</id><published>2009-05-14T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T06:27:28.844-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><title type='text'>Beach Outing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Sgwa8ehdfDI/AAAAAAAAAOc/r_mGKV85mp8/s1600-h/various+pics+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335669284815076402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Sgwa8ehdfDI/AAAAAAAAAOc/r_mGKV85mp8/s200/various+pics+020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Sgwa8DFXyaI/AAAAAAAAAOU/bBmkOdHsUDg/s1600-h/various+pics+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335669277449505186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Sgwa8DFXyaI/AAAAAAAAAOU/bBmkOdHsUDg/s200/various+pics+016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Sgwa75Y3f1I/AAAAAAAAAOM/J19bxiYmmzY/s1600-h/various+pics+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335669274846920530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Sgwa75Y3f1I/AAAAAAAAAOM/J19bxiYmmzY/s200/various+pics+014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Sgwa76Mgu8I/AAAAAAAAAOE/0th1gNle-TA/s1600-h/various+pics+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335669275063532482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Sgwa76Mgu8I/AAAAAAAAAOE/0th1gNle-TA/s200/various+pics+013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Sgwa7p1x5nI/AAAAAAAAAN8/ZV1JkeTWz1Y/s1600-h/various+pics+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335669270673221234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Sgwa7p1x5nI/AAAAAAAAAN8/ZV1JkeTWz1Y/s200/various+pics+010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Greg and I have been bored lately since I have been at home. Greg asked me on Tuesday if I wanted to drive to Crystal Beach and look around since Hurricane Ike. So, Greg, Caleb, Samson (puppy), I went to the beach.   We stopped at Sonic and ordered &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;drinks&lt;/span&gt; and popcorn chicken. It was amazing to see the damage caused by Ike.  They have been working to repair and rebuild.  I can't imagine how it looked 8 months ago.  We found a part of the beach that had been cleared and was fairly clean.  We looked for shells.   It was Caleb's first time to see the ocean.  He loved walking up and down the beach and Samson seemed to also enjoy it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was so nice to get away from everything.  Of course, I was ready to get home and get the sand and salt water off.  I was so thankful that Greg had the idea.  I enjoyed spending time with my two favorite men.  Hopefully it will be my three favorite men soon.  I am getting very restless waiting for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Caden&lt;/span&gt; to arrive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228970777045903316-2473756310725687223?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/2473756310725687223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=2473756310725687223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/2473756310725687223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/2473756310725687223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2009/05/beach-outing.html' title='Beach Outing'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/Sgwa8ehdfDI/AAAAAAAAAOc/r_mGKV85mp8/s72-c/various+pics+020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-613937167422332139</id><published>2009-04-13T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T15:39:01.467-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surgery'/><title type='text'>Mama</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to give an update on mama. She went to MD Anderson today for a mastectomy and reconstructive surgery.  Jenny was at the hospital today to be with her and daddy.  I stayed home to take Caleb to the Dr. and mama did not think it was a good idea for me to be there all day in my "current condition."  No matter how old we are, mama's still know what is good for us.  It would have been a long day.  The first part of her surgery went well.  They removed a lymph node and were going to biopsy it to make sure the cancer has not spread.  Because her cancer is so small, the Dr. did not think it had spread and the biopsy they do in the operating room would not pick it up.  The second half of her surgery was the reconstructive surgery.  Jenny called around 2:30 and she was in recovery.  They should be able to see her around 6pm.  I am hoping to get up there sometime this week, but since I live in Baytown, I will be a bigger help here than while she is at the hospital.  Caleb would also need to stay away for a few days since he has been sick and is currently on breathing treatments and medicine to get him better.   I had a weight lifted off my shoulders now that her surgery is over.  This is one thing I wanted to make it through before the baby comes.  Next is the TAKS test which is at the end of April.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228970777045903316-613937167422332139?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/613937167422332139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=613937167422332139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/613937167422332139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/613937167422332139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2009/04/mama.html' title='Mama'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-7350044298233150155</id><published>2009-04-12T16:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T16:08:04.456-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dairy Queen'/><title type='text'>Yum, Yum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SeJz_Ks77rI/AAAAAAAAAN0/2mIlr_621pU/s1600-h/item_oreobrownie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323945238547132082" style="WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SeJz_Ks77rI/AAAAAAAAAN0/2mIlr_621pU/s400/item_oreobrownie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned earlier about how I was craving ice cream and decided to try the Oreo Brownie Earthquake from Dairy Queen.  The name alone does not do it justice, so I decided to post a picture.   They are awesome!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228970777045903316-7350044298233150155?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/7350044298233150155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=7350044298233150155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/7350044298233150155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/7350044298233150155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2009/04/yum-yum.html' title='Yum, Yum'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SeJz_Ks77rI/AAAAAAAAAN0/2mIlr_621pU/s72-c/item_oreobrownie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-6182811544623175674</id><published>2009-04-12T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T15:44:13.275-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='belly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kim'/><title type='text'>Belly Pictures at 32 Weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SeJtj2rBSwI/AAAAAAAAANs/rUuz2MDe_NM/s1600-h/DSCN0407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323938172244151042" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SeJtj2rBSwI/AAAAAAAAANs/rUuz2MDe_NM/s200/DSCN0407.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SeJtjVTdElI/AAAAAAAAANk/W-1cmqmpH5w/s1600-h/DSCN0405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323938163286938194" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SeJtjVTdElI/AAAAAAAAANk/W-1cmqmpH5w/s200/DSCN0405.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am getting bigger all of the time. I have out grown a lot of my maternity clothes. When I went to the doctor at 30 weeks, my stomach was measuring 33 cm.  I asked what that meant and she told me the baby may be big or he may come earlier that we thought.  The next week, I measured 34 cm.  I may be measuring larger also due to my height.  I go back at 33 weeks.  At that time, she will do this test that will let her know if I will be going into labor within the next 2 weeks.  If it is negative, I will have it done again at 35 weeks.  If I haven't had the baby by 38 weeks, she will induce.  I am glad there is a test to help determine if I will go into labor early.  I had a healthy pregnancy with Caleb and it was very unexpected that he arrived at 35 weeks (at 6.9lbs!)  I am praying that I can hold off until May to have the baby.&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/5228970777045903316-6182811544623175674?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/6182811544623175674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=6182811544623175674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/6182811544623175674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/6182811544623175674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2009/04/belly-pictures-at-32-weeks.html' title='Belly Pictures at 32 Weeks'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SeJtj2rBSwI/AAAAAAAAANs/rUuz2MDe_NM/s72-c/DSCN0407.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-1696570306673304844</id><published>2009-04-12T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T15:37:21.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SeJrmp8NYjI/AAAAAAAAANc/DagFiBBWTOU/s1600-h/DSCN0428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323936021342937650" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SeJrmp8NYjI/AAAAAAAAANc/DagFiBBWTOU/s200/DSCN0428.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SeJrmZ2ovlI/AAAAAAAAANU/7bE4qYSlgqg/s1600-h/DSCN0422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323936017024597586" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SeJrmZ2ovlI/AAAAAAAAANU/7bE4qYSlgqg/s200/DSCN0422.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SeJrmM94N6I/AAAAAAAAANM/UQQUqdzIAuA/s1600-h/DSCN0416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323936013565310882" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SeJrmM94N6I/AAAAAAAAANM/UQQUqdzIAuA/s200/DSCN0416.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/_0A2q3po3piA/SeJrl0v6OLI/AAAAAAAAANE/8-6gH-Lrlh4/s1600-h/DSCN0411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323936007064271026" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SeJrl0v6OLI/AAAAAAAAANE/8-6gH-Lrlh4/s200/DSCN0411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228970777045903316-1696570306673304844?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/1696570306673304844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=1696570306673304844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/1696570306673304844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/1696570306673304844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2009/04/family-pictures.html' title='Family Pictures'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SeJrmp8NYjI/AAAAAAAAANc/DagFiBBWTOU/s72-c/DSCN0428.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-200891190959100063</id><published>2009-04-12T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T15:27:58.715-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caleb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><title type='text'>More Easter Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SeJquNLLY-I/AAAAAAAAAM8/iCLn3xaDD24/s1600-h/DSCN0390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323935051548419042" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SeJquNLLY-I/AAAAAAAAAM8/iCLn3xaDD24/s200/DSCN0390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Moriah, Caleb, Micah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SeJqt5tUzlI/AAAAAAAAAM0/K_QuRE22C20/s1600-h/DSCN0387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323935046322933330" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SeJqt5tUzlI/AAAAAAAAAM0/K_QuRE22C20/s200/DSCN0387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SeJqtY0UdVI/AAAAAAAAAMs/rkeXCwUVMRI/s1600-h/DSCN0382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323935037493900626" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SeJqtY0UdVI/AAAAAAAAAMs/rkeXCwUVMRI/s200/DSCN0382.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SeJqtH2iqkI/AAAAAAAAAMk/l14b5F6z77g/s1600-h/DSCN0381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323935032939817538" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SeJqtH2iqkI/AAAAAAAAAMk/l14b5F6z77g/s200/DSCN0381.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SeJqszFIjmI/AAAAAAAAAMc/xrDo69i4DMg/s1600-h/DSCN0378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323935027363876450" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SeJqszFIjmI/AAAAAAAAAMc/xrDo69i4DMg/s200/DSCN0378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5228970777045903316-200891190959100063?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/200891190959100063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=200891190959100063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/200891190959100063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/200891190959100063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2009/04/more-easter-pictures.html' title='More Easter Pictures'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SeJquNLLY-I/AAAAAAAAAM8/iCLn3xaDD24/s72-c/DSCN0390.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-762042482451848888</id><published>2009-04-12T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T15:23:59.776-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caleb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><title type='text'>Easter Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SeJpFkJpVYI/AAAAAAAAAME/e5c7ToETA84/s1600-h/DSCN0363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323933253829744002" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SeJpFkJpVYI/AAAAAAAAAME/e5c7ToETA84/s200/DSCN0363.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SeJpFUrzUbI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Btm1hZ5H4fM/s1600-h/DSCN0361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323933249678037426" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SeJpFUrzUbI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Btm1hZ5H4fM/s200/DSCN0361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SeJpFk2yB0I/AAAAAAAAAMM/HbgFHdmjGeo/s1600-h/DSCN0365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323933254019057474" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SeJpFk2yB0I/AAAAAAAAAMM/HbgFHdmjGeo/s200/DSCN0365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SeJpFxqi34I/AAAAAAAAAMU/5cBg25L7_j0/s1600-h/DSCN0374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323933257457393538" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SeJpFxqi34I/AAAAAAAAAMU/5cBg25L7_j0/s200/DSCN0374.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to my parent's house late Saturday to eat dinner. Caleb was sick this weekend with a bad cough and ended up with fever while at my parent's house. We dyed eggs and Caleb had a great time. He really liked playing in the dye. He tried a couple of times to pick the bowl up and drink the dye.  Jenny and I hid empty plastic eggs outside.  We decided to have the hunt last night because we knew rain was predicted on Sunday.  We helped Caleb find the eggs and he picked them up and put them in his basket.  Moriah and Micah were really good with him because they let him get the easy ones and would even through some of theirs down for him to get.  I can't wait until next year and he really gets into hunting eggs.&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/5228970777045903316-762042482451848888?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/762042482451848888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=762042482451848888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/762042482451848888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/762042482451848888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-weekend.html' title='Easter Weekend'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SeJpFkJpVYI/AAAAAAAAAME/e5c7ToETA84/s72-c/DSCN0363.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-7461606343831060590</id><published>2009-04-12T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T16:08:40.822-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flat tire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dairy Queen'/><title type='text'>Flat Tire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SeJnT_2xu4I/AAAAAAAAAL0/R8Ye-383RZc/s1600-h/DSCN0352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323931302761708418" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SeJnT_2xu4I/AAAAAAAAAL0/R8Ye-383RZc/s200/DSCN0352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SeJnTjEU3yI/AAAAAAAAALs/wbG2_N1hoFw/s1600-h/DSCN0351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323931295033909026" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SeJnTjEU3yI/AAAAAAAAALs/wbG2_N1hoFw/s200/DSCN0351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SeJnTS7PJPI/AAAAAAAAALk/5TfwF_fUnaY/s1600-h/DSCN0350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323931290700817650" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SeJnTS7PJPI/AAAAAAAAALk/5TfwF_fUnaY/s200/DSCN0350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Friday I was craving &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ice cream&lt;/span&gt; while at work. Dairy Queen is about 2 minutes from the school so I decided to call and order lunch. As I walked out to my car, I noticed my tire was flat. It looked like a huge spear was in it. Greg said it was actually concrete. I have been accused of running over a curb due to my past history of hitting curbs, but this time I really didn't. Anyway, my dear friend Lydia allowed me to use her car so I could get my food from Dairy Queen. Once I got back to school, I sent Greg a text message for him to call me when he woke up since he had been working nights. He came to school and put on the spare tire and headed off to Discount Tire to replace the tire. The had to order me a new tire which I came in the next day. I am so thankful that Greg was able to come and help me out. I don't know how to change a flat tire and couldn't have done it even if I knew how to. It was enough for me to bend down to take a picture while holding my food. I also recommended the Oreo Brownie Earthquake from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DQ&lt;/span&gt;. It tasted very good!&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/5228970777045903316-7461606343831060590?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/7461606343831060590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=7461606343831060590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/7461606343831060590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/7461606343831060590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2009/04/flat-tire.html' title='Flat Tire'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SeJnT_2xu4I/AAAAAAAAAL0/R8Ye-383RZc/s72-c/DSCN0352.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-5582562969305231807</id><published>2009-04-12T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T15:10:48.583-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caleb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='name'/><title type='text'>Easter Egg Yard Signs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SeJmJCEsnOI/AAAAAAAAALc/22JIbeFhLYQ/s1600-h/DSCN0349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323930014866775266" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SeJmJCEsnOI/AAAAAAAAALc/22JIbeFhLYQ/s200/DSCN0349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SeJmI1I8jwI/AAAAAAAAALU/EXe-_2K3lFY/s1600-h/DSCN0348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323930011394936578" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SeJmI1I8jwI/AAAAAAAAALU/EXe-_2K3lFY/s200/DSCN0348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SeJmI-3JZUI/AAAAAAAAALM/BDYALy3JSLw/s1600-h/DSCN0347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323930014004634946" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SeJmI-3JZUI/AAAAAAAAALM/BDYALy3JSLw/s200/DSCN0347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last year I bought some Easter Egg yard signs while in Winnie and had our names put on them. I went ahead and bought one for Caden this year, let's just hope he really is a boy. One day Caleb and I were playing in the yard and he walked up to his egg and hit it. I didn't think anything about it until Greg mentioned something to me a few days later. They had been running errands while I was at work and when Caleb got out of the truck, he walked up to his egg. Later that evening we went out to eat and asked Caleb to show us his egg. He did! I don't know if he was just lucky all three times, or if he recognizes his name. His name is in his room and on his new bog boy bed.&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/5228970777045903316-5582562969305231807?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/5582562969305231807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=5582562969305231807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/5582562969305231807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/5582562969305231807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-egg-yard-signs.html' title='Easter Egg Yard Signs'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SeJmJCEsnOI/AAAAAAAAALc/22JIbeFhLYQ/s72-c/DSCN0349.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-8478179724659125702</id><published>2009-04-12T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T15:05:42.302-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caleb'/><title type='text'>Mommy just thinks I nap...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SeJkhnkig9I/AAAAAAAAALE/gbCU9QxPD68/s1600-h/DSCN0345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323928238226047954" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SeJkhnkig9I/AAAAAAAAALE/gbCU9QxPD68/s200/DSCN0345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It has been a while since I last posted a blog, so I plan on catching up today.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;layed&lt;/span&gt; Caleb down for a morning nap and assumed he fell asleep.  I had been cleaning the house and did not hear anything over the monitors.  Well, I hear a knock at his bedroom door and opened it up and found a surprise.  Caleb had decided not to take a nap and instead explore his room.  He dumped out an entire box of Q-Tips and pulled the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cotton&lt;/span&gt; off.  He also pulled out several wipes from a box that was on a lower shelf of his changing table.  He helped me clean up his mess. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The next morning he woke up and began playing again.  He opened a bag with travel shampoo and things like that.  He didn't open up the shampoo, but the containers were on the floor.  When he saw me, he said, "Uh Oh."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228970777045903316-8478179724659125702?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/8478179724659125702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=8478179724659125702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/8478179724659125702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/8478179724659125702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2009/04/mommy-just-thinks-i-nap.html' title='Mommy just thinks I nap...'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SeJkhnkig9I/AAAAAAAAALE/gbCU9QxPD68/s72-c/DSCN0345.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-2006643039952242707</id><published>2009-03-18T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T14:50:04.103-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kim'/><title type='text'>Belly Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/ScFsZq11ZjI/AAAAAAAAAK8/RCXRZH8YizQ/s1600-h/DSCN0319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314648223526512178" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/ScFsZq11ZjI/AAAAAAAAAK8/RCXRZH8YizQ/s200/DSCN0319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/ScFsZNYRUJI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Mx8dMsC08rY/s1600-h/DSCN0317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314648215617884306" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/ScFsZNYRUJI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Mx8dMsC08rY/s200/DSCN0317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/ScFsY0irIZI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Zqo5Rd5n-Kk/s1600-h/DSCN0316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314648208950632850" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/ScFsY0irIZI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Zqo5Rd5n-Kk/s200/DSCN0316.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a couple of belly pictures that were taken Monday night in Kemah. I was 28 weeks and 3 days pregnant in these pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5228970777045903316-2006643039952242707?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/2006643039952242707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=2006643039952242707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/2006643039952242707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/2006643039952242707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2009/03/belly-pictures.html' title='Belly Pictures'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/ScFsZq11ZjI/AAAAAAAAAK8/RCXRZH8YizQ/s72-c/DSCN0319.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-149783746002644341</id><published>2009-03-18T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T14:46:54.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Boy Bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/ScFrspPry9I/AAAAAAAAAKk/Q_sjF5OesB0/s1600-h/DSCN0344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314647450003950546" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/ScFrspPry9I/AAAAAAAAAKk/Q_sjF5OesB0/s200/DSCN0344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/ScFrrJgepxI/AAAAAAAAAKM/_jLzyci06YI/s1600-h/DSCN0339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314647424304588562" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/ScFrrJgepxI/AAAAAAAAAKM/_jLzyci06YI/s200/DSCN0339.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/ScFrr9zDFnI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Y9OrmrF5xSU/s1600-h/DSCN0340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314647438341117554" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/ScFrr9zDFnI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Y9OrmrF5xSU/s200/DSCN0340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/ScFrsDBgtEI/AAAAAAAAAKc/vSf2cDpp-fQ/s1600-h/DSCN0343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314647439743956034" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/ScFrsDBgtEI/AAAAAAAAAKc/vSf2cDpp-fQ/s200/DSCN0343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Greg and I decided that instead of buying another crib for the baby, we would get Caleb a big boy bed. We told my dad that Caleb may need Granddaddy to make him a bed. He made Micah a baseball bed when he began using a big boy bed. Anyway we thought a cowboy bed would be great since that is how his room is decorated and I can still use the same bedding for Caden. I found the cutest quilt at Target that I wanted to get. We got everything set up late Tuesday night and hoped for the best. Caleb slept through the night in his new bed. He has also taken both of his naps today in it. It is the cutest bed and he is so proud of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228970777045903316-149783746002644341?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/149783746002644341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=149783746002644341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/149783746002644341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/149783746002644341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2009/03/big-boy-bed.html' title='Big Boy Bed'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/ScFrspPry9I/AAAAAAAAAKk/Q_sjF5OesB0/s72-c/DSCN0344.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-7216395884285450306</id><published>2009-03-18T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T14:38:40.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/ScFpzcWjSrI/AAAAAAAAAKE/UFrPj6qWwFs/s1600-h/DSCN0330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314645367778921138" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/ScFpzcWjSrI/AAAAAAAAAKE/UFrPj6qWwFs/s320/DSCN0330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/ScFpy0TaEMI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/pMCCbR_RAxY/s1600-h/DSCN0336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314645357028315330" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/ScFpy0TaEMI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/pMCCbR_RAxY/s320/DSCN0336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/ScFpyvBNjQI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/CVkF3tV4D_0/s1600-h/DSCN0328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314645355609820418" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/ScFpyvBNjQI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/CVkF3tV4D_0/s320/DSCN0328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/ScFpyLxNs-I/AAAAAAAAAJs/SgQEYH7Rh40/s1600-h/DSCN0323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314645346147480546" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/ScFpyLxNs-I/AAAAAAAAAJs/SgQEYH7Rh40/s320/DSCN0323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/ScFpx6Dm2tI/AAAAAAAAAJk/xYel7IoE7DM/s1600-h/DSCN0321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314645341392788178" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/ScFpx6Dm2tI/AAAAAAAAAJk/xYel7IoE7DM/s320/DSCN0321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday we took Caleb to the park for the first time. We originally planned to have a picnic, but it was cloudy yesterday morning and chilly, so we waited until the afternoon and made a stop at Dairy Queen. Jenny, Moriah, and Micah went with us. Caleb loves playing with Micah. I wished they lived closer so he could play with his big cousin more often (not that Katy is that far away). Caleb LOVED the slide. He laughed each time he went down. He also liked the swings. He tried to clap, but realized he needed to hold on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228970777045903316-7216395884285450306?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/7216395884285450306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=7216395884285450306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/7216395884285450306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/7216395884285450306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/ScFpzcWjSrI/AAAAAAAAAKE/UFrPj6qWwFs/s72-c/DSCN0330.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-3384041810180802373</id><published>2009-03-05T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T19:04:14.757-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caleb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fingers'/><title type='text'>Injuries</title><content type='html'>Greg has been out of town this week for fire school at A&amp;amp;M and it has just been Caleb and me at home.  It has not been a great week.  Mama's surgery was on Monday and Tuesday was the TAKS test.  TAKS days are no fun at all because all I can do is stare at the kids and make sure they do not talk.  Wednesday night I was cleaning the bathroom and did not notice Caleb grabbing my flat iron.  Well, he turned it on and it burned him.  I ran his fingers under cool water and he stopped crying as soon as I asked if he wanted to take a bath.  This morning when he woke up, his poor little thumb has a huge blister.  It doesn't seem to bother him at all, but it looks horrible.  I feel so bad that this happened.  I feel like a dead beat mommy who spends all day drinking out of a bottle and watching TV.  I don't really do this, but it sure makes me feel bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228970777045903316-3384041810180802373?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/3384041810180802373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=3384041810180802373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/3384041810180802373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/3384041810180802373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2009/03/injuries.html' title='Injuries'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-6728322370542888572</id><published>2009-03-05T18:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T18:59:29.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama</title><content type='html'>Mama had her surgery on Monday. It was a very long day for all of us.  My in-laws were gracious enough to let Caleb spend the night so I wouldn't have to worry about getting him ready that morning.  She had to be at MD Anderson at 7:45am.  She was originally told that the surgery would begin 1-1.5 hours after she arrived.  Well, it was 12:30 when the surgery began.  We were able to see her in recovery later that afternoon.  She was eating ice chips when I went back.  During that time she ate a package of cheese crackers and a diet coke.  She never drinks an entire diet coke, but that day she did.  She was discharged around 5pm.  We were home about 6pm.  She is tolerating the pain.  The Dr. is hoping she got all of the cancer, but will have to check the margins.  If the xray comes back positive, she will have to have a mastectomy in about a month.  We are hoping everything was taken care of on Monday.  Please keep her in your prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228970777045903316-6728322370542888572?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/6728322370542888572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=6728322370542888572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/6728322370542888572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/6728322370542888572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2009/03/mama.html' title='Mama'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-4956181553045224572</id><published>2009-02-20T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T19:40:44.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Mama had another biopsy on Monday to look at the other spots.  Those spots were also cancerous.  She has decided to have the lumps removed and undergo 5 weeks of radiation.  She has the surgery scheduled for 3/2.  She has to get her potassium levels up before they can perform surgery.   She has several appointments scheduled at MD Anderson in the next few weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228970777045903316-4956181553045224572?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/4956181553045224572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=4956181553045224572' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/4956181553045224572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/4956181553045224572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2009/02/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-7253326459400694545</id><published>2009-02-16T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T08:29:10.275-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mama'/><title type='text'>This past week</title><content type='html'>I decided to go ahead and update everyone on what has been going on the past week. My mom had an abnormal mammogram during December which resulted in her having another mammogram and ultrasound. She still did not get the results we were hoping for. She had a biopsy 1/22. At that time, her doctor believed it was in her best interest to get a second opinion at MD Anderson . She spent last Tuesday at MD Anderson undergoing a lot of additional testing to determine if she had cancer. She asked the radiologist if he could tell her anything and he said it wasn't great news, but the good news was that it was not in her lymph nodes. I stayed as strong as I could while talking with her, but after I hung up the phone, it was a different story. I was upset all day Wednesday thinking about what she would find out at her appointment on Thursday. It really upset me that she may not be around for my kids and they would not have the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt; of knowing her. I had a literacy meeting Thursday morning so I was able to be distracted without being distracted in front of the kids in my class. She found out that she has stage 0 cancer which I guess if you are going to have it, stage 0 is what one would hope for. She is having another biopsy today to check a couple other spots. After she finds out the results from today, she will decide her course of treatment. The family spent the weekend together and everyone seemed to be upbeat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228970777045903316-7253326459400694545?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/7253326459400694545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=7253326459400694545' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/7253326459400694545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/7253326459400694545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-past-week.html' title='This past week'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-5986181508372704114</id><published>2009-02-11T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T15:16:37.811-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wheel of Fortune'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caleb'/><title type='text'>Wheel of Fortune</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SZNboJMXQQI/AAAAAAAAAJc/6Ty8cWZBqLY/s1600-h/bca446fed3ddb84c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301681931565875458" style="WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SZNboJMXQQI/AAAAAAAAAJc/6Ty8cWZBqLY/s320/bca446fed3ddb84c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caleb's favorite show is Wheel of Fortune.  This has been his favorite since he was just months old.  He has yet to get into Barney, Elmo, etc.  As soon as we turn on his show, he begins clapping and says, "Yeah!!!"  He will stare at the TV.  I remember when he was about 6-7 months old and was extremely fussy.  I turned on his show and he immediately turned his head and focused on the TV.  He stopped crying.  It is funny that he will be 17 months old on Friday and loves to watch The Wheel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228970777045903316-5986181508372704114?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/5986181508372704114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=5986181508372704114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/5986181508372704114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/5986181508372704114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2009/02/wheel-of-fortune.html' title='Wheel of Fortune'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SZNboJMXQQI/AAAAAAAAAJc/6Ty8cWZBqLY/s72-c/bca446fed3ddb84c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-2060519522792868574</id><published>2009-02-04T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T18:46:14.841-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caleb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talking'/><title type='text'>Potty Mouth</title><content type='html'>I have been telling Greg for sometime to watch what he says in front of Caleb because one day he would be repeating the things he hears.  Well, on Saturday I was cooking dinner and my hands were real messy.  Greta began barking and was wanting out of her kennel.  She had just gone back in her kennel from being outside for awhile.  I screamed "Shut up!"  Greg had just gotten home from work and was checking his email in our room with the door closed.  Caleb then proceeded to tell Greta to shut up.  I wasn't sure I actually heard him correctly until Greg came out of our room and asked if Caleb had just told Greta to shut up.  I knew then that what I really heard was right.  I guess I am the one who needs to watch their mouth because once again tonight, the same thing happened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228970777045903316-2060519522792868574?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/2060519522792868574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=2060519522792868574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/2060519522792868574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/2060519522792868574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2009/02/potty-mouth.html' title='Potty Mouth'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-5214835253896742374</id><published>2009-02-01T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T18:26:09.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a great Sunday</title><content type='html'>Today was not the best Sunday I have had.  I had a great day at church and then a yummy lunch at Tia Maria's.  Caleb was very tired while we were waiting on our food.  He woke up at 6:30 this morning.  Apparently he sleeps until 9:30 when Greg keeps him, but I have yet to experience that.  Anyway he was  extra sleepy.  I held him for a little bit until my in-laws came to eat at the same &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; and my mother-in-law held him for me.  By the time we got home, he was awake, but still tired.  I tried to lay him down, but he cried... a lot.  He is also cutting 8 teeth right now.  I have to leave a little before 5pm to get Alyssa home by 6pm.  Caleb only took about a 20 minute nap which was not enough.  He cried some of the way there.  It began to rain and then hail.  Really hard!   I got Alyssa dropped off and had sent Greg a text to let him know it was hailing.  He told me if it was bad to find someone to stop and take cover so the car wouldn't get damaged.  I got this car and the end of October, so we didn't want it to get messed up.  Well everyone else had the same idea and every gas station, car wash, pharmacy, and bank had cars taking cover.  Thankfully as of right now when we checked my car in the garage, we did not see any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;noticeable&lt;/span&gt; dings.  Caleb screamed the entire way home... for 1 hour.  Needless to say, once I got home, I was beat.  I don't ever want to drive through a hailstorm with a screaming baby ever again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228970777045903316-5214835253896742374?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/5214835253896742374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=5214835253896742374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/5214835253896742374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/5214835253896742374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2009/02/not-great-sunday.html' title='Not a great Sunday'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-375908968379219785</id><published>2009-01-25T18:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T18:31:59.945-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caleb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='addiction'/><title type='text'>Addictions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SX0fJyEsD8I/AAAAAAAAAJU/JdP55QvEyoI/s1600-h/19df5d225e151be4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295422989778292674" style="WIDTH: 78px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SX0fJyEsD8I/AAAAAAAAAJU/JdP55QvEyoI/s320/19df5d225e151be4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all have our addictions at our house...Greg - snuff, me - coke, Dr. Pepper, Caleb - well, he hits the hard stuff -  Pediasure.  His pediatrician wanted us to give him a Pediasure once a day.  He has really taken to it and I think it is going to be hard to get him off of it.  He screams when he sees it at home, the store, my mom's pantry, or in his diaper bag.  He gulps it down in seconds without stopping to breath. We are hoping this will add some weight on him since he is still not 20 pounds.  He was 19 pounds, 13 ounces last week at the Dr.  He grows in length, but he sure is skinny.  I think he just burns EVERYTHING he takes in because he is non-stop  all day long.  I think this habit will be harder to break than the bottle and pacifier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228970777045903316-375908968379219785?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/375908968379219785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=375908968379219785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/375908968379219785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/375908968379219785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2009/01/addictions.html' title='Addictions'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SX0fJyEsD8I/AAAAAAAAAJU/JdP55QvEyoI/s72-c/19df5d225e151be4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-6195413284132869214</id><published>2009-01-25T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T18:09:09.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SX0ZKja7HHI/AAAAAAAAAJM/sPDStbBlr4I/s1600-h/DSCN0260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295416405955124338" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SX0ZKja7HHI/AAAAAAAAAJM/sPDStbBlr4I/s320/DSCN0260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had these flowers delivered to Greg. I had just finished ordering them when the office brought me a beautiful bouquet a flowers.  The florist had to call me as I was about to walk into the Dr.'s office for my ultrasound because they couldn't find our house.  The street signs are still down from IKE.  Greg's flowers were waiting at the front door (which we never use) when we got home.  Earlier in the day he had thrown the Houston Chronicle to the front door and I asked him if he would get the paper so he could see his flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SX0ZKNe0DvI/AAAAAAAAAJE/g-clp_lIhIc/s1600-h/DSCN0259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295416400065859314" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SX0ZKNe0DvI/AAAAAAAAAJE/g-clp_lIhIc/s320/DSCN0259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my beautiful flowers.  I enjoyed looking at them all day Wednesday.  They helped get me through the day.  My kids were taking a practice writing TAKS test and it was a long day.  I kept repeating to myself all day..."I love my flowers, I will get to see the baby today, and I get to have a surprise dinner..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Greg and I celebrated our 3 year anniversary on Wednesday.  After school, I had an ultrasound and we got to see the baby.  Greg took me to Ichibon's in Kemah that night for dinner without Caleb, of course Caden had no choice but to come along.  I wanted a night out with just Greg since we rarely have dinner alone.  The food was awesome and I took home a lot of it.  It was nice, but I was ready to get home to Caleb.  My parents watched him which of course, Caleb loved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Greg, I love you very much.  Thank you for asking me to marry you.  I can't believe how much our lives have changed the past three years.  Thank you for giving me my precious Caleb and our future addition Caden.  I can't imagine my life without my three men.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228970777045903316-6195413284132869214?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/6195413284132869214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=6195413284132869214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/6195413284132869214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/6195413284132869214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-anniversary.html' title='Happy Anniversary!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SX0ZKja7HHI/AAAAAAAAAJM/sPDStbBlr4I/s72-c/DSCN0260.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-3715275613056540947</id><published>2009-01-25T17:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T17:59:02.092-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new floors'/><title type='text'>The New Look</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SX0YdGpv8cI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Tl5MgzhNXnY/s1600-h/DSCN0263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295415625138565570" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SX0YdGpv8cI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Tl5MgzhNXnY/s320/DSCN0263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SX0Ycxo6BnI/AAAAAAAAAI0/SxOrja0LbSo/s1600-h/DSCN0262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295415619497887346" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SX0Ycxo6BnI/AAAAAAAAAI0/SxOrja0LbSo/s320/DSCN0262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SX0Yc0c39TI/AAAAAAAAAIs/hsznW2K9uXg/s1600-h/DSCN0261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295415620252726578" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SX0Yc0c39TI/AAAAAAAAAIs/hsznW2K9uXg/s320/DSCN0261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The floors are finally finished and I love them! Greg bought a rug the other day to put on the floor and a new lamp. We have been enjoying them. We also were able to re-position the couch and TV and it looks so much better. The next big thing is to get a new couch.  We are using the couch I had after I graduated from college.  I bought a slip cover in hopes it would make it look better, but due to my current condition and non-stop growing body, my large bottom has ripped the thing each time I sit down.  &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/5228970777045903316-3715275613056540947?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/3715275613056540947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=3715275613056540947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/3715275613056540947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/3715275613056540947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-look.html' title='The New Look'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SX0YdGpv8cI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Tl5MgzhNXnY/s72-c/DSCN0263.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-5512566017885244345</id><published>2009-01-25T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T17:55:14.721-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppies'/><title type='text'>Puppies - 1 week old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SX0XgO9V-wI/AAAAAAAAAIk/sfHrKV18gs8/s1600-h/DSCN0256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295414579396213506" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SX0XgO9V-wI/AAAAAAAAAIk/sfHrKV18gs8/s320/DSCN0256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SX0Xf0xSL_I/AAAAAAAAAIc/STAwaVzqxVY/s1600-h/DSCN0253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295414572366311410" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SX0Xf0xSL_I/AAAAAAAAAIc/STAwaVzqxVY/s320/DSCN0253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The puppies are now a week old. We have 7 males that are available. This has actually been the best group of puppies we have had. They are very quiet compared to the last &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 litters.  They only make noises when Greta is selecting which baby she is going to clean and when she is standing up in the kennel and trying to re-position herself.  They will be available to go home March 1st.  I was looking at them tonight and man, I can tell that they are going to be some big dogs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228970777045903316-5512566017885244345?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/5512566017885244345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=5512566017885244345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/5512566017885244345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/5512566017885244345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2009/01/puppies-1-week-old.html' title='Puppies - 1 week old'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SX0XgO9V-wI/AAAAAAAAAIk/sfHrKV18gs8/s72-c/DSCN0256.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-7983695576455429326</id><published>2009-01-23T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T18:59:58.936-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caden'/><title type='text'>It's a boy!!!</title><content type='html'>We had an ultrasound on Wednesday, Jan. 21st.  This was a special day because it was our 3 year anniversary.  We are having another boy.  We had only picked out a girl name because we both had a feeling it was a girl.  We sure were wrong.  The tech said it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; a little boy.  We began thinking of names on our way to eat that night to celebrate our anniversary. We decided to name our new addition....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Caden&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Oswalt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Eneks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was slightly disappointed, but I know that God is giving me what I can handle.  I told Greg that the past few days I had been getting scared that if I had a girl, I would treat her differently than Caleb.  Caleb and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Caden&lt;/span&gt; will be close (hopefully Caleb doesn't lock &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Caden&lt;/span&gt; outside in his underwear).  I have always heard that boys protect their mama's.  I am really excited to meet our new little man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228970777045903316-7983695576455429326?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/7983695576455429326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=7983695576455429326' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/7983695576455429326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/7983695576455429326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-boy.html' title='It&apos;s a boy!!!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-2799531785041585535</id><published>2009-01-19T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T18:59:15.879-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new floors'/><title type='text'>Home Improvement Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SXSl-PiDkwI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Su-TW49mOoo/s1600-h/DSCN0210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293037950807020290" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SXSl-PiDkwI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Su-TW49mOoo/s320/DSCN0210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SXSl-X6UmsI/AAAAAAAAAIE/fg1uslwBrTU/s1600-h/DSCN0220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293037953056283330" style="WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SXSl-X6UmsI/AAAAAAAAAIE/fg1uslwBrTU/s320/DSCN0220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SXSl-2PdnXI/AAAAAAAAAIM/vCJOJ3BNGH0/s1600-h/DSCN0226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293037961198017906" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SXSl-2PdnXI/AAAAAAAAAIM/vCJOJ3BNGH0/s320/DSCN0226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SXSl_PmD0RI/AAAAAAAAAIU/DNtkRocNRyk/s1600-h/DSCN0239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293037968003682578" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SXSl_PmD0RI/AAAAAAAAAIU/DNtkRocNRyk/s320/DSCN0239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Greg and I have been in our house for almost three years. We had it built because we wanted to select our colors. Anyway, our carpet in the family rooms looks as if we have been living in this house for several years. With two weimaraners, one toddler, and one school aged child, the carpet looks horrible. We even paid for the stain resistant carpet. We have been talking for a while now about installing hardwood floors in our family room. We still wanted to keep carpet in the bedrooms and the rest of the house is tiled. We decided to use our Christmas money to purchase the flooring. Greg asked his dad to help him install it. They began installing Friday and are finishing up today. So far I love it. The dogs are getting adjusted to walking inside the house because they slide across the new floors. Here are some pictures of the work in progress. I will post more once the project is finished.&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/5228970777045903316-2799531785041585535?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/2799531785041585535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=2799531785041585535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/2799531785041585535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/2799531785041585535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2009/01/home-improvement-project.html' title='Home Improvement Project'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SXSl-PiDkwI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Su-TW49mOoo/s72-c/DSCN0210.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-1852794566581455853</id><published>2009-01-18T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T20:16:14.084-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jackson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caleb'/><title type='text'>New Cat, Same Name</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SXP-P6BemOI/AAAAAAAAAH0/aKhwLCFtLrM/s1600-h/DSCN0239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292853536317413602" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SXP-P6BemOI/AAAAAAAAAH0/aKhwLCFtLrM/s200/DSCN0239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SXP-Ph7OfrI/AAAAAAAAAHs/cZ8IYkpULmY/s1600-h/DSCN0227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292853529848741554" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SXP-Ph7OfrI/AAAAAAAAAHs/cZ8IYkpULmY/s200/DSCN0227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SXP-PPy34YI/AAAAAAAAAHk/xugaBiP041Q/s1600-h/DSCN0218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292853524981866882" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SXP-PPy34YI/AAAAAAAAAHk/xugaBiP041Q/s200/DSCN0218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SXP-O88aBLI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tXa0BFTlbMc/s1600-h/DSCN0216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292853519921579186" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SXP-O88aBLI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tXa0BFTlbMc/s200/DSCN0216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mentioned back at Christmas we got a cat. Well, he didn't make it so Greg brought one home from the chemical plant. They have several cats running around and he caught one. This one was real little. He is very young. We decided to call him Jackson like the other cat we briefly had. Caleb absolutely loves this cat. He has learned how to carry the cat although if often does not carry it by the correct end. Fritz and Greta also love the cat. Prior to Greta having her puppies, she treated the cat like a baby. She carried him in her mouth and licked him. He went to the bathroom on the floor and she licked it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228970777045903316-1852794566581455853?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/1852794566581455853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=1852794566581455853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/1852794566581455853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/1852794566581455853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-cat-same-name.html' title='New Cat, Same Name'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SXP-P6BemOI/AAAAAAAAAH0/aKhwLCFtLrM/s72-c/DSCN0239.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-269849263877869406</id><published>2009-01-18T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T19:54:31.584-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greta'/><title type='text'>Puppies</title><content type='html'>Greta finally finished having her puppies.  She ended up having 9 pups.  8 boys and 1 girl.  It took from about noon until around 7:00pm.  Earlier in the day Greg started to say, "Could you image being in labor...."  I immediately stopped him and said, "for 18 hours?  Yes."  He realized right after he began talking that women are often in labor a lot longer than our dog and that he shouldn't say anything else since I for one was in labor for a while.  She is being a very good mommy.  She lets us get close to the puppies, but if Fritz gets close, well then she gives him a nasty bark.  Who could blame her?  He was the one getting lots of doggie biscuits today while she had to be in pain without an epidural and then she was required to stay home with all of the kids while he could go out and play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f884fc94a6d9714d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df884fc94a6d9714d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331756397%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4190C5D8667823F0E437445E101E16C51F2D1D38.2EF095A12E55EC18C4509452ECE2A6CFA4954FB2%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df884fc94a6d9714d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DiCJaecTwFlbloA7Hh5OLs5VeQ9M&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df884fc94a6d9714d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331756397%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4190C5D8667823F0E437445E101E16C51F2D1D38.2EF095A12E55EC18C4509452ECE2A6CFA4954FB2%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df884fc94a6d9714d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DiCJaecTwFlbloA7Hh5OLs5VeQ9M&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228970777045903316-269849263877869406?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f884fc94a6d9714d&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/269849263877869406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=269849263877869406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/269849263877869406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/269849263877869406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2009/01/puppies.html' title='Puppies'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-8097463950134396901</id><published>2009-01-18T13:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T13:30:52.791-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greta'/><title type='text'>A Crazy Sunday</title><content type='html'>Today has been crazy.  Greg and his dad have been installing our wood floor in our family room since Friday, so our house is somewhat out of order.  I picked Alyssa up on Friday and she started feeling bad that night.  She has been running fever and coughing.  We stayed around the house all day yesterday.  We were suppose to celebrate mama's birthday after church today, but the kids did not sleep well last night and neither did I because Greta (the dog) roomed the house. She is very pregnant.  I ended up moving a large kennel in the house about 5:45am in case she began having puppies because the new kitty is currently living in the kennel in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this morning Greg was eating breakfast and had warmed up some bacon to go with his biscuits.  He told me he needed to talk with me in our room and then proceeded to tell me he had broken a tooth and was in a lot of pain.  I offered this past summer to make him a dental appointment, but he refused.  Hopefully he has learned his lesson.  Anyway, he went to the ER to get pain medication since it was a Sunday and the dentist would be closed.  Can I ever have a pregnancy in which he does not have to make a trip to the ER?  With Caleb, he delivered his own mini baby because he had a kidney stone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While he was gone, I heard Greta slam up against the backdoor.  She ran in and attempted to get into our room before I shut the door.  I finally got her in the kennel as it appeared her water was breaking if that actually happens with dogs.  She barked louder than I have ever heard her bark before.  It was miserable for both of us.  I turned off the lights and found a station on the TV that played Spa music to help relax her.  I sent Greg a text asking him if he remembered what I said about puppies and Sunday.  Greta had her 2 previous litters on a Sunday (the first litter being born 1 hour after I came home from the hospital after delivering Caleb) so I was expecting the puppies to arrive today.  As of right now, she has 5 puppies.  I will post pictures later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228970777045903316-8097463950134396901?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/8097463950134396901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=8097463950134396901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/8097463950134396901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/8097463950134396901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2009/01/crazy-sunday.html' title='A Crazy Sunday'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-7018327208154343011</id><published>2009-01-03T12:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T13:15:12.071-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jackson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fritz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greta'/><title type='text'>Pet Update</title><content type='html'>Well, I have some sad news about Jackson the cat.  He did not get better.  The bleeding in his mouth stopped for about 1 day, but it started up again.  Jackson laid around all day yesterday.  I told Greg on the phone yesterday, I did not think he was going to make it.  Greg called the vet and it was going to cost $150 to do blood work.  We decided it was not worth it to spend that much money on him.  I hate to say it, but I would spend the money on Fritz or Greta if they were sick.  Last night Jackson collapsed on the floor. At first Greg thought he was about to go to the potty, but we realized he could not walk.  After a few minutes, he regained a little bit of his ability to walk.  He has not been eating and Greg gave him some tuna fish when he got home which the cat ate a small amount.  We were sure that last night was our last night with the cat.  Of course, I cried.  He was still alive this morning, but I had to take care of him.  We did not want a sick cat in the home with a 15 month old and me being pregnant.  Of course I called Greg later on crying.  I can't believe how attached I got in just a week and a half, but I know we could not keep him.  He just looked at me as if to say, "Why are you leaving me?" Maybe one day we will get another cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happy note about pets, Greta is pregnant.  As far as I can calculate, the puppies should be here within the next 2-3 week.  So, if anyone wants to buy a weimaraner puppy who is registered, let us know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228970777045903316-7018327208154343011?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/7018327208154343011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=7018327208154343011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/7018327208154343011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/7018327208154343011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2009/01/pet-update.html' title='Pet Update'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-4907482083849308202</id><published>2009-01-02T16:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T16:26:10.534-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caleb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diaper'/><title type='text'>Needing a diaper change</title><content type='html'>While I was putting away a bag of green peas in the freezer, Caleb walked out of his room with a diaper.  I usually have them in his diaper stacker that is hanging on the wall, but it is empty and I haven't taken the time to put any in the stacker.  I have an opened package of diapers on the second shelf of his changing table.  Anyway, when I noticed Caleb had a diaper in his hand, I asked him if he needed a new diaper.  He nodded yes and moved his body up and down in a "I am trying to jump" motion.  I told him to go to his room and I would change his diaper after I put up the peas.  I walked into his room and he was standing by the changing table.  And yes, he needed a diaper change.  He had a dirty diaper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228970777045903316-4907482083849308202?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/4907482083849308202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=4907482083849308202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/4907482083849308202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/4907482083849308202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2009/01/needing-diaper-change.html' title='Needing a diaper change'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-6511781880513034585</id><published>2008-12-29T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T19:22:53.160-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greg'/><title type='text'>It's been 5 wonderful years!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SVmQ7dvy8bI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/06LTFyBmilU/s1600-h/2008+Caddo+Trip+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285414988967768498" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SVmQ7dvy8bI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/06LTFyBmilU/s200/2008+Caddo+Trip+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five years ago today, I met Greg. We were introduced by a lady who was in the same Sunday School class as Greg's mom. His mom continued to repeat that she wished her son would meet a good Christian girl. The lady I knew talked with me about it before she recommended me. Greg began to email me. We emailed for a few weeks before we had our first event filled date on December 29, 2004. I was working at a daycare and was soooo nervous the entire morning I could hardly stand it. I had never been like that before. He picked me up at my house early in the afternoon and gave me a rose. We went to Pasadena and watched "Lord of the Rings: Return of the King." I had never seen any of the other movies, so I was lost. We were suppose to have dinner at Gringo's after the movie. On our way to eat, Greg was speeding. How many tickets have you gotten since then Greg? Anyway, we was pulled over. I ended up having to rescue my date. We ended up eating at Tia Maria's in Baytown due to the late hour. Greg was embarrassed about the evening. He continued to call me and 5 years later here we are with 1 precious child together, 1 one the way, a beautiful home, 2 dogs, and 1 cat. I love you very much Greg. Thank you for 5 wonderful years together, except that time you broke up with me.... right before I had to take a really hard math final in college. Anyway, you got it together and realized how much I meant to you. Love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228970777045903316-6511781880513034585?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/6511781880513034585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=6511781880513034585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/6511781880513034585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/6511781880513034585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2008/12/five-years-ago-today-i-met-greg.html' title='It&apos;s been 5 wonderful years!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SVmQ7dvy8bI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/06LTFyBmilU/s72-c/2008+Caddo+Trip+047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-7682192346037357514</id><published>2008-12-29T19:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T19:06:08.608-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chick-fil-A'/><title type='text'>Chick-fil-A</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SVmPphzuOEI/AAAAAAAAAHI/hn3JXZbarP8/s1600-h/e1d537d9f26a8d26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285413581308704834" style="WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SVmPphzuOEI/AAAAAAAAAHI/hn3JXZbarP8/s200/e1d537d9f26a8d26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Chick-fil-A. Tonight Caleb and I shared a 12 piece nugget meal. I think I have started something with him. I began dipping things earlier this week in ketchup. Now he has to have his food dipped in some type of sauce. Tonight he loved the BBQ sauce. As for me, I tried to Chick-fil-A sauce and it was yummy!  We ate everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228970777045903316-7682192346037357514?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/7682192346037357514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=7682192346037357514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/7682192346037357514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/7682192346037357514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2008/12/chick-fil.html' title='Chick-fil-A'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SVmPphzuOEI/AAAAAAAAAHI/hn3JXZbarP8/s72-c/e1d537d9f26a8d26.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-6547458951559903385</id><published>2008-12-29T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T19:01:22.023-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jackson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>Poor Jackson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SVmM9ud3WBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/s9ryNiGyyfY/s1600-h/DSCN0113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285410629769189394" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SVmM9ud3WBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/s9ryNiGyyfY/s200/DSCN0113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, Jackson was scheduled to undergo "the change" tomorrow.  Since we adopted him from the animal shelter, they require us to get him fixed within 30 days.  I made an appointment for him to get fixed and declawed tomorrow.  Last night I noticed he had blood on his legs.  I realized it was coming from his nose.  Jackson has been sneezing a lot lately and we contributed it to the vaccine that Greg gave him because part of it had to be squirted up his nose.  Greg called the vet this afternoon to talk with them about the bleeding.  They stated this isn't normal and we may want to bring him in today because if he is sick, they will not perform surgery on him tomorrow.  Anyway, the bleeding was coming from his mouth.  He had a cut inside his mouth which was causing him to swallow the blood, therefore it was coming out through his nose.  Upon further examination, the vet noticed he had bruises on his inner thighs.  This was what concerned him.  He stated it could be a sign of rat poison.  Well, we don't have rats or mice therefore do not have the need to have the products.  We do not know his living conditions prior to 12/18 when he was brought into the shelter.  After 2 shots, 2 antibiotics sent home, and $144 later, we will have to wait to have his surgery.  We are hoping this is his only problem and the medicine will take care of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228970777045903316-6547458951559903385?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/6547458951559903385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=6547458951559903385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/6547458951559903385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/6547458951559903385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2008/12/poor-jackson.html' title='Poor Jackson'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SVmM9ud3WBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/s9ryNiGyyfY/s72-c/DSCN0113.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-2216803242646555355</id><published>2008-12-27T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T18:26:27.364-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cravings'/><title type='text'>Cravings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SVbiu2m1xqI/AAAAAAAAAGw/iv5jHmUuw7k/s1600-h/DRIC189.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284660507326138018" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SVbiu2m1xqI/AAAAAAAAAGw/iv5jHmUuw7k/s200/DRIC189.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SVbiuY9lAyI/AAAAAAAAAGo/VzvM2ZtUlaA/s1600-h/804314599_abbf03bf15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284660499368444706" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SVbiuY9lAyI/AAAAAAAAAGo/VzvM2ZtUlaA/s200/804314599_abbf03bf15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My cravings with this pregnancy have been totally different than when I was pregnant with Caleb. With Caleb, I couldn't stand any type of seafood for a while, but still loved steak. I also craved fruit with him. With this pregnancy, I have eaten seafood a lot. Steak is my absolute favorite, but I don't want it. I did eat a small piece on Christmas Day at my parents because it is our tradition to have steak on Christmas Day. It smelled awesome, but was just not what I wanted. I have been craving french fries lately. I ate them on Tuesday, Thursday, Friday, and Saturday. I also crave Cranberry Slushes from Sonic. They are awesome. Caleb and I were on our way home last night from Walmart and I had to turn around and go to Sonic to fulfill my craving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A0geu52Q4FZJwmkApc9XNyoA;_ylu=X3oDMTBza3JidDRrBHNlYwNzYwRjb2xvA2FjMgR2dGlkA00wMDJfODM-/SIG=1neh2sek1/EXP=1230516752/**http%3a//images.search.yahoo.com/images/view%3fback=http%253A%252F%252Fsearch.yahoo.com%252Fsearch%253Fei%253DUTF-8%2526p%253Dpictures%252Bof%252Bcurly%252Bfries%26w=500%26h=375%26imgurl=static.flickr.com%252F19%252F102764224_6a4ebca9f8.jpg%26size=115.9kB%26name=102764224_6a4ebca9f8.jpg%26rcurl=http%253A%252F%252Fwww.flickr.com%252Fphotos%252Fin2jazz%252F102764224%252F%26rurl=http%253A%252F%252Fwww.flickr.com%252Fphotos%252Fin2jazz%252F102764224%252F%26p=curly%2bfries%26type=jpeg%26no=2%26tt=2%252C075%26oid=5d74f46543e738f4%26fusr=in2jazz%26hurl=http%253A%252F%252Fwww.flickr.com%252Fphotos%252Fin2jazz%252F%26tit=Spicy%2bCurly%2bFries%2b%2540%2bBarney%2527s%26sigr=11fbnikst%26sigi=11dies35e%26sigb=121lfpbsr%26sigh=11542bmon" target="_self"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A0geu52Q4FZJwmkApc9XNyoA;_ylu=X3oDMTBza3JidDRrBHNlYwNzYwRjb2xvA2FjMgR2dGlkA00wMDJfODM-/SIG=1neh2sek1/EXP=1230516752/**http%3a//images.search.yahoo.com/images/view%3fback=http%253A%252F%252Fsearch.yahoo.com%252Fsearch%253Fei%253DUTF-8%2526p%253Dpictures%252Bof%252Bcurly%252Bfries%26w=500%26h=375%26imgurl=static.flickr.com%252F19%252F102764224_6a4ebca9f8.jpg%26size=115.9kB%26name=102764224_6a4ebca9f8.jpg%26rcurl=http%253A%252F%252Fwww.flickr.com%252Fphotos%252Fin2jazz%252F102764224%252F%26rurl=http%253A%252F%252Fwww.flickr.com%252Fphotos%252Fin2jazz%252F102764224%252F%26p=curly%2bfries%26type=jpeg%26no=2%26tt=2%252C075%26oid=5d74f46543e738f4%26fusr=in2jazz%26hurl=http%253A%252F%252Fwww.flickr.com%252Fphotos%252Fin2jazz%252F%26tit=Spicy%2bCurly%2bFries%2b%2540%2bBarney%2527s%26sigr=11fbnikst%26sigi=11dies35e%26sigb=121lfpbsr%26sigh=11542bmon" target="_self"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A0geu52Q4FZJwmkApc9XNyoA;_ylu=X3oDMTBza3JidDRrBHNlYwNzYwRjb2xvA2FjMgR2dGlkA00wMDJfODM-/SIG=1neh2sek1/EXP=1230516752/**http%3a//images.search.yahoo.com/images/view%3fback=http%253A%252F%252Fsearch.yahoo.com%252Fsearch%253Fei%253DUTF-8%2526p%253Dpictures%252Bof%252Bcurly%252Bfries%26w=500%26h=375%26imgurl=static.flickr.com%252F19%252F102764224_6a4ebca9f8.jpg%26size=115.9kB%26name=102764224_6a4ebca9f8.jpg%26rcurl=http%253A%252F%252Fwww.flickr.com%252Fphotos%252Fin2jazz%252F102764224%252F%26rurl=http%253A%252F%252Fwww.flickr.com%252Fphotos%252Fin2jazz%252F102764224%252F%26p=curly%2bfries%26type=jpeg%26no=2%26tt=2%252C075%26oid=5d74f46543e738f4%26fusr=in2jazz%26hurl=http%253A%252F%252Fwww.flickr.com%252Fphotos%252Fin2jazz%252F%26tit=Spicy%2bCurly%2bFries%2b%2540%2bBarney%2527s%26sigr=11fbnikst%26sigi=11dies35e%26sigb=121lfpbsr%26sigh=11542bmon" target="_self"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228970777045903316-2216803242646555355?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/2216803242646555355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=2216803242646555355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/2216803242646555355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/2216803242646555355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2008/12/cravings.html' title='Cravings'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SVbiu2m1xqI/AAAAAAAAAGw/iv5jHmUuw7k/s72-c/DRIC189.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-3236854600387890875</id><published>2008-12-27T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T18:09:22.825-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas Activities</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SVbd95p392I/AAAAAAAAAGg/An3PodVEWfo/s1600-h/DSCN0186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284655268284069730" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SVbd95p392I/AAAAAAAAAGg/An3PodVEWfo/s200/DSCN0186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Caleb opening up a puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SVbd9lc70XI/AAAAAAAAAGY/0ZdbaiNFO_k/s1600-h/DSCN0188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284655262861087090" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SVbd9lc70XI/AAAAAAAAAGY/0ZdbaiNFO_k/s200/DSCN0188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SVbd9SC79ZI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/XVQvy2jZwP8/s1600-h/DSCN0185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284655257651770770" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SVbd9SC79ZI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/XVQvy2jZwP8/s200/DSCN0185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Caleb loves his Radio Flyer Red Wagon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SVa7W_RCyiI/AAAAAAAAAGI/fC8cBIXHY4M/s1600-h/DSCN0120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284617216380291618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SVa7W_RCyiI/AAAAAAAAAGI/fC8cBIXHY4M/s200/DSCN0120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alyssa opening her stocking at my parent's house (Gaga and Granddaddy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SVa7WcWjWYI/AAAAAAAAAGA/kK1SMdQlzA8/s1600-h/DSCN0183.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SVa7WPZqzSI/AAAAAAAAAF4/aA8uJoESGPk/s1600-h/DSCN0172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284617203531566370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SVa7WPZqzSI/AAAAAAAAAF4/aA8uJoESGPk/s200/DSCN0172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caleb playing with something... not the toys he had just gotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SVa7VxOABzI/AAAAAAAAAFw/N3KvktE2e6Y/s1600-h/DSCN0159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284617195429562162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SVa7VxOABzI/AAAAAAAAAFw/N3KvktE2e6Y/s200/DSCN0159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caleb sitting in Gaga's lap. She always reads to him. I think he knew he was getting a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SVa7VS6hSCI/AAAAAAAAAFo/mOqkyUNEyWc/s1600-h/DSCN0123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284617187294791714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SVa7VS6hSCI/AAAAAAAAAFo/mOqkyUNEyWc/s200/DSCN0123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a very enjoyable Christmas.  It began on Friday, December 19th at my father in-law's house.  We celebrated the holidays with Greg's mom on Saturday, and spent the rest of the days at my parents house.  We had our time at home Christmas morning before heading to my parents for lunch.  The night ended with Greg, me, Alyssa, and Caleb eating dinner at IHOP because it was one of the only places opened in Baytown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228970777045903316-3236854600387890875?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/3236854600387890875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=3236854600387890875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/3236854600387890875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/3236854600387890875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-activities.html' title='Christmas Activities'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SVbd95p392I/AAAAAAAAAGg/An3PodVEWfo/s72-c/DSCN0186.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-5689685728566182380</id><published>2008-12-27T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T15:20:37.234-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jackson'/><title type='text'>The Family Christmas Present</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SVa1o2KBWXI/AAAAAAAAAFg/sqX6yIty3pk/s1600-h/DSCN0114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284610926102796658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SVa1o2KBWXI/AAAAAAAAAFg/sqX6yIty3pk/s200/DSCN0114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Greg and I have been talking for a while about getting a cat.  Don't really know why we need a cat since we have two huge &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Weimaraners&lt;/span&gt; and possibly about 7-8 puppies that may be with us for a while if Greta is pregnant.  Anyway, Greg has actually been wanting a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Toger&lt;/span&gt; which is a mini tiger......  I don't think so.  But, he decided a regular cat would be just fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to a pet store on Tuesday to see if they had any cats.  We had actually considered selling them a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;weimaraner&lt;/span&gt; puppy when we bred for the first time, but the puppy was way too big for their kennels.  Anyway, they had 3 cats which were actually stray!  Greg decided he did not want them to make $20 off a stray.  We drove over to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Petco&lt;/span&gt; just to see if they sold animals.  We talked with a worker who was on her way to work and she told us they work with the Humane Society and if we bring the paperwork, they would give us a coupon book.  The Humane Society had several cats and dogs to choose from.  We immediately knew Jackson was the cat for us.  He was very friendly and was not asleep in his litter box.  An employee had made a mistake and listed him as a female.  As Greg was about to fill out the paperwork, he decided to look the cat over and noticed the difference.  He asked the man behind the desk to double check.  It was confirmed that Jackson was a boy.  He has done extremely well in our home. He loves to cuddle and follows us around like a dog.  He has not met Fritz and Greta.  We will wait until the backyard dries up and they are allowed back in the  house.  Of course, they will have their fully charged shock collars on the highest setting when they meet the newest member of the family.  I hope it goes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228970777045903316-5689685728566182380?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/5689685728566182380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=5689685728566182380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/5689685728566182380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/5689685728566182380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2008/12/family-christmas-present.html' title='The Family Christmas Present'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SVa1o2KBWXI/AAAAAAAAAFg/sqX6yIty3pk/s72-c/DSCN0114.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-5618148260267827754</id><published>2008-12-20T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T13:45:33.797-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cookies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caleb'/><title type='text'>Cookie Thief</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SVlEOrpWsVI/AAAAAAAAAG4/1WKx8CyGc1k/s1600-h/caleb+christmas+2008+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285330656721023314" style="WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SVlEOrpWsVI/AAAAAAAAAG4/1WKx8CyGc1k/s200/caleb+christmas+2008+pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; Last night we had Christmas with Greg's dad and that side of the family. Billy and Carolyn had a card table set up with the dessert (several kinds of cookies). Well, Caleb saw what was on the table when someone was holding him. We would see him walking around the house with a cookie in his hand. We asked who got it for him, but no one had. This happened several times. We finally witnessed Caleb reaching up and grabbing cookies. He was too short to see what he was grabbing, but he knew what was there. It was actually funny watching this little hand reach up and grab a cookie. Of course, he ate too many and did not sleep well at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228970777045903316-5618148260267827754?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/5618148260267827754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=5618148260267827754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/5618148260267827754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/5618148260267827754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2008/12/cookie-thief.html' title='Cookie Thief'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SVlEOrpWsVI/AAAAAAAAAG4/1WKx8CyGc1k/s72-c/caleb+christmas+2008+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-3390298684228178998</id><published>2008-12-11T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:35:41.275-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>Time to go shopping</title><content type='html'>I can't believe Christmas is 2 weeks away.  I am nowhere finished with my shopping.  It is so hard having a 1 year old, working full time, and being pregnant.  I am worn out after one store.  Greg is going deer hunting this weekend, so mama and I are going shopping.  My plan is to get everything taken care of on Saturday so when next week is over, I can relax.  Two whole weeks of not having school!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228970777045903316-3390298684228178998?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/3390298684228178998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=3390298684228178998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/3390298684228178998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/3390298684228178998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2008/12/time-to-go-shopping.html' title='Time to go shopping'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-113692225662481619</id><published>2008-12-10T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:52:22.498-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caleb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><title type='text'>Let it snow, let it snow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SUCaZ2SFurI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/4LYdm-f1tp0/s1600-h/DSCN0087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278388532137015986" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SUCaZ2SFurI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/4LYdm-f1tp0/s200/DSCN0087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SUCaaLHmq7I/AAAAAAAAAFY/ThLy-nuy450/s1600-h/DSCN0090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278388537730182066" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SUCaaLHmq7I/AAAAAAAAAFY/ThLy-nuy450/s200/DSCN0090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SUCaZk1wQ0I/AAAAAAAAAFI/F5f0mm9hbgM/s1600-h/DSCN0085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278388527454765890" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SUCaZk1wQ0I/AAAAAAAAAFI/F5f0mm9hbgM/s200/DSCN0085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SUCaZIpnOGI/AAAAAAAAAFA/4KxuK6Ijh1c/s1600-h/DSCN0078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278388519887648866" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SUCaZIpnOGI/AAAAAAAAAFA/4KxuK6Ijh1c/s200/DSCN0078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SUCaYm6lt-I/AAAAAAAAAE4/CLk0JjYQuT8/s1600-h/DSCN0075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278388510832048098" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SUCaYm6lt-I/AAAAAAAAAE4/CLk0JjYQuT8/s200/DSCN0075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It actually snowed tonight!!!  Greg is working nights, so he was not here.  I knew it had been sleeting some earlier in the night.  I let the dogs outside around 8pm and saw snow!  I quickly got Caleb dressed so he could see snow for the first time.  Of course, he didn't know what it was.  It did not enjoy the snow because it was his bedtime.  Once 8pm hits, he gets tired.  I held him one time outside and he held his hand out to catch the snow.  I sent Greg a text and told him I had just finished taking pictures of Caleb in the snow and he wanted me to send him a picture.  Well, I was taking them with my camera.  We once again went outside (this time in the backyard) to take snow pictures.  I took a couple of pictures with my phone which did not please Caleb.  We went inside and I put his night-nights on and he was out.  I walked outside again  and kids were outside throwing snowballs.  I was really waddling in the snow and I still have 6 more months to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I called my parents to see if it was snowing at their house. Mama was still at church practicing for the Christmas program, but daddy was home.  When I asked him if it was snowing at his house, he said, "I don't know?  Is it?"  I had to tell him I did not live there, but it was snowing at my house.  He checked the front yard and it was covered in snow.  He discovered the same thing when he checked the backyard.  I guess he may have finally found out it was snowing once mama got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228970777045903316-113692225662481619?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/113692225662481619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=113692225662481619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/113692225662481619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/113692225662481619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2008/12/let-it-snow-let-it-snow.html' title='Let it snow, let it snow...'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SUCaZ2SFurI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/4LYdm-f1tp0/s72-c/DSCN0087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-1441199735649669363</id><published>2008-12-05T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T18:55:55.991-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>The sound of a beating heart</title><content type='html'>I had my second doctor appointment yesterday.  After waiting a long time, I finally saw the doctor.  I wasn't able to see my Dr. because she was delivering a baby.  I was able to hear the heart beat.  It is such a precious sound to hear it.  You know something is inside of you, but until you see the baby and hear the heart beat we sometimes don't realize the miracle growing inside of us.  Hopefully next month we will find out if it is a boy or a girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228970777045903316-1441199735649669363?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/1441199735649669363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=1441199735649669363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/1441199735649669363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/1441199735649669363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2008/12/sound-of-beating-heart.html' title='The sound of a beating heart'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-2138377310116425642</id><published>2008-11-29T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T18:32:29.933-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caleb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walking'/><title type='text'>We finally have a walker!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Caleb is finally walking!  He has been walking for a couple of weeks now.  It started with a step every once and a while and he has finally succeeded in walking.  It almost seems as if he is wanting to run.  He looks way to little to be walking.  My wonderful mother-in-law offered to but his first walking shoes as she has done with her other grandchildren.  Greg and I went to Stride Rite on Wednesday and bought him a pair of super cute brown shoes.  He loves his shoes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228970777045903316-2138377310116425642?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/2138377310116425642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=2138377310116425642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/2138377310116425642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/2138377310116425642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2008/11/we-finally-have-walker.html' title='We finally have a walker!!!!!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-8705850822935108881</id><published>2008-11-29T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T18:26:44.102-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>News....</title><content type='html'>So, I haven't blogged in a long time.  I have been extremely tired once I get home from work.  I don't know why I would be tired..... teaching 60 9 and 10 year old kids, chasing a 1 year old around the house, and trying to think of something to cook for dinner.  Not to mention..... I'M PREGNANT!!!!  We are 13 weeks pregnant although I know my ticker says 12 weeks.  When I went to my first Dr. appointment, the ultrasound showed I was 1 week further than I thought.  The due date is 6/12/09. My Dr. is keeping it at the 12 week due date.  So far everything looks fine.  The baby actually looked like a baby.  I tried to scan the picture, but at this time, the scanner is not working.  I go back on Thursday for my next appointment.  She will keep a close eye on me towards the end and there is the possibility I may be on bed rest at the end to keep me from going into labor early as I did with Caleb.  I think we have a trend at our house.... Caleb was born during a tropical storm, celebrated his first birthday during Hurricane IKE which resulted in Baby #2 who will be born during hurricane season.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228970777045903316-8705850822935108881?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/8705850822935108881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=8705850822935108881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/8705850822935108881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/8705850822935108881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2008/11/news.html' title='News....'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-4227442429370755291</id><published>2008-10-16T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T14:24:55.193-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caleb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monkey'/><title type='text'>Caleb truely is a monkey</title><content type='html'>My wonderful in-laws watched Caleb for us today.  My babysitter was unable to do it yeah for us Billy and Carolyn came home from their camping trip last night.  Well, Caleb was taking a nap and woke up.  Carolyn heard him playing and decided to leave him there for a couple more minutes.  Of course, I have done this many, many times.  Billy decided to go check on him.  Boy did he find a surprise.  Caleb was playing with his poop.  It was all over him.  I asked Caleb in the car if he played with his poop and he told me "no no".  Once I got home, I asked Greg "Don't monkeys also play with their poop?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228970777045903316-4227442429370755291?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/4227442429370755291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=4227442429370755291' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/4227442429370755291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/4227442429370755291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2008/10/caleb-truely-is-monkey.html' title='Caleb truely is a monkey'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-5692012993295085076</id><published>2008-10-06T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T18:47:12.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Stairs</title><content type='html'>Caleb and I were at my mom's house tonight since Greg was on nights.  Granny was in town, so it was a great time for her to see Caleb.  Mama and daddy just had new hardwood floors installed and Caleb had a great time crawling around the house.  I was going upstairs to show my mom a funny youtube video I had seen the night before about a little boy biting his brother's finger.  I decided to see what Caleb would do on the stairs.  He first looked around to see if he was going to get a "no, no".  I stayed right behind him to make sure he didn't fall.  He climbed the entire first set of stairs and almost the second set.  It is time for them to get a gate!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228970777045903316-5692012993295085076?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/5692012993295085076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=5692012993295085076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/5692012993295085076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/5692012993295085076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2008/10/stairs.html' title='The Stairs'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-8539709949371733116</id><published>2008-09-25T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T09:48:26.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No, No!!!</title><content type='html'>No is a word that Greg and I have to frequently say to Caleb.  He understands the word, but often chooses not to obey it.  Caleb has begun throwing his food on the floor when he doesn't want it.  We are trying to teach him to leave it alone which is difficult for a 1 year old to understand.  Last night Caleb was eating and of course, began to throw food on the floor.  Greg told Caleb "no" and he stuck out his bottom lip as far as it would go.  I have to admit it is awfully cute when that bottom lip sticks out.  Anyway, as Greg was telling him no, he grabbed another piece of food and was very sneaky when he throw it on the floor.  We were not sure at first if he actually threw it, but we found it under his highchair.  Of course I had to turn my head and laugh especially when he gave us that "What did I do?" look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do believe he is going to be like his daddy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228970777045903316-8539709949371733116?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/8539709949371733116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=8539709949371733116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/8539709949371733116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/8539709949371733116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-no.html' title='No, No!!!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-2345940704976187081</id><published>2008-09-18T14:11:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T21:08:44.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caleb's First Haircut</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SNMlcFUIWeI/AAAAAAAAADo/X6YmsGvke2w/s1600-h/september+2008+113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247579155209935330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SNMlcFUIWeI/AAAAAAAAADo/X6YmsGvke2w/s200/september+2008+113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SNMlcVnaZ-I/AAAAAAAAADw/9eV3zlvxwzA/s1600-h/september+2008+117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247579159585777634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SNMlcVnaZ-I/AAAAAAAAADw/9eV3zlvxwzA/s200/september+2008+117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caleb had his first haircut today. I had been wanting to let it grow out, but decided to get it cut. I actually had the courage today to get it cut. We were lucky because Sports Clips was open. Greg also needed a haircut, so Caleb went first and then Greg went. He began crying and they gave him a lollipop which calmed him down briefly. He looks soooo cute now. He looks like a little man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SNMldFz6SlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/KWAY9VZ-bQI/s1600-h/september+2008+131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247579172523100754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SNMldFz6SlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/KWAY9VZ-bQI/s200/september+2008+131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SNMlczxBQwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/nXYiSBQ2MMc/s1600-h/september+2008+130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247579167679136514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SNMlczxBQwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/nXYiSBQ2MMc/s200/september+2008+130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SNMlczxBQwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/nXYiSBQ2MMc/s1600-h/september+2008+130.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SNMlczxBQwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/nXYiSBQ2MMc/s1600-h/september+2008+130.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/5228970777045903316-2345940704976187081?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/2345940704976187081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=2345940704976187081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/2345940704976187081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/2345940704976187081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2008/09/calebs-first-haircut.html' title='Caleb&apos;s First Haircut'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SNMlcFUIWeI/AAAAAAAAADo/X6YmsGvke2w/s72-c/september+2008+113.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-5028931520419676150</id><published>2008-09-18T14:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T15:34:37.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Caleb!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SNLW6t_ETWI/AAAAAAAAADg/3gpKwYG4lVU/s1600-h/september+2008+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247492820104924514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SNLW6t_ETWI/AAAAAAAAADg/3gpKwYG4lVU/s200/september+2008+073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;HAPPY 1ST BIRTHDAY MY SWEET BABY BOY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SNLWQtw9kOI/AAAAAAAAADI/GaLLcsv4LIg/s1600-h/september+2008+102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247492098491257058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SNLWQtw9kOI/AAAAAAAAADI/GaLLcsv4LIg/s200/september+2008+102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Caleb turned 1 year old on Saturday, September 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. He was born during a tropical storm and celebrated his 1st birthday during a hurricane. I made cupcakes the night before the storm hit because I knew my previous plans of going out to eat on his birthday would not be happening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SNLWQQkEsDI/AAAAAAAAADA/Y-TQHtbk4-0/s1600-h/september+2008+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247492090652569650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SNLWQQkEsDI/AAAAAAAAADA/Y-TQHtbk4-0/s200/september+2008+083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We grilled chicken with our neighbors. I bought a present for Caleb to open. He loves his train. Caleb really enjoyed his cupcake. He even licked the plate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SNLWQ4NJD1I/AAAAAAAAADQ/dDw7oVBcTa4/s1600-h/september+2008+104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247492101293805394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SNLWQ4NJD1I/AAAAAAAAADQ/dDw7oVBcTa4/s200/september+2008+104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SNLWRORegbI/AAAAAAAAADY/zzKsjNInRho/s1600-h/september+2008+108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247492107217568178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SNLWRORegbI/AAAAAAAAADY/zzKsjNInRho/s200/september+2008+108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caleb, mama and daddy love you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; much. You have been a great blessing to us. Thank you for being a precious son. Happy 1st birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5228970777045903316-5028931520419676150?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/5028931520419676150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=5028931520419676150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/5028931520419676150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/5028931520419676150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-caleb.html' title='Happy Birthday Caleb!!!!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SNLW6t_ETWI/AAAAAAAAADg/3gpKwYG4lVU/s72-c/september+2008+073.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-1902341458037914567</id><published>2008-09-18T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T15:19:09.523-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hurricane Ike'/><title type='text'>Hurricane Ike</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SNLG5C0YgsI/AAAAAAAAACo/AIrhlK85wA8/s1600-h/september+2008+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247475199151473346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SNLG5C0YgsI/AAAAAAAAACo/AIrhlK85wA8/s200/september+2008+061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;survived&lt;/span&gt; Hurricane Ike. Greg had training at work on Thursday and only stayed for 1 hour and was dismissed to go home to prepare for Ike. I went to work on Thursday knowing school was cancelled on Friday only to find out that we would be having early dismissal. (Yes, it was a movie day.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SNLG4WfNOSI/AAAAAAAAACY/gAE8xTiw4hk/s1600-h/september+2008+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247475187251493154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SNLG4WfNOSI/AAAAAAAAACY/gAE8xTiw4hk/s200/september+2008+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I arrived at home, our lovely neighbors had helped Greg put the boards on our windows. I decided to brave &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; and get a few things. Caleb's birthday was Saturday and I did not want him to be without a present. After all, he did have to celebrate his birthday during a hurricane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SNLS3tZqG0I/AAAAAAAAAC4/qrRSefswjYM/s1600-h/september+2008+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247488370361899842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SNLS3tZqG0I/AAAAAAAAAC4/qrRSefswjYM/s200/september+2008+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;On Friday, we would go outside and check on the weather. The neighbors also came outside and we would chat a little bit and then go inside. Greg went outside and saw some kids having fun. He decided to join in the fun with a skateboard and an umbrella.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SNLG4hSsDTI/AAAAAAAAACg/o8wag_myXKw/s1600-h/september+2008+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247475190151777586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SNLG4hSsDTI/AAAAAAAAACg/o8wag_myXKw/s200/september+2008+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did not have any major damage. We lost a small section of our fence and the other side is leaning, but it is still standing. The palm trees were able to handle the wind. We lost power right after midnight on Friday. We also didn't have water, but thankfully it was restored Saturday night. Greg and I stood in line for several hours on Sunday in hopes of finding a generator only to find out they went to other Home Depot stores because they were open. Greg got up at 4am on Monday morning and was able to secure a generator from Lowe's. I always liked Lowe's better than Home Depot. We have made the best out of the situation. We have had cool air and great meals. We have gotten together with 2 other families and cooked out every night. We really have enjoyed ourselves. Power was restored on Tuesday and we were very excited. Internet!!!! We watched TV while the generator was on, but did not turn on the computer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228970777045903316-1902341458037914567?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/1902341458037914567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=1902341458037914567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/1902341458037914567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/1902341458037914567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2008/09/hurricane-ike.html' title='Hurricane Ike'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SNLG5C0YgsI/AAAAAAAAACo/AIrhlK85wA8/s72-c/september+2008+061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228970777045903316.post-1282498154852352022</id><published>2008-09-12T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T13:16:00.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock-A-Bye-Caleb</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SMrNx_GufII/AAAAAAAAACQ/IznXCBVTMJs/s1600-h/september+2008+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245230974663294082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SMrNx_GufII/AAAAAAAAACQ/IznXCBVTMJs/s200/september+2008+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caleb actually let me rock him to sleep yesterday. He decided this summer he was a big boy and did not need mama rocking him. I usually just lay him in his crib and he will fall asleep.  I have missed being able to rock him.  I enjoyed every rock yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228970777045903316-1282498154852352022?l=theeneks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/feeds/1282498154852352022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228970777045903316&amp;postID=1282498154852352022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/1282498154852352022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228970777045903316/posts/default/1282498154852352022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeneks.blogspot.com/2008/09/rock-bye-caleb.html' title='Rock-A-Bye-Caleb'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09069062436462825041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0A2q3po3piA/SMrNx_GufII/AAAAAAAAACQ/IznXCBVTMJs/s72-c/september+2008+032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
