<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33281653</id><updated>2009-12-06T22:43:40.710-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Journey</title><subtitle type='html'>Come for the Shoes, Stay for the 'Tars.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khebert.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33281653/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khebert.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33281653/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311014761113076785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>777</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33281653.post-2982451575073201845</id><published>2009-12-04T14:24:00.017-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T14:47:14.501-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life with the tars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><title type='text'>SNOW DAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/Sxl0vSpKR8I/AAAAAAAAFUc/VpACAgA0eYQ/s1600-h/12+03+09_8111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/SxlwiFd_R6I/AAAAAAAAFS0/EowgahodUXw/s400/12+04+09_8097.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411480158148183970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33281653-2982451575073201845?l=khebert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khebert.blogspot.com/feeds/2982451575073201845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33281653&amp;postID=2982451575073201845' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33281653/posts/default/2982451575073201845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33281653/posts/default/2982451575073201845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khebert.blogspot.com/2009/12/snow-day.html' title='SNOW DAY!'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311014761113076785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16356612315883950915'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/Sxl0vSpKR8I/AAAAAAAAFUc/VpACAgA0eYQ/s72-c/12+03+09_8111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33281653.post-1029416964035929956</id><published>2009-12-02T08:00:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T13:08:16.970-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KayTar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BubTar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Shorts.</title><content type='html'>BubTar brought home a girl's phone number on Monday. She is a girl from his reading group (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;the highest reading group in 2nd grade at his school&lt;/span&gt;). He said that when she was picked up from school that day, she flashed him the "Call me!" hand signal. I find this both hilarious and a little frightening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little experiment: Fold your hands together, interlocking your fingers. Now look at which thumb is on top. Which is it? If your left thumb is on top, you are expressing the dominant phenotype! If your right thumb is on top, you are expressing the recessive phenotype.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like such an odd thing to be genetically determined!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wrapped Christmas gifts are killing KayTar this year. She's losing her sweet little mind with curiosity. She has been pleading with me for days, "Can I just open ONE? Can you give me a clue? What letter does it start with? Just tell me ONE letter! Can I just open it a LITTLE and take a peek? Let me open it! OBEY ME!!!!!" It is so hilarious, I'm going to have to try and catch it on video. This is going to be such a fun Christmas for her, she is definitely into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday night BubTar approached me and said, "I'm gonna be watching you and dad on Christmas Eve...just so you know." I asked him why and he said, "Well, I think two things...either Santa is real or PARENTS are really the ones who put out the toys, because who stays awake after kids go to sleep? PARENTS." I told him, "We have to sleep, too, you know." He said, "Maybe you put out the presents AFTER we go to sleep and BEFORE you go to sleep. Or maybe Santa does it. I'M WATCHING YOU."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was my last Chemistry lecture of the semester, tonight is my last Biology lecture of the semester...now I just have exams this week and finals next week. My Chem final happens to fall on the day of KayTar's day surgery next week (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;swapping of the g-button&lt;/span&gt;). What luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33281653-1029416964035929956?l=khebert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khebert.blogspot.com/feeds/1029416964035929956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33281653&amp;postID=1029416964035929956' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33281653/posts/default/1029416964035929956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33281653/posts/default/1029416964035929956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khebert.blogspot.com/2009/12/shorts.html' title='Shorts.'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311014761113076785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16356612315883950915'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33281653.post-3604649060961128640</id><published>2009-11-30T08:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T08:51:03.791-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thankful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Since everyone else is doing it...</title><content type='html'>30 things I am thankful for, both big and little:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Having Christmas $ set aside and ready to go this year. Last year Josh didn't get a bonus and we didn't know that until Christmas was nearly upon us. A sweet angel friend helped us out last year, which I will ALWAYS be thankful for...but this year we have been setting aside our excess financial aid awards for college and have a nice little amount ready to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My Biology grade, which is roughly a 103. I have made 100's on both lecture exams and 105's on both of my lab exams. '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The balance we seem to have struck in this crazy life of ours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. KayTar potty training herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. BubTar getting so many badges at his scouts award ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Being able to be at his award ceremony, even though it meant sneaking out of Bio lab early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. New "winter" coats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I waited to write the rough draft for my Comp II research paper until the last day and I churned that thing OUT. It was extremely satisfying to put it off for so long and then rock its face off. My professor gave me really great remarks on it, too. I'm thankful that I can procrastinate to the LAST SECOND and still put out good work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The super fun girls weekend KayTar and I had a couple of weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The way KayTar does the robot to Safety Dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. The fact that my security badge at the hospital now WORKS for everything I need. No more asking, "Can you badge me in?" 500 times a shift. It is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. The kids' school. I'm really enjoying it a lot. I'm pretty involved and I've made some friends there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. My H1N1 and seasonal flu vaccines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. BubTar, my little bookworm. That kid can a finish a book in no time flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. The fun weekend the kids and I had while Josh was hunting this weekend. We saw Santa, spent time with my parents and niece and nephew, and even helped decorate my mom and dad's tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. KayTar's year. It has been a big one for her. She is a totally different (yet equally awesome) kid than she was a year ago. This has been a year of major growth for the littlest 'Tar, both physically and developmentally. I never thought she would accomplish much of what she has this past year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Insurance for the kids. We were able to renew their coverage without a major crisis this time, though Josh had to ask his boss NOT to give him a raise this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. The way BubTar set a goal for his popcorn sales and reached it. He's already upped the ante for next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. My husband. Though we are very different, we really enjoy each other and have a ton of fun together, even when we are doing nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Television. I'm a television addict and it is my favorite way to relax. I'm actually thinking of writing a post about this one soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. The opportunity to follow my (very expensive and time-consuming) dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. The end of my semester being VERY near! The month of break will be heavenly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. That our Christmas tree is up and decorated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. That I am done shopping for the kids! It isn't even December yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. My van. I'm so glad we found it for such a reasonable price. I spend a ton of time in there and it is perfect for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Extended family. My parents spend a lot of time with the kids and are wonderful and involved grandparents. Josh's parents have always been a great support to us, too. I'm thankful that I happen to be best friends with my sister-in-laws, we've been friends for a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Black Friday. I know some people don't go for it, but I LOVE it. It is the one thing that my parents and I do together, just us, every year. It is fun to wake up super early (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;they picked me up at 3:30am this year&lt;/span&gt;) and go shopping together. This year I didn't HAVE to go for anything major, I mostly purchased board games for significantly reduced prices, but I just really enjoy it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Hand-me-downs. KayTar and BubTar have pretty great wardrobes and most of it has been provided by friends and family with kids a bit older than mine. I really only buy a few filler pieces through the year. We either pass the clothes on to someone else we know who can use them or we donate them to local shelters and such, once they outgrow them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Hot colored index cards, my preferred study aid. This year I'm using pink and orange for Biology and yellow and green for Chemistry. The cards are arranged so they alternate in color (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;pink/orange/pink or green/yellow/green&lt;/span&gt;), then they receive a single hole punch and are put on a ring. Josh thinks I'm nuts, but I love my index cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Our faith and the way the kids are learning about it. KayTar, her school librarian, and I had a crazy deep conversation about Jesus the other day. You don't realize how much they are absorbing and then it just comes out of nowhere. I'm especially thankful for our faith and our Savior around the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/SxPbMAYxw5I/AAAAAAAAFSk/ZCtKbNOJzko/s1600/11+26+09_8080+edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/SxPbMAYxw5I/AAAAAAAAFSk/ZCtKbNOJzko/s400/11+26+09_8080+edit1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409908576710935442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;As a bonus, I am thankful for these bright and happy faces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33281653-3604649060961128640?l=khebert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khebert.blogspot.com/feeds/3604649060961128640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33281653&amp;postID=3604649060961128640' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33281653/posts/default/3604649060961128640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33281653/posts/default/3604649060961128640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khebert.blogspot.com/2009/11/since-everyone-else-is-doing-it.html' title='Since everyone else is doing it...'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311014761113076785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16356612315883950915'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/SxPbMAYxw5I/AAAAAAAAFSk/ZCtKbNOJzko/s72-c/11+26+09_8080+edit1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33281653.post-8187862434193583328</id><published>2009-11-27T13:57:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T21:10:16.866-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KayTar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life with the tars'/><title type='text'>KayTar said grace yesterday...</title><content type='html'>And this was what she prayed before our meal with my parents...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You for this food, but I do NOT &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;appreciate&lt;/span&gt; the cheese so I will not eat it. I will eat turkey and mashed potatoes, but I will &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; eat the cheese. AMEN!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a huge kick out of it at the table. Gotta give her credit for telling it like it is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33281653-8187862434193583328?l=khebert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khebert.blogspot.com/feeds/8187862434193583328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33281653&amp;postID=8187862434193583328' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33281653/posts/default/8187862434193583328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33281653/posts/default/8187862434193583328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khebert.blogspot.com/2009/11/kaytar-said-grace-yesterday.html' title='KayTar said grace yesterday...'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311014761113076785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16356612315883950915'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33281653.post-7869648049752233519</id><published>2009-11-25T09:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T10:00:09.541-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KayTar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WW'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BubTar'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday: Last night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/Sw1UczShWII/AAAAAAAAFSc/DHUjJfDxEag/s1600/11+24+09_8045+edit2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/Sw1UczShWII/AAAAAAAAFSc/DHUjJfDxEag/s400/11+24+09_8045+edit2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408071581322795138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33281653-7869648049752233519?l=khebert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khebert.blogspot.com/feeds/7869648049752233519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33281653&amp;postID=7869648049752233519' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33281653/posts/default/7869648049752233519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33281653/posts/default/7869648049752233519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khebert.blogspot.com/2009/11/wordless-wednesday-last-night.html' title='Wordless Wednesday: Last night'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311014761113076785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16356612315883950915'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/Sw1UczShWII/AAAAAAAAFSc/DHUjJfDxEag/s72-c/11+24+09_8045+edit2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33281653.post-4073296868501708562</id><published>2009-11-20T13:42:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T14:43:48.038-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KayTar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BubTar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life with the tars'/><title type='text'>Miscellany</title><content type='html'>1. KayTar is potty trained! She took to it easily and we are beyond thrilled. NO MORE DIAPERS! It took her less than a week once SHE decided to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. BubTar and KayTar are learning to cook. It started on BubTar's scout trip...he made bacon and french toast for the whole camping group! This week, Josh has taught them to make tuna casserole and macaroni and cheese with sausage. Tonight we are doing french bread pizza. They are so excited about it and the best part is, next semester when Josh is taking an evening class and I've got the kids, THEY can do the cooking. Heh. They are better than me in the kitchen already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. BubTar got a bunch of badges at his Cub Scouts award ceremony. He got one for fishing, camping, his Bobcat badge, and his golden arrow (for accomplishing 10 goals). He is doing such a great job! He set a goal of selling $1100 worth of scouts popcorn and he did it! He got a microscope and telescope set for his hard work and will also be getting a gift card. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. BubTar is reading at an average of a 5.3 Accelerated Reader level, which is FIFTH grade. Quite impressive for my little 2nd grader. He's reading these books in a single day mostly and always gets a 100 on his AR tests. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. KayTar and I had a girls' weekend when the boys went on their camping weekend. We went out to dinner on Friday (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;IHOP, she had the grilled tilapia and devoured it..she also stole my bacon&lt;/span&gt;). We rented Monsters VS Aliens that night. Saturday we went to the mall, which is was insanely excited about. It was fun traipsing around the mall with her. We looked at kids' clothes and made a turkey (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;who she named Candace&lt;/span&gt;) at Build-A-Bear. We planned on having lunch out, but she was too exhausted from all of the walking. I sometimes forget about how easily she fatigues, but by the time we were leaving the mall, she said that she was feeling hot and shaky and NEEDED A PEDIASURE. I gave her a can in the car and she guzzled a bit and went right to sleep. She was pooped! We came home for her to get her nap out and then we went to the toy store for some browsing, then out to dinner with my sister-in-law at Applebees. It was such a fun weekend! She's at the age where she is great company, funny and smart and well-behaved. Who could ask for more? Both my kids are at really wonderful ages and we are enjoying them so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I'm sick with some little upper respiratory infection. Josh is on vacation today and it sure has been nice to get a chance to totally laze around on my sick day for a change. I took the kids to school this morning and picked KayTar up (after taking a nap for a couple of hours) and that is the most I've done all day. I don't have class tonight and I couldn't be happier about that! I'm curling up with my book, blanket, and DVR remote and taking it easy. Ahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/Swb-yrJmJAI/AAAAAAAAFSM/H_kaTGYWMYY/s1600/11+01+09_7928+edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/Swb-yrJmJAI/AAAAAAAAFSM/H_kaTGYWMYY/s400/11+01+09_7928+edit1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406288549234746370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/Swb9pFHBeNI/AAAAAAAAFR8/XKlY7qe_biw/s1600/11+02+09_7925+edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/Swb9pFHBeNI/AAAAAAAAFR8/XKlY7qe_biw/s400/11+02+09_7925+edit1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406287284892956882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33281653-4073296868501708562?l=khebert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khebert.blogspot.com/feeds/4073296868501708562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33281653&amp;postID=4073296868501708562' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33281653/posts/default/4073296868501708562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33281653/posts/default/4073296868501708562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khebert.blogspot.com/2009/11/miscellany.html' title='Miscellany'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311014761113076785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16356612315883950915'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/Swb-yrJmJAI/AAAAAAAAFSM/H_kaTGYWMYY/s72-c/11+01+09_7928+edit1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33281653.post-211433936965585195</id><published>2009-11-18T12:28:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T12:33:44.993-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WW'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday: Proof</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/SwQ9bvj2F7I/AAAAAAAAFR0/kQIJqgHo9nw/s1600/11+18+09_8043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/SwQ9bvj2F7I/AAAAAAAAFR0/kQIJqgHo9nw/s400/11+18+09_8043.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405512999584012210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A tattered flag, cross-stitched by Josh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33281653-211433936965585195?l=khebert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khebert.blogspot.com/feeds/211433936965585195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33281653&amp;postID=211433936965585195' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33281653/posts/default/211433936965585195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33281653/posts/default/211433936965585195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khebert.blogspot.com/2009/11/wordless-wednesday-proof.html' title='Wordless Wednesday: Proof'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311014761113076785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16356612315883950915'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/SwQ9bvj2F7I/AAAAAAAAFR0/kQIJqgHo9nw/s72-c/11+18+09_8043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33281653.post-2248352682255063880</id><published>2009-11-11T23:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T23:52:53.319-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>27 things about Josh!</title><content type='html'>1. He is a criminal justice major.&lt;br /&gt;2. He is going to be a game warden.&lt;br /&gt;3. He enjoys hunting and fishing and all kinds of outdoorsy things.&lt;br /&gt;4. He is my opposite in many such ways. &lt;br /&gt;5. He always gets a day off on his birthday (Veteran's Day).&lt;br /&gt;6. He painted KayTar's fingernails and toenails for her today.&lt;br /&gt;7. He enjoys video games.&lt;br /&gt;8. He likes Sci-Fi shows.&lt;br /&gt;9. He's a horror flick fan.&lt;br /&gt;10. He makes some yummy jerky.&lt;br /&gt;11. He does all the dishes, plus most of the cooking and kitchen cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;12. He is a bit of a homebody.&lt;br /&gt;13. He is very funny.&lt;br /&gt;14. He is probably the ONLY person I'm really, truly myself with.&lt;br /&gt;15. He dislikes sports. All of them.&lt;br /&gt;16. He is the scout leader for BubTar's pack.&lt;br /&gt;17. He has migraines.&lt;br /&gt;18. He loves peanut butter candy.&lt;br /&gt;19. He gets Milk Duds at the movies.&lt;br /&gt;20. He makes a mean baked potato.&lt;br /&gt;21. He has a red beard, but brown hair.&lt;br /&gt;22. He likes to wear his t-shirts until they practically dissolve into nothingness.&lt;br /&gt;23. He likes girly drinks.&lt;br /&gt;24. He can cross-stitch.&lt;br /&gt;25. He is very supportive.&lt;br /&gt;26. He is a super amazing dad.&lt;br /&gt;27. He is the love of my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 27th birthday, Joshie. We love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/SvuiHMVht-I/AAAAAAAAFRo/I5ZfCyDdtmk/s1600-h/IMG_1162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/SvuiHMVht-I/AAAAAAAAFRo/I5ZfCyDdtmk/s400/IMG_1162.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403090422415341538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33281653-2248352682255063880?l=khebert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khebert.blogspot.com/feeds/2248352682255063880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33281653&amp;postID=2248352682255063880' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33281653/posts/default/2248352682255063880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33281653/posts/default/2248352682255063880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khebert.blogspot.com/2009/11/27-things-about-josh.html' title='27 things about Josh!'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311014761113076785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16356612315883950915'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/SvuiHMVht-I/AAAAAAAAFRo/I5ZfCyDdtmk/s72-c/IMG_1162.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33281653.post-1650508920065096679</id><published>2009-11-11T11:27:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T12:42:49.590-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='potty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KayTar'/><title type='text'>The Potty Report: Day 3</title><content type='html'>This might be the most stereotypically &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;mommy&lt;/span&gt;blog-esque post I have ever written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ups:&lt;br /&gt;* 2 out of 3 days, no accidents at school&lt;br /&gt;* 3 accident-free nights&lt;br /&gt;* All but one pee made it into the toilet&lt;br /&gt;* Several twosies made it into the potty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Downs:&lt;br /&gt;* One pants wetting accident yesterday on the playground&lt;br /&gt;* Several partial twosies have ended up in the undies &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is still very enthusiastic about it and is making a great effort. I think the Miralax is to blame for the partial twosie accidents. The current consistency is more like what you might expect from a newborn which makes it somewhat difficult to control, as you can probably imagine. We're playing around with her dosage to try and get something a little less &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;unpredictable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, but that doesn't totally shut down production (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in the poop factory, as she affectionately refers to her colon&lt;/span&gt;) altogether. That is a whole different problem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd say, so far, so good. She's happy with her pretty little princess under-roos  and I'll be happy when my years of bottom cleaning finally come to an end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33281653-1650508920065096679?l=khebert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khebert.blogspot.com/feeds/1650508920065096679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33281653&amp;postID=1650508920065096679' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33281653/posts/default/1650508920065096679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33281653/posts/default/1650508920065096679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khebert.blogspot.com/2009/11/potty-report-day-3.html' title='The Potty Report: Day 3'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311014761113076785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16356612315883950915'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33281653.post-4474200887679438011</id><published>2009-11-09T08:08:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T08:36:06.406-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='potty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KayTar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='development'/><title type='text'>She's wearing underwear today.</title><content type='html'>If you've been reading this blog for any amount of time, you probably know that I have a 4.5 year old who previously had global developmental delays but now only seems to have ONE major delay, POTTY TRAINING. We have tried and stopped, tried and stopped, tried and stopped. KayTar has chronic constipation (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;and a level of intelligence that makes bribes and other motivators a little bit beneath her&lt;/span&gt;) and every time we have tried, she has ended up badly constipated and we've had to quit. Honestly, though, she has never been too terribly motivated to use a toilet. She has even been known to say that it would be too much work to use the toilet all of the time, why stop and potty when you can keep playing? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can imagine my (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;delighted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) surprise when she walked into my room yesterday and said, "I'd like to wear underwear. This diaper feels like PAPER! Ugh!" I said, "Okay, sure." And she said, "I mean TONIGHT." in a tone that suggested that I get up NOW and put her in some underwear, STAT! She used the toilet and then she put on undies. She stayed dry and clean until bed. We then put her in a diaper for overnight, but she woke up dry this morning and used the toilet. She insisted on underwear at school today, too. We will see how it goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always said it would have to happen this way, one day SHE would have to decide it was time, we just never really believed she would get there! I was shocked when she came in and demanded some underpants yesterday. I'm sure it will take some work on all of our parts, but I've got my fingers crossed that it is important enough to her to stick with it this time and we will be able to work through the other issues, as long as she is motivated to keep trying. This might be it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish her luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/SvgnLwwr15I/AAAAAAAAFRg/rwq4gxNN4ds/s1600-h/11+05+09_8001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/SvgnLwwr15I/AAAAAAAAFRg/rwq4gxNN4ds/s400/11+05+09_8001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402110836052055954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33281653-4474200887679438011?l=khebert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khebert.blogspot.com/feeds/4474200887679438011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33281653&amp;postID=4474200887679438011' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33281653/posts/default/4474200887679438011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33281653/posts/default/4474200887679438011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khebert.blogspot.com/2009/11/shes-wearing-underwear-today.html' title='She&apos;s wearing underwear today.'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311014761113076785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16356612315883950915'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/SvgnLwwr15I/AAAAAAAAFRg/rwq4gxNN4ds/s72-c/11+05+09_8001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33281653.post-4090956900009096209</id><published>2009-11-07T12:53:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T13:07:52.944-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KayTar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><title type='text'>A Girl and Her Dumptruck</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/SvXCu29R9BI/AAAAAAAAFQw/rruMoC06jBc/s1600-h/11+05+09_8002+edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/SvXCu29R9BI/AAAAAAAAFQw/rruMoC06jBc/s400/11+05+09_8002+edit1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401437438383092754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/SvXE4JH8tXI/AAAAAAAAFRY/lvFpmZeMwQM/s1600-h/11+05+09_8003+edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/SvXE4JH8tXI/AAAAAAAAFRY/lvFpmZeMwQM/s400/11+05+09_8003+edit1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401439796901754226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/SvXEsNCubpI/AAAAAAAAFRQ/lMTTbGmod50/s1600-h/11+05+09_7997+edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/SvXEsNCubpI/AAAAAAAAFRQ/lMTTbGmod50/s400/11+05+09_7997+edit1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401439591795158674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/SvXEi5zQ8UI/AAAAAAAAFRI/-mNB-EqahFA/s1600-h/11+05+09_7988+edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/SvXEi5zQ8UI/AAAAAAAAFRI/-mNB-EqahFA/s400/11+05+09_7988+edit1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401439432011215170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/SvXEFMtS_vI/AAAAAAAAFQ4/HLJctmPaZ_c/s1600-h/11+05+09_7982+edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/SvXEFMtS_vI/AAAAAAAAFQ4/HLJctmPaZ_c/s400/11+05+09_7982+edit1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401438921690382066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/SvXER1l8_AI/AAAAAAAAFRA/WHKn6iMY65g/s1600-h/11+05+09_7983+edit2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/SvXER1l8_AI/AAAAAAAAFRA/WHKn6iMY65g/s400/11+05+09_7983+edit2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401439138823863298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33281653-4090956900009096209?l=khebert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khebert.blogspot.com/feeds/4090956900009096209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33281653&amp;postID=4090956900009096209' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33281653/posts/default/4090956900009096209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33281653/posts/default/4090956900009096209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khebert.blogspot.com/2009/11/girl-and-her-dumptruck.html' title='A Girl and Her Dumptruck'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311014761113076785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16356612315883950915'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/SvXCu29R9BI/AAAAAAAAFQw/rruMoC06jBc/s72-c/11+05+09_8002+edit1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33281653.post-8432561321756776498</id><published>2009-11-04T08:15:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T08:49:36.978-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KayTar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='g-button'/><title type='text'>Happy birthday, Button.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/SvLivfvB_QI/AAAAAAAAFQg/dWj0ywayuNc/s1600-h/11+02+08_4609+edit2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/SvLivfvB_QI/AAAAAAAAFQg/dWj0ywayuNc/s400/11+02+08_4609+edit2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400628208771136770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A year ago, I thought that I would miss the sight of this unblemished belly, but I haven't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/SvLkfRCdOwI/AAAAAAAAFQo/kfFx1T02FKg/s1600-h/11+05+08_4622+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/SvLkfRCdOwI/AAAAAAAAFQo/kfFx1T02FKg/s400/11+05+08_4622+edit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400630128971430658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at you, Button, and think of the wonderful things you have done for my KayTar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growth,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Development,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nutrition,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hydration,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decrease in episodes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decrease in illnesses,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fewer hospitalizations,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fewer absences,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freedom to discover food on her own terms,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday, Button, we love you so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33281653-8432561321756776498?l=khebert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khebert.blogspot.com/feeds/8432561321756776498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33281653&amp;postID=8432561321756776498' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33281653/posts/default/8432561321756776498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33281653/posts/default/8432561321756776498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khebert.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-birthday-button.html' title='Happy birthday, Button.'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311014761113076785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16356612315883950915'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/SvLivfvB_QI/AAAAAAAAFQg/dWj0ywayuNc/s72-c/11+02+08_4609+edit2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33281653.post-2715703583710657459</id><published>2009-11-02T09:15:00.022-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T09:52:53.673-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><title type='text'>BubTar's Pumpkin Party!</title><content type='html'>We hosted a pumpkin carving party for BubTar's wolf pack this Saturday and it turned out to be a lot of fun for everyone! I think we're going to do it again next year.(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I didn't post any photos of the guests out of respect for their privacy.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/Su77aMBnCnI/AAAAAAAAFPQ/neKXGGKtkdw/s1600-h/10+30+09_7829.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/Su77aMBnCnI/AAAAAAAAFPQ/neKXGGKtkdw/s400/10+30+09_7829.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399529430586952306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Josh worked on that crepe paper thing for like an hour on Friday night. There was even a yard stick involved.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/Su748g35hvI/AAAAAAAAFOg/tK5yxvmBhAc/s1600-h/10+30+09_7823.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/Su748g35hvI/AAAAAAAAFOg/tK5yxvmBhAc/s400/10+30+09_7823.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399526721764034290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/Su793uIuExI/AAAAAAAAFQY/N0zrcyPZXTI/s1600-h/10+30+09_7884.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/Su793uIuExI/AAAAAAAAFQY/N0zrcyPZXTI/s400/10+30+09_7884.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399532136983040786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Hot Dog Mummies! Delicious!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/Su74Y5vtdkI/AAAAAAAAFOY/FBLPoVYSi_0/s1600-h/10+30+09_7821.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/Su74Y5vtdkI/AAAAAAAAFOY/FBLPoVYSi_0/s400/10+30+09_7821.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399526109965284930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/Su74JneAGPI/AAAAAAAAFOQ/H1YHzxf5_R0/s1600-h/10+30+09_7822.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/Su74JneAGPI/AAAAAAAAFOQ/H1YHzxf5_R0/s400/10+30+09_7822.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399525847361132786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Wormy ice cubes, for the punch.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/Su75SU-cuQI/AAAAAAAAFOo/GQb5yU52th0/s1600-h/10+30+09_7881.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/Su75SU-cuQI/AAAAAAAAFOo/GQb5yU52th0/s400/10+30+09_7881.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399527096527403266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Putrid Punch. Looks disgusting, tastes delightful!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/Su73vFkPJwI/AAAAAAAAFOI/beizCKDJw_A/s1600-h/10+30+09_7811.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/Su73vFkPJwI/AAAAAAAAFOI/beizCKDJw_A/s400/10+30+09_7811.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399525391583880962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Brain Cupcakes. Zombies love 'em.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/Su75oBHGqfI/AAAAAAAAFOw/7SOlRY5GNYY/s1600-h/10+30+09_7886.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/Su75oBHGqfI/AAAAAAAAFOw/7SOlRY5GNYY/s400/10+30+09_7886.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399527469152119282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/Su764dGQlrI/AAAAAAAAFPI/7PDJMYd6d0I/s1600-h/10+30+09_7845.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/Su764dGQlrI/AAAAAAAAFPI/7PDJMYd6d0I/s400/10+30+09_7845.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399528851054302898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;KayTar the Sorceress, who posed like this for every photo.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/Su76cSqburI/AAAAAAAAFPA/w0e0lStRwhI/s1600-h/10+30+09_7855.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/Su76cSqburI/AAAAAAAAFPA/w0e0lStRwhI/s400/10+30+09_7855.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399528367216900786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;BubTar the Vampire. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/Su76ElYAy_I/AAAAAAAAFO4/cjBqHYyKZ50/s1600-h/10+30+09_7841.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/Su76ElYAy_I/AAAAAAAAFO4/cjBqHYyKZ50/s400/10+30+09_7841.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399527959923051506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/Su78EBnt-oI/AAAAAAAAFPg/ERPMgQva6Dg/s1600-h/10+30+09_7885.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/Su78EBnt-oI/AAAAAAAAFPg/ERPMgQva6Dg/s400/10+30+09_7885.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399530149348506242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;The pumpkins! I drove to SEVEN stores on Friday night to find pumpkins!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/Su77pCyLv8I/AAAAAAAAFPY/pd6GNQss-sU/s1600-h/10+31+09_7876.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/Su77pCyLv8I/AAAAAAAAFPY/pd6GNQss-sU/s400/10+31+09_7876.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399529685804367810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/Su79LRrnEuI/AAAAAAAAFQA/Lp4q9nYwFpo/s1600-h/10+31+09_7880.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/Su79LRrnEuI/AAAAAAAAFQA/Lp4q9nYwFpo/s400/10+31+09_7880.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399531373430510306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/Su78-vTmLNI/AAAAAAAAFP4/uhfUc40n9L0/s1600-h/10+31+09_7879.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/Su78-vTmLNI/AAAAAAAAFP4/uhfUc40n9L0/s400/10+31+09_7879.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399531158044552402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/Su78uEz9gzI/AAAAAAAAFPw/urcC1ExzdGs/s1600-h/10+31+09_7878.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/Su78uEz9gzI/AAAAAAAAFPw/urcC1ExzdGs/s400/10+31+09_7878.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399530871759668018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/Su78TZpVNDI/AAAAAAAAFPo/dhVbhV8dNjs/s1600-h/10+31+09_7877.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/Su78TZpVNDI/AAAAAAAAFPo/dhVbhV8dNjs/s400/10+31+09_7877.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399530413495759922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/Su79kM69KdI/AAAAAAAAFQQ/Copx3Z8371Y/s1600-h/10+31+09_7919.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/Su79kM69KdI/AAAAAAAAFQQ/Copx3Z8371Y/s400/10+31+09_7919.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399531801649424850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;BubTar's pumpkin.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/Su79Yv2k0AI/AAAAAAAAFQI/As-1LHAVquo/s1600-h/10+31+09_7917.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/Su79Yv2k0AI/AAAAAAAAFQI/As-1LHAVquo/s400/10+31+09_7917.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399531604867862530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;KayTar's pumpkin.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33281653-2715703583710657459?l=khebert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khebert.blogspot.com/feeds/2715703583710657459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33281653&amp;postID=2715703583710657459' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33281653/posts/default/2715703583710657459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33281653/posts/default/2715703583710657459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khebert.blogspot.com/2009/11/bubtars-pumpkin-party.html' title='BubTar&apos;s Pumpkin Party!'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311014761113076785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16356612315883950915'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/Su77aMBnCnI/AAAAAAAAFPQ/neKXGGKtkdw/s72-c/10+30+09_7829.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33281653.post-2632131540013817774</id><published>2009-10-29T09:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T09:47:19.486-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KayTar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='development'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='g-button'/><title type='text'>You tell me...</title><content type='html'>This time last year, KayTar was approximately 29 pounds and 37 inches tall. She was wearing a size 3T and could still fit into many of her 2T clothes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/SuheALJg06I/AAAAAAAAFNg/O0GM337s3G0/s1600-h/10+01+08_4412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/SuheALJg06I/AAAAAAAAFNg/O0GM337s3G0/s400/10+01+08_4412.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397667510489240482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time last year, we were in quarantine, preparing for a feeding tube placement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/SuheMIhXTrI/AAAAAAAAFNo/E4JFaoW560I/s1600-h/10+28+08_4547+edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/SuheMIhXTrI/AAAAAAAAFNo/E4JFaoW560I/s400/10+28+08_4547+edit1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397667715942403762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, KayTar is approximately 35.4 pounds and 41.5 inches tall. She wears a size 5. In one year, she has gained almost 6.5 pounds and grown 4.5 inches. She went up two clothing sizes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/SuhfGk6qhWI/AAAAAAAAFNw/hKtJbk1J-L8/s1600-h/10+20+09_7718.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/SuhfGk6qhWI/AAAAAAAAFNw/hKtJbk1J-L8/s400/10+20+09_7718.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397668719997125986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/SuhfkoHLWbI/AAAAAAAAFN4/OgPnJzWOoCQ/s1600-h/10+20+09_7709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/SuhfkoHLWbI/AAAAAAAAFN4/OgPnJzWOoCQ/s400/10+20+09_7709.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397669236250991026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think made the difference?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/SuhgWWUkotI/AAAAAAAAFOA/a2Af0ZLuILo/s1600-h/01+21+09_5734.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/SuhgWWUkotI/AAAAAAAAFOA/a2Af0ZLuILo/s400/01+21+09_5734.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397670090468795090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33281653-2632131540013817774?l=khebert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khebert.blogspot.com/feeds/2632131540013817774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33281653&amp;postID=2632131540013817774' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33281653/posts/default/2632131540013817774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33281653/posts/default/2632131540013817774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khebert.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-tell-me.html' title='You tell me...'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311014761113076785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16356612315883950915'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/SuheALJg06I/AAAAAAAAFNg/O0GM337s3G0/s72-c/10+01+08_4412.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33281653.post-3889700533820067939</id><published>2009-10-25T11:20:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T14:45:26.411-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life with the tars'/><title type='text'>This week, I...</title><content type='html'>Made it to class every night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Completed all of my Composition II assignments for the week (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;minus the essay, which I saved for today&lt;/span&gt;)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worked in the Book Fair for three days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recopied two weeks worth of Biology notes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished my Biology note cards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grocery shopped!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent admittedly too much time working on privacy settings on Facebook (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;my mom AND mother-in-law friended me, enough said&lt;/span&gt;)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made an invitation for BubTar's Halloween party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a conference with BubTar's teacher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Completed several loads of laundry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read a good-sized portion of Othello for my upcoming research paper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleaned/swept/mopped the living room on more than one occasion! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a haircut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grocery shopped again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made cookies with KayTar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visited my parents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went on a date with Josh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept in on Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are finally getting back to normal around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/SuSl0Um26rI/AAAAAAAAFNI/EKd8mckWXLI/s1600-h/10+24+09_7770.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/SuSl0Um26rI/AAAAAAAAFNI/EKd8mckWXLI/s400/10+24+09_7770.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396620571800169138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/SuSmmM1t5HI/AAAAAAAAFNQ/8WWr5FQPbkE/s1600-h/10+20+09_7712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/SuSmmM1t5HI/AAAAAAAAFNQ/8WWr5FQPbkE/s400/10+20+09_7712.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396621428708467826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/SuSnPMYhRyI/AAAAAAAAFNY/NAMP8gGUhNg/s1600-h/10+19+09_7725.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/SuSnPMYhRyI/AAAAAAAAFNY/NAMP8gGUhNg/s400/10+19+09_7725.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396622132960642850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33281653-3889700533820067939?l=khebert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khebert.blogspot.com/feeds/3889700533820067939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33281653&amp;postID=3889700533820067939' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33281653/posts/default/3889700533820067939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33281653/posts/default/3889700533820067939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khebert.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-week-i.html' title='This week, I...'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311014761113076785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16356612315883950915'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/SuSl0Um26rI/AAAAAAAAFNI/EKd8mckWXLI/s72-c/10+24+09_7770.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33281653.post-6329872247210886683</id><published>2009-10-22T11:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T12:23:01.894-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BubTar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Books for Christmas!</title><content type='html'>This week I have been volunteering at the Book Fair at the kids' school. I just couldn't hang out around those books all day without finding an excuse to buy a few, so I started my Christmas shopping a little early. BubTar always has a book in hand these days (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;and 3 or 4 more in his backpack every day&lt;/span&gt;), so it was a perfect place to shop for him! These are the books I purchased for BubTar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0545022118/ref=s9_simz_gw_s1_p14_i1?pf_rd_m=ATVPDKIKX0DER&amp;pf_rd_s=center-2&amp;pf_rd_r=1J0RG0997MKHJAY8QN7D&amp;pf_rd_t=101&amp;pf_rd_p=470938631&amp;pf_rd_i=507846"&gt;Time Traveler's Journal&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51f%2BvWIw7sL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU01_.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of those cool hardback books with the appearance of a homemade journal, with envelopes and notes, and all kinds of cool extras (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;including a backward spinning pocket watch&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Super-Science-Lab-Richard-Hammond/dp/075665341X/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1256230227&amp;sr=1-3"&gt; Blast Lab&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/61uvHkRR9VL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU01_.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BubTar is really into science and science experiments right now and this one has simple experiments to do at home, that seem to have a very high fun factor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Diary-Wimpy-Kid-Last-Straw/dp/0810970686/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1256230405&amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Diary of a Wimpy Kid: The Last Straw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51nrLY53PiL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU01_.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;A href="http://www.amazon.com/Diary-Wimpy-Kid-Dog-Days/dp/0810983915/ref=pd_sim_b_4"&gt;Diary of a Wimpy Kid: Dog Days&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/417Zb5YN60L._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got the first two books in this series today (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;to start reading now&lt;/span&gt;), so I decided to pick the rest up for Christmas. The trick will be some how preventing him from burning through the first two too fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Diary-Wimpy-Kid-Yourself-Book/dp/0810979772/ref=pd_bxgy_b_img_c"&gt;Diary of a Wimpy Kid Do-It-Yourself Book&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51Sp%2Bvl5kEL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU01_.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was very interested in this fun do-it-yourself version of Wimpy Kid, too, so I snatched it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Guinness-World-Records-Gamers-2009/dp/1904994458/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1256230770&amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Guinness World Records: Gamer's Edition 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51kolHVBGUL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU01_.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought him a Guinness Book of World Records the year he was born (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;2002&lt;/span&gt;) and he has been dragging it around everywhere lately, it only stands to reason that he would love an updated version that deals with one of his favorite hobbies, video games! My mom bought this one for him. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also purchased a Phinneas and Ferb book (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;a KayTar and BubTar pick&lt;/span&gt;), Dora Saves the Crystal Kingdom (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;a KayTar pick&lt;/span&gt;), Wimpy Kid #2 (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;a BubTar pick&lt;/span&gt;), and Nighttime: Too Scared to Sleep (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;a collection of mildly scary stories I chose for BubTar&lt;/span&gt;)...all for a surprising grand total of $24! Volunteering in the library has its perks, evidently, one of which is MAJOR discounts on Book Fair fare. I intended to pay full price for these, but the surprise at the register sure was nice!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33281653-6329872247210886683?l=khebert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khebert.blogspot.com/feeds/6329872247210886683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33281653&amp;postID=6329872247210886683' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33281653/posts/default/6329872247210886683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33281653/posts/default/6329872247210886683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khebert.blogspot.com/2009/10/books-for-christmas.html' title='Books for Christmas!'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311014761113076785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16356612315883950915'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33281653.post-5213690339847797707</id><published>2009-10-19T09:51:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T11:28:36.890-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KayTar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life with the tars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>Discombobulated.</title><content type='html'>I seem to have lost my &lt;a href="http://khebert.blogspot.com/2009/09/24-hours.html"&gt;groove&lt;/a&gt;. I have missed two Biology lectures and two Chemistry lectures in the past month or so, either due to my falling apart or KayTar's recent illness. Prior to that, I hadn't missed a single one. Last week I got behind in my Composition II assignments, they were completed on time, but I procrastinated right up to the last instant. I've only missed one volunteer shift at the hospital (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;when I was hobbled by my defective knees&lt;/span&gt;), but I've missed 3 volunteer days at the school library, 2 due to my injuries and 1 due to KayTar's illness. Today I should be there, though it isn't my regular day, because it is the Book Fair and I really wanted to help the librarian this week. This weekend Josh and I were scheduled to host a game night (we even had my parents slated to keep the kids overnight) but we had to cancel it once KayTar spiked a fever. On the invite I even wrote something like AS LONG AS THE KIDS DON'T GET SICK, KNOCK ON WOOD. Evidently, the knocking on wood was ineffective. I have a poetry analysis essay due (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I hate poetry, HATE IT&lt;/span&gt;) at the end of this week and a prospectus for an 8 page research paper due next week in Comp II. I have a Biology exam over cellular respiration and photosynthesis a week from today. My Chemistry exam is soon after that. Life is happening, but that extremely efficient routine I had going has been disrupted and I'm having a bit of difficult getting with it again. It is a feat equivalent to jumping back on a high speed treadmill, really. We all know how that ends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/41S8liJvTZ8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/41S8liJvTZ8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't really tell if KayTar is improving yet or not. Wednesday we were up all night, coughing and puking. Thursday with the help of medicine she slept, but had very little to drink all day. Friday she didn't drink, but we gave her 8 ounces of half and half (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Pediasure and Pedialyte, the lighter mix helps her to keep it down when she is heavily congested&lt;/span&gt;) through her tube, and she slept some. Saturday we tubed her 16 ounces of half and half, but she was up coughing and vomiting (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;due to the coughing&lt;/span&gt;) in spite of medication from 4-6am, after going to bed at midnight. Sunday we tubed her 12 ounces of half and half , she napped for 3-4 hours, and slept well after going to sleep at 1am. We've been giving round-the-clock doses of Benadryl and Albuterol, plus Ibuprofen when her fever spikes. This morning she asked for chips and Pediasure (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;regaining an appetite seems hopeful&lt;/span&gt;), but she only had negligible amounts of both and specifically asked for medicine to help her feel better, plus she is complaining about her bones hurting. It is a toss up this morning. I'm sure she'll be on the upswing pretty soon, but it has been almost a full week (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;last Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;) since she has had a regular amount of Pediasure, which makes me a little nervous. It has been 95 since her last episode and we'd really, really, REALLY like that number to keep rising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/StyS6Ph1AgI/AAAAAAAAFNA/OFCcksn7MRs/s1600-h/10+18+09_7683+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/StyS6Ph1AgI/AAAAAAAAFNA/OFCcksn7MRs/s400/10+18+09_7683+edit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394347982981497346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;We're having gorgeous weather, so KayTar spent part of the day watching her brother out the window while enjoying the cool breeze. I think we would all be outdoor people if we had that kind of weather more often!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/StyPs-qBeuI/AAAAAAAAFM4/hqsYzFGCQ9o/s1600-h/10+18+09_7698.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/StyPs-qBeuI/AAAAAAAAFM4/hqsYzFGCQ9o/s400/10+18+09_7698.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394344456579283682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;All that vicarious playing and fresh air wore her right out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33281653-5213690339847797707?l=khebert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khebert.blogspot.com/feeds/5213690339847797707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33281653&amp;postID=5213690339847797707' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33281653/posts/default/5213690339847797707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33281653/posts/default/5213690339847797707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khebert.blogspot.com/2009/10/discombobulated.html' title='Discombobulated.'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311014761113076785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16356612315883950915'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/StyS6Ph1AgI/AAAAAAAAFNA/OFCcksn7MRs/s72-c/10+18+09_7683+edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33281653.post-8566167998557255341</id><published>2009-10-16T08:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T10:19:45.955-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KayTar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='allergic reaction'/><title type='text'>Speaking of allergies...</title><content type='html'>KayTar had an allergist appointment yesterday! We had previously seen an allergist (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;who we loved, but left us when her husband's fellowship ended and he found work in another state&lt;/span&gt;) that was not affiliated with our local Children's Hospital, so when we came to the point of deciding KayTar would need a peanut challenge, she had to refer us to the hospital's allergy department because they only allow peanut challenges on their patients. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her initial appointment was this summer, but we ended up having to cancel it. The thing about allergist visits is that your child has to be off of all antihistamines for 7 days prior to the appointment. KayTar got sick this summer and we absolutely had to give her Benadryl, she was coughing and puking and having some minor difficulties with breathing. We held off for as long as we could, but in the end, we had to give it. It ended up being a non-issue because she landed in the hospital the day of her appointment with an episode and we would have had to cancel in any case. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We discontinued antihistamines last Thursday and when we found ourselves at a birthday party over the weekend in a germ laden bouncy house kingdom full of snotty and coughing kids, we experienced an ominous sense of foreboding. What were we thinking?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can probably fill in the rest. Wednesday night she was miserably congested and we were up all night. LITERALLY. As in, I went to bed at 1am and she woke up for the first time at 1:15am. From 1:15am-3am, we stayed in my bed, but she was fussing/coughing/gagging so frequently that sleep was not happening. At 3am, I caved and we came to the living room (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;kicking Josh off of the sofa and back to bed&lt;/span&gt;) so she could sit upright in her baby papasan seat. From 3am-5am I dozed off a couple of times, never for more than 30 minutes, before she would cry out again. At 5am, she fell asleep and so did I. My alarm went off at 6am. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our appointment was at 9am and we were on time, however, the office was not. We didn't see anyone until 11am! Two whole hours. All I could think was, I could be sleeping right now. Once it began, the appointment went smoothly. KayTar had negative scratch test results to all tree nuts and peanuts, which was old news. The new news is that she didn't cry or fuss at all this go 'round. She was a total pro. She is still classified as nut allergic for now, but we have a peanut challenge scheduled for November and from there we will schedule a tree nut challenge. If all goes well, then we can lift the nut ban! CHOCOLATE, PEANUT BUTTER, REESE'S CUPS. I can taste it already. On the other hand, if all goes well, then we are left with idiopathic angioedema (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;fancy talk for this type of swelling without an obvious cause&lt;/span&gt;) and she'll have to go through some immune testing to determine if things are functioning properly, like her complement system. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as we got home (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;which was around 3 in the afternoon!&lt;/span&gt;), I gave the Snot Factory some Benadryl and she ended up falling asleep on my chest for 3+ hours. I skipped class because I was too tired to function on any type of intelligent level (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;and Chemistry is crazy difficult to stay awake in on a normal night&lt;/span&gt;) and I had a sweet little girl asleep on me that I didn't want to disturb. Last night we BOTH got some sleep. It was awesome. She's still feeling rough, but we're managing it with Benadryl/Albuterol and fluids through her g-tube. She has had little to no Pediasure in the past couple of days, which makes me a tiny bit anxious about the possibility of this resulting in an episode, but we'll play it by ear and hope for the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33281653-8566167998557255341?l=khebert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khebert.blogspot.com/feeds/8566167998557255341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33281653&amp;postID=8566167998557255341' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33281653/posts/default/8566167998557255341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33281653/posts/default/8566167998557255341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khebert.blogspot.com/2009/10/speaking-of-allergies.html' title='Speaking of allergies...'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311014761113076785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16356612315883950915'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33281653.post-8193128100764270266</id><published>2009-10-12T06:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T06:53:54.666-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KayTar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life with the tars'/><title type='text'>Scene from a birthday party</title><content type='html'>As you all know, KayTar has a peanut allergy, so she can't eat cake at a birthday party. We've been priming her about this, teaching that she can't eat cakes and cupcakes and candy (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;and a host of other things&lt;/span&gt;) without our approval. This weekend we decided to let her answer for herself when offered cake and this is how it went...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jumping Jungle Guy: Do you want cake?&lt;br /&gt;KayTar: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;doesn't respond because it is noisy and she's half-deaf&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;JJG: Would you like some cake?&lt;br /&gt;KayTar: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;doesn't respond because it is noisy and she's half-deaf&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Josh and I: KayTar! He's asking if you want cake! Answer him!&lt;br /&gt;JJG: Want some cake?&lt;br /&gt;KayTar: Yes, please!&lt;br /&gt;Josh and I: No no no no! You can't have cake! (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;to JJG&lt;/span&gt;) She can't have cake, sorry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty sure that Jumping Jungle Guy thought we were screwing with him on purpose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/StMWVTP1wXI/AAAAAAAAFMo/x_rmg3zxtcQ/s1600-h/10+04+09_7653+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/StMWVTP1wXI/AAAAAAAAFMo/x_rmg3zxtcQ/s400/10+04+09_7653+edit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391677734092390770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33281653-8193128100764270266?l=khebert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khebert.blogspot.com/feeds/8193128100764270266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33281653&amp;postID=8193128100764270266' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33281653/posts/default/8193128100764270266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33281653/posts/default/8193128100764270266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khebert.blogspot.com/2009/10/scene-from-birthday-party.html' title='Scene from a birthday party'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311014761113076785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16356612315883950915'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/StMWVTP1wXI/AAAAAAAAFMo/x_rmg3zxtcQ/s72-c/10+04+09_7653+edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33281653.post-8124562872245642698</id><published>2009-10-08T07:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T08:32:27.389-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KayTar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BubTar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Say what you will about public school...</title><content type='html'>But I know my kids are well-loved there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday at morning drop off, B (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;the awesome speech therapist&lt;/span&gt;) was the adult who helped BubTar out of the car. KayTar started pouting, because SHE wanted to get out of the car at B's stop! B told her that one day she would go to KayTar's stop and help her get out of the car, but that the principal wanted her to stay where she was for today. She smoothed things over with KayTar by offering to bring a book of Halloween jokes by KayTar's classroom later for KayTar to read to her. That did the trick. After school, I was delighted to hear that she really did find the time to bring the joke book to KayTar and I was over the moon this morning when we pulled up to KayTar's drop off stop and B was there (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;clearly not on morning duty&lt;/span&gt;) waiting for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week when I was in line, waiting to pick up KayTar, B came to my window. She told me that BubTar's teacher had asked her to evaluate his articulation and she wanted to get my permission. I've had concerns about his articulation and had actually planned to ask his teacher about it that very week, so of course I said yes. He struggles with his S/SH/TH sounds as well as his R/W sounds, and I've noticed that I've had to ask him to spell things lately to clarify what he is saying. He's young, though, and has many teeth in various stages of regrowth, so I was unsure how much of this was still considered age appropriate. Well, he was evaluated that same week and he is now attending articulation lab for the rest of the semester. If he shows adequate improvement by Christmas break, we'll stick to this arrangement, if not, then we'll move ahead with more formal speech therapy. After his first session, he came home and said he worked on this sound (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;and he made a sound that was like a combo of S and TH, which is obviously the problem&lt;/span&gt;). To clarify, I asked him, "Oh...was it the TH sound?" He says, "Oh yeah...that one or maybe it was S." Ha! Clearly he's in the right place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We struggled with the decision to pull BubTar from his private school, though there were many reasons to do so (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;finances, time, changes at his school we didn't approve of&lt;/span&gt;), we were still very nervous. The start of the year was difficult, BubTar cried many mornings (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;which in the end had more to do with how little he was seeing me and much less to do with the new school&lt;/span&gt;) and I had seriously doubts about whether we had done the right thing in moving him. As the school year has progressed, I know more and more that we did the right thing. He's excited about school this year, he has access to more activities in his school, they have an extensive library and he is just gobbling down books one after another. Although much of this year is review for him (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;his last school had advanced curriculum&lt;/span&gt;), his teacher provides extra challenges for him when necessary. His behavior is so much better this year than last, not that he's ever been in much trouble at school, but the difference between last year and this is noticeable. Also, he has access to speech therapy which is something that would have been entirely unavailable at his previous school. Most importantly, the staff at this school know both of my kids and obviously care for them, which is not something I would have said about BubTar's private school. They are interested in helping them succeed, whether that means putting KayTar in an advanced reading group or noticing that BubTar needs a little help with speech and setting him up with appropriate services. I hear a lot about the negatives of public education, but our experience has been quite different from all of that. I know that when I drop my kids off in the morning, they are in excellent hands. That is a good feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/Ss3pkIh6DaI/AAAAAAAAFMg/az2MowcLvD4/s1600-h/08+24+09_7533+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/Ss3pkIh6DaI/AAAAAAAAFMg/az2MowcLvD4/s400/08+24+09_7533+edit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390221136006614434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33281653-8124562872245642698?l=khebert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khebert.blogspot.com/feeds/8124562872245642698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33281653&amp;postID=8124562872245642698' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33281653/posts/default/8124562872245642698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33281653/posts/default/8124562872245642698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khebert.blogspot.com/2009/10/say-what-you-will-about-public-school.html' title='Say what you will about public school...'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311014761113076785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16356612315883950915'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/Ss3pkIh6DaI/AAAAAAAAFMg/az2MowcLvD4/s72-c/08+24+09_7533+edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33281653.post-6621344395204560908</id><published>2009-10-06T08:36:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T09:12:58.505-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Falling apart.</title><content type='html'>My body is out to get me. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You recall the whole trip to the ER/cancer scare from a month ago? Well, it gets better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks ago, I can only guess that I injured my knee pushing gurneys around the hospital. I have historically bad knees, I've already had knee surgery once, at 17 just a few weeks before my wedding. My left knee, the one that had been previously operated on, was the one I injured. Somehow, in favoring my left knee, my right knee became inflamed as well. I had to miss my volunteer shift at the kids' school for two weeks (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;can't stand, sit, kneel to sort books if my knees aren't working&lt;/span&gt;) and my shift at the hospital for a week (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;can't push wheelchairs and gurneys if I can barely walk&lt;/span&gt;). I did the proper thing and RICE-ed my knees as frequently as possible and my right knee began to feel much better. Unfortunately, though, one day back at normal functioning and my left knee AND my left ankle were swollen and painful. Last Friday, I was actually on crutches, because it had become so unmanageable. I spent much of the weekend with my knees and ankles elevated with ice packs and tried to stay off my feet as much as possible and FINALLY by Sunday I had regained most of my joint function. Yesterday night I was finally able to get back to the hospital, with the help of a knee brace. This morning my left ankle is once again inflamed, but it is nothing that rest, ice, compression, and elevation (plus some NSAIDs) can't fix in a couple of days. Two weeks of being largely immobile was torture and I will be pleased when I'm back at 100%, without these constant setbacks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to my musculoskeletal issues, my reproductive system is also out to get me. If you don't dig hearing about lady-troubles, go ahead and skip this portion of the post, okay? Last month, I had the heaviest period of my life. This is what landed me in the ER, I was actually concerned about the rapid blood loss. It was insane. I'm a light-flow kind of gal and this was like internal hemorrhaging levels. It sucked, though not as much as the pelvic exam I had to have in the ER. I think that might be as mortifying as it gets. Anyway, skip ahead to this month. I start my period on time, Monday. The cramps are so insane that it began to give me intestinal problems, if you get my drift. I got all the way to college for my evening class and had to turn around and come home. I was definitely too sick to make it through a lecture. I had to miss Biology class. Tuesday, I was feeling a little better. I had a pretty normal day, made it to Chemistry class and did well on the exam. On the way home, I started to experience some pain, similar to the pain I feel when ovulating, though by the time I arrived at home, it was reaching blinding-pain levels and showed no signs of slowing down. I had to take an actual pain pill to make it bearable and I hardly slept at all. In the morning, the pain was worse (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;if possible&lt;/span&gt;) and I was unable to get out of bed to get the kids ready. I had to lay immobile on the bed while giving instructions to Josh. It was pitiful. He had to drive them to school, because I still couldn't move when it was time to go. I took more pain medication and tried to sleep. By the time I had to start the pick up rounds, I was able to hobble to the car, with the help of medication. By evening, I was still in such pain that I again had to miss class, which of course was once again Biology, which puts me a week behind. Finally by Thursday I was feeling better and was able to hobble to class with only my mostly manageable joint pains. I'm fairly certain it was a ruptured ovarian cyst, I've had one before and it is the only time I've ever experienced that kind of pain. I don't recommend it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've felt like a car losing parts as it speeds down the freeway. Yesterday was the first 100% normal day I've had in more than two weeks and it was so wonderful. Yes, my ankle is swollen and sore today, but it was WORTH IT. I cannot stand being laid up, I don't like putting everything on hold to basically sit and do nothing, even if it is the right decision at the time. I just hope that yesterday is the first of MANY days in which I can function like a normal, healthy human being again. I might be interested in medicine, but I'm no good at being a patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since you patiently read through all of that whining, I will now reward you with photos of cute children, I'm sure you've missed their bright and shiny faces:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/SstOweoNNeI/AAAAAAAAFMQ/Z7grSbsXQas/s1600-h/09+26+09_7589.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/SstOweoNNeI/AAAAAAAAFMQ/Z7grSbsXQas/s400/09+26+09_7589.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389487973841319394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;This kid is crazy handsome, no?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/SstPQKSz8zI/AAAAAAAAFMY/qvAgVgdYCkM/s1600-h/09+30+09_7664.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/SstPQKSz8zI/AAAAAAAAFMY/qvAgVgdYCkM/s400/09+30+09_7664.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389488518138688306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;This kid is a nut who no longer poses for anything resembling a normal photograph. I can't even sneak one when she isn't looking. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33281653-6621344395204560908?l=khebert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khebert.blogspot.com/feeds/6621344395204560908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33281653&amp;postID=6621344395204560908' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33281653/posts/default/6621344395204560908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33281653/posts/default/6621344395204560908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khebert.blogspot.com/2009/10/falling-apart.html' title='Falling apart.'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311014761113076785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16356612315883950915'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/SstOweoNNeI/AAAAAAAAFMQ/Z7grSbsXQas/s72-c/09+26+09_7589.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33281653.post-8138404611654520857</id><published>2009-09-23T08:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T08:40:46.859-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KayTar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BubTar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life with the tars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>10 things.</title><content type='html'>1. BubTar started running a fever on Sunday and he had a sore throat, headache, and body aches. We went to the pediatrician Monday, thinking it was strep and we were right! He was absent Monday and Tuesday, and he was none to pleased about returning to school today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I had my first Biology exam on Monday and suspect that I did very well on it. I love the feeling of taking an exam and knowing the material so well that I know my answer before I ever look at the multiple choice options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm a little bored with the Internet right now. Weird, right? Somehow this doesn't keep me from spending too much time on it daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. My Chemistry class has me wondering if it is possible to drop dead of boredom. It isn't the material, but the way it is presented. Professors, take note, simply writing on the chalkboard isn't enough to keep your students awake and engaged! At least, it isn't enough for THIS student. I look forward to lab, but lecture is an exercise in keeping my eyelids from slamming shut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The weather here is lovely today. LOVELY! Today, KayTar may not risk heat stroke by insisting, as she always does, to change into long sleeves and pants the instant she gets home from school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. KayTar's feeding situation has vastly improved since we discovered a few months ago that she likes to eat her foods FROZEN. We buy pre-cooked foods, like chicken nuggets, and she eats them straight from the freezer. Some days she'll eat as many as SIX nuggets for lunch. If we cook them? She nibbles at one, perhaps. She still gets tube feeds, especially in the morning before school, but she is eating more real (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;yet frozen&lt;/span&gt;) food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. She is getting her 6 year molars and it is terrible. She never had trouble teething as a baby, but these molars are really hurting her. Last night we woke up around midnight and couldn't sleep from the pain. I gave her Ibuprofen and put her in bed with me and eventually she dozed off. The other day she grabbed her face and was crying, because it hurt to smile! Poor kid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;knock on wood&lt;/span&gt;) She's been back on the name brand Pediasure consistently since her last episode and she hasn't had one in 69 days. Is it related? Who knows, but we'll take it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Friday I volunteered at the kids' school, working in the library. I enjoyed myself quite a bit and discovered that organizing bookshelves can be somewhat of a zen experience. I stayed for the duration of KayTar's school time and then we went out for lunch and shopping (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;we were searching for a rolling backpack for KayTar&lt;/span&gt;). I invited BubTar's best friend to spend the night with us, so we had company in the afternoon, and we also had dinner with my parents. It was a relaxing and enjoyable day, which was exactly what I needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. KayTar has begun going to first grade for reading group. They still haven't finished her reading test, but she is WELL above a first grade level, this much they know. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;she demonstrated as much by reading my Biology index cards to everyone in the pediatrician's waiting room, "Phosphorus, carbohydrate, enantiomer isomer, protein...can you give me a tricky one, please?"&lt;/span&gt;) However, because she is just a little Pre-K kid, they don't want to move her up too quickly due to the social and behavioral expectation in the higher level classes, though next semester they might move her to second grade for reading. She is THRILLED that she gets to go to first grade and that she gets her own reading folder with homework in it. She cried on Friday when she discovered she didn't get homework on the weekend. She has also been announcing that she is a FIRST GRADER to anyone who will listen. Yes, this includes strangers in the checkout line at the grocery store or anyone who might make eye contact with her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33281653-8138404611654520857?l=khebert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khebert.blogspot.com/feeds/8138404611654520857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33281653&amp;postID=8138404611654520857' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33281653/posts/default/8138404611654520857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33281653/posts/default/8138404611654520857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khebert.blogspot.com/2009/09/10-things.html' title='10 things.'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311014761113076785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16356612315883950915'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33281653.post-9169221755090161766</id><published>2009-09-17T07:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T06:21:25.864-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life with the tars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Out of Order.</title><content type='html'>I should be at a meeting at the kids' school right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be working on an essay for Comp II right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be cleaning my house or conquering Mt. Laundry right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be making calls to a few of KayTar's physicians right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was wild. I woke up in the morning and instead of getting myself half ready (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;shirt, bra, pants, socks and shoes&lt;/span&gt;), I had to get myself fully ready (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;add hair and makeup and coffee to go&lt;/span&gt;). When I dropped the kids off at school, I had to stay for a parent volunteer meeting, which lasted for about an hour and a half. By the time I got back to the house, I had about 45 minutes before it was time to pick KayTar up. I got VERY LITTLE accomplished. After picking KayTar up, we came home, ate lunch and played a bit and then it was time to go out to the medical center for KayTar's flu shot appointment. After that, we got back on this side of town JUST in time to pick BubTar up, we didn't even stop at home first. Then it was Homework with BubTar time, which lasts 1-2 hours every day, during which I stole 10 minutes (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in 1-2 minute portions&lt;/span&gt;) to watch a fraction of an ER episode, just so I felt like I had done SOMETHING for myself. After homework time, Josh got home, we exchanged notes on the kids, I ate a croissant sandwich (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;delicious&lt;/span&gt;) and was out the door. I got home from school around 9 and my head was just about to pop off my shoulders. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had run my rear off all day and in the end, felt like I had accomplished nothing. The house hadn't been tended to. My Comp II assignment hadn't been touched. I had discovered earlier in the day that my school email account was not working and thought, "Oh! That's why my professor hasn't emailed me in days, even though I sent her an urgent question about my assignment!" So I sent her another email, asking her to email me at my alternate account to answer my Very Urgent Question. She hasn't emailed me yet. She hasn't replied to my thread on the online class bulletin board that I posted a couple of days ago either. That isn't the ONLY important thing that I am waiting on (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'll spare you the various rants, most have to do with the calls I need to make to KayTar's physicians&lt;/span&gt;) and being stuck in limbo, without being able to take care of items on my to do list is adding an exponential amount of stress to my day. If the ball is in my court, then I can take care of it, make sure it happens, but when I'm depending on someone else to give me the information I need to proceed? I cannot relax until it becomes my responsibility again. I only have so much time to dedicate to these things and the longer I wait for an answer, the more of my (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;very small&lt;/span&gt;) windows of time slam shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been off-kilter and it is making me anxious. Monday was fine, a regular day, much like my 24 Hours post. School work, drop off/pick up for the kids, laundry, straightening the house, going to class, volunteering at the hospital. Tuesday was much the same, except in the evening I had to squeeze in Open House at the kids' school, get to class just in time for a POP QUIZ and lab. Fun. You already heard about yesterday. So today, I am skipping the meeting at the kids' school and playing catch up, hoping to return to some sense of normalcy. Tomorrow morning I am volunteering at the school and I need today to get my bearings again. As soon as I publish this post, which I will be referring to as my mental health break* for the day, I will be off to furiously attack my to do list for the day, setting things right again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;*In all honesty, I have spent much of this "break" on the telephone and have worked out approximately 2 of 5 of the major issues, and my professor emailed me! HOORAY! Life can go on! I have also started the laundry and straightened the living room. I'm feeling better already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Everything was taken care of by noon, I had plenty of time yesterday to play and read with KayTar, and do a science experiment and play video games with BubTar (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;he had no homework&lt;/span&gt;), as well as time for the usual things. It ended up being a delightful day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33281653-9169221755090161766?l=khebert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khebert.blogspot.com/feeds/9169221755090161766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33281653&amp;postID=9169221755090161766' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33281653/posts/default/9169221755090161766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33281653/posts/default/9169221755090161766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khebert.blogspot.com/2009/09/out-of-order.html' title='Out of Order.'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311014761113076785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16356612315883950915'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33281653.post-7541628489004320789</id><published>2009-09-16T06:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T07:19:50.373-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KayTar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WW'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday: Regeneration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/SrDXzrNO41I/AAAAAAAAFMI/POd5uflKq8o/s1600-h/09+11+09_7554.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/SrDXzrNO41I/AAAAAAAAFMI/POd5uflKq8o/s400/09+11+09_7554.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382038837479269202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33281653-7541628489004320789?l=khebert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khebert.blogspot.com/feeds/7541628489004320789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33281653&amp;postID=7541628489004320789' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33281653/posts/default/7541628489004320789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33281653/posts/default/7541628489004320789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khebert.blogspot.com/2009/09/wordless-wednesday-regeneration.html' title='Wordless Wednesday: Regeneration'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311014761113076785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16356612315883950915'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Rvt9b97_S4/SrDXzrNO41I/AAAAAAAAFMI/POd5uflKq8o/s72-c/09+11+09_7554.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33281653.post-199759757491112210</id><published>2009-09-09T00:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T00:00:04.637-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life with the tars'/><title type='text'>24 hours.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;12:00am&lt;/span&gt; Sign out from my volunteer shift and head home for the night. If it hadn't been a slow night, sign out would have been closer to 12:30-45. I call Josh from the car to let him know I'm headed home. At 10 'til 1, I get home. Josh is still half-awake in bed, waiting for me. I tell him he doesn't have to wait up, but he likes to. He comments on the fact that I'm home early and tells me KayTar has been coughing, that he had to go up and sit with her, hold her upright for a while to let her catch her breath. He says she was gagging a lot, but didn't vomit. I wash my face, brush my teeth, and pull on my pajamas. Then I go and fetch KayTar from her little bed and put her in mine. Josh and I pass each other in the living room and whisper our goodnights. He is bunking in BubTar's room again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:30am&lt;/span&gt; KayTar stirs, "Mom, are you there?" "Yes, I'm right here, baby, are you okay?" "Yes, I was just asking where you were." She coughs and coughs. "Do you need your Albuterol?" "No, I'm fine." "Can you take a big breath for me?" She does. She doesn't sound like she is working too hard, so I believe her. We toss and turn and drift to sleep around 2, perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:45am&lt;/span&gt; Josh's alarm clock goes off. It takes me 10 minutes to register why he isn't turning it off, he is sleeping upstairs again. I get out of bed and turn it off, perturbed at being woken fifteen minutes early. When my alarm goes off at 6, I hit snooze once, just because I'm angry about waking earlier. Of course, I don't ever fall back asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:05am&lt;/span&gt; I get out of bed, stumble to the closet and grope for a pair of pajama pants in the dark. I walk to the kitchen and start the coffee, then I sit at my computer. At 6:30, I start calling up the stairs to wake Josh, it takes far too long and I resort to calling him by his full name. This works. BubTar wakes easily, as always, but it takes both of us to rouse KayTar today. Josh dresses her in the dark, then tube feeds her. She can't bear any light in the morning, none at all. BubTar dresses himself, I dress myself, and then I fix KayTar's breakfast, which she eats at school. Soon enough it is time for the hair fixing assembly line, followed by shoes, backpacks, and out the door. We're a little off schedule when we leave the house at 7:22, because KayTar needed a last minute dose of Albuterol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;7:50am&lt;/span&gt; Home from drop off. I pull on shorts and a tank top and head for the recumbent bike. The first 5 minutes are horrible, I continually bargain with myself over when I can stop. Once my heart rate speeds up, I feel better and make it a whole half-hour. Then I pop a bagel in the toaster and get in the shower. After my shower I put cream cheese on my bagel (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;strawberry, if you are curious&lt;/span&gt;) and sit down to eat it and write the first portion of this post. Then, of course, I check in on Twitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:00am&lt;/span&gt; Time for school work. I have two chapters in my Composition II text to read. I alternate reading my text with checking in online periodically. It keeps me motivated. I have a second cup of coffee. I watch the PowerPoint lecture for the week and complete a quiz. I call the Texas HHSC to clarify our instructions on the kids' CHIP renewal paperwork. My estimated wait time is 4 minutes. The on hold music is ridiculously loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;10:27am&lt;/span&gt; My cell phone alarm rings right after someone answers my call. Time to go get KayTar. I put on my shoes while I talk on the phone, quickly get my question answered and I'm out the door. In the car line, I read a book, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Becoming a Doctor&lt;/span&gt;. KayTar is crying when I get her, she is cold. Outside. In Texas. At home I have to get her a hoodie immediately. She is a weird kid sometimes. She plays XBox and drinks Pediasure while I make more phone calls to her surgeon (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;about g-tube replacement&lt;/span&gt;), her ENT (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;about hearing tests&lt;/span&gt;), and a pediatric special needs dentist in our area. I have to leave messages at all three places. I watch the President's address and try to corral KayTar into watching it. She is not into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;11:30am&lt;/span&gt; Try to talk KayTar into taking a nap with me, it is a no go. "But Mom, PLAYING is much more fun than NAPPING." Maybe for you, kid. I start a load of laundry and straighten up the living room. The ENT's office calls me back to get some information and tell me they will call again tomorrow. I finish sweeping and mopping, and remember to call the neuro-ophthalmolgist to see if they have received KayTar's medical records. I leave another message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;12:08pm&lt;/span&gt; Lunchtime for me, leftover spaghetti from my parents. Yummy. Play with KayTar for a good while and then read through her Brain Quest cards with her and realize that she needs a harder deck. Give her a popsicle (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I have a theory that she has been self-medicating with popsicles, keeping her glucose up, which is why she hasn't had an episode, KNOCK ON WOOD&lt;/span&gt;), turn on Max and Ruby, and remember that laundry I started earlier. Better take care of that. I watch a little ER and fold laundry while KayTar watches the Fresh Beat Band and dances around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:32pm&lt;/span&gt; My cell phone alarm goes off, time to pick up BubTar. In the car, I read and listen to KayTar chatting with Isabella (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;EYE-sa-bella, her imaginary friend&lt;/span&gt;). BubTar had a great day, as always. He checked out his first books from the library, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dwarf Planets&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Electricity&lt;/span&gt;. They made banners for their reading groups today, his banner/team name wasn't chosen (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Mushroom Martians, they really looked like mushroom aliens!&lt;/span&gt;), but he is proud of his work regardless. I like that he colored his banner red, seeing as the Mushroom Martians (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;or "Marsians" as he spelled it&lt;/span&gt;) were on Mars. We get home and it is snack and TV time for the kids and homework time for me, I have to finish a take home lab for Chemistry that I put off over the weekend. I fill out the calendar for Josh for the week, medications, activities, who needs baths when, that sort of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4:00pm&lt;/span&gt; I play some Fusion Frenzy on the XBox  with my favorite little guy, then I start getting ready for class. I tube feed KayTar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:10pm&lt;/span&gt; Josh gets home. We exchange notes on the kids. Give kisses and I'm out the door. Almost. KayTar calls me back because I forgot to give her a hug with her kiss. I swing by Taco Bell for dinner, a chicken quesadilla and diet Dr. Pepper. I eat while driving and finish up in the parking lot at school. I manage to read a couple pages of my book, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:45pm&lt;/span&gt; My chem lab partner and I are the first group to finish our assignment and I head home, pleased that I stayed conscious through lecture. My teacher likes to read from the book and she only makes notes on the chalkboard occasionally. I don't learn well this way, I have to write to learn, to be in motion, so her lecture style creates a perfect environment to be overtaken by a nap. I have to stop by the grocery store on the way home, we're running low on some staple items. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;9:30pm&lt;/span&gt; I get home, put away groceries and peel my clothes off, it is definitely time for pajamas. I pour myself a glass of wine and Josh and I settle in to watch Hell's Kitchen. After Hell's Kitchen, I watch a few episodes of Forensic Files in bed while Josh plays a computer game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;11:59pm&lt;/span&gt; I publish this post and tuck myself into bed. Goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;What about you? 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