<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058</id><updated>2011-07-09T05:28:25.987+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>127</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-1557675408244758869</id><published>2009-05-19T08:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T08:28:42.645+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What's happening</title><content type='html'>It has been ages since I have written.  I have 3 blogs and I've been avoiding them, not because I really am avoiding it, but because I have been extremely busy.  Since the beginning of March till the end of April there has been a party every week which I attended, not mentioning the boys birthdays were also between the loads of parties.  Then on top of everything there were sick kids and I've been sick too.  Things have been on hold.  I have been trying to book my learners for the past month or so, but had no luck.  I eventually got hold of them on Monday in which I was given a date to come in to book.  I thought I'd be able to book over the phone.  Apparently not.  Grrrrr, just my luck, so come Tuesday 26th I'll be standing in line to book my learner, what fun.  The nerves are getting the better of me.  I know I should study, but I still don't feel like it is real.  Is it, mmm it must be.  Well enough of me, some knews about the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are growing so big.  Caydon turned 3 in April, time really does pass us by quickly.  He is just too cute.  He has this pose which is just adorable.  To get it I just ask him where is my sexy boy and you get this 'me sexy boy' and a pose.  It is just adorable makes me want to kiss him loads.  With the boys being sick so much I realised that Caydon has not had his last injection the measels one.  I hope he still can get it.  His dad was suppose to take him when I was away, but when he went they told him to come a different day.  It was not possible and he forgot to mention it to me.  I didn't ask or think to look at the clinic card until the other day when I was looking for some info.  Grrr I feel like a bad mom for not noticing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jarid is improving so much his speach is still a struggle and some words aren't that clear, but they are so much clearer then they use to be.  He is overcoming his shyness, even though he is still a bit shy, but his teacher says that she is sure he will overcome it by the end of the year.  He does gymnastics which he loves.  I have to find another activity for him, not sure what to do.  I was hoping to start him with swimming lessons again when the weather gets warmer, just to find a teacher.  Other then that he is doing so well.  Sending him to a different school has really helped my baby.  His behaviour has changed so much, we still at each other throats, but not as much and I am not stressed about it like I use to be.  I get loves and cuddles all the time from him and I have not heard once that he doesn't want me as a mommy anymore or that he is going to find a different mommy.  I can't believe that in 2 years time he will be starting Grade 1, where does the time go to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm off to put a movie on for Caydon, yip he is still at home with me.  Till next time, can't promise it will be any time soon, but hope to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-1557675408244758869?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/1557675408244758869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=1557675408244758869&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/1557675408244758869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/1557675408244758869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#1557675408244758869' title='What&apos;s happening'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-7169392668420532008</id><published>2009-03-01T21:04:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T21:24:40.998+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Jarid</title><content type='html'>Today is my oldest baby's birthday.  Jarid turned 5 today.  Where does the time go.  I can't believe how quickly he has grown. Though he turned 5 he really wants to be 7, not sure what is so special about the age 7, but yip that is the age my son wants to be.  His morning started with mommy asking him whose birthday is today and then climbed into bed with him holding him and kissing him all over and singing happy birthday to him.  He was all full of smiles.  After all the hugs,kissess and singing he said to me mommy I am a big boy now hey.  Aww aren't they just too cute.  Well he really loves his gift.  This child is not really into toys, just computer games, xbox games, so it is difficult to find something for him.  Well after much discussion with his father we decided to get him a PSP and boy oh boy is he over the moon about his 'baby laptop'.  He loves it.  He is so excited that he can watch movies and play games on it and he can even take it places, so no more getting bored in the car while driving long distance.  It was a gift well spent.  He is also excited that he can sit in bed and play or watch a movie.  He now wants us to put music on for him, so that will be the next step.  Aww, my baby is getting big.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My prayer for you my son on your 5th birthday&lt;br /&gt;Is that God will watch over you every day&lt;br /&gt;That he will guide me as a mother to be the best mom that I can&lt;br /&gt;That he'll light up the path on which you walk&lt;br /&gt;And when you stumble be there for you&lt;br /&gt;Like he is there for me.&lt;br /&gt;My boy, may your birthday be filled with happiness and joy&lt;br /&gt;May each hour spent be an hour that will last forever&lt;br /&gt;May your wishes and dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;And may you forever be the little star you are&lt;br /&gt;We love you very much&lt;br /&gt;and forever will love you&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Big Boy,&lt;br /&gt;From Mommy, Daddy and Caydon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-7169392668420532008?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/7169392668420532008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=7169392668420532008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/7169392668420532008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/7169392668420532008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#7169392668420532008' title='Happy Birthday Jarid'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-8428143701837492780</id><published>2009-02-06T21:49:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T07:51:43.641+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Jarid's Week At School</title><content type='html'>Jarid had a fabulous week at school.  He woke up all full of smiles.  He was playful and very energetic.  When we go and fetch him, he is happy, before he was miserable.  Crying, moaning and just extremely moody.  He enjoys the 'homework' that he gets and can't wait to get to school.  He is a little shy, but really likes his teacher.  He was all excited that on Friday he had tuckshop and could buy sweets.  This week they learnt decipline and had we had to leave them at the front door so they could go to the classroom by themselves.  They have a book at the front desk where you sign them in and out.  Jarid was so excited to have to do that.  He told me when we fetched him that it was fun.  This teaches them to be independant and seen as he is that sort of child it was so something that was meant for him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I tell you that we had for the first time since school started a good week with Jarid.  He is not fighting with us as much when we ask him to do something then he does it.  He doesn't moan or fight with us, I think once out of the whole week we had a rough day and even then it wasn't as bad as it usually is.  I am so happy my boy is in a place where he can be happy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homework he got:&lt;br /&gt;A list of words he had to learn&lt;br /&gt;learning the difference between birthday and born&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he had to do some activities like catch and throw a ball.  Jump on one leg and star jumps.  He really enjoyed that, not to mention that mommy also got to do a bit of exercise.  hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that is all for now.  Mommy just did her exercise and needs to go and take a nice relaxing bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time have a great weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-8428143701837492780?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/8428143701837492780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=8428143701837492780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/8428143701837492780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/8428143701837492780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#8428143701837492780' title='Jarid&apos;s Week At School'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-722134994788278074</id><published>2009-02-03T20:24:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T20:29:40.105+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SYia6Z8_7VI/AAAAAAAABa4/Hbva5eMFl0o/s1600-h/Set.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SYia6Z8_7VI/AAAAAAAABa4/Hbva5eMFl0o/s200/Set.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298655289791212882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you might have read, we decided that for the interest of Jarid we took him out of the school he was in and put him in a school which has a prober Grade RR class.  I'll tell you more about it in a seperate post for now my Grade RR or Grade 00 boy in his school uniform.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-722134994788278074?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/722134994788278074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=722134994788278074&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/722134994788278074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/722134994788278074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#722134994788278074' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SYia6Z8_7VI/AAAAAAAABa4/Hbva5eMFl0o/s72-c/Set.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-3274164884820671224</id><published>2009-02-02T20:23:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T20:53:07.598+01:00</updated><title type='text'>School, No Night Nappy &amp; Weight</title><content type='html'>Jarid started his new school today.  He was so excited in the morning.  He could not wait to go to his new 'big' school.  He carried his toiletries to the car and then again to the classroom and gave it to the teacher.  Normally he will shy away and make me or his daddy do it, but he did it this time.  He wasn't even interested in giving me a hug and a kiss, he was making his way to the mat where the other kids were sitting.  The teacher had to tell him to say good bye to me.  He hugged me and kissed me.  He was so chuffed with his school clothes.  He was a 'big' boy he said, but to mommy he is still my little boy.  When we went to fetch him the teacher told me that he was very happy and fitted in as if he was there from the begining. He even sat longer on the floor reading his book and we had to wait for him.  It was so nice seeing how calm he the class was him just relaxing enjoying pictures from a book.  He did however refuse to say good bye to the teacher.  When asked if he enjoyed school his highlight of today was playing with the chicken.  I must also admit that he wasn't moody when we go and fetch him.  When I went to fetch him from the other school I had a consistant moody child, but he came home today like a new little boy.  I know it is still too early to tell, but I do think we had made the right decision and the best one to.  I did take pictures, but you'll have to wait for Wordless Wednesday to get a view of Jarid in his school clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We moved the boyz to their own room now that it is all done.  I put a waterproof sheet their beds.  It was Caydon's first night without the nappy and seen as we had 15 days dry nappy I decided it was time to say good bye to the nappy.  My heart broke into little pieces as this is the last baby thing I could have held onto and now my baby is getting big.  On the up side though we had a dry bed this morning, even Jarid's bed was dry.  Caydon is getting too cute though, he too wants to go to school, but mommy still needs a little more time of him with her.  I now have to make 2 lunches one for Jarid and one for Caydon.  Caydon found a small bag that Jarid use to use and has now made it his.  He puts anything and everything in it for 'school' and also wants his water bottle and juice to go in it.  So when we take Jarid to school his bag also makes a trip and home again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well something about mommy.  She has been trying to loose weight now for over a year, it has been a rough road.  Up and down on the diet.  She has eventually found something that works for her.  If you interested in reading about mommy's journey down this difficult road you can go to her new &lt;a href="http://weightchllenge.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; and read up on it there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is all for now, till next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-3274164884820671224?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/3274164884820671224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=3274164884820671224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/3274164884820671224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/3274164884820671224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#3274164884820671224' title='School, No Night Nappy &amp; Weight'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-4083735534041449549</id><published>2009-02-01T19:33:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T20:47:25.608+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Room For The Boyz</title><content type='html'>A few months ago we discovered that Jarid carpet beneath his bed was soaked.  It was smelling mouldie.  We pulled up the carpet and as we pulled it up the board that was underneath it all came up it was rotten.  We moved the boyz to our room as they were forever sick, mostly Jarid.  After moving them to our room they did not get sick again.  As the cement was also wet and mouldie we had to wait for it to dry to see where the water was coming in.  Just before Xmas we got someone to come and have a look.  As we are renting we had to wait for mantainance to come and sort the problem out which they could only do after Xmas.  They came and ripped the rest of the old wood away and put laminating flooring down.  Found that because the room is leveled with the outside ground that the water was seeping in from the ground and through the walls.  They have put a waterproof protection on the cement and wall.  Then will be digging all around the wall and putting a waterproof paint outside around the boyz room.  So things are looking up.  We were able to move them into their rooms tonight.  Here is what it looks like.  It was a pity I didn't take before picture, but might have somewhere, will have to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah found before Pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SYX1yFqfXbI/AAAAAAAABY4/SLFMvG0yJ7Y/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SYX1yFqfXbI/AAAAAAAABY4/SLFMvG0yJ7Y/s200/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297910777533914546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SYX1x_oLphI/AAAAAAAABYw/C347H-eIA2Q/s1600-h/Picture+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SYX1x_oLphI/AAAAAAAABYw/C347H-eIA2Q/s200/Picture+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297910775913621010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SYX1xmpOrfI/AAAAAAAABYo/CrD4ut6CaZM/s1600-h/Picture+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SYX1xv-_RVI/AAAAAAAABYY/bDfSotb7yAQ/s200/Picture+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297910771714311506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTER PICTURES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SYX5zXJnCKI/AAAAAAAABZw/9XdJLzgT_5Q/s1600-h/090130_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SYX5zXJnCKI/AAAAAAAABZw/9XdJLzgT_5Q/s200/090130_0002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297915197454223522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SYX5zQm80BI/AAAAAAAABZo/85CIe1SrFto/s1600-h/090130_0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SYX5zQm80BI/AAAAAAAABZo/85CIe1SrFto/s200/090130_0003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297915195698237458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SYX5SHHlefI/AAAAAAAABZg/HXlrxqYE_Cw/s1600-h/090130_0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SYX5SHHlefI/AAAAAAAABZg/HXlrxqYE_Cw/s200/090130_0006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297914626215082482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SYX5SNRBhCI/AAAAAAAABZY/gbUhjvcGVQI/s1600-h/090130_0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SYX5SNRBhCI/AAAAAAAABZY/gbUhjvcGVQI/s200/090130_0009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297914627865281570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SYX5SLDpLQI/AAAAAAAABZQ/h4ZWNmuVI_k/s1600-h/090130_0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SYX5SLDpLQI/AAAAAAAABZQ/h4ZWNmuVI_k/s200/090130_0010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297914627272289538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SYX5R3modWI/AAAAAAAABZI/EQohEwHylng/s1600-h/090130_0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SYX5R3modWI/AAAAAAAABZI/EQohEwHylng/s200/090130_0016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297914622050334050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SYX5R7dyhJI/AAAAAAAABZA/8XWgD3Gxi78/s1600-h/090130_0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SYX5R7dyhJI/AAAAAAAABZA/8XWgD3Gxi78/s200/090130_0024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297914623086986386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SYX7k2UO98I/AAAAAAAABao/CgUuCumxn-Q/s1600-h/090131_0026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SYX7k2UO98I/AAAAAAAABao/CgUuCumxn-Q/s200/090131_0026.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297917147145500610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SYX7k_sxFbI/AAAAAAAABag/zVF95owsMVY/s1600-h/090131_0027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SYX7k_sxFbI/AAAAAAAABag/zVF95owsMVY/s200/090131_0027.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297917149664318898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SYX62u8WZ4I/AAAAAAAABaY/Ju5L6VfMTdg/s1600-h/090131_0028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 130px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SYX62u8WZ4I/AAAAAAAABaY/Ju5L6VfMTdg/s200/090131_0028.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297916354892294018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SYX62QO9u6I/AAAAAAAABaQ/gl36Mr4DCeo/s1600-h/090131_0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SYX62QO9u6I/AAAAAAAABaQ/gl36Mr4DCeo/s200/090131_0029.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297916346648869794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SYX62cf_NeI/AAAAAAAABaI/mtt6eDIQ9rk/s1600-h/090131_0030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SYX62cf_NeI/AAAAAAAABaI/mtt6eDIQ9rk/s200/090131_0030.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297916349941495266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO PICTURES OF JARID, CAYDON UNFORTUNATELY WAS HAVING HIS NAP IN THE LOUNGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SYX62XN0U7I/AAAAAAAABaA/Zrtd3Smaxpg/s1600-h/090131_0031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SYX62XN0U7I/AAAAAAAABaA/Zrtd3Smaxpg/s200/090131_0031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297916348523107250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SYX62S6O4tI/AAAAAAAABZ4/klbZo5PCryE/s1600-h/090131_0032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SYX62S6O4tI/AAAAAAAABZ4/klbZo5PCryE/s200/090131_0032.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297916347367219922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-4083735534041449549?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/4083735534041449549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=4083735534041449549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/4083735534041449549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/4083735534041449549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#4083735534041449549' title='A New Room For The Boyz'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SYX1yFqfXbI/AAAAAAAABY4/SLFMvG0yJ7Y/s72-c/Picture+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-2566356275571246125</id><published>2009-01-28T07:36:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T07:40:56.074+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SX_9UlGtOMI/AAAAAAAABYQ/7Nrlxe-6foo/s1600-h/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SX_9UlGtOMI/AAAAAAAABYQ/7Nrlxe-6foo/s200/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296230216810444994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you will go through for your brother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-2566356275571246125?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/2566356275571246125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=2566356275571246125&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/2566356275571246125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/2566356275571246125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#2566356275571246125' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SX_9UlGtOMI/AAAAAAAABYQ/7Nrlxe-6foo/s72-c/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-6595938215370154647</id><published>2009-01-27T10:42:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T11:06:31.067+01:00</updated><title type='text'>So Life Goes On</title><content type='html'>Jarid is still in his old school, but life still goes on and we work through this week.  So far we had 2 good days as Jarid knows that there will only be 3 days left of his 'baby' school and he'll go to 'big' school.  He is excited about wearing uniform and his attitude has really been different the last 2 days.  We have the days of the week up on the wall and before bed time we take that day off just so he knows that soon he will be done.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Jarid's teacher told me that she would not move Jarid to the older group, because of his speech.  As Jarid went to the Speech Therapist (his speech is so much better and he is understood a lot more) she told me that it would be best if he was in the older group. When I told the principal that Jarid will be leaving at the end of the week and told her what I felt especially due to Jarid having the speech problem and not emotionally being ready that I feel Grade R (if he couldn't be in a proper Grade RR) would be better and she agreed with me.  She then agreed to put Jarid in her class (Grade R).  She then said she can take one of the other younger kids (seen as Jarid was overlooked)out of her class and move them in to the younger group.  I didn't feel happy about that, because I just felt that it was not going to be fare on the parent that has have their child in that group already and then her child gets moved, because of me not being happy.  There has already been 2 kids that have left the school, 3 when Jarid leaves and a few mom's who are unhappy, but can't really do anything, because the schools are all full for the Grade RR class.  It is sad as Jarid has to leave a good friend behind, but I said to the mom that we must keep in contact and that we must make play dates for our kids.  Jarid will really love that.  I am sure I am making the right decision for my child and I am so happy with the choice of school I decided to go with.  It was not my first choice, but still a good choice.  I really loved the environment when I went there.  It was warm and so relaxing.  Maybe I went on a good day, but the kids really had nice manners and they were laughing and joking.  It really was lovely and I am sure that Jarid will love it.  As a mom now I feel calm as if a weight has been lifted from me.  Jarid is happy and has been happy now in the morning for 2 days can't wait to go to 'big' school.  We wrote a letter explaining our feelings and what we felt would be best for Jarid.  Daddy has even fell inlove with the new school.  He was very impressed when he went in the morning to pay for the first term's school fees.  So now we wait for the days to go by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had a demo at the school today for Playball.  I am so going to phone them and let Jarid go.  He was so excited and enjoyed every moment of it.  He came to ask me after it was done if he could do it.  His new school is not going to be doing playball, so we might have to do it as an after school thing, but we will see.  He might like the gymnastics for his age too.  He diffenately needs to do physical stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it is time to sign off and do a bit of work then off to fetch Jarid from school and go and buy his school stuff.  Excitement all around this side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-6595938215370154647?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/6595938215370154647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=6595938215370154647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/6595938215370154647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/6595938215370154647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#6595938215370154647' title='So Life Goes On'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-1238487214478966745</id><published>2009-01-24T08:21:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T08:42:24.549+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough complaining some happy moments</title><content type='html'>Ok for the last few days, weeks, months, I have been going on and on about Jarid.  Most Jarid at least.  Well here is some news about Caydon.  He is doing really well going to the potty, oh no wait toilet, yip that is correct I said toilet.  Does not use the inside toilet seat or a step.  He climbs on the toilet by himself and will do a wee and a poo, the potty has gone bye bye.  Well things just gets better and better.  On Wednesday when Caydon woke up in the morning his nappy was dry.  He goes to bed at 8pm and wakes up round about 7am.  So I put the exact same nappy on that night, Thursday Morning he wakes up and once again a dry nappy.  I put it on him again that night, Friday a dry nappy, so I think ok well let me just put the same nappy on and see how things goes.  I put it on again last night and once again a dry nappy.  Now I am thinking, mmm maybe it is time to throw the nappy away completely and see how things go from there, but also think I will leave him in the nappy for another week and see how things go.  At the moment the boyz are sleeping in our room while we wait for them to lay down the laminating flooring.  They have just put the water proof coating underneath due to water seeping in to their room.  Then once that is done then we can move them back in.  Probably by next week we will be able to get them settled in their room.  Four months is way too long for them to stay in our room and there is a time in a mommies moment where even though she loves them to bits she needs her space and her rooooooooooooom.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well mommy is feeling so much better today and seeing the excitement on Jarid's face and him mentioning he is going to 'big' school makes me smile.  He can't wait.  It is going to be a very, very long weekend, but we will get through it and then we can work on getting things settled for him and see how his attitude goes.  Every now and again he will say mommy I am not going to be by the babies anymore hey.  Shame my little big boy is growing up too quickly.  I wish I could keep him forever little, but I guess there is a time when you just have to let them grow.  The more I read up on his new school, the more excited I get and happy I feel that I am making the right choice.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have also decided to keep Caydon home this year and next year and then when Jarid goes to grade 1 we will send him to the same school.  There is a lot of activities at the new school that Caydon will love and I am sure I will meet parents who will have kids around Caydon's age who I will get to know and then can make play dates with.  Also Daddy and I spoke and this is the year that I work on getting my learners I have the books now to just renew my id book and book my learners so I can try and get my drivers as soon as possible.  I am sure this will be a good year.  Hold thumbs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-1238487214478966745?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/1238487214478966745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=1238487214478966745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/1238487214478966745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/1238487214478966745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#1238487214478966745' title='Enough complaining some happy moments'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-3633192177631483549</id><published>2009-01-23T09:44:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T15:49:47.091+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tearful and Sad</title><content type='html'>So today on our way to school.  Jarid made it very clear he did not want to go to school.  He does not like the school.  He says he is bored.  He is not a baby and he is with the 'babies' (3-4 year olds).  He then asked me if he could go to a different school.  That was a shocker to me, because we never spoke about moving him out of the school in front of him.  He didn't ask to stay with me, just to go to a different school where he can have friends.  Now it is not that he does not have friends, because he does play with a boy at the school.  I spoke to his teacher about it and told her about Jarid's attitude.  She then told me that Jarid is too young to go into the next level and is emotionally not ready.  Can that do with the fact he does not fit in at that school and needs a different structure?  That is what I am feeling.  I use to look after kids (teach them).  I had a group of 2 to 4 year olds.  As soon as they turned 4 I told the parents to find a place for them.  Last year Jarid never mentioned leaving until recently.  He wasn't happy there, but he never asked to leave and he loved his teacher.  This morning instead of saying you going to school.  I sat down and asked him questions.  Why don't you like the school?  Because I'm bored and the children are babies.  Do you like the teacher?  Yes I do, but I don't like the small children.  Now Jarid is not a physical child, he isn't a child who likes to play a lot.  He is a child that likes to read books and write.  It is  a tough decision.  I don't find any fault in the school, because I don't know what they are going to be like yet.  Yes there is new owners and it is run differently and is no longer a montesorri school in which I had put Jarid in, it is run like other schools.  My problem is that Jarid is not happy.  In the mornings he will leave me and go and play with the other kids, he doesn't cling to me and want me to stay, even though he says he is bored at the place.  My mind is confused I tell you.  I have phoned schools but unfortunately they are either booked or they don't take grade 00, so I am stuck.  I can't take him out and keep him home, because the whole thing of not having enough friends is still going to be there and in fact he won't have any friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update:  I found a place to put Jarid into Grade 00 (Grade RR).  It is not far from the college and I like what I see.  I am feeling more relaxed and feeling very happy.  It is actually going to be so cute.  Jarid will be wearing a uniform.  Gives me a sense of freedom of not having to worry about what will I put on him tomorrow.  Life made a little simpler.  Mommy's mind is at ease.  Jarid is excited, because he is going to 'big' school and is going to be wearing a uniform like big children.  LOL aren't they just too cute.  Well now to relax and enjoy the weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-3633192177631483549?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/3633192177631483549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=3633192177631483549&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/3633192177631483549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/3633192177631483549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#3633192177631483549' title='Tearful and Sad'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-677380289092028624</id><published>2009-01-21T20:32:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T20:48:42.568+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What To Do</title><content type='html'>Today School Started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jarid started at a Montesorri.  The principal who ran it left in April last year and there was a new principal.  Then the 3-4 year (then my son's teacher) old groups teacher left shortly after the principal and another teacher took over.  Both the principal and teacher left at the end of last year.  We have a new principal (also teaches the Grade R's) and a they have a new teacher too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 5 - 6 year olds where in one group.  The school is no longer being run as a montesorri school and is going to be run differently.  Mmm how, well the 3-5 year old are going to be in one group and the Grade R's are going to be seperated from the 5 year olds.  When I got a letter on Monday saying that they look forward to seeing Jarid at school and his teacher is going to be A and she will be the Junior teacher, I was so confused.  I expressed my feelings to my husband and asked a lot of questions with people telling me that my 5 year old should really be in Grade 00.  Well I thought ok I'll just take him and see how things go and will see what happens.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got there I met a 'friend' who's son started there today to.  Her son is 4 days younger then my son and found that he was with the Grade R's.  I thought twice, why was my son with the younger group and not in the older group with his age group.  When I went to fetch Jarid from school I went to ask the principal and explained the whole situation.  She then explained that she only took the 4 older kids who are turning 5 soonish, because originally she was only going to take the 6 year olds, but due to the fact that she needed 4 6 year olds to complete her class so she would be able to register she took the 4 oldest.  I explained that Jarid is older then the one little boy.  She then said she doesn't know how she didn't see that and does not know how they could have missed it.  Anyway she explained that the few that are in her class are still going to be there next year and will repeat Grade R again.  Errmmm not sure if I want Jarid to do 2 years of Grade R, I think I'd prefer if he does a proper Grade 00 structure and then moves over to Grade R.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in 2 minds, do I keep him where he is?  Let him stay in the 3 to 4 year old group and then let him move over to the Grade R class or do I take him out and put him in a school that will let him focus on the Grade 00 class.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are only 2 teachers and I think there are 20 in each group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now the Question is What Do I Do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-677380289092028624?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/677380289092028624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=677380289092028624&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/677380289092028624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/677380289092028624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#677380289092028624' title='What To Do'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-5987522147106215522</id><published>2009-01-20T17:17:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T17:29:59.695+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SXX5sPblmbI/AAAAAAAABYE/moTvl5-IFR4/s1600-h/fishtankcinaons_090113_0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SXX5sPblmbI/AAAAAAAABYE/moTvl5-IFR4/s200/fishtankcinaons_090113_0013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293411475495688626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting it up early have to get Jarid ready for school tomorrow.  Where does the time go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys and I made cinnabons last week, it was yummy.  Fun making and fun eating.  Then I had a vitual tea party with a friend in Ireland.  She also made them on the same day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-5987522147106215522?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/5987522147106215522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=5987522147106215522&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/5987522147106215522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/5987522147106215522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#5987522147106215522' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SXX5sPblmbI/AAAAAAAABYE/moTvl5-IFR4/s72-c/fishtankcinaons_090113_0013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-5787429144535427634</id><published>2009-01-19T09:46:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T10:02:03.668+01:00</updated><title type='text'>TWO DAYS LEFT THEN HOLIDAYS ARE OVER</title><content type='html'>I think the holidays has been way too long, but enjoyable non the less.  Jarid and I have had some ups and downs, but over all it was truly joyful spending more time with him.  Caydon also enjoyed having his brother home.  Before I use to nag them to stop fighting would have to punish them every time when they faught, but these holidays things changed tremendously.  Jarid became protective over his little brother and they had formed even a stronger bond then what they had before.  Together they looked for something to drive me insane.  Caydon is going to miss his big brother in the mornings while he is at school, but I am sure he will wait in anticipation for his big brother to come home.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping Caydon for another year home, well at least for another few more months before I send him to school.  We will see half way through the year how the undies and toilet goes then I might send him.  Also I find he is still so tiny or it is just me not ready to cut the strings and let him grow up yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jarid starts on Wednesday a fresh with a new teacher.  Both the principal and Jarid's teacher had left at the end of last year.  Jarid is very excited that he will be getting a new teacher and that he is moving up closer to the bigger class, because then (he says) he'll soon go to big school.  Though 90% of the time he is not interested in school.  He really does not like school.  He'd rather be at home.  He is an observer, he sits in the corner and will watch the other kids play and not play with them.  I think Caydon will be different, he will be on the go all the time looking for new things to do.  Where does the time go.  As a child I remember I couldn't wait to grow up, time seemed to stand still.  Remember watching the clock in the classroom tick away and me wondering when will it be home time, this teacher is boring or this subject sucks, now I wish time would stand still even just for a day, as adults you really see things differently to what you use to as a child.  Come 2011 my first baby will be going to Grade R.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it is back to doing the washing and cleaning this house for now  Have A Great Day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-5787429144535427634?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/5787429144535427634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=5787429144535427634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/5787429144535427634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/5787429144535427634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#5787429144535427634' title='TWO DAYS LEFT THEN HOLIDAYS ARE OVER'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-2367162769076359733</id><published>2009-01-17T22:15:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T22:47:57.183+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty Training and Weeing In The Bed</title><content type='html'>With both boyz as babies I use to hold them over the potty before bathing them and then afterwards too.  With Jarid he was easy to potty train and things ran smoothely.  With Caydon I started the begining of last year, but he was just not interested in it.  He faught me and faught me on the whole weeing in the potty.  I then left him, but every day persisted and would ask him if he wanted to wee in the potty and he'd reply NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.  Well winter came and I decided to lay off the potty during that cold time, though I prepared him during the time.  I kept the potty around at all times.  Even though he had a nappy on I'd tell him that he needed to wee in the potty.  He was still strong willed that he will not wee in the potty.  I thought that was it, this child of mine will never be potty trained.  September came and I tried again, I managed to get him on the potty and when he asked for something I decided to say you wee on the potty I give you youghart, you wee in the potty mommy will do this.  Sometimes it worked sometimes it didn't.  As it got warmer we put up the kiddies pool and Caydon wanted to swim.  I told him he can swim if he wee's and poos in the potty.  First there was a no, then when he saw Jarid swimming he also wanted to have fun, so without me asking him or bugging him one day he just brought me the potty and showed me he did a wee and a poo, yip both at the same time.  We went to throw it in the toilet and said bye bye poo, which we do every time he does a poo and he pulls the lever.  I keep his potty close by and when he needs to use it he runs to it and does his business then brings it to me to clean.  He now goes to the shop in undies and will ask to wee.  I thought I was going to have problems with him using the 'big toilet'.  At first he looked and asked for his potty, then I told him that his potty is at home and he needs to use the big toilet, because we can't go home.  He looked at me and asked for his nappy, even though I did have one just in case.  I told him I did not have a nappy.  I thought for sure he was going to throw a tantrum, but then he decided he couldn't hold that wee in any longer and let me hold him on the toilet.  Now all he wants to do is sit on the toilet.  We had one of those seats you put in the toilet, but it broke and I haven't had a chance to replace it, so for now I just hold him.  He is loving wearing undies like his big brother.  He was even more thrilled that one of his undies has bugs on it.  He loves bugs.  Caydon is day time potty trained as soon as the boyz room is completed and they move into there, I'll be removing Caydon's night nappy.  Wish me luck when that time comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note though WHAT DO I DO?  IS THIS NORMAL FOR MY ALMOST 5 YEAR OLD TO BE WETTING HIS BED?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Jarid I used the tap as a means for him to wee in the potty, but am now finding that he wees in the bed something I just cannot shake off.  We have one or two nights that are good, then the rest he wees.  I have had to stop his intake of liquid at 3:30pm.  If he drinks anything after that he wees in the bed.  People have told me to see what he drinks.  If he drinks a lot of juice he'll wee in the bed, I cut the juice to one 300ml a day which he gets at lunchtime the rest of the day he drinks water.  A friend even told me that milk can make him wee if he has too much, but he gets 250ml in the morning with his cereal and nothing after that.  I know if I drink a lot of water it makes me want to go to the toilet a lot and I assume it is the same with kids, but is it good to cut the childs liquid intake at 3:30pm?  It is summer and he is thirsty by 5pm.  Sometimes stopping the intake of liquid doesn't even help, because sometimes he will still wee in the bed.  People say wake him up twice during the night and take him to the toilet.  It does not help.  Once we did it 3 times and still by 7am when we get up his bed is wet.  He is a fast sleeper and seems to sleep through anything and everything, but has become such a problem and I am so tired.  I am going to be taking the night nappies off Caydon soon so gonna have double bed trouble, though the other night Caydon woke up and asked to wee on the potty.  I took his nappy off and put him on the toilet and he wee'd, so holding thumbs it might be a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Jarid.  I tried the rewarding chart for not weeing and taking something away if he does.  The rewarding chart didn't help and only made him have nightmares and he'd wake up crying saying he wee and now he can't get a sticker.  It was heart breaking so I thought the rewarding chart should only be used for certain things.  I also felt that it was just too much for him.  He is only 4 and too many things he had to get to be rewarded, so I took the weeing in the bed off the chart.  I also decided not to take anything away from him if he kept on weeing.  I decided to leave it and rather find another means.  Someone told me that I should let him wash his bedding every time he wee'd, make him feel what it felt like when mommy had to do it.  I just think that is cruel fo a 4 year old, maybe a teenager, but not a little boy.  He still needs to be a little boy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told to give him a pkt of salty chips to eat at 7ish before bedtime, but I am against them from eating anything that shouted out luxury, maybe it is worth the try though I guess.  I guess time will tell.  Now it is off to bed for me.  Sleep well all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-2367162769076359733?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/2367162769076359733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=2367162769076359733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/2367162769076359733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/2367162769076359733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#2367162769076359733' title='Potty Training and Weeing In The Bed'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-7270694778174111151</id><published>2009-01-14T10:16:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T10:18:52.794+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SW2tz2hC4HI/AAAAAAAABXw/h6xX9idexh8/s1600-h/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SW2tz2hC4HI/AAAAAAAABXw/h6xX9idexh8/s200/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0034.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291076243549249650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My oldest Son.  I know I have his picture up already, but I just love this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Wordless Wednesday  Everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-7270694778174111151?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/7270694778174111151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=7270694778174111151&amp;isPopup=true' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/7270694778174111151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/7270694778174111151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#7270694778174111151' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SW2tz2hC4HI/AAAAAAAABXw/h6xX9idexh8/s72-c/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-820039873350357157</id><published>2009-01-09T13:47:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T16:32:35.307+01:00</updated><title type='text'>More Holiday Picture</title><content type='html'>Jarid loves clothes, so if I buy him a new top or pants he is willing to pose for me.  Moments like these I wish I had a little girl and had all the cute dressess to dress her up in, but I tell you never new how much fun one can have with a boy who loves clothes.  I actually forgot about these tops I had bought for them.  Jarid found them and then was all in a fun mood saying, take pictures of me mommy, take pictures of me.  I decided to do something different and took the boyz for a walk in their new tops.  Errrm what a mission it was with Caydon he was all over the place, it is a good thing that where we stay is safe, but still I had to watch him, so didn't land up with that many pictures as I hoped so.  You can see a few up on top the cowboy style and here are some more.  Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first four of the boyz where taken in the field just outside our house.  The grass is long and brown, though I didn't let them go in too far in fear of snakes. We get puff adders here so was not going to take that chance, especially with Caydon who loves creepy crawlies and will pick up anything that creeps.  Jarid was not in the mood to have his picture taken here.  He said it wasn't a nice place, so I didn't push him.  I just went with his flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWdqkJem87I/AAAAAAAABXQ/lJvwxNgvNV8/s1600-h/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWdqkJem87I/AAAAAAAABXQ/lJvwxNgvNV8/s200/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289313456622072754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWdpuFBYIhI/AAAAAAAABXI/k6Mpvhgd8lE/s1600-h/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWdpuFBYIhI/AAAAAAAABXI/k6Mpvhgd8lE/s200/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289312527712789010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWdpuOH-OhI/AAAAAAAABXA/lpqeZqXm0gI/s1600-h/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWdpuOH-OhI/AAAAAAAABXA/lpqeZqXm0gI/s200/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289312530156370450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWdptw3oCSI/AAAAAAAABW4/zXFAr14vZF8/s1600-h/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWdptw3oCSI/AAAAAAAABW4/zXFAr14vZF8/s200/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289312522303179042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a distance away these were taken.  It was a gravel parking area, which the boyz had fun playing there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWdptlCdEqI/AAAAAAAABWw/VdWhUBfz1sE/s1600-h/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWdptlCdEqI/AAAAAAAABWw/VdWhUBfz1sE/s200/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289312519127372450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWdptULwTCI/AAAAAAAABWo/I_R0NHzr7EI/s1600-h/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWdptULwTCI/AAAAAAAABWo/I_R0NHzr7EI/s200/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289312514602978338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWdoqdQvmFI/AAAAAAAABWg/s12XuEKUeGU/s1600-h/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWdoqdQvmFI/AAAAAAAABWg/s12XuEKUeGU/s200/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289311365988587602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWdoqQ8VSpI/AAAAAAAABWY/3Tkd7CfPF5U/s1600-h/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWdoqQ8VSpI/AAAAAAAABWY/3Tkd7CfPF5U/s200/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289311362681752210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Jarid found this area which was just across the road from where we were.  He was all mommy look I am a farm boy and Caydon was no cows, no horses, not farm.  The went on like that for awhile it was too cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWdop_p6-TI/AAAAAAAABWQ/lsK65kbrqzk/s1600-h/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWdop_p6-TI/AAAAAAAABWQ/lsK65kbrqzk/s200/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289311358041127218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWdop8wgEhI/AAAAAAAABWI/UWjfKAkbwGc/s1600-h/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWdop8wgEhI/AAAAAAAABWI/UWjfKAkbwGc/s200/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289311357263417874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWdopaqPLhI/AAAAAAAABWA/XchSNnsjYz8/s1600-h/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWdopaqPLhI/AAAAAAAABWA/XchSNnsjYz8/s200/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289311348110339602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWdneFifw7I/AAAAAAAABV4/9OSl1nKaPM0/s1600-h/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWdneFifw7I/AAAAAAAABV4/9OSl1nKaPM0/s200/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289310053950538674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWdndyYYKFI/AAAAAAAABVw/3PfQFOcVOa0/s1600-h/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWdndyYYKFI/AAAAAAAABVw/3PfQFOcVOa0/s200/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289310048807823442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWdndeNwoCI/AAAAAAAABVo/iE69NQEpCB8/s1600-h/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWdndeNwoCI/AAAAAAAABVo/iE69NQEpCB8/s200/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289310043394580514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWdncYLlriI/AAAAAAAABVg/AcYeMjf3A18/s1600-h/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWdncYLlriI/AAAAAAAABVg/AcYeMjf3A18/s200/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0028.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289310024594992674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWdnbWzA-CI/AAAAAAAABVY/B-XL63h5LPM/s1600-h/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWdnbWzA-CI/AAAAAAAABVY/B-XL63h5LPM/s200/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0034.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289310007043618850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then made our way to the bell tower where Jarid insisted on going.  Here are some shots of them playing there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWdmdWqhJQI/AAAAAAAABVQ/0IRumk6WdYM/s1600-h/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWdmdWqhJQI/AAAAAAAABVQ/0IRumk6WdYM/s200/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0036.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289308941856089346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWdmdJkO0xI/AAAAAAAABVI/t-IYbWLVS8Y/s1600-h/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWdmdJkO0xI/AAAAAAAABVI/t-IYbWLVS8Y/s200/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0047.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289308938340061970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWdmcmZyeKI/AAAAAAAABVA/iALm6APPo2E/s1600-h/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWdmcmZyeKI/AAAAAAAABVA/iALm6APPo2E/s200/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0058.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289308928901019810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWdmcPdQCoI/AAAAAAAABU4/eQm-U--omOI/s1600-h/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWdmcPdQCoI/AAAAAAAABU4/eQm-U--omOI/s200/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0061.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289308922741525122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWdmbNKZ3SI/AAAAAAAABUw/W25ho94DbNQ/s1600-h/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWdmbNKZ3SI/AAAAAAAABUw/W25ho94DbNQ/s200/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289308904945736994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoyed these holiday pictures, please come again for more holiday pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-820039873350357157?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/820039873350357157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=820039873350357157&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/820039873350357157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/820039873350357157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#820039873350357157' title='More Holiday Picture'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWdqkJem87I/AAAAAAAABXQ/lJvwxNgvNV8/s72-c/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-8919314441139718801</id><published>2009-01-08T07:57:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T08:12:18.916+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye Xmas</title><content type='html'>Last night the tree came down, much to Jarid's dismay and tears.  Why mommy, why must the xmas tree be put away.  He was really heartsore he wants to leave the tree up forever, because it is such a pretty tree mommy.  I must admit it is so heartsore taking down the tree after it only being up for a few days.  The work one puts decorating it just for those few days, but I know it is worth it.  Making Xmas exciting for the kids just to see their priceless smiles and joy of Xmas.  Caydon then says bye bye shismas.  It was too cute.  Now back to letting Jarid enjoy his holidays and try and find someone who knows when school starts.  Till next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-8919314441139718801?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/8919314441139718801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=8919314441139718801&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/8919314441139718801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/8919314441139718801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#8919314441139718801' title='Bye Bye Xmas'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-586933040070783411</id><published>2009-01-07T11:48:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T11:55:18.274+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy Child</title><content type='html'>Last night before going to sleep I woke Jarid up to go to the toilet.  Anyway he woke up and went without a fuss.  I went to switch off the dinning room light and came back to find him weeing on the seat instead of inside the toilet.  I had a good chuckle for awhile.  This morning when we woke up I asked him if he remembers what he did last night.  He replied wee'd on my bed.  When I told him that he wee'd on the toilet seat he would not have it.  He says I am silly.  Then I told him to go and ask daddy.  He laughed and said it is funny, but he still did not wee on the seat.  If only I had thought of snapping a picture to show him.  LOL thinking about it now it would have made a good 21st picture with the saying my first drunken moment.  Don't worry he was not drunk, just sleepy.  hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-586933040070783411?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/586933040070783411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=586933040070783411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/586933040070783411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/586933040070783411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#586933040070783411' title='Sleepy Child'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-9113045812760921964</id><published>2009-01-07T09:20:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T10:06:10.885+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Worldless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWRooIo_rzI/AAAAAAAABUo/isdRa6Qw3qM/s1600-h/090103_0113+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWRooIo_rzI/AAAAAAAABUo/isdRa6Qw3qM/s200/090103_0113+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288466901163290418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strawberry Picking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/autolink.php?owner=JaridCaydon&amp;postid=07Jan2009&amp;meme=ww"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-9113045812760921964?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/9113045812760921964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=9113045812760921964&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/9113045812760921964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/9113045812760921964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#9113045812760921964' title='Worldless Wednesday'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWRooIo_rzI/AAAAAAAABUo/isdRa6Qw3qM/s72-c/090103_0113+-+Copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-6517918624551853645</id><published>2009-01-05T08:25:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T10:32:41.393+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Another Day</title><content type='html'>Ok so today is just another day.  Nothing planned, nothing to do.  Daddy started work today or at least had a few things he needed to do something in that line.  The gardener is cutting the grass so both boyz are inside as he leaves the gates open and Caydon has become a wonderer so no playing outside for the time being.  It looks like it is going to be a pretty hot day today.  Well I guess I should carry on with our Xmas story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you of our Xmas Eve day, it was a totally nightmare.  Anyway things got better.  We went and got pizza it was a whole build up for Xmas a special meal.  The boyz then bathed and went to bed.  In no time were they asleep.  While sleeping I brought all the wrapped gifts and put it under the tree.  Unfortunately I could not wrap the bikes so I just put towels over them.  Now I sat and tapped my fingers while I waited for the boyz to wake up.  I tell you waiting can be a pain when you want to see them open their gifts.  I got my camera out and checked the settings and the batteries.  Then to bye some time went and bathed.  Checked up on the kids who were fast asleep I almost thought that when it hit 12 am they would still be asleep, unfortunately Jarid woke up wet.  He wet the bed (something I am trying to work on, which we succeed most days and have the odd days).  He was most unhappy and sad, because he felt that he wasn't going to get any gifts because he wee'd in the bed.  I stayed calm and told him that it was an accident.  I then realised that the bed was not wet.  He had actually gotten up to go to the toilet but did not make it to the toilet and assumed that he had wet the bed.  LOL I then got him dressed in the clothes I laid out for him.  After he was dressed I let him sit on the bed and then woke up Caydon.  Oh my what a nightmare.  He was not a happy chappy.  I dressed him and then daddy played jingle bells.  Jarid's eyes went wide and shouted mommy santa is here, santa is here.  I told them to go and look and wow the smiles on their faces when they saw the gifts under the tree.  Then Jarid realised that we had forgotten to put milk and cookies under the tree for santa.  He wanted to know if we left them there now if santa would come back and fetch them.  I had to think of something to say.  Then I told him that santa would not be able to come back, because he has to go and give lots of other little kids their gifts and that I am sure santa is happy he didn't get some more cookies and milk as he must be so full already from all the cookies and milk that he got from the other little kids houses.  Then I got a 'oh mommy you silly, santa needs to eat and drink a lot now so that when he sleeps during the year he won't wake up too early and think that it is Xmas.'  Where do kids come out with things like this.  It just amazes me the stories they come up or more like solutions to why Santa does not come every day.  I'm not complaining  I love it.  Well I guess I should add some more pictures of the night they opened their gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWG_asMxYHI/AAAAAAAABRQ/SafyuAa96CE/s1600-h/Xmas_081224_0068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWG_asMxYHI/AAAAAAAABRQ/SafyuAa96CE/s200/Xmas_081224_0068.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287717902771904626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little unsure reindeer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWG_aZ8RRXI/AAAAAAAABRI/LEVBGmRUETk/s1600-h/Xmas_081224_0071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWG_aZ8RRXI/AAAAAAAABRI/LEVBGmRUETk/s200/Xmas_081224_0071.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287717897870853490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWG_aXrMO8I/AAAAAAAABRA/za0qLsmMGPA/s1600-h/Xmas_081224_0078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWG_aXrMO8I/AAAAAAAABRA/za0qLsmMGPA/s200/Xmas_081224_0078.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287717897262349250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh worm.  Caydon loves bugs, spides and worms, well actually he loves any creepy crawly.  He has been stung 4 times by a bee, bitten 3 times by a spider and still he will pick them up.  4 days ago he picked up this spider which looks huge.  Not sure if it is dangerous, but it sure looks scary.  Aaaarrrggg.  Well we bought him a worm world and Jarid got the Ant Farm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWG_aG7T6AI/AAAAAAAABQ4/vIkgd2exJqc/s1600-h/Xmas_081224_0082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWG_aG7T6AI/AAAAAAAABQ4/vIkgd2exJqc/s200/Xmas_081224_0082.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287717892766558210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh bucket and spade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWG_Z7zTUOI/AAAAAAAABQw/4ZWIjfUC9Sw/s1600-h/Xmas_081224_0084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWG_Z7zTUOI/AAAAAAAABQw/4ZWIjfUC9Sw/s200/Xmas_081224_0084.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287717889780175074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah army men, alot of small toyz to be left lying around and trampled on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWHJS0QyyXI/AAAAAAAABUY/QA8_SFffJ9s/s1600-h/Xmas_081225_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWHJS0QyyXI/AAAAAAAABUY/QA8_SFffJ9s/s200/Xmas_081225_0001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287728762613582194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caydon Playing with Jarid's Xbox steering wheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWHJS13Hu4I/AAAAAAAABUQ/9X09siGk5R0/s1600-h/Xmas_081225_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWHJS13Hu4I/AAAAAAAABUQ/9X09siGk5R0/s200/Xmas_081225_0002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287728763042773890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jarid driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWHJSnodA1I/AAAAAAAABUI/akTDBw8g4K0/s1600-h/Xmas_081225_0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWHJSnodA1I/AAAAAAAABUI/akTDBw8g4K0/s200/Xmas_081225_0005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287728759223157586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh a tank, Jarid is into army things at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWHJSs6wWZI/AAAAAAAABUA/GYTvNIwqi2s/s1600-h/Xmas_081225_0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWHJSs6wWZI/AAAAAAAABUA/GYTvNIwqi2s/s200/Xmas_081225_0007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287728760642099602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caydon was in heaven when he saw what he got.  He loves cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWHJR5_IaYI/AAAAAAAABT4/XONjwBH-CoM/s1600-h/Xmas_081225_0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWHJR5_IaYI/AAAAAAAABT4/XONjwBH-CoM/s200/Xmas_081225_0010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287728746970245506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh a gun, just what I wanted.  I am usually against guns.  I hate them with a passion, but seeing my child pick up everything and anything to use as a gun I decided to rather teach him safety about it then prevent him from playing with it.  I have laid out rules about the toy gun.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWHGbsvNalI/AAAAAAAABTw/9vLWuo-sZUM/s1600-h/Xmas_081225_0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWHGbsvNalI/AAAAAAAABTw/9vLWuo-sZUM/s200/Xmas_081225_0011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287725616677612114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caydon also got one, though he is not into it, it is more for daddy to play with Jarid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWHGbS6JeGI/AAAAAAAABTo/TXT0awuV4jo/s1600-h/Xmas_081225_0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWHGbS6JeGI/AAAAAAAABTo/TXT0awuV4jo/s200/Xmas_081225_0013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287725609744169058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See that smile on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWHGbS34bEI/AAAAAAAABTg/Wr7uNkJp16k/s1600-h/Xmas_081225_0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWHGbS34bEI/AAAAAAAABTg/Wr7uNkJp16k/s200/Xmas_081225_0015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287725609734663234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh our bikes.  As you can see Caydon already wants to 'ride'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWHGa6120FI/AAAAAAAABTY/vKvgRJZyjy0/s1600-h/Xmas_081225_0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWHGa6120FI/AAAAAAAABTY/vKvgRJZyjy0/s200/Xmas_081225_0016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287725603283718226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see Jarid rather prefers to test out his gun then take his bike for a ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWHGaxSoJiI/AAAAAAAABTQ/xTe2Ulwo5zE/s1600-h/Xmas_081225_0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWHGaxSoJiI/AAAAAAAABTQ/xTe2Ulwo5zE/s200/Xmas_081225_0017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287725600720037410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caydon decided to also test out his gun or more like explore it.  Mmm what is this thing how does it work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWHFuP2QyvI/AAAAAAAABTI/MIdUJlCxZyo/s1600-h/Xmas_081225_0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWHFuP2QyvI/AAAAAAAABTI/MIdUJlCxZyo/s200/Xmas_081225_0022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287724835828452082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok here is another story.  Tasha our dog also got a gift wrapped up biltong.  She sniffed it and then decided that now was not the time to be eating that stuff so she jumped on the couch and sat there watching as the kids enjoyed themselves.  Though she could not keep her eyes open as you can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWHFsMlRVrI/AAAAAAAABTA/BamHe3BHb2Y/s1600-h/Xmas_081225_0025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWHFsMlRVrI/AAAAAAAABTA/BamHe3BHb2Y/s200/Xmas_081225_0025.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287724800592139954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWHFryd255I/AAAAAAAABS4/VzGpyEsH734/s1600-h/Xmas_081225_0030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWHFryd255I/AAAAAAAABS4/VzGpyEsH734/s200/Xmas_081225_0030.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287724793581725586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWHFrfamCLI/AAAAAAAABSw/nKjYKSKSthQ/s1600-h/Xmas_081225_0031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWHFrfamCLI/AAAAAAAABSw/nKjYKSKSthQ/s200/Xmas_081225_0031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287724788467763378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast asleep in doggie dreamland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWHFrEXT4fI/AAAAAAAABSo/vazcCKWzj4c/s1600-h/Xmas_081225_0032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWHFrEXT4fI/AAAAAAAABSo/vazcCKWzj4c/s200/Xmas_081225_0032.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287724781206233586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caydon prefers his cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWHEys2SwrI/AAAAAAAABSg/ixlspj3v3IQ/s1600-h/Xmas_081225_0034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWHEys2SwrI/AAAAAAAABSg/ixlspj3v3IQ/s200/Xmas_081225_0034.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287723812821058226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Testing the tank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWHEyF5PRbI/AAAAAAAABSY/32d5Z45jVkM/s1600-h/Xmas_081225_0037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWHEyF5PRbI/AAAAAAAABSY/32d5Z45jVkM/s200/Xmas_081225_0037.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287723802364429746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me try the gun again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWHExmjxkmI/AAAAAAAABSQ/iUdykeNhBKY/s1600-h/Xmas_081225_0040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWHExmjxkmI/AAAAAAAABSQ/iUdykeNhBKY/s200/Xmas_081225_0040.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287723793952903778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the sandpit waiting for the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWHExs5xmfI/AAAAAAAABSI/uVAYJHmHKOw/s1600-h/Xmas_081225_0044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWHExs5xmfI/AAAAAAAABSI/uVAYJHmHKOw/s200/Xmas_081225_0044.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287723795655793138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the best gift of all a box to sit in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWHExQ8GtTI/AAAAAAAABSA/jndZneib21I/s1600-h/Xmas_081225_0047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWHExQ8GtTI/AAAAAAAABSA/jndZneib21I/s200/Xmas_081225_0047.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287723788149372210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my truck and cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWHDx-LupYI/AAAAAAAABR4/8uQ0n55sWuc/s1600-h/Xmas_081225_0048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWHDx-LupYI/AAAAAAAABR4/8uQ0n55sWuc/s200/Xmas_081225_0048.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287722700782871938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jarid playing with daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWHDx2OcAFI/AAAAAAAABRw/W9XwNu5ypSc/s1600-h/Xmas_081225_0052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWHDx2OcAFI/AAAAAAAABRw/W9XwNu5ypSc/s200/Xmas_081225_0052.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287722698646749266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caydon playing with daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing in our sandpit which daddy made part of our xmas gift after xmas lunch at our anty Tessie's place (mommy's sister).  I didn't feel like taking picture, but do regret it now.  I should have.  I took the camera, but didn't take anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWHDxiJsPQI/AAAAAAAABRo/z17Dj2fKehU/s1600-h/Xmas_081225_0054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWHDxiJsPQI/AAAAAAAABRo/z17Dj2fKehU/s200/Xmas_081225_0054.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287722693258132738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jarid playing in the sandpit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWHDxqnCLuI/AAAAAAAABRg/V69BbGpps6k/s1600-h/Xmas_081225_0056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWHDxqnCLuI/AAAAAAAABRg/V69BbGpps6k/s200/Xmas_081225_0056.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287722695528689378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caydon playing in the sandpit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWHDxe3rC2I/AAAAAAAABRY/1TZFxPuu3yw/s1600-h/Xmas_081225_0060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWHDxe3rC2I/AAAAAAAABRY/1TZFxPuu3yw/s200/Xmas_081225_0060.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287722692377250658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother's playing together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that rounds off our Xmas day.  Hope you all had a fantastic day until next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-6517918624551853645?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/6517918624551853645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=6517918624551853645&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/6517918624551853645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/6517918624551853645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#6517918624551853645' title='Just Another Day'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWG_asMxYHI/AAAAAAAABRQ/SafyuAa96CE/s72-c/Xmas_081224_0068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-7976644916513098226</id><published>2009-01-04T10:31:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T12:32:42.220+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Preparing for Xmas</title><content type='html'>On the 23rd December we put up the tree and made a letter box for Santa's letter to go in.  Then Jarid sat down and wrote his letter to Santa.  After he wrote his letter he put it in the letter box.  He then asked me if Santa comes twice one to fetch his letter and then again to bring him gifts and if so won't it take him a long time to get here the second time around?  I had to think quickly.  So this is what I told him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa has little helpers these little helpers are called elves.  Some of the elves help santa make the toys and some collects all the letters for Santa.  Santa then reads all the letters and before Xmas brings the children all over the world gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Clever little monkey then says to me how does Santa read all the letters?  Does he read fast).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm I really had to think fast on that one so I carried on telling him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That santa does not get the letter and put it down and waits for later like we sometimes do, he opens his letter straight away and reads it and because he only gets one page it is easier for him to read lots of letters quickly.  He then sends the letter to the toy elves who then looks at the letter and if they have the toys you want they wrap it up and put it in the sleigh for Santa to make his way on Xmas Eve to deliver it to all the children while they are asleep.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jarid then told Caydon that they must go to bed so that the elf can come and fetch his letter.  They both climbed into bed with no fight and were asleep in no time.  The next morning Jarid woke up and went straight to the letter box where he found his letter was gone and two sweets which he said that one was for him and one was for Caydon.  I thought it to be too cute for him to have to share the sweets especially seen that he only had two, but he did.  He was very excited.  The whole day he asked me when is father xmas coming and I kept on telling him when it is dark and all the little children is asleep.  As soon as it got dark, he was bathed and in bed asleep he couldn't wait to see presants under his tree, but that will be another story for now I am going to sign off and go and make me a cup of coffee.  Enjoy the pictures until next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCDg_rSAwI/AAAAAAAABPI/d7-dHjs8UE8/s1600-h/Preparing+for+Xmas_081223_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCDg_rSAwI/AAAAAAAABPI/d7-dHjs8UE8/s200/Preparing+for+Xmas_081223_0002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287370565404984066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy Helping Jarid put the star on the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCDYNqLdTI/AAAAAAAABPA/liY3Z3QIoO8/s1600-h/Preparing+for+Xmas_081223_0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCDYNqLdTI/AAAAAAAABPA/liY3Z3QIoO8/s200/Preparing+for+Xmas_081223_0012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287370414539633970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jarid holding his xmas ball before putting it on the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCDYAAn3jI/AAAAAAAABO4/Oc35wsAid0Y/s1600-h/Preparing+for+Xmas_081223_0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCDYAAn3jI/AAAAAAAABO4/Oc35wsAid0Y/s200/Preparing+for+Xmas_081223_0014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287370410875674162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting his xmas ball on the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCDXyLcbWI/AAAAAAAABOw/us_Rxex9tLk/s1600-h/Preparing+for+Xmas_081223_0019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCDXyLcbWI/AAAAAAAABOw/us_Rxex9tLk/s200/Preparing+for+Xmas_081223_0019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287370407162965346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caydon holding his Xmas ball with his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCDXl5uByI/AAAAAAAABOo/BnaUdwKW9HA/s1600-h/Preparing+for+Xmas_081223_0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCDXl5uByI/AAAAAAAABOo/BnaUdwKW9HA/s200/Preparing+for+Xmas_081223_0024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287370403867395874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCDXVvOixI/AAAAAAAABOg/YRdCgtlhTzI/s1600-h/Preparing+for+Xmas_081223_0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCDXVvOixI/AAAAAAAABOg/YRdCgtlhTzI/s200/Preparing+for+Xmas_081223_0029.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287370399528422162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCC2f_5ZLI/AAAAAAAABOY/4bWiluqx8IU/s1600-h/Preparing+for+Xmas_081223_0031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCC2f_5ZLI/AAAAAAAABOY/4bWiluqx8IU/s200/Preparing+for+Xmas_081223_0031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287369835347010738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jarid smiling at his brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCC2PPxTyI/AAAAAAAABOQ/qXQJMHv9GbM/s1600-h/Preparing+for+Xmas_081223_0033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCC2PPxTyI/AAAAAAAABOQ/qXQJMHv9GbM/s200/Preparing+for+Xmas_081223_0033.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287369830850187042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A kiss for my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCC1ofkxiI/AAAAAAAABOI/MM2NeoVIm7M/s1600-h/Preparing+for+Xmas_081223_0034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCC1ofkxiI/AAAAAAAABOI/MM2NeoVIm7M/s200/Preparing+for+Xmas_081223_0034.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287369820447491618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Envelope in which santa's letter goes in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCC1V7_QYI/AAAAAAAABOA/-VzIT1byGfE/s1600-h/Preparing+for+Xmas_081223_0036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCC1V7_QYI/AAAAAAAABOA/-VzIT1byGfE/s200/Preparing+for+Xmas_081223_0036.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287369815466393986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The letter Jarid wrote to santa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCC1FgFCUI/AAAAAAAABN4/Mp90O8xxWIY/s1600-h/Preparing+for+Xmas_081223_0037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCC1FgFCUI/AAAAAAAABN4/Mp90O8xxWIY/s200/Preparing+for+Xmas_081223_0037.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287369811054364994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa's letter box in which we post the letter in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-7976644916513098226?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/7976644916513098226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=7976644916513098226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/7976644916513098226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/7976644916513098226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#7976644916513098226' title='Preparing for Xmas'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCDg_rSAwI/AAAAAAAABPI/d7-dHjs8UE8/s72-c/Preparing+for+Xmas_081223_0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-2807976667309283840</id><published>2009-01-02T20:42:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T21:12:33.420+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaarrrggghhh</title><content type='html'>I have been having some hassles trying to log into blogspot.  It is one pain and by the time I want to post something I have something else I want to post which makes me fall behind.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been a downhill for me and Jarid.  I have no idea what has gotten into him, but it started a few month ago where he just became this rude little boy.  I try and stay calm and not scream, but I end up snapping and making matters worse.  I try walking away and closing even locking the door so we aren't at each others throat all the time.  Where has my nice little boy gone.  Jarid will be 5 the 1st of March and I feel like he'd rather not have me around at all.  He is so angry and I have made a list of the possible things it could be and then I work on those areas, but still he is angry and snaps.  Having daddy around has helped, because he gets to see what I am talking about, but not only that it has been nice to not be the bad mom who punishes all the time, though that still did not help with Jarid's outburst of being angry towards me.  Just before Xmas actually it was Xmas eve.  He was fighting with his brother Caydon, pushing and hitting him.  I asked him to stop but he carried on.  I spoke and asked him in a calm gentle way to please stop hurting his brother, but he refused and by the 3rd time I punished him and put him in the corner.  You'd think the corner would work, but he was there for a long time and he went on terribly with me.  For Xmas we made a letter box where we put our letter to santa in which Jarid had written the night before.  I then came up with the idea that maybe if I told him that I was telling Santa that he is not being a good boy then he must take some of the gifts back that Jarid asked for.  I thought maybe this would work, but it did not, he went on and on with me, to a point where he told me he hated me and wished I was not his mother.  I could not believe what was coming out of his mouth and it made me wish I had a little girl, though not to say I would have been treated any differently.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things went on like this for well over an hour.  It got so bad that I even threatened to give him a hiding something I am so against.  He got up out of the corner and told me he is leaving and is going to find another mommy.  He wanted to phone my sister to come and fetch him.  I was so made at this point, so angry but I was trying to stay calm for Caydon's sake as he was getting upset and crying for his brother.  He didn't like what he was seeing and has ever since that day been waking up crying.  I was so made that I closed the door and told him to go.  But I kept a close eye on him.  I then told his father to go and talk to him.  To get him inside, because what must the neighbours think even though we are on a secure campus.  I just felt really like a bad mother and that is what I felt others would think of me.  Eventually he came in, but he was still fuming and still would not talk to me and began to spit and hit me.  Again I told him to stop, that eventually I told him to go to a different room and calm down and when he has done that and is willing to say sorry to me then he can come and talk to me, but I really did not like what he was doing and it was hurting me.  It did not work.  He just kept on and on and on.  I was in tears I felt like it was going to be the worse Xmas, a day I wanted to be special for my boyz.  I almost went as far as to take the tree down for Xmas, but I instantly reminded myself I have two kids and it was not fare to punish the one for what the other one does.  My heart was breaking.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually daddy took him aside again and spoke to him.  He then calmed down and came to say sorry which was a mission for him.  I sat on the floor and looked at him and he said he was not saying sorry.  I wanted to get up and go and do something with Caydon and he moaned I want to say sorry, but he didn't and he played this came, but the 3rd time I stopped playing his game and got up and went to play with Caydon in another room.  It was the hardest thing to hear your son so angry towards you and you have no idea why he is being like that.  Time and time again I ask myself why am I a mom to boyz, for surely I am not a boyz mom.  I somewhere do something wrong, but yet I am a boyz mom.  Would life be different if I had girls or even a girl.  Would there still be this anger that rages in my 4 year old?  Question I keep asking myself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things were good for 2 days after that day, but then he started up again.  I told his dad to take him out the house take him for a drive just get him away from me for 5 minutes and this time I did absulutely nothing.  He must have just woken up on the wrong side of the bed.  I got up to make them breakfast and he was shouting at me all I said was morning to him.  I didn't even punish him as he did not do anything.  Then the hitting and spitting started followed with a I hate you.  I told his dad to take him now.  I just felt I was going to snap and 'kill' my son.  I would never do a thing like that, never no matter how made I am, I'd rather walk away and take the banging on the door then lash out.  I didn't put him in the corner his dad took him as quick as possible and when they got back he came straight away and apologised to me.  No one told him to apoligised he just did it.  So far so good he has not had one of those raging moments and I hope he does not, because I miss that sweet little boy that he is.  To be a mom is a blessing to treasure forever.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am exhuasted so think going to sign off untill next time and hopefully I'll be able to post pictures.  Hope this year brings joy to all.  Happy Belated New Year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-2807976667309283840?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/2807976667309283840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=2807976667309283840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/2807976667309283840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/2807976667309283840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#2807976667309283840' title='Aaarrrggghhh'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-194670376039105035</id><published>2008-12-19T12:39:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T18:43:57.315+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Jarid's Concert</title><content type='html'>Jarid's Concert was on the 2nd of December the day they broke up.  Shame he is loosing the principal and his teacher, so the school will be new for him next year with different teachers.  I hope he takes it well.  It is the 2nd time that teachers left so close together and now again.  Aww he looked so cute.  He was very excited.  He loved his role as being just one of the people in bethelehem, though he really wanted to be a sheperd, but non the less he was still happy.  He also got to hand out the programmes which he was a little shy when people kept on asking him questions, but he told me he did a lot. I went to find a costume for him it was going to cost me over R100 for something that was going to be warn for less then an hour, so I went to the material shop and managed to get 2m material and the cords for R30.  Yip mommy made the outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures enjoy seen as I have not posted any for ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEFORE THE CONCERT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SUvWJdWEXSI/AAAAAAAABNw/6NGHUMqRcng/s1600-h/Jarid%27sConcert_081203_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SUvWJdWEXSI/AAAAAAAABNw/6NGHUMqRcng/s200/Jarid%27sConcert_081203_0002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281550446006394146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posing for mommy.  Look at that smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SUvWJAg3CYI/AAAAAAAABNo/je2lusg3pe4/s1600-h/Jarid%27sConcert_081203_0006bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SUvWJAg3CYI/AAAAAAAABNo/je2lusg3pe4/s200/Jarid%27sConcert_081203_0006bw.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281550438267029890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a cute little serious face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SUvWIxG5mbI/AAAAAAAABNg/AJOqlIp5-lA/s1600-h/Jarid%27sConcert_081203_0009misty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SUvWIxG5mbI/AAAAAAAABNg/AJOqlIp5-lA/s200/Jarid%27sConcert_081203_0009misty.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281550434131614130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying a little prayer (actually showing me how he prays).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hall where the concert was held was just across the road from our house which we were able to walk there.  As we were walking along we stopped and I took another picture this is one of my favourites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SUvWIaJQQyI/AAAAAAAABNY/d0toQyWtKZ4/s1600-h/Jarid%27sConcert_081203_0011choc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SUvWIaJQQyI/AAAAAAAABNY/d0toQyWtKZ4/s200/Jarid%27sConcert_081203_0011choc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281550427967472418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreamer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SUvPu31YaRI/AAAAAAAABNQ/ei9bfz1CWKo/s1600-h/Jarid%27sConcert_081203_0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SUvPu31YaRI/AAAAAAAABNQ/ei9bfz1CWKo/s200/Jarid%27sConcert_081203_0014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281543392190818578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher's little helper.  Handing out the program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE CONCERT BEGINS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SUvPusemwdI/AAAAAAAABNI/rFNk1fJOU50/s1600-h/Jarid%27sConcert_081203_0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SUvPusemwdI/AAAAAAAABNI/rFNk1fJOU50/s200/Jarid%27sConcert_081203_0024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281543389142499794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the bethelehem people staying in the Inn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SUvPtw795RI/AAAAAAAABNA/qfIvtLVBj2I/s1600-h/Jarid%27sConcert_081203_0044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SUvPtw795RI/AAAAAAAABNA/qfIvtLVBj2I/s200/Jarid%27sConcert_081203_0044.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281543373159523602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SUvPtZUyl4I/AAAAAAAABM4/U1OUFh6_Jrw/s1600-h/Jarid%27sConcert_081203_0049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SUvPtZUyl4I/AAAAAAAABM4/U1OUFh6_Jrw/s200/Jarid%27sConcert_081203_0049.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281543366821189506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing an action song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SUvPs3EddAI/AAAAAAAABMw/P1Fmhd24s9I/s1600-h/Jarid%27sConcert_081203_0051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SUvPs3EddAI/AAAAAAAABMw/P1Fmhd24s9I/s200/Jarid%27sConcert_081203_0051.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281543357625889794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shame he was at the back of these two girls and the angel kept on hiding him, but I did manage to get some pictures of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SUu_2H7rnNI/AAAAAAAABMo/PU39lWzFpEk/s1600-h/Jarid%27sConcert_081203_0053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SUu_2H7rnNI/AAAAAAAABMo/PU39lWzFpEk/s200/Jarid%27sConcert_081203_0053.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281525924585250002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming off the stage.  Looking for us and when he saw us this was his suprise face.  Well actually he saw mommy, daddy and Caydon were sitting at the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PICTURES TAKEN AFTER THE CONCERT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SUu_17JZBoI/AAAAAAAABMg/f4UlcxeXnsQ/s1600-h/Jarid%27sConcert_081203_0055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SUu_17JZBoI/AAAAAAAABMg/f4UlcxeXnsQ/s200/Jarid%27sConcert_081203_0055.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281525921153091202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jarid and Caydon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SUu_10sDngI/AAAAAAAABMY/S9jjaSPwBgY/s1600-h/Jarid%27sConcert_081203_0056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SUu_10sDngI/AAAAAAAABMY/S9jjaSPwBgY/s200/Jarid%27sConcert_081203_0056.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281525919419440642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proud to be a big brother or more like proud to have the concert over and done with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SUu_1WEvoHI/AAAAAAAABMQ/ae45xk2aYa0/s1600-h/Jarid%27sConcert_081203_0058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SUu_1WEvoHI/AAAAAAAABMQ/ae45xk2aYa0/s200/Jarid%27sConcert_081203_0058.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281525911201489010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SUu_1I17iiI/AAAAAAAABMI/HbvYv9LOHi8/s1600-h/Jarid%27sConcert_081203_0075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SUu_1I17iiI/AAAAAAAABMI/HbvYv9LOHi8/s200/Jarid%27sConcert_081203_0075.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281525907649694242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure his head is not going to fall off, lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-194670376039105035?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/194670376039105035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=194670376039105035&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/194670376039105035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/194670376039105035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#194670376039105035' title='Jarid&apos;s Concert'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SUvWJdWEXSI/AAAAAAAABNw/6NGHUMqRcng/s72-c/Jarid%27sConcert_081203_0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-7334878019292686473</id><published>2008-12-08T10:15:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T10:23:29.235+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boyz Christmas List</title><content type='html'>My days seem to get busier by the day.  I have done a matric ball a photoshoot just before the matric ball, a wedding, small shoots in between and a Graduation which lasted a whole weekend.  What an experience.  Well the boyz have their list so thought I'd put it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jarid's List&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jungle gym (daddy is in the process of building it)&lt;br /&gt;Games&lt;br /&gt;Games&lt;br /&gt;Games&lt;br /&gt;Games  (yip you've read right, that is all he wants is games not just any games, xbox games)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caydon's List&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cars&lt;br /&gt;Cars&lt;br /&gt;Cars&lt;br /&gt;Cars&lt;br /&gt;Bugs&lt;br /&gt;Spiders&lt;br /&gt;more Cars (the things he loves)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it is back to work for mommy, will try and update soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-7334878019292686473?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/7334878019292686473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=7334878019292686473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/7334878019292686473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/7334878019292686473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#7334878019292686473' title='The Boyz Christmas List'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-2091029273969682924</id><published>2008-11-06T08:27:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T20:34:02.373+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Its that time of Year</title><content type='html'>Well it is that time of the year and everyone is getting ready or starting to get ready for Xmas.  Well my question was to the boyz.  What do you want for Xmas?  Jarid wanted everything under the sun and all expensive.  Then I asked him, what is Xmas?  He replied telling me that Xmas is a time when we get lots of gifts.  So I told him a story which I wrote for him.  I have included it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm lets see why do we get gifts on Xmas?  Is it because we just want to give them?  I am gonna tell you a little story about a little Rabbit called Jay.  Jay was a very excited little Rabit, because it was almost that time of the year.  He was excited because every year there was something waiting for him under the tree.  Xmas was coming.  What Jay didn't know was that this year there would not be anything under the tree for him.  He just each day did something nice for his mommy and daddy.  He tried really hard to be good, so he could get his new bike.  His mom felt really bad that Jay Rabbit was being such a good little boy, that she decided to make him a little gift at least then he would have recieved something even if it was something small.  When Xmas day came Jay jumped up from his bed all excited and singing 'Its Xmas, Its Xmas, its time to open the gift, get up mommy, get up daddy, lets open up the gifts.'  Mommy and daddy looked at each other as they dragged themselves out of bed.  'Do you think he will appreciate our gift?  Mommy asked Daddy.'  'I hope so', said daddy.  Jay went to the Xmas tree and did not see his bike, but saw a little box under the tree with his name on it.  He wondered what was inside it.  He wasn't gonna be hurt because like mommy always says it is the thought that counts and he was just happy to get something as a lot of kids don't get any gifts at all.  Mommy and daddy entered the room, looking at each other as Jay knelt down to open his gift.  When he opened it all it was, was a box.  There must be something inside the box thought Jay as he opened it and saw nothing.  He looked at his mom and dad with anger as they tried to explain to him that inside the box was their love for him.  That when ever they were not around all he had to do was look inside and know that they would always be close to him.  What Jay did not see in the box was a picture of the 3 of them together.  All he saw was nothing.  He dropped the box and ran to his room crying.  Telling them what a good boy he was and how he worked hard so that Santa could bring him a bike and all he gets was an empty box.  His mom begun to cry as he worked so hard to make that box special for him, but she did not tell him.  She just silently cried.  His dad was hurt by the way his son had reacted, but this was a lesson they needed to teach him, that you cannot always get what you wish for, no matter how good you are.  Yes you work to earn what you want, but you also learn to accept when you can't get what you want.  His dad went to Jay Rabbits room and sat on the bed, telling him how he hurt his mothers feelings.  How Xmas is suppose to be a day of a wonderful gift, the day Jesus was born.  'Jesus' Jay asked.  'Yes Jesus' Daddy said.  Today is the birthday of Jesus.  You don't celebrate the day because you get gifts.  You celebrate it because you can give just as much as you recieve.  Xmas is a time for giving not only recieving.  You don't have to give gifts to show how much you love someone, the smallest gift as a hug and a kiss is the biggest gift you can give someone, for you show them how much you love them.  Your mom made you that gift with lots of love, she put a lot into it and in return you hurt her feelings.  Jay Rab think about what Xmas means to you.  Does it mean recieving the best gift ever or does it mean recieving the greatest gift of all.  'What is that', Jay asked.  'Well my son, figure it out and when you have then come and tell me' daddy said.  Well a few minutes later Jay walked out his room into the lounge, in his hand he held a card which he gave to his mom and said, mommy I love you, you the greatest gift ever.  His mommy hugged him and pulled him on her lap as she read him the story of the birth of Jesus.  Jay never again wished for the best gift ever, he just wished for the greatest gift ever, always having the love of his parents and every time he felt he was falling he'd look into his little box of love and see his mom and dad and smile for he knew that he was loved and that love would never die or break no matter what happened, but it would last forever, it was a treasured gift that lasted forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jarid really enjoyed the story and now when I ask him what he wants he tells me he wants a little box with love, so mommy will be making a little box for him for Xmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caydon just wants cars.  If you ask him what he wants, it is cars.  So my Xmas list of giving has begun for the boyz.  I'll post the list soon of the things they want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-2091029273969682924?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/2091029273969682924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=2091029273969682924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/2091029273969682924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/2091029273969682924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#2091029273969682924' title='Its that time of Year'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-38060407678167056</id><published>2008-02-18T23:47:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T10:50:47.152+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Way Way Way Tooooooo Long</title><content type='html'>As I type I can feel my eyes going shut.  It has been a long time since I have updated my blog, but life has been busy.  Business has taken off nicely and I am enjoying myself so much.  Work cannot be as much fun as I am having.  Being able to capture the motion of others is so refreshing.  Seeing their happy faces when they get their package is such a blessing.  Well let me start off by saying the boys are getting big, it is amazing how much they have grown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jarid will be four soon. I can't believe how big he has grown. A friend sent me a picture today of when he was a baby. Aww he was so adorable, aaarrrggghhh who am I kidding, he is still adorable and I love every minute with him, even though sometimes I just have to have some mommy alone time. We intend to clash a lot on things.  His speach has come on so nicely. He speaks up a storm now, sometimes you wonder if he can keep quiet for a second. He even speaks in his sleep LOL. He is so excited about his birthday, all his worried about is that he gets a helicopter cake. He will be sharing his birthday party with his cousins. He is looking so forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caydon has grown up so much, but he is still so small. It so does not look like he will be 2 in April. He is getting so cute. Though most of the time he is a handful. He is so different to his brother yet so similar. He is walking and talking. He is a eager beaver, though has a very short concentration .  He imitates his brother all the time, it amazes me how he picks up from him so easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww who am I kidding, I love both boys, they both give me butterflies.  How can it be possilbe to love one child over the next. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the boys fight a lot, but the once they faught so badly it was so difficult to take them apart, but at least we have not had one of those bad ones in a long time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to start keeping this blog up to date, but recently I have been finding myself extremely busy.  Business has been picking up though I do find it difficult to just fit everything in.  Being a work at home mom is difficult.  At least one child goes to school for at least the morning part, but Caydon so does take a lot of work at least he has an hour of sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well recently I did a Valentines Banquet for a High School, it went extremely well, now I sit and wait for the orders to come in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is all for now.  Time to make coffee and relax for a while before I have to trot down to go and fetch Jarid at school.  Awww the beauty of having kids is truly a blessing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-38060407678167056?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/38060407678167056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=38060407678167056&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/38060407678167056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/38060407678167056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#38060407678167056' title='Way Way Way Tooooooo Long'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-369562560784268272</id><published>2007-07-31T07:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T21:50:02.783+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It Has Been Such A Long Time</title><content type='html'>I have not updated in ages. It has been such a busy time. I have been busy with 300 wedding invites, I've been sick and at the moment I am dealing with a sick child. Shame poor Jarid is sick badly. He got the flu and terrible stomach cramps, exactly the same as what Caydon had a few weeks ago. He has been out of school for 2 weeks. It was terrible. I haven't seen this child so sick like I have this past 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe, I saved this as a draft and had not completed this post. I did it with another one, so I had 2 drafts sitting waiting to be finish and posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said it has been a long time since I have posted I have had so much to do. I did a Photo Shoot for a Conference that was held here at the college and then had to finish 300 Wedding Invites that had to get posted to Botswana. Oh I so enjoyed making it. I also did a couple of shoot along the way and as I mentioned above I sat with a sick child for 2 weeks. It was one tough 2 weeks, trying to comfort a sick child, see to a baby Caydon and complete 300 invites, but I am so proud of myself. I managed to accomplish everything. Oh and I managed to do a photo shoot (x2).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else happend in my absense, oh yes Caydon my little baby is walking all over the show. No more crawling. He is walking, I can't believe I have been so concerned I was just about to make an appointment with the Peaditrician when he just pushed himself up from the floor and started walking. Everything came all at once, he pushed himself up into the standing position, started walking, turned around and went the other direction and moved around obstacles. I was like 'boy what is mommy going to write in your baby book? You not leaving me much to fill the page.' I am just so proud he is walking and I don't have anything to worry about. I remember doing search after search after search and reading that prems can take longer to walk, so my boy officially started to walk when he was 15 and half months old. He is also so talkative. OMG, I can so make out a lot of words he says. His favourite being Oh Dear and Teat (milk). He also loves calling his brother and Jajid firth person he looks for in the morning. He has become so cute, but is such a little rebel, ok maybe not rebel, but boy does he know how to get his way. With Jarid things was like a dream when he threw a tantrum he buried his head and you never heard a peep, with Caydon he will scream that people think you are hurting your child. I was so ebarrassed the other day when he wanted a sweet and in my books they are not allowed to eat sweets while we are shopping. I will buy bread rolls and let them eat that and they can drink juice, but never and I mean never do I allow them to eat sweets while we are shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this one day he screamed, didn't want his bread roll he wanted this sweet. I said no and let him scream and carried on toward the till to pay for my good. Now the problem all started when we got to the till and nicely laid out were tons of sweets. Sheesh don't you just hate that? Well this women behind me say. Aww shame he is only a baby give him a sweet. Don't let him scream like that. I turned around looked her in the eyes and said if you are so concerned about him keeping quiet then by all means go ahead and by him a sweet, but while I am pushing this trolley and while I am the mom my rules sticks and if he is not happy with it then he can just scream, but I am not going to let him get his way. I give in today I'll have to give in tomorrow and the next and the next. Well the women called me a cold dog female and she feels sorry for my kids. Caydon isn't so bad anymore and he is happy to eat a bread roll as long as he has something to eat. Yes he has his outbursts, but so far so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I had paid for my goods and walked out the shop another lady came to me and she admires that I have a strong will power and I didn't give in to him and that I am right, that if I give in to him once then I'd have to give in again. I must say the steam inside had become this still calm river. It is so amazing how it can take one person to bring you down and another to bring you up. I was also pleased to see another family the other day in the shop doing what we do with the boys. Give them bread rolls instead of sweets. I walk around the shop and I see these 16 month old babies eating Jelly Tots or Smarties or you know loads of junk and I wonder what if that parent cannot afford it the one day, what then. Yes I make sure I have money for a bread roll, if I know I am not going to have enough, then I bring from home, but either way I will not give in to their demands for sweets. Maybe I am a cruel mom. Maybe I am being strict, but that is me and my kids are happy. When we go to the shop the first thing Jarid will ask for is bread and will go and fetch it and put it in the trolley. I know that they will understand one day that sometimes you can't always get what you want. If I have the money they will get a sweet, but then they will get it when we are out of the shop and not doing shopping and if they were good and not screaming. I honestly hope I have the will power, because as I said Caydon is one tuff little boy and he is persistant in getting his way, that I get so tired at times trying to find away to win the battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What other news do I have. Ermm, I have completed my Photography Course and finishing up the Wedding course. I can't believe it I am so excited. I have my first wedding in December, though I am going to my cousin's wedding this weekend and will try and snap a bit there. I am also now the proud owner to a Canon 30D. I tell you things are looking up and hope they keep looking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are really loads of updates, but as I can see I have written an essay, so this is me saying finally I get time to update the boyz blog. Will try and post some pictures some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way the date is not correct.  The actual date of this post is the 6 September 2007.  Sheesh what a very long time it took me hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-369562560784268272?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/369562560784268272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=369562560784268272&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/369562560784268272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/369562560784268272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#369562560784268272' title='It Has Been Such A Long Time'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-4329869978264355693</id><published>2007-07-14T10:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T21:14:55.704+01:00</updated><title type='text'>When @ A Shopping Mall........</title><content type='html'>You Must Keep Your Eyes On Your Child At All Times?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This really upsets me when people say this. Things happen especially if you have 2 kids. Jarid doesn't often want to sit in a trolley, he wants to walk next to mommy, so what am I suppose to do just dump him in the trolley and have a unhappy child? Yes the world we live in today is not safe. Jarid knows not to wonder away from us, but sometimes it happens when he sees something interesting or he likes, then he will wonder off to it. I often don't see him because I am busy comparing prices or looking to see what ingredients are on the product. He usually stays though in the same aisle as we are in and I never walk away unless he is next to me. But it frustrates me when someone says that parents need to keep a better eye on their kids, until they are in that situation where they do actually loose their child will they not know what it is like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The once I though Jarid went with his father and his father thought he was with me. We eventually found him in another shop (thankfully the people that workded in that shop knew who we were).  I keep an eye on the boys at all time, but it takes a sec for them to disappear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now why am I typing this, well the other day I was doing shopping and Jarid was walking next to me as usual.  I asked him to get the cheese, which he did.  I was standing a ruler 30cm away from him.  He turned around and said mommy and started following someone else after he just put the cheese in my trolley.  When he realised that it wasn't me, he turned around and started crying.  I was right behind him calling him, yet this lady turned to me and told me that I should keep a better eye on my kids because anyone could just snatch them.  It was an honest mistake that my child mistook this women for me and I am a bad mom.  My child loves fetching and putting stuff in the trolley, why must I crash that enjoyment for him just because he mistook someone else to be his mommy.  Jarid and I laughed about it afterwards and I took what she said to heart and make sure that Jarid and Caydon are in my sight as much as possible.  Caydon though I just dump in the trolley.  hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I can say this is my hundreth post, is that how much I chatter away.  hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-4329869978264355693?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/4329869978264355693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=4329869978264355693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/4329869978264355693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/4329869978264355693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#4329869978264355693' title='When @ A Shopping Mall........'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-2940340955287672552</id><published>2007-07-10T11:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T18:13:35.533+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day In The Life Of Jarid</title><content type='html'>Good Morning I am Jarid.  This is me in the morning waking up.  Brrr it is cold I think I'd just stay in bed.  If you are looking for WW, Please Scroll Down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RpNdpjhrDbI/AAAAAAAAA28/ERF2SLaqrl0/s1600-h/01Morning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RpNdpjhrDbI/AAAAAAAAA28/ERF2SLaqrl0/s200/01Morning.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085511372723916210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm I think I better clean my play room, I have Jeandre and Bobo coming over to watch a movie, what loads of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RpNdpjhrDcI/AAAAAAAAA3E/68nPxeTi_4k/s1600-h/02cleanup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RpNdpjhrDcI/AAAAAAAAA3E/68nPxeTi_4k/s200/02cleanup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085511372723916226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched this movie.  I love it.  I can watch it over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RpNdpzhrDdI/AAAAAAAAA3M/V1S986SamOE/s1600-h/03Movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RpNdpzhrDdI/AAAAAAAAA3M/V1S986SamOE/s200/03Movie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085511377018883538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, Jeandre watched another one and Bobo and I went to play outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RpNdcjhrDWI/AAAAAAAAA2U/ezc9x6Vl4xI/s1600-h/04playingoutside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RpNdcjhrDWI/AAAAAAAAA2U/ezc9x6Vl4xI/s200/04playingoutside.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085511149385616738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Jeandre and Bobo left and I went inside, mommy was not happy because I played with the water and wet my slippers and pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RpNdczhrDXI/AAAAAAAAA2c/czPIVK6IZhk/s1600-h/05dirtyshoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RpNdczhrDXI/AAAAAAAAA2c/czPIVK6IZhk/s200/05dirtyshoes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085511153680584050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at me I have no pants on, mommy moaned, but I didn't feel like putting one on.  I am busy getting me some popcorn, chips, biscuits and sweets. yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RpNdczhrDYI/AAAAAAAAA2k/c8mtJQ_lS84/s1600-h/06gettingabitetoeat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RpNdczhrDYI/AAAAAAAAA2k/c8mtJQ_lS84/s200/06gettingabitetoeat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085511153680584066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummy off to go and watch a movie by myself.  I think I'll watch Rugrats go wild again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RpNddDhrDZI/AAAAAAAAA2s/iCNqvuaV2kk/s1600-h/07findingaplacetoeat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RpNddDhrDZI/AAAAAAAAA2s/iCNqvuaV2kk/s200/07findingaplacetoeat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085511157975551378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok didn't watch a movie just sat in the lounge with mommy and we chatted.  Mommy said I must not think that Christmas comes every day, because I did not eat lunch before eating sweets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RpNddThrDaI/AAAAAAAAA20/ITo52ZvJL0E/s1600-h/08contentwithhissnack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RpNddThrDaI/AAAAAAAAA20/ITo52ZvJL0E/s200/08contentwithhissnack.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085511162270518690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to please mommy I went to make me bread.  See how big I am I put my own spreadings on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RpNdGjhrDRI/AAAAAAAAA1s/tCICaD62Cvk/s1600-h/09makingbread.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RpNdGjhrDRI/AAAAAAAAA1s/tCICaD62Cvk/s200/09makingbread.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085510771428494610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love butter, but mommy always makes me put on a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RpNdGjhrDSI/AAAAAAAAA10/UlAZ9tX48b0/s1600-h/10allbyhimself.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RpNdGjhrDSI/AAAAAAAAA10/UlAZ9tX48b0/s200/10allbyhimself.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085510771428494626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have a biscuit and I have bread, this should make mommy happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RpNdGzhrDTI/AAAAAAAAA18/L6kuFqEBWv4/s1600-h/11takingabiteofbiscuit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RpNdGzhrDTI/AAAAAAAAA18/L6kuFqEBWv4/s200/11takingabiteofbiscuit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085510775723461938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummy, my bread taste good.  Butter, Jam and honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RpNdGzhrDUI/AAAAAAAAA2E/mE3pvXUdW60/s1600-h/11yummy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RpNdGzhrDUI/AAAAAAAAA2E/mE3pvXUdW60/s200/11yummy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085510775723461954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating I went to lie down in my bed.  I was not feeling well.  I didn't tell mommy, but this is how she found me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RpNdHDhrDVI/AAAAAAAAA2M/cX_Kn3kX4JM/s1600-h/12havinganap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RpNdHDhrDVI/AAAAAAAAA2M/cX_Kn3kX4JM/s200/12havinganap.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085510780018429266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when I awoke mommy had paint ready for me to paint.  I am making this picture for Aunty Mink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RpNcdDhrDLI/AAAAAAAAA08/4kKW8pzLzIs/s1600-h/13havingfunpainting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RpNcdDhrDLI/AAAAAAAAA08/4kKW8pzLzIs/s200/13havingfunpainting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085510058463923378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The start of my painting, happy faces, because I am happy.  You spread the paint onto the sponge with a plastic knife like butter.  Then you press the sponge onto the paper and look you have a smiley face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RpNcdjhrDMI/AAAAAAAAA1E/ieI1ZxYGK-8/s1600-h/15spreadingthepaint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RpNcdjhrDMI/AAAAAAAAA1E/ieI1ZxYGK-8/s200/15spreadingthepaint.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085510067053857986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RpNcwjhrDQI/AAAAAAAAA1k/jqRj_w1qqw8/s1600-h/14squeesh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RpNcwjhrDQI/AAAAAAAAA1k/jqRj_w1qqw8/s200/14squeesh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085510393471372546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I put smiley faces and cars onto the page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RpNcdzhrDOI/AAAAAAAAA1U/vAPQye4ZD2g/s1600-h/16begining.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RpNcdzhrDOI/AAAAAAAAA1U/vAPQye4ZD2g/s200/16begining.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085510071348825314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I spread purple paint onto a pink butterfly sponge, because butterflies are pretty.  Look can you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RpNceDhrDPI/AAAAAAAAA1c/R3zkWJ3B4EE/s1600-h/17spreadingmorepaint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RpNceDhrDPI/AAAAAAAAA1c/R3zkWJ3B4EE/s200/17spreadingmorepaint.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085510075643792626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RpNcBThrDGI/AAAAAAAAA0U/HgXU7uUo1Lc/s1600-h/18prettybutterfly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RpNcBThrDGI/AAAAAAAAA0U/HgXU7uUo1Lc/s200/18prettybutterfly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085509581722553442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what my finished project looks like.  Isn't it beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RpNcBjhrDHI/AAAAAAAAA0c/nzsmpbYqp3Y/s1600-h/19completedpicture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RpNcBjhrDHI/AAAAAAAAA0c/nzsmpbYqp3Y/s200/19completedpicture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085509586017520754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I played with Caydon and what a mess we made, mommy was not happy she told me to cleanup, but I am so not in the mood to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RpNcBzhrDII/AAAAAAAAA0k/erHqNy7DhNU/s1600-h/20Theendoftheday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RpNcBzhrDII/AAAAAAAAA0k/erHqNy7DhNU/s200/20Theendoftheday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085509590312488066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what mommy says, mommy gets so I cleaned the playroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RpNcCThrDJI/AAAAAAAAA0s/odmVfpUDpS0/s1600-h/21TimetoTidyup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RpNcCThrDJI/AAAAAAAAA0s/odmVfpUDpS0/s200/21TimetoTidyup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085509598902422674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I fed Tasha.  She is my dog, well actually she is mommy's dog, but I claimed her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RpNcCThrDKI/AAAAAAAAA00/eqCF364nsd4/s1600-h/22FeedingTasha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RpNcCThrDKI/AAAAAAAAA00/eqCF364nsd4/s200/22FeedingTasha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085509598902422690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, I think she needs more then that food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RpNbhzhrDBI/AAAAAAAAAzs/N5BoOcvn9YE/s1600-h/23Mmmneedmore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RpNbhzhrDBI/AAAAAAAAAzs/N5BoOcvn9YE/s200/23Mmmneedmore.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085509040556674066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go Tasha come eat your yummy food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RpNbiDhrDCI/AAAAAAAAAz0/-x7d5VDTfq0/s1600-h/24ThatsIt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RpNbiDhrDCI/AAAAAAAAAz0/-x7d5VDTfq0/s200/24ThatsIt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085509044851641378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playtime with Tasha, she ain't she a beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RpNbiThrDDI/AAAAAAAAAz8/8yLHOtCA5ww/s1600-h/25PlayingwithTasha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RpNbiThrDDI/AAAAAAAAAz8/8yLHOtCA5ww/s200/25PlayingwithTasha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085509049146608690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the moment we all don't like, time to go to bed.  So I got a book climbed in and read.  I am reading the Gingerbread Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RpNbijhrDEI/AAAAAAAAA0E/cS4kU9XOXfU/s1600-h/26Readinginbed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RpNbijhrDEI/AAAAAAAAA0E/cS4kU9XOXfU/s200/26Readinginbed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085509053441576002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RpNbijhrDFI/AAAAAAAAA0M/8lQqPPQjM2o/s1600-h/27ReadingInBed2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RpNbijhrDFI/AAAAAAAAA0M/8lQqPPQjM2o/s200/27ReadingInBed2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085509053441576018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;LOL look at Tasha she too wants to listen to the story.  She likes to sleep by my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RpNbNThrC8I/AAAAAAAAAzE/uimRfEGUspQ/s1600-h/28Lookwhoispeepingout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RpNbNThrC8I/AAAAAAAAAzE/uimRfEGUspQ/s200/28Lookwhoispeepingout.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085508688369355714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look Tasha there is the gingerbread man.  Doesn't he look yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RpNbNjhrC9I/AAAAAAAAAzM/XPwBOS1bjjY/s1600-h/29ReadingtoTasha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RpNbNjhrC9I/AAAAAAAAAzM/XPwBOS1bjjY/s200/29ReadingtoTasha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085508692664323026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok mommy I think I am finish can I read another one, but unfortunately mommy did not allow me to, so it was time to go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RpNbNzhrC-I/AAAAAAAAAzU/czZIRcmfB5c/s1600-h/30ReadingtoTasha2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RpNbNzhrC-I/AAAAAAAAAzU/czZIRcmfB5c/s200/30ReadingtoTasha2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085508696959290338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snuggling on mommy's teddy which I claimed, because it is so soft I use it as my pillow.  Getting ready to count sheep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RpNbODhrC_I/AAAAAAAAAzc/sgHSC-k6z0k/s1600-h/31OkTimetoSleepNow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RpNbODhrC_I/AAAAAAAAAzc/sgHSC-k6z0k/s200/31OkTimetoSleepNow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085508701254257650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There must be something I can do before I have to sleep?  Mmm, mommy says no the only think I can do is close my eyes and go and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RpNbOThrDAI/AAAAAAAAAzk/b--41sWPvP0/s1600-h/32I%27mReadyGoodnight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RpNbOThrDAI/AAAAAAAAAzk/b--41sWPvP0/s200/32I%27mReadyGoodnight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085508705549224962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it is Goodnight from me.  Thanks for reading 'A Day In The Life Of Jarid.'  I hope you can play along too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy has tagged:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://simonesbutterfly.blogspot.com/"&gt;Simone's Butterfly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://overwhelmedwithjoy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Overwhelmed with Joy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://brewerfamily8.blogspot.com/"&gt;And Miles To Go&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://veganmomma.com/blog/"&gt;Vegan Momma&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://crazybloggincanuck.blogspot.com/"&gt;Crazy Blogging Canuck&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-2940340955287672552?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/2940340955287672552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=3289777108814382975&amp;isPopup=true' title='63 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/3289777108814382975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/3289777108814382975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#3289777108814382975' title='Wordless Wednesday 12'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RpO60DhrDeI/AAAAAAAAA3U/AVCfVS6NTy0/s72-c/002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>63</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-7186324581656966558</id><published>2007-07-08T00:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T11:20:02.965+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day In The Life Of "Your Child/Pet's Name"</title><content type='html'>Ok if you remembered I mentioned that we should do something in the lines of this.  Well it has been bugging me all weekend.  This is how it will work.  I will start on Monday, by the end of Monday I will post my "A Day In The Life Of 'My Child/Pets Name.'"  Once I have posted my story I will (I guess tag you can call it) 5 people to do the same and will post the 5 peoples blogs I have tagged in the same post. Add the 5 people you have tagged in your blog and beneath add the person who tagged you.  If you'd like to participate, please leave me a message on my blog &lt;a href="http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com"&gt;http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; with your blog address.  You can also advertise it on your blog and if you know someone who would like to participate in something like this, pass the word around.  You don't have to be on the list to participate, the list is just a guidline of who will be interested in it.  Hope we can have fun reading the stories and seeing cute pictures.  Have a Lovely Day.  Thanks Claudelle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-7186324581656966558?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/7186324581656966558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=7186324581656966558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/7186324581656966558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/7186324581656966558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#7186324581656966558' title='A Day In The Life Of &quot;Your Child/Pet&apos;s Name&quot;'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-9052286283810136860</id><published>2007-07-05T02:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T16:02:22.696+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The World Through The Eyes Of A 3 Year Old</title><content type='html'>So let me tell you about the adventure of a 3 year old. It is so amazing how something they saw just the other day can still facinate them, it is like they see it for the first time all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of these days I am going to do 'Jarid's Day in the Spotlight' and take pictures of him throughout the day doing things. I won't do it tomorrow. How about we all do that, if you don't have kids it can be of your animal. We all tell a story of our child's day. Well here after doing some activities Jarid and I went for a long walk. He is passed out at the moment, but I can say he enjoyed it as you will see later on when I show you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way out we were greeted with this, well it aint to clear, but hey try being a mommy who was holding the kiddies stuff and the camera and try taking a picture of a helicopter while the 3 year old is screaming 'mommy got it, mommy got it.'  Eee I wonder what his reaction is going to be when he sees I got the underneath part.  Hey at least I got something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Roz8pjhrCwI/AAAAAAAAAxk/OK3AyMn19cQ/s1600-h/002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Roz8pjhrCwI/AAAAAAAAAxk/OK3AyMn19cQ/s320/002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083715870235757314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the way we saw a rose.  This picture mommy took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Roz8pjhrCxI/AAAAAAAAAxs/mHWc6IzLY5E/s1600-h/Picture+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Roz8pjhrCxI/AAAAAAAAAxs/mHWc6IzLY5E/s320/Picture+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083715870235757330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what Jarid took with his camera.  Not bad for cheap digital camera. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Ro0DLjhrC6I/AAAAAAAAAy0/G9-JKVq0WVQ/s1600-h/002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Ro0DLjhrC6I/AAAAAAAAAy0/G9-JKVq0WVQ/s200/002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083723051421076386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Ro0DMThrC7I/AAAAAAAAAy8/FEioUFw083w/s1600-h/002-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Ro0DMThrC7I/AAAAAAAAAy8/FEioUFw083w/s200/002-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083723064305978290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we saw this rock and I guess all boyz are like Jarid, very facinated with rocks and again this one mommy took and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Roz8pzhrCyI/AAAAAAAAAx0/dVCtZb7i4sM/s1600-h/Picture+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Roz8pzhrCyI/AAAAAAAAAx0/dVCtZb7i4sM/s320/Picture+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083715874530724642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one was taking by my little photographer Jarid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Ro0AzThrC1I/AAAAAAAAAyM/pl9waIuUeXM/s1600-h/002-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Ro0AzThrC1I/AAAAAAAAAyM/pl9waIuUeXM/s200/002-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083720435785993042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing which just facinates my little boy, that he insisted mommy take a photo of and according to him this is the house of 'old mother hubbard'.  Yeah I know don't mention it, my child is strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Roz8pzhrCzI/AAAAAAAAAx8/-qrQfEcquJ8/s1600-h/Picture+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Roz8pzhrCzI/AAAAAAAAAx8/-qrQfEcquJ8/s320/Picture+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083715874530724658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he decided he didn't want me taking pictures of the things he took pictures of and here are some of the results.  If I say so myself pretty good for a 3 year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cone is covering up a hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Ro0CWDhrC4I/AAAAAAAAAyk/PLfNV3AfMF8/s1600-h/002-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Ro0CWDhrC4I/AAAAAAAAAyk/PLfNV3AfMF8/s200/002-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083722132298075010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what he was taking a picture of, but he landed up taking a picture of his foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Ro0CWjhrC5I/AAAAAAAAAys/JAmqno0hsFc/s1600-h/002-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Ro0CWjhrC5I/AAAAAAAAAys/JAmqno0hsFc/s200/002-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083722140888009618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking pictures of the cars.  He is just mad about cars.  Especially if he sees that the cars are yellow.  You never get to hear the end of it and I really mean it, but the time bed time comes you are still hearing yellow cars and if that is not enough you hear them in your sleep and then the next day it all starts from the begining again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Ro0BkzhrC2I/AAAAAAAAAyU/XDOsUiD3fBE/s1600-h/002-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Ro0BkzhrC2I/AAAAAAAAAyU/XDOsUiD3fBE/s200/002-6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083721286189517666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Ro0BljhrC3I/AAAAAAAAAyc/uCyI04X3PYQ/s1600-h/002-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Ro0BljhrC3I/AAAAAAAAAyc/uCyI04X3PYQ/s200/002-7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083721299074419570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jarid Troy the little photographer.  Look at that concentration. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Roz8azhrCrI/AAAAAAAAAw8/a4S2tjh79KM/s1600-h/Picture+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Roz8azhrCrI/AAAAAAAAAw8/a4S2tjh79KM/s320/Picture+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083715616832686770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Roz8bDhrCsI/AAAAAAAAAxE/tactdaLmKb4/s1600-h/Picture+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Roz8bDhrCsI/AAAAAAAAAxE/tactdaLmKb4/s320/Picture+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083715621127654082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then to his unhappiness he couldn't take a picture of this tree, so what does he do, 'come mommy, come take the tree.'  Yes I took the picture, I would have just walked right pass it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Roz8bDhrCtI/AAAAAAAAAxM/vTdLZCszzfk/s1600-h/Picture+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Roz8bDhrCtI/AAAAAAAAAxM/vTdLZCszzfk/s320/Picture+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083715621127654098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat by the bell tower and he was so excited about it that again he demanded I take a picture of the bell.  I took a few till he was satisfied with what he wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Roz8bThrCuI/AAAAAAAAAxU/YBZg6ObVAtM/s1600-h/Picture+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Roz8bThrCuI/AAAAAAAAAxU/YBZg6ObVAtM/s320/Picture+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083715625422621410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we took some pictures of the fountain in the Admin building.  Shame he wasn't too happy because he eventually could not take any more pictures, but mommy took these for him at his demand as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Roz8DDhrCpI/AAAAAAAAAws/MjB7ACEHDLo/s1600-h/Picture+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Roz8DDhrCpI/AAAAAAAAAws/MjB7ACEHDLo/s320/Picture+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083715208810793618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Roz8DDhrCqI/AAAAAAAAAw0/Mc-mbOFXT2E/s1600-h/Picture+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Roz8DDhrCqI/AAAAAAAAAw0/Mc-mbOFXT2E/s320/Picture+037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083715208810793634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after all the excitement of walking and taking pictures we went to Daddy's office and passed out.  Now doesn't that look a boy wh is tired after a morning's worth of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Roz7RThrCmI/AAAAAAAAAwU/a8WPa8CooDA/s1600-h/Picture+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Roz7RThrCmI/AAAAAAAAAwU/a8WPa8CooDA/s320/Picture+050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083714354112301666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Roz7RThrCnI/AAAAAAAAAwc/omvQ5c_WtGw/s1600-h/Picture+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Roz7RThrCnI/AAAAAAAAAwc/omvQ5c_WtGw/s320/Picture+051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083714354112301682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Roz7RjhrCoI/AAAAAAAAAwk/mo4fcA7scLg/s1600-h/Picture+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Roz7RjhrCoI/AAAAAAAAAwk/mo4fcA7scLg/s320/Picture+053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083714358407268994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-9052286283810136860?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/9052286283810136860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=9052286283810136860&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/9052286283810136860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/9052286283810136860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#9052286283810136860' title='The World Through The Eyes Of A 3 Year Old'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Roz8pjhrCwI/AAAAAAAAAxk/OK3AyMn19cQ/s72-c/002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-5346674152660907825</id><published>2007-07-04T09:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T22:31:59.853+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach Adventure - Day 2 Of The Holidays</title><content type='html'>This is the 2nd Day of the Boyz holiday, well actually Jarid's.  Will share Day 1 later as I thought why not share these ones first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started off with Breakfast.  Look how cute that little face is, you can see he is doing so much better.  Though still not eating his usual amount, but I guess small amounts is better than nothing.  PS Take Note Of the hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RowFcThrCjI/AAAAAAAAAv8/cpUfApqESdo/s1600-h/002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RowFcThrCjI/AAAAAAAAAv8/cpUfApqESdo/s320/002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083444063230429746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Daddy took the afternoon off as it was such a lovely day, ok he still worked, but had a 101 things to do which didn't require him to be at work, so it was off shopping, which ofcourse mommy did not mind.  In the process daddy got his hair cut.  After the haircut and daddy getting all what he needed for work we went to the beach as it was such a lovely day (did I mention this already, oh well, it was a lovely day).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy and Jarid are making their way to the water.  Mommy stayed a distance away holding Caydon and the camera snapping away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RowFUThrCeI/AAAAAAAAAvU/eVFRsP7otOQ/s1600-h/002-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RowFUThrCeI/AAAAAAAAAvU/eVFRsP7otOQ/s320/002-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083443925791476194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brrr I do not want to know how cold that water is, but it seems like daddy and Jarid loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RowFUjhrCfI/AAAAAAAAAvc/VuOpdI654-s/s1600-h/002-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RowFUjhrCfI/AAAAAAAAAvc/VuOpdI654-s/s320/002-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083443930086443506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the wave to come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RowFUjhrCgI/AAAAAAAAAvk/cham3MiMSWY/s1600-h/002-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RowFUjhrCgI/AAAAAAAAAvk/cham3MiMSWY/s320/002-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083443930086443522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is that in the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RowFUjhrChI/AAAAAAAAAvs/G6Zc5qXhoGc/s1600-h/002-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RowFUjhrChI/AAAAAAAAAvs/G6Zc5qXhoGc/s320/002-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083443930086443538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I told you early on take notice of the hair.  Do you spot the difference?  Caydon was not sure what to make of the sea, he enjoyed the sand, but the water was scary.  He hung on tight when you went too close to the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RowFUzhrCiI/AAAAAAAAAv0/FBtVOOM9uDI/s1600-h/002-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RowFUzhrCiI/AAAAAAAAAv0/FBtVOOM9uDI/s320/002-6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083443934381410850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Monster had his hair cut, just the fringe and not a lot.  It was getting so annoying, I threatened to clip his hair up if it did not get cut.  He still looks just as cute as ever though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RowFEDhrCZI/AAAAAAAAAus/uv3HbFfpzO4/s1600-h/002-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RowFEDhrCZI/AAAAAAAAAus/uv3HbFfpzO4/s320/002-7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083443646618601874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at my future runner.  He is always on the go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RowFEThrCaI/AAAAAAAAAu0/9vdjNlVG7ZA/s1600-h/002-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RowFEThrCaI/AAAAAAAAAu0/9vdjNlVG7ZA/s320/002-8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083443650913569186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come Daddy now is not the time to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RowFEjhrCbI/AAAAAAAAAu8/RiV6N4ZXgHQ/s1600-h/002-9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RowFEjhrCbI/AAAAAAAAAu8/RiV6N4ZXgHQ/s320/002-9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083443655208536498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well with mommy tickling me and snapping this picture, she must be an octopus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RowFEzhrCcI/AAAAAAAAAvE/4IORxrPFCFU/s1600-h/002-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RowFEzhrCcI/AAAAAAAAAvE/4IORxrPFCFU/s320/002-10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083443659503503810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then fun at the beach came to an end.  This juice taste really good after spending a long time at the beach.  I think I am ready for my nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RowFEzhrCdI/AAAAAAAAAvM/s0uLyqyLwAk/s1600-h/002-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RowFEzhrCdI/AAAAAAAAAvM/s0uLyqyLwAk/s320/002-11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083443659503503826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never promise a toddler ice-cream and then not give it.  This was his expression on his face when we could not get ice-cream due to not having any cash on us and only a credit card which we could not use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RowErjhrCUI/AAAAAAAAAuE/hUiLD4x5fhk/s1600-h/002-12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RowErjhrCUI/AAAAAAAAAuE/hUiLD4x5fhk/s320/002-12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083443225711806786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then never try to sugar coat it, because you'll just get an angry fish look, fear bubbles will soon appear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RowErjhrCVI/AAAAAAAAAuM/8XfnKq9vRQ4/s1600-h/002-13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RowErjhrCVI/AAAAAAAAAuM/8XfnKq9vRQ4/s320/002-13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083443225711806802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And forget reasoning, it just does not work, because you'll get that scrunged up toffee nose look and you left reasoning with yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RowErzhrCWI/AAAAAAAAAuU/rhpoD8pua3A/s1600-h/002-14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RowErzhrCWI/AAAAAAAAAuU/rhpoD8pua3A/s320/002-14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083443230006774114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is always the perk of your brother making all things better and the ice-cream forgotten, until next time, but then note to mom, 'MAKE SURE TO TAKE CHANGE WHEN GOING TO THE BEACH.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RowErzhrCXI/AAAAAAAAAuc/EyvBhsA3jpg/s1600-h/002-15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RowErzhrCXI/AAAAAAAAAuc/EyvBhsA3jpg/s320/002-15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083443230006774130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for getting this far on our beach adventure, please stop by next time when we go on another adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RowEsDhrCYI/AAAAAAAAAuk/CAzD2gdi-Ns/s1600-h/002-16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RowEsDhrCYI/AAAAAAAAAuk/CAzD2gdi-Ns/s320/002-16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083443234301741442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-5346674152660907825?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/5346674152660907825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=5346674152660907825&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/5346674152660907825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/5346674152660907825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#5346674152660907825' title='Beach Adventure - Day 2 Of The Holidays'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RowFcThrCjI/AAAAAAAAAv8/cpUfApqESdo/s72-c/002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-5582750890162965353</id><published>2007-07-03T08:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T20:41:44.137+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday 11</title><content type='html'>View From The Top Of Table Mountain (Lots of Pictures this time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Roqk2zhrCRI/AAAAAAAAAts/eR9TWJKL1ew/s1600-h/002-24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Roqk2zhrCRI/AAAAAAAAAts/eR9TWJKL1ew/s320/002-24.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083056390892357906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Roqk2zhrCSI/AAAAAAAAAt0/BGcO_-m8-AQ/s1600-h/002-64.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Roqk2zhrCSI/AAAAAAAAAt0/BGcO_-m8-AQ/s320/002-64.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083056390892357922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RoqkfThrCMI/AAAAAAAAAtE/fb3ImTMx9ms/s1600-h/002-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RoqkfThrCMI/AAAAAAAAAtE/fb3ImTMx9ms/s320/002-10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083055987165432002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RoqkfjhrCNI/AAAAAAAAAtM/y4xIryhvo7k/s1600-h/002-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RoqkfjhrCNI/AAAAAAAAAtM/y4xIryhvo7k/s320/002-11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083055991460399314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RoqkfzhrCOI/AAAAAAAAAtU/C3QwAaoTup8/s1600-h/002-13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RoqkfzhrCOI/AAAAAAAAAtU/C3QwAaoTup8/s320/002-13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083055995755366626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RoqkfzhrCPI/AAAAAAAAAtc/TWV76GH_B1c/s1600-h/002-14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RoqkfzhrCPI/AAAAAAAAAtc/TWV76GH_B1c/s320/002-14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083055995755366642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RoqkgDhrCQI/AAAAAAAAAtk/UCfgvvJnk8c/s1600-h/002-22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RoqkgDhrCQI/AAAAAAAAAtk/UCfgvvJnk8c/s320/002-22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083056000050333954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Table Mountain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Roqk3DhrCTI/AAAAAAAAAt8/MYrt7ciKuhA/s1600-h/002-74.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Roqk3DhrCTI/AAAAAAAAAt8/MYrt7ciKuhA/s320/002-74.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083056395187325234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/autolink.php?owner=JaridCaydon&amp;postid=03Jul2007&amp;amp;meme=ww"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/header.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/autolink.php?owner=JaridCaydon&amp;postid=03Jul2007&amp;amp;meme=ww"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/header.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-5582750890162965353?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/5582750890162965353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=5582750890162965353&amp;isPopup=true' title='44 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/5582750890162965353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/5582750890162965353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#5582750890162965353' title='Wordless Wednesday 11'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Roqk2zhrCRI/AAAAAAAAAts/eR9TWJKL1ew/s72-c/002-24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>44</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-466621580906167290</id><published>2007-07-03T06:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T18:22:55.997+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctor</title><content type='html'>So on Monday we took Caydon to the doctor.  Sunday he was really not well he was shivering from being sick.  Again he refused to eat.  Just moaned and cried all day and just wanted to be in the arms.  Slept most of the day.  At about 11ish I couldn't take it.  His hair was sticky from sweat and he was still shivering and did not want to be moved too much.  So I bathed him with me, washed his hair (know they say not to, but I couldn't take the hair sticking on his face).  We put the heater on in the small passage to warm it up and also heated the room.  After I bathed him, daddy dressed him.  I warmed his teddy beanbag and made him his bottle.  Daddy changed his matteress and put clean bedding in.  We put him in with his milk bottle and he went to sleep in no time.  The panodo, mucospect and rinex was not helping him, so we took him on Monday to the doctor.  He was so much better today and the bonus he loves the meds the doctor gave.  I think now I have to move on to Ponstel instead of Panado as he hates it and it isn't helping.  Oh well this is hoping to a speedy recovery and doctor said that he should be able to start getting his injections from Monday on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy had a little scare.  He went to the clinic to check his sugar and cholestral level and also his blood pressure.  His sugar levels was slightly high, but nothing to worry about, his cholestral was fine and his blood pressure was high.  According to the sister he should have had a stroke or heart attack already.  I was walking on clouds the rest of the weekend and I was so happy when he decided to go with Caydon to the doctor.  When I made Caydon's appointment I made one for him as well, so I knew he would not chicken out.  Well according to the doctor daddy's blood pressure was fine and he didn't charge us for the appointment, because he said frankly these nurses don't do a good job in reading correctly and should check their equipment.  Then he checked everything again.  Daddy's sugar levels was high, but everthing else was fine.  We are both going to a dietician as soon as we find a babysitter.  I am going to support Lyndon.  I think it will be a good for the both of us.  I am loosing weight by the way I am fitting into another pair of jeans and it feels good.  Life really knows how to open ones eyes and scare them.  I for one was very scared this weekend and kept on thinking what would I do if Lyndon got a heart attack, what would the kids do?  I am so glad it was wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-466621580906167290?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/466621580906167290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=466621580906167290&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/466621580906167290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/466621580906167290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#466621580906167290' title='Doctor'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-9126760899536230974</id><published>2007-06-30T01:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T13:17:25.072+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaarrrggghhh, does it ever end and Have You Seen It Snow Inside?</title><content type='html'>Caydon is once again sick. Woke up I think round 9ish and was just moaning, not himself at all. I picked him up to change his bum and he was warm. Darn thermometer is not working so couldn't check his temp, but just gave him some panado and laid with him in my bed. Daddy and Jarid went to out. Aaarggghh just when the get better they get sick. He is so way behind with his injections it is actually not funny and I just don't get pass day 10 of him being sick free so he can get his injections. This weather is so not helping him either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yesterday Jarid decided he wanted to create snow in the house, thank goodness it was only in the play area, but he has taken all the polysterene out of my bean bag and has thrown it all over the show.  Thi&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RoZIoDhrCFI/AAAAAAAAAsM/is2NM7f9UCo/s1600-h/Picture+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RoZIoDhrCFI/AAAAAAAAAsM/is2NM7f9UCo/s320/Picture+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081829082512689234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RoZInzhrCEI/AAAAAAAAAsE/2uKUZw2CHOA/s1600-h/Picture+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RoZInzhrCEI/AAAAAAAAAsE/2uKUZw2CHOA/s320/Picture+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081829078217721922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;s is what it looks like when it has snowed inside.  Jarid having fun throwing the fake snow.  What it looks like and according to Jarid the car is cold, because it has snow on it.   What next!!!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RoZIoThrCGI/AAAAAAAAAsU/tmEK7iV6F_8/s1600-h/Picture+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RoZIoThrCGI/AAAAAAAAAsU/tmEK7iV6F_8/s320/Picture+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081829086807656546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-9126760899536230974?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/9126760899536230974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=9126760899536230974&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/9126760899536230974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/9126760899536230974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#9126760899536230974' title='Aaarrrggghhh, does it ever end and Have You Seen It Snow Inside?'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RoZIoDhrCFI/AAAAAAAAAsM/is2NM7f9UCo/s72-c/Picture+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-671834146606253027</id><published>2007-06-28T02:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T13:05:38.539+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Jarid's Report</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This Post has been removed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-671834146606253027?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/671834146606253027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=671834146606253027&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/671834146606253027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/671834146606253027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#671834146606253027' title='Jarid&apos;s Report'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-3614978557147447332</id><published>2007-06-28T02:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T14:28:02.183+01:00</updated><title type='text'>School Holiday's</title><content type='html'>What a busy day, but loads of fun.  My morning started with me rushing off to the library to drop off the photo cd I made for them, then rushing off to Lyndon's office where we then went to the Mall as he needed to buy stuff for work and we had an early lunch.  We ran a bit late, so had to rush off home to get Jarid's stuff for Entrepenuer's day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as I have mentioned today the kids had their Entrepenuer's day at school and Jarid and Jeandre were both selling.  Oh it was lots of fun.  Jarid sold bubbles and juice and Jeandre sold popcorn, dough (which her mom made, well done Simone hope you post some pictures on your blog) and a toy.  Jarid was more interested in blowing bubbles and eating whatever his eyes saw.  He ofcourse had to buy play dough from Jeandre, which he is so proud of.  I think Simone and I should get the profit for selling.  Profit you say, well if the kids sell bubbles for R6, mom pays R5 puts a profit of a R1 on the child gets 50c and 50c go to the school.  We made a R60 profit, so R30 is for Jarid and R30 for the school.  I think he really enjoyed it and the bubbles was a hit and have I mentioned the playdough.  I really think it is a wonderful thing that the school does at the end of each term.  Caydon stayed at home with our domestic worker as he just has the sniffles and did not want him to get worse again.  He is such a little fragile angel, but a beautiful one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still getting courage to post Jarid's report results.  Sniff, sniff my child is going to be a rebel he is already starting.  Will post it seperately, now to go and change Caydon and then maybe make a trip down to Simone for some relaxation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays for those  who have holidays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-3614978557147447332?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/3614978557147447332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=3614978557147447332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/3614978557147447332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/3614978557147447332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#3614978557147447332' title='School Holiday&apos;s'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-3015135413353888570</id><published>2007-06-27T09:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T21:50:23.654+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Giveaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RoLNfzhrCDI/AAAAAAAAAr8/kM4sPZakQrM/s1600-h/Memory%2BKeeper%27s%2BDaughter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RoLNfzhrCDI/AAAAAAAAAr8/kM4sPZakQrM/s320/Memory%2BKeeper%27s%2BDaughter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080849275918420018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to give it a shot.  I need a book to read now that I have completed the one I was reading Keeping Faith by Jodi Picoult, well anyway if you'd like to join the book giveaway, go over to &lt;a href="http://overwhelmedwithjoy.blogspot.com/search/label/books%2Freading"&gt;Overwhelmed With Joy&lt;/a&gt; and check out the book &lt;a href="http://www.memorykeepersdaughter.com/"&gt;The Memory Keeper's Daughter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really is my kind of book, if it is a book for you then &lt;a href="http://overwhelmedwithjoy.blogspot.com/search/label/books%2Freading"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt; and enter in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-3015135413353888570?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/3015135413353888570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=3015135413353888570&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/3015135413353888570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/3015135413353888570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#3015135413353888570' title='Book Giveaway'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RoLNfzhrCDI/AAAAAAAAAr8/kM4sPZakQrM/s72-c/Memory%2BKeeper%27s%2BDaughter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-7772414340206172688</id><published>2007-06-26T08:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T20:59:03.503+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday 11</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RoFt0l3gWqI/AAAAAAAAAr0/SDD-CubkPaM/s1600-h/002-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RoFt0l3gWqI/AAAAAAAAAr0/SDD-CubkPaM/s320/002-7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080462604936174242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was so busy.  I had been the official photographer for a conference held at the college, so from Tuesday to Friday I was working, working and working some more.  I must say though that I truly enjoyed it, though wish that Caydon was not sick, so I didn't have to worry about him when I had to leave him alone.  He is doing so much better now though.  Friday we went to Table Mountain and though all my life I lived and climbed Table Mountain I have never gone up in a cable car, it had been my first time.  This is a picture I took of one.  The strange thing is that I am afraid of heights and at first I was scared when the floor of the carte moved, but I focused on taking pictures and some how that fear lifted.  I think I have mastered my fear of heights (ok maybe not, but it was a huge step).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/autolink.php?owner=JaridCaydon&amp;postid=26Jun2007&amp;amp;meme=ww"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/header.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/autolink.php?owner=JaridCaydon&amp;postid=26Jun2007&amp;amp;meme=ww"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/header.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-7772414340206172688?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/7772414340206172688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=7772414340206172688&amp;isPopup=true' title='73 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/7772414340206172688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/7772414340206172688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#7772414340206172688' title='Wordless Wednesday 11'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RoFt0l3gWqI/AAAAAAAAAr0/SDD-CubkPaM/s72-c/002-7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>73</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-1132873151805078265</id><published>2007-06-19T10:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T22:48:10.980+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RnhO_F3gWpI/AAAAAAAAArs/vxEQUEcfQaw/s1600-h/blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RnhO_F3gWpI/AAAAAAAAArs/vxEQUEcfQaw/s320/blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077895425673943698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY SICK BABY AND STILL AS CUTE AS EVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday we went to the Nature Reserve, so I could finish my Exercise for photography.  Shame look how red his cheeks are in his daddy's arms.  I so hate winter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-1132873151805078265?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/1132873151805078265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=1132873151805078265&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/1132873151805078265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/1132873151805078265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#1132873151805078265' title='Wordless Wednesday 10'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RnhO_F3gWpI/AAAAAAAAArs/vxEQUEcfQaw/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-2711474784054470310</id><published>2007-06-18T08:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T08:58:33.774+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Floating, Tired, Sleepy</title><content type='html'>So last night Caydon kept us a wake.  Shame poor baby is sick.  I went to bed early, but woke up with him struggling to breath.  I sprayed his nose and kept him in the bed with me.  I let him lie on my tummy, but I just couldn't sleep.  I don't sleep well when lying on my back.  Then daddy came to bed after 1am and took Caydon from me so I could get some sleep, but I just could not sleep.  Every time I heard Caydon cry I was a wake.  I eventually took his temp which was 38.5, so I gave him panado, made him a tea bottle and added some salt in.  He was so restless, he was wiggling all over the bed.  I eventually put him back in his cot and he drank his tea and finally went to sleep.  that was after 4am.  I am so tired my eyes are droopy.  Daddy couldn't take Jarid to school, so he is home and I don't want to take Caydon out after he just had a fever, but now I hear Jarid is also sniffing.  Arrgghh I hate winter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-2711474784054470310?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/2711474784054470310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=2711474784054470310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/2711474784054470310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/2711474784054470310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#2711474784054470310' title='Floating, Tired, Sleepy'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-999408171518385235</id><published>2007-06-17T05:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T17:29:38.669+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy &amp; Caydon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RnVhU13gWoI/AAAAAAAAArk/ry3R8NzQpZQ/s1600-h/blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RnVhU13gWoI/AAAAAAAAArk/ry3R8NzQpZQ/s320/blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077071165615266434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just 2 of the men in my life, my other little man was running around collecting sand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-999408171518385235?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/999408171518385235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=999408171518385235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/999408171518385235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/999408171518385235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#999408171518385235' title='Daddy &amp; Caydon'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RnVhU13gWoI/AAAAAAAAArk/ry3R8NzQpZQ/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-2226293449417504291</id><published>2007-06-15T09:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T09:57:26.572+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers</title><content type='html'>On Wednesday Simone and I went to Photography Club.  I really enjoyed it and was amazed by the beautiful photos that photographers had taken, but enough of that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, Jarid was still awake waiting for mommy.  He was so happy to see me.  It was 'Hello mommy,' and he ran to me threw his arms around me and hugged me and gave me a kiss.  Aww it was just so adorable.  Then I walked to the kitchen to go and make me coffee and he followed me and was chatting to me.  This is the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jarid: mum Jajid pray.&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Did daddy and Jarid pray.&lt;br /&gt;Jarid:  No mommy, Jajid pray at school.&lt;br /&gt;Me:  How does Jarid pray.&lt;br /&gt;Jarid:  Like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he put his hands together like praying hands and closed his eyes.  Aww it was so cute.  I am so enjoying this age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is also doing so well when it comes to his speech and his confidence has just sprouted beautifully.  The teacher told me that he was chatting to them and even was helping the one teacher to put away the outside toys.  I was so happy.  I was getting worried that he would not settle in, but he is doing so well at the moment.  We going to be doing entrepenuers day soon.  I know he is going to enjoy himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know we are doing is going to be selling juice, other then that I have no idea what we will be selling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caydon is sick, got sick on Wednesday, not a happy chappy at all.  Though last night he actually slept through the night after I gave him a tissue salts for coughs, because he was coughing so badly, I thought today I was for sure going to take him to the doctor.  So glad I won't be having to do that soon.  This childs words is also sprouting.  I was amazed the other day when I changed his bum and I took his nappy off he tell me stink (I was shocked).  Usually when I change his bum I say to him.  Poof Caydon stinks.  It was amazing.  He says dall (for ball).  he is starting to recognise difference between a ball and a rattle.  If I ask him for his ball he gives me his ball, if I ask him for his rattle I get his rattle.  And of course daddy is happy because Caydon says daddy all the time.  He is also such a loveable little boy, but behind that loveable little boy is a monster that sprouts out every now and again, mostly when that monster wants his way, but over all he is a loveable little boy.  doggie and cat is another two words he says.  He calls our dog Tasha.  He says his brothers name and is now even trying to say 'Jeandre', which is coming out 'Jeanta'.  I have to admit that it is amazing how quickly they grow up.  I am loving my boys development every day.  It amazes me how different each child can be and what a lovely journey it is to spend with them.  I wasn't keen on having boys, in fact when I found out I was pregnant with Caydon I felt a little depressed and wished him away, but I realised how grateful I really am to be blessed with two little boys as loving as them.  I am blessed to have this oppurtunity to see how brothers connect.  They love each other so much and Caydon is learning so much from Jarid it just amazes me.  I just love this bound that they have, yes it would have been nice to have a little girl and most probably they would have had a bond to, but this brotherly bond that I see is just so amazing.  I still long to have a little girl and who knows maybe in the future we will have a sister for the boys, but for now I am content to just watch my boys grown and the future is the future, for now I enjoy each day with the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caydon is still not walking though he is trying and has moved to taking 4 steps.  I am sure he will get there.  He will be 14 months on the 20th of this month, I am sure that maybe by then he'd be walking.  I guess pateints and time will all make his walking worth while.  I have to admit it that before when I see a child walkink at Caydon's age I use to get sad inside and wonder what I was doing wrong, but now when I see a child his age walk I am able to tell myself his turn will come and then you'll be wishing he was still a baby.  So I am enjoying him now the way he is and not the way I want him to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-2226293449417504291?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/2226293449417504291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=2226293449417504291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/2226293449417504291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/2226293449417504291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#2226293449417504291' title='Prayers'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-1556184120647489869</id><published>2007-06-12T07:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T07:55:28.481+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally A Little Rest</title><content type='html'>'Jarid get up.'  Jarid says back, 'No mommy, cold' and he pulls the blankets over himself.  Mommy once again tries to get him up, but fails, so after the second attempt, mommy does not say anything, she just pulls the covers off him, takes a cloth and some warm water, undressess him, washes him and dresses him.  Jarid squirms trying to get away, kicking and crying 'no mommy.'  The time is 8:06am, we are running late, Jarid still needs to eat before going to school which starts at 8:30am.  Then mommy still needs to dress Caydon, who isn't to bad, now that child is an early bird.  He doesn't sleep soundly and will wake up to the slighties noise.  What we found with him is if we keep the lights off then he will sleep and you can make a noise, but don't leave a light on, because for sure he will wake up and think it is time to play.  Caydon was already awake before I was awake.  He plays in his cot until someone wakes up or he will go back to sleep or scream until someone gets up.  The screaming is so not healthy for one's ears so early in the morning.  Have no idea what to do with that screaming.  People must think we are torturing our child. &lt;br /&gt;With Jarid he will fall asleep, there can be a light on and he will remain asleep no matter how loud the noise level is.  I find it so amazing how these two kids are brothers and yet different in.  It is so challenging trying to find what both there needs are with them being different, but I am loving the challenge, it is rewarding to. &lt;br /&gt;I always seem to do that go off topic, but I love talking about how different the boys are, yet the same.  Well like I was saying mommy eventually won and once Jarid was washed and dressed he got up ate and daddy took him to school.  Now mommy needs to find a bit more energy and go and hang up that washing while it is not raining.  I hope it doesn't rain, I have loads of washing to do, so off to go and have my morning coffee, hang up washing, feed and then dress Caydon and then back to doing some more cleaning up.  It has been a very challenging weekend, but a great one to that, because we have accomplished a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-1556184120647489869?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/1556184120647489869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=1556184120647489869&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/1556184120647489869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/1556184120647489869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#1556184120647489869' title='Finally A Little Rest'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-2932284080064866699</id><published>2007-06-12T06:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T14:32:54.993+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Rm7abV3gWlI/AAAAAAAAArM/xR-PAHMo44Y/s1600-h/Picture+048r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Rm7abV3gWlI/AAAAAAAAArM/xR-PAHMo44Y/s320/Picture+048r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075233993354402386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I went for a walk around the campus and to my horror I came across this.  Normally I would never take a picture of something like this, but then I thought just so I can show my husband.  Aint this cruel.  My husband says that it was most probably another bird called a Jackie hangman who did this.  I just wanted to share my sadness I came across, my heart broke.  Murder amongst birds, murder amongst animals.  It reminded me so much of how even in the animal world they live in fear like us.  Shame this birdie must have really been scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ADDED A PICTURE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/header.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Rm_xWF3gWmI/AAAAAAAAArU/xfDgAGMeMJE/s1600-h/Picture+026r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Rm_xWF3gWmI/AAAAAAAAArU/xfDgAGMeMJE/s320/Picture+026r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075540666904238690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to get a picture of the Jacky Hangman (sorry spelling was wrong last time).  When I saw the bird I thought aww what a cute bird, didn't know it was so cruel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/autolink.php?owner=JaridCaydon&amp;postid=12Jun2007&amp;amp;meme=ww"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-2932284080064866699?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/2932284080064866699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=2932284080064866699&amp;isPopup=true' title='42 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/2932284080064866699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/2932284080064866699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#2932284080064866699' title='Wordless Wednesday 9'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Rm7abV3gWlI/AAAAAAAAArM/xR-PAHMo44Y/s72-c/Picture+048r.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>42</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-1423880122103947559</id><published>2007-06-11T01:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T14:11:22.188+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boys Play Area</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The Playroom was worse then this.  This is actually mild.  This is basically putting things where they need to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking from the one Side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Rm1IB13gWkI/AAAAAAAAArE/Wjfq16DlJcM/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Rm1IB13gWkI/AAAAAAAAArE/Wjfq16DlJcM/s320/Picture+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074791551593372226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Rm1HYl3gWfI/AAAAAAAAAqc/Os-KAWp1wIc/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looking from the other side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Rm1HYl3gWfI/AAAAAAAAAqc/Os-KAWp1wIc/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Rm1HYl3gWfI/AAAAAAAAAqc/Os-KAWp1wIc/s320/Picture+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074790842923768306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Rm1HYl3gWgI/AAAAAAAAAqk/8wE7nR6zusU/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Rm1HYl3gWgI/AAAAAAAAAqk/8wE7nR6zusU/s320/Picture+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074790842923768322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jus before the TV cabinet and TV came in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Rm1HYl3gWhI/AAAAAAAAAqs/hBWwhYtfH7g/s1600-h/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Rm1HYl3gWhI/AAAAAAAAAqs/hBWwhYtfH7g/s320/Picture+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074790842923768338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse the washing rack, I was cleaning out the laundry room and put it in the playroom till I finished.  I spray painted the cabinet Silver and Blue.  I just need to get wallpaper for the doors then the cabnet will be all done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Rm1HY13gWiI/AAAAAAAAAq0/DFFSmLxXm4Q/s1600-h/Picture+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Rm1HY13gWiI/AAAAAAAAAq0/DFFSmLxXm4Q/s320/Picture+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074790847218735650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Rm1HY13gWjI/AAAAAAAAAq8/WknUPFL71yI/s1600-h/Picture+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Rm1HY13gWjI/AAAAAAAAAq8/WknUPFL71yI/s320/Picture+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074790847218735666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jarid was so amazed by the playroom when he awoke.  He was such a star he helped daddy and me.  So far he is keeping it clean as you can see he is busy watching his TV.  Now mommy and Daddy can watch their movies in peace and Jarid can watch his.  He is sitting on mommy's bean bag.  We wil be getting 2 move for the playroom and then I still need to bring in the kiddie table, but it is looking good if I might say so myself.  Feels so warm in there now.  One the left you can see a kiddies stove and cupboard he love it.  We have about 6 Toy Boxes filled with toys, but at least now we can control the amount of toys that lie around.  I am tired now, but still lots to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-1423880122103947559?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/1423880122103947559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=1423880122103947559&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/1423880122103947559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/1423880122103947559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#1423880122103947559' title='The Boys Play Area'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Rm1IB13gWkI/AAAAAAAAArE/Wjfq16DlJcM/s72-c/Picture+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-7118299153186927766</id><published>2007-06-09T02:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T14:35:41.048+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally It Has Been Done</title><content type='html'>Or more like it is getting there.  It has become a tiring job just looking at the kids playroom.  I've tried to tackle it on my own, but during the time of being pregnant with Caydon gave up.  Then tried again when Caydon was born and I was stronger, but it became tiring as Jarid just pulled all the toys out, that eventually I gave up and left it.  Now eventually daddy is helping.  We have cleared a lot out of the playroom and have thrown away +-5 bags of broken toys.  Ok not all the toys were Jarid's but you can most of the toys were his.  A bag or so was toys from the playgroup I had.  Well Now things are falling into place in that room.  We have cleared all the toys from the lounge, the boys room and our room, even my office had toys.  Now this place can fall into order.  Next our tackle is the lounge.  We will be moving the TV in the lounge into the playroom for the boys and will in the future get a new TV.  The TV Cabinet will also be moving into the kids area.  I am actually so excited, because it now means that Jarid can stay in one area while Caydon is asleep.  We looking at getting beanbags, but that will come eventually.  At the moment Jarid is using my beanbag.  The rooms are also cleared from toys yippee.  Now everything can fall into place.  Will upload pictures later on of before pictures and when it is done (well almost done) will add more picture.  Now to take pictures of the lounge which looks like a bomb has hit it with stuff lying all over the show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-7118299153186927766?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/7118299153186927766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=7118299153186927766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/7118299153186927766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/7118299153186927766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#7118299153186927766' title='Finally It Has Been Done'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-4150519262615705381</id><published>2007-06-07T03:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T15:36:05.245+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Child's Drawing Can Say A Lot</title><content type='html'>As an Educarer it facinated me how 3 year olds see their parents.  How they will draw a father tall or a mother with a big mouth or arms that go off the paper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I still had my play group a child drew her mom, the arms went off the paper and I asked her why her mommy's arms go off the paper.  She replied 'because my mommy always has enough hugs to go around.'  My heart went all soft and even thinking about it today makes me get this warm feeling in my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A boy drawing his dad with a big mouth said to me that 'his mother is always telling his dad that he has a big mouth, because he eats alot.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find kids art facinating and there are days when I know Jarid is having a bad day as it shows in his drawings.  When he is upset he will colour in the page all in black, when he is in a calm mood he colours in blue and green, when in a happy mood in the bright colours, orange, red, yellow, etc.  If he is not in the mood to do things he scribbles on the page, but when he really wants to do something he really concentrates and will do his best.  But most of all when he is in the greatest of moods he always marks his picture with the letter J.  He knows that J starts with his name.  Though his J is not 100% he is happy because he can write his name (as he says).  Well enough of him writing his name back to why I posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was saying I love kids pictures.  I love reading the story of that picture, because every picture a child draws has a story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Jarid's Story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RmgTgl3gWUI/AAAAAAAAAo4/C1gUDj5X9Hk/s1600-h/blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RmgTgl3gWUI/AAAAAAAAAo4/C1gUDj5X9Hk/s320/blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073326430874523970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jarid:  'Look mommy, look.'&lt;br /&gt;Mommy:  'That is beautiful boy.'&lt;br /&gt;Jarid:  It Mommy.'&lt;br /&gt;Mommy:  'Aww thank you boy.'&lt;br /&gt;Jarid:  'Mommy Jajid's angel.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that just touch my heart so much.  If you can see I have a halo on my head.  My 3 year old sees me as an angel.  I got that same feeling (even stronger) I got when that little girl told me that her mother always has enough hugs to go around.  To have that feeling when it comes from your own child is so amazing.  So when you feel like you aren't being the best of mom's look at your children's pictures and read their story they wrote about you, for in their eyes you'll be either an angel or someone who has a big heart and each child has a story, just look deep within their picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-4150519262615705381?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/4150519262615705381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=4150519262615705381&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/4150519262615705381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/4150519262615705381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#4150519262615705381' title='A Child&apos;s Drawing Can Say A Lot'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RmgTgl3gWUI/AAAAAAAAAo4/C1gUDj5X9Hk/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-39402657332635780</id><published>2007-06-06T02:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T15:19:25.556+01:00</updated><title type='text'>When A Child Is Sick</title><content type='html'>On Monday Jarid came home from school had lunch and went to lie down for a nap.  He slept from 2pm to 6:30pm (ok he woke up to go to the toilet).  He was hot and soaked (no fever though).  I tell you it is cold outside and this child was hot (no heater even on just a thin blanket over him).  When he finally woke up he was in one of his tantrum moods, which we ignored and not as bad as his brother's tantrums (Jarid at least cries and hides his head, Caydon screams so the whole world can hear him).   We eventually calmed him down and managed to get him to eat.  What a nightmare it was though as he would not go and sleep, no I am wrong he did not want to sleep in his own bed he wanted to sleep in our bed, but he doesn't come out and say it.  Daddy took him to bed about 3 times and he still made his way back.  Did not cry, was just persistant that he was going to sleep on the floor in our room.  Ok we finally got him in his bed, but some time during the night he must have made his way back in, because by the time we got up he was lying next to Caydon's cot curled up in his duvet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Tuesday morning I kept him home, because this feeling warm to the skin was bothering me, even though he didn't have a fever, his temp was 37 which is fine, but he felt warmer then that.  So I put him in our bed and let him sleep.  He only woke up at 11:15 am or at least somewhere around there.  When he woke up he ate and sat watching movies all the time.  He had a small burst of energy, but not much.  Then last night he fell asleep in daddies arms round about 7ish (after supper) and he went to bed.  He woke up at about 10ish and was crying and mumbling something to daddy.  Daddy on the other hand thought that he was just being himself and not wanting to go to bed, now I know him, he has already been asleep and to wake up crying is so not Jarid, he will wake up no crying and do something.  I told daddy to find out by him what he wanted, if he was thirsty did he want some water?  No daddy does not find out, to daddy Jarid is being naughty, so I go and find out.  He then tells me he poo'ed and I can smell a matallic smell (unusual smell for a child's poo right).  Thank goodness I put him on pull ups at night, because of winter, for who knows what else I would have had to wash last night.  I cleaned him in which he told me that he needed to poo more.  He just made it onto the toilet where he sat for close to an hour with diarrhea.  The joys of wanting to sleep and waiting for you toddler to finish on the toilet is not fun.  This matallic smell was making me feel sick.  After that I put him in his bed and felt he was really hot, but he laid there.  I was a bit worried and when I went to bed and found him lying on my side on the floor, I knew I just could not let him sleep in the bed.  I was so not getting up to take him to the toliet it would be easier for him to be close to me.  What a right decision I have made, because at around 3ish or so I had to get up to take him to the toilet where it was another long wait for him to finish.  I was to tired to have a look at the time.  Not a happy day for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway he is home from school today.  Been really good and seems to be doing ok, just has this rollercostar warm/cold thing going on that is worrying me and he has no fever.  No school tomorrow for him again.  Arrrggghhh I am dreading winter.  This bug and that bug what next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that is it for me now.  Both boys are asleep and though tired cannot sleep now for I will surely not sleep later then I will have once again another day of sleepless nights. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caydon is sayind daddy now and no more dadda.  mamma has been replaced with mum.  Nana for banana and this little fighter of mine takes 4 steps and refuses.  He just plain refuses to walk and mommy is getting frustrated.  Oh well let me have a cup of coffee to get rid of  this frustration, there is nothing like a good cup of hot coffee to take frustration away and to warm up your body.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-39402657332635780?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/39402657332635780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=39402657332635780&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/39402657332635780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/39402657332635780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#39402657332635780' title='When A Child Is Sick'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-5531735851550077608</id><published>2007-06-05T07:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T20:00:51.263+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RmWxql3gWTI/AAAAAAAAAow/4owKqk65lBU/s1600-h/worldpeace+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RmWxql3gWTI/AAAAAAAAAow/4owKqk65lBU/s320/worldpeace+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072655900580272434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/header.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/autolink.php?owner=JaridCaydon&amp;postid=05Jun2007&amp;amp;meme=ww"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-5531735851550077608?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/5531735851550077608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=5531735851550077608&amp;isPopup=true' title='60 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/5531735851550077608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/5531735851550077608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#5531735851550077608' title='Wordless Wednesday 8'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RmWxql3gWTI/AAAAAAAAAow/4owKqk65lBU/s72-c/worldpeace+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>60</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-2985626710285668409</id><published>2007-05-31T07:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T19:35:14.833+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying Words Part 2 and Wondering Child Part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CAYDON:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today his new word was weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee and more, more.  Will post later a picture and story to this weeeeeeeeeeeeee.  Num - num.  Aww he is breaking my heart, growing to quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JARID:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning while getting ready for school, I accidently put Jarid's boots on the wrong feet, so he pipes up, 'no mummy (he thinks this sound pretty) long foot, dis shoe go on da light (right) foot and dis shoe go on da leht (left) foot.'  I was so shocked when I heard him say that.  I then procceeded to ask him where his left hand is and his right hand is and his right ear and left ear, etc, etc and he got them right all right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I put our doggie outside.  Her name is Tasha, well today his sentence was like this: 'Come Tasha, must go out.'  I said 'Come Tasha you must go out.'  It was so clear.  His sentences are coming on so nicely.  He is doing so well and I am so proud of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am proud of both boys.  They both are doing so well.  Caydon is still not walking, but now he is attempting, he actually is leaving where he is and if we are close by will take 3 to 4 steps to us.  I don't want to push him too much, I guess being prem they do entend to walk later then what a full term baby would.  If any of you had prem babies (32 weeks), could you tell me when did your baby start walking?  I am not trying to compare, just trying to know more or less.  I was told if Caydon isn't walking by 20 weeks I need to take him to the peaditrician (is this true)?  Advice will be great.  Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering child went a wondering again today, but this time I knew.  I thought instead of creating fear in him I'd rather let him have that independence and let him go as long as I know where he is wondering to.  Daddy's work is not far from where we live, so I phoned daddy and we decided to let him go for a walk.  He was so excited that he was going without me.  Daddy however waited outside for him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-2985626710285668409?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/2985626710285668409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=2985626710285668409&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/2985626710285668409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/2985626710285668409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#2985626710285668409' title='Flying Words Part 2 and Wondering Child Part 3'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-8009747884243765511</id><published>2007-05-29T07:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T19:58:50.204+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying Words &amp; Wondering Boy At It Again</title><content type='html'>On Monday we were at Aunty Simone's place.  Which the boys always love.  Caydon finds it a maze and loves it and his favourite is the cats food.  We always have to make sure the door is closed to the kitchen otherwise you are bound to have a smelly breath stinking of cats food or smelly hands.  Well now that we are talking about cats.  Caydon said tat and when he realised what he said that was all he said the whole time. TAT, TAT.  When he saw the cat it was tat tat.  Aww he is growing so fast and it is breaking my heart.  The last few days his words have really sprouted.  He seems to copy us all the time with words.  He says irdie (which is birdie), call his brother Jajid and even said mone (Simone, when Jarid asked to go to aunty Simone).  He says Tasha for our little dog.  Ta when he wants something and tank ooo when you give him something.  Ain't it so sweet they way they grow and try and copy you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Wondering Boy has been at it again only this time he accomplished his distanation.  This child of mine is like a magician he disappears without me even blinking my eye.  Anyway he asked me to go to Aunty Simone and mommy said no, because aunty Simone was not going to be there.  Well then he asked to play outside, so I said ok.  We played when all of a sudden I had to rush inside to the loo.  I was not feeling well today think I had the 24 hour stomach bug or something upset me.  Well anyway it took longer then I thought and when I went to play outside again with Jarid he was no where in sight.  I was panicking once again even though I knew he had done it before it still upset me that he would do it again.  Well I phoned Simone to find out if Jarid was there, because he wanted to go her and he wasn't.  I tried phoning daddy at work, but his phone was engaged.  I was just about to phone someone else on the campus when the phone rang and it was Simone to say that he is there.  Well what a relief, now daddy is going to have to put a lock on that gate, because my heart can't take it.  I know he is safe, but to me he is only 3 and I am so not ready for him to grow up that fast.  That is a huge reponsibility for a little wonderer to explore the world on his own even though his world at the moment is small, it is still huge.  To top it off he tells Simone that mommy knows he is there.  He is already lying (I wonder if he understands what it means).  We had a good chat about it and he said sowwy mommy, Jajid shot mommy head me.  Actual sentence not in his way.  Sorry mommy, Jarid Thought mommy heard me.  Don't they just know how to make your world crumble and then know how to put the pieces together again without you punishing him.  Well now I have set aside to teach him about danger.  He is very good when it comes to road safety, he knows to wait for a car before he walks across the road.  I don't want to have to bring him inside every time I want to answer the phone, go to the loo, etc, etc.  I want to be able to give him that little freedom to play by himself.  Well for sure there is diffinately a lock going on the gate.  Wondering boy will not be wondering boy unless he has wondering mommy with him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-8009747884243765511?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/8009747884243765511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=8009747884243765511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/8009747884243765511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/8009747884243765511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#8009747884243765511' title='Flying Words &amp; Wondering Boy At It Again'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-6540657325711473862</id><published>2007-05-29T06:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T18:47:29.605+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RlxhVzCkTmI/AAAAAAAAAog/44unggobHto/s1600-h/blog1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RlxhVzCkTmI/AAAAAAAAAog/44unggobHto/s320/blog1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070034307618459234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RlxhWDCkTnI/AAAAAAAAAoo/RPCcSBGHlV0/s1600-h/blog2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RlxhWDCkTnI/AAAAAAAAAoo/RPCcSBGHlV0/s320/blog2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070034311913426546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm busy with my photography course and this is pictures of one of my exercise I had to send in.  I must say that my son was most horrified that I left the tap on.  He cried and tried to switch it off, so it was a difficult thing trying to explain to him that mommy won't leave it on for too long, mommy only wants to take 2 pictures.  I then managed to get him away by distracting him with bubbles.  My son was setting an example 'don't waste water'.  In whcih I tell you I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/header.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/autolink.php?owner=JaridCaydon&amp;postid=29May2007&amp;amp;meme=ww"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-6540657325711473862?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/6540657325711473862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=6540657325711473862&amp;isPopup=true' title='44 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/6540657325711473862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/6540657325711473862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#6540657325711473862' title='Wordless Wednesday 7'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RlxhVzCkTmI/AAAAAAAAAog/44unggobHto/s72-c/blog1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>44</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-4282306299065061360</id><published>2007-05-26T03:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T16:10:11.899+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wondering Child</title><content type='html'>Well after Speech Therapy, we went to do a bit of shopping.  Came home and Daddy took Jarid with him to work to finish off a few things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was busy at home with a customer.  Well just after that customer had left I see Jarid, he asked me for some juice.  Now I thought that daddy was home so I didn't worry about going to have a look.  I was busy cooking at the time.  After Jarid drank his juice he disappeared. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so confused I thought I was seeing a ghost or I was just plain going crazy.  I tried to phone Lyndon at work, but there was no respond, so I thought they went for a drive as I was busy anyway.  So I think ok he is ok he is with his daddy, no need to worry.  So I go about finishing the food and seeing to Caydon.  Played with him, fed him, cleaned him and got him ready for bed.  As I just finished dressing Caydon in walks daddy and Jarid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then asked Lyndon if he came home for a split second and he said no he was at work the whole time.  I told him that I had the most weird thing happen, Jarid came here and asked me for juice and with a click of my fingers he was gone.  I was expecthing him to tell me that Jarid was with him the whole time, but instead he said, 'so that is where he disappeared to'.  I was like 'what'.  He said he was doing something and Jarid was playing around there and when he looked again he was gone.  He went looking for him and could not found him.  Eventually he found the wondering child making his way to Aunty Simone's house very confused and with an unsure look on his face of wether he should do it or not.  At least I know if he is ever lost on the campus he knows where he stays and if no one is home he will know to go to Aunty Simone's house.  At least we on a Safe Campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that he showed me what he did.  He says, 'mum I went to work dadda, Jajid went down there.'  It was cute how he showed me where he went.  Kids now a days seem a lot more intellegent.  It just amazes me the things they do or say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-4282306299065061360?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/4282306299065061360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=4282306299065061360&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/4282306299065061360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/4282306299065061360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#4282306299065061360' title='The Wondering Child'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-1592044377417184903</id><published>2007-05-26T03:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T15:55:20.920+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Update Speech Therapy</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we had Speech Therapy again.  It is like a routine for Jarid now.  He got so excited that he was going.  He even told me what he was going to do.   I was so happy that he was happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we did was I had to play with him, so the speech therapist could see how I interact with him.  I was nervous.  I hate people watching me (if I know they are) when I am doing something, but I soon forgot that she was even there when Jarid and I played together.  He was so good, he opened his mouth and spoke like he usually speaks when he is at home.  His words were clear.  It was good that he responded to me.   There were a few hiccups where he either didn't want to look at me or he wanted to do something that he wasn't suppose to do, but that is normal when mommy or daddy is involved.  If I asked him to look at me he would not, but we had a good session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evaluation went as such.  I make good eye contact with him.  I make it fun with him.  I ask him questions and wait for him to respond.  I repeat myself and I repeat what he says.  I really enjoyed doing the lesson with him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-1592044377417184903?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/1592044377417184903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=1592044377417184903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/1592044377417184903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/1592044377417184903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#1592044377417184903' title='Update Speech Therapy'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-1747433952494852864</id><published>2007-05-22T08:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T09:01:10.935+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on Jarid's Speech Therapy</title><content type='html'>I have been so busy had no time to update on either boys, but mostly on Jarid's speech therapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well on the 8th May Jarid had just bloomed from the mumble jumble little boy to a boy trying very hard to say words correctly.  He has to think hard and you can actually see him thinking when he says words.  That day at speech therapy she did a tongue exercise with him putting jelly on a stick and getting him to touch the tip with his tongue and then moving it from side to side, touching his chin and then his nose, then tried to get him to put his tongue up against his palette as Jarid does not do that when he says the 'L' word, instead when he says the 'L' word he sticks his tongue out.  He could do it, but it will get there.  His favourite at speech therapy is Mr Potato Head, he knows all the body parts and even knows his knees, ankles and albows are and his wrist.  His second favourite is when she puts 3 cards on the door and gets him to blow little plastic darts out of a pipe onto the cards and then he has to see whether there is a girl or boy behind.  He could say girl or boy then.  She then tried him to suck up paper so it stuck on a straw, but he couldn't do that, he kept on blowing instead of sucking.  It was a good session. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the week had passed and my child just kept on blooming.  He said bubble (ok without the 's', but it was clear) and not bumm (or his way of saying it).  He can tell you now that mommy is a girl (clear, he can say it so clearly) and daddy is a boy (again clear like that).  I can't remember how he said biscuit, but you wouldn't have known it was biscuit it was a totally different word, but he now says biskuk (which is good enough for me). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we reach another day of Speech Therapy and Jarid once again was a little star, though he didn't want to speak at all.  He managed to say orange (normally he says orane).  He also said apple, tomato and miellie.  Banana is nana.    He is really coming on so nicely.  He is starting to say the 'B' letter and the 'G' letter, two he usually struggles with and people are starting to understand him better.  Well we just going to be doing more and more exercise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling more confident about his speech and know that it will get where it is suppose to be.  He is a bright little boy, very intellegent and I know it can feel that it is just because he is my son and all mom says that about their kids, but it amazes me every day how he absorbs everything like a sponge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He can build a 48 pce puzzle by himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it such a beautiful feeling to watch your child make you feel proud.  I am so happy with his progress and now when I feel other kids his age is ahead of him I just tell myself that he will get there, just give it time and that is all he needs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-1747433952494852864?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/1747433952494852864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=1747433952494852864&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/1747433952494852864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/1747433952494852864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#1747433952494852864' title='Update on Jarid&apos;s Speech Therapy'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-4676182176010045521</id><published>2007-05-22T07:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T19:54:56.049+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Picture of my niece watching the sunset.&lt;br /&gt;Please vote for me &lt;a href="https://www.crestock.com/blog/photography/contest2007/entry.aspx?id=2769"&gt;https://www.crestock.com/blog/photography/contest2007/entry.aspx?id=2769&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RlM7sTCkTlI/AAAAAAAAAoY/G0JUqmCMRV4/s1600-h/ePicture+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RlM7sTCkTlI/AAAAAAAAAoY/G0JUqmCMRV4/s320/ePicture+056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067459637933264466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/autolink.php?owner=JaridCaydon&amp;postid=22May2007&amp;amp;meme=ww"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-4676182176010045521?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/4676182176010045521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=4676182176010045521&amp;isPopup=true' title='55 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/4676182176010045521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/4676182176010045521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#4676182176010045521' title='Wordless Wednesday 6'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RlM7sTCkTlI/AAAAAAAAAoY/G0JUqmCMRV4/s72-c/ePicture+056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>55</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-4270381577680517269</id><published>2007-05-18T07:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T19:49:16.729+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall on the head</title><content type='html'>Jarid fell on his head today.  He keeps on climbing into Caydon's cot which he knows he shouldn't and then when he heard me coming he was rushing to get out of the cot and slipped and hit his head on the floor.  He then stood up crying, but he could not walk straight, he was all over the place.  He was in such a bad mood for over 2 hours.  Eventually his moodiness changed.   It was rough trying to keep him awake, but I eventually did it.  He seems to be ok, though he tells me his head is sore.  I'm not to sure if I should be worried about that or if he is just reffering to the fact that he hurt his head.  Well I guess I just have to keep a close eye on him.  Oh his walking is back to normal too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-4270381577680517269?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/4270381577680517269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=4270381577680517269&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/4270381577680517269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/4270381577680517269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#4270381577680517269' title='Fall on the head'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-136131119520105896</id><published>2007-05-08T01:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T14:00:47.008+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool Dude</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RkB0MpRg99I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/oxCGE8ib0lU/s1600-h/Copy+of+Picture+087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RkB0MpRg99I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/oxCGE8ib0lU/s320/Copy+of+Picture+087.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062173741751007186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A Gift from Aunty Simone and Family.  Ain't he looking cute and mommy made me the scarf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-136131119520105896?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/136131119520105896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=136131119520105896&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/136131119520105896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/136131119520105896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#136131119520105896' title='Cool Dude'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RkB0MpRg99I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/oxCGE8ib0lU/s72-c/Copy+of+Picture+087.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-4952760753996746404</id><published>2007-05-07T09:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T09:40:37.507+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Now Mommy is excited</title><content type='html'>Celine Dion is coming to Cape Town and mommy so wants to go.  She keeps saying that she always said if there was one singer who she really would like to see in concert, it would be Celine Dion.  She now even says that whatever money she makes from shoots is going to go towards her ticket to Celine Dion.  She would also love to meet her, but just seeing her in a show is good enough for mommy.  This is holding all thumbs that mommy gets the opportunity to cross off one of her dreams on her wishlist.  SEEING CELINE DION IN CONCERT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommies wishlist in no particular order except for the first one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEEING CELINE DION IN CONCERT&lt;br /&gt;GET THE 5D CANON SLR or even the 30D CANON SLR will do just fine.&lt;br /&gt;GO TO PARIS&lt;br /&gt;GO TO THE EIFEL TOWER&lt;br /&gt;LOSE WEIGHT (GETTING THERE SLOWLY)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-4952760753996746404?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/4952760753996746404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=4952760753996746404&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/4952760753996746404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/4952760753996746404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#4952760753996746404' title='Now Mommy is excited'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-5616158306925377610</id><published>2007-04-24T06:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T18:16:43.879+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday5</title><content type='html'>Starting early, have a feeling I might nod of before I actually post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pictures I took of my nephew.  We went for a walk and on our&lt;br /&gt;way back he was running to my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Ri46KimlQzI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4VXbps9Y5rs/s1600-h/Bradan3resize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Ri46KimlQzI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4VXbps9Y5rs/s320/Bradan3resize.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057043384345379634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/header.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/autolink.php?owner=JaridCaydon&amp;postid=24Apr2007&amp;amp;meme=ww"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-5616158306925377610?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/5616158306925377610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=5616158306925377610&amp;isPopup=true' title='101 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/5616158306925377610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/5616158306925377610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#5616158306925377610' title='Wordless Wednesday5'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Ri46KimlQzI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4VXbps9Y5rs/s72-c/Bradan3resize.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>101</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-8425244066124567059</id><published>2007-04-23T08:24:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T08:24:50.606+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What Car Should Mommy Drive</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Drive a Saturn Sky&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/what2007carshouldyoudrivequiz/saturn-sky.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're sleek and smooth, and you need a car to match your hot persona.&lt;br /&gt;Besides, sometimes you want your top up - and sometimes you want it down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/what2007carshouldyoudrivequiz/"&gt;What 2007 Car Should You Drive?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-8425244066124567059?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-797073249780535506</id><published>2007-04-23T08:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T08:22:01.465+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What Colour Flower is Mommy</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Yellow Flower&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorflowerareyouquiz/yellow-flower.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A yellow flower tends to represent joy, friendship, and playfulness.&lt;br /&gt;At times, you are childlike, as a buttercup is.&lt;br /&gt;And at other times, you are fickle, like a dahlia.&lt;br /&gt;And more than you wish, you tend to feel bittersweet, like a marigold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorflowerareyouquiz/"&gt;What Color Flower Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-797073249780535506?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/797073249780535506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=797073249780535506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/797073249780535506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/797073249780535506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#797073249780535506' title='What Colour Flower is Mommy'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-542459949827703172</id><published>2007-04-23T08:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T08:13:28.253+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What Colour is Mommy</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Psyche is Violet&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorisyourpsychequiz/violet.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are spiritual, intuitive, and serene.&lt;br /&gt;People trust you to rescue them from bad situations, and you usually come through.&lt;br /&gt;While you are quite enlightened, you find that your path is very lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are too violet:  you can't connect to ordinary life or ordinary people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you don't have enough violet: you lack wisdom and can't learn from the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorisyourpsychequiz/"&gt;What Color Is Your Psyche?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-542459949827703172?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/542459949827703172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=542459949827703172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/542459949827703172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/542459949827703172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#542459949827703172' title='What Colour is Mommy'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-1566459501426040305</id><published>2007-04-20T09:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T09:15:39.131+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Special Babies Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7 days old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Rih2JSmlQgI/AAAAAAAAAk0/NonvNY9okrE/s1600-h/002-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Rih2JSmlQgI/AAAAAAAAAk0/NonvNY9okrE/s320/002-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055420483707945474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;6 months old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Rih2JimlQhI/AAAAAAAAAk8/4f6IfMmrWFI/s1600-h/002-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Rih2JimlQhI/AAAAAAAAAk8/4f6IfMmrWFI/s320/002-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055420488002912786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my little fighter 12 days before his birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Rih2JimlQiI/AAAAAAAAAlE/Pm-OLPzynsI/s1600-h/002-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Rih2JimlQiI/AAAAAAAAAlE/Pm-OLPzynsI/s320/002-11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055420488002912802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Rih2JymlQjI/AAAAAAAAAlM/nj6ai3Q-JY8/s1600-h/002-12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Rih2JymlQjI/AAAAAAAAAlM/nj6ai3Q-JY8/s320/002-12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055420492297880114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is your 1st Birthday&lt;br /&gt;The day a year ago you entered this world&lt;br /&gt;Barely fully grown, you faught your way out&lt;br /&gt;Only 32 weeks, 49cm and weighing 2.28kg&lt;br /&gt;You showed your little face&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with you all over again&lt;br /&gt;My little fighter boy&lt;br /&gt;My little Caydon&lt;br /&gt;Mommy love you lots&lt;br /&gt;and Wishes you a Happy 1st Birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-1566459501426040305?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/1566459501426040305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=1566459501426040305&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/1566459501426040305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/1566459501426040305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#1566459501426040305' title='A Special Babies Birthday'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Rih2JSmlQgI/AAAAAAAAAk0/NonvNY9okrE/s72-c/002-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-3470714493843320240</id><published>2007-04-17T08:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T21:08:00.693+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RiUm4lWBICI/AAAAAAAAAks/mp827bRMm4A/s1600-h/002-7a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RiUm4lWBICI/AAAAAAAAAks/mp827bRMm4A/s320/002-7a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054488910332239906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this picture of our friend in a gala last year.  I did a bit of arty work to it.  I know it needs a saying, but I just have not found one that sticks with it.  Oh well I guess it will come to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/header.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/autolink.php?owner=JaridCaydon&amp;postid=17Apr2007&amp;amp;meme=ww"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-3470714493843320240?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/3470714493843320240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=3470714493843320240&amp;isPopup=true' title='60 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/3470714493843320240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/3470714493843320240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#3470714493843320240' title='Wordless Wednesday4'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RiUm4lWBICI/AAAAAAAAAks/mp827bRMm4A/s72-c/002-7a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>60</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-1860792480411032672</id><published>2007-04-16T07:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T19:39:30.668+01:00</updated><title type='text'>When You Hear Silence and Your Heart Skips A Beat</title><content type='html'>Today Jarid was playing outside with Tasha, now our place is all fenced in and we have a gate closing the veranda where Tasha is sheltered from the rain and cold and a gate in the yard itself.  My heart stopped when I heard silence, so I went to see where Jarid was and he was nowhere to be found.  I felt like my breathing was going to stop.  I called him and called him and still I could not hear him.  He had opened the veranda's gate, now that wouldn't have been a problem, but someone had left the other gate opened and so the monster decided to go chasing after the dog.  It is pretty safe where we are, we live on a campus, but still a car could have hit him and I wouldn't have known until someone came to tell me.  I quickly posted a message to his dad to look to see if he could find him and ran out into the front yard to see if I could see him and still no Jarid.  Then I saw Tasha running and behind her came running Jarid calling her and then when I told him to get inside he tells me 'No mum, Tasha.'  I was fuming and had to hold the anger in, because at that moment I couldn't think of anything else but to get him safely into those gates.  I was very impressed that he was watching for cars.  I was really concerned about that and he even moved to the side, but that gives him no reason to just run off.  3 Year old are they always so adventurous?  Well my heart cried when I finally got him in, all I could do was hold him and kept on telling him, never to do that again.  What else could I do, I don't think punishing him would have made any difference, but at least he knows what he did was wrong and he said sorry.  When daddy came home, daddy also picked him up and held him.  I know he was also highly upset, but he handled the situation very well.  I cannot believe how quickly things happen and I wasn't even far from where he was playing.  My office is right there by the play area, yet he managed to slip pass me.  I am glad I did not punish him, becuase I'd like him to know that if danger is lurking he knows he can always come to us.  I don't know maybe it was wrong to not punish him, but I think I did the right thing.  Ok I did punish him in a sense, he was not allowed to watch his favourite movie.  I am just glad that my boy is safe at home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-1860792480411032672?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/1860792480411032672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=1860792480411032672&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/1860792480411032672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/1860792480411032672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#1860792480411032672' title='When You Hear Silence and Your Heart Skips A Beat'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-8447141925182919022</id><published>2007-04-16T02:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T14:45:41.284+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello There, Who Are You</title><content type='html'>Looking behind the mirror all about discovering that it is you that you see.  Don't you just love that age.  Caydon has been seeing himself in the mirror for ages, but only just recently had decided to look behind to see if he could see who was hiding there.  Mmm, this is tricky, there you are I can see you, but then oh no you've disappeared, where have you gone.  Why you copying me.  I hold up my hand and look so do you.  I give a big great smile and so do you, I sneeze and so do you.  Hello there what's your name, oh I see you are me, how ever did I get there.  Pictures will be shown soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-8447141925182919022?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/8447141925182919022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=8447141925182919022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/8447141925182919022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/8447141925182919022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#8447141925182919022' title='Hello There, Who Are You'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-3002574258698338339</id><published>2007-04-14T00:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T13:26:52.987+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest In Peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JOEY OR FRIEND&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were there when you were born, such a cute a dorable little puppy&lt;br /&gt;I remember the day you were born.  I found out that I was pregant with Jarid.&lt;br /&gt;I remember when Jarid was born, you were so protected of him.&lt;br /&gt;No one could touch him, you laid at the bottom of his Snugnest and protected him.&lt;br /&gt;It was the first time you had taken stand and faught back with the other dogs.&lt;br /&gt;You were afraid of other people, but loved children.  Though small you would warn others not to come close you were our baby protector.  We will miss you terribly.  I still need to know what we are going to say to Jarid who loved playing with you.  You really took all his nonsense, but you never once lashed out to him.  Rest In Peace.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RiDAl1WBH-I/AAAAAAAAAkM/5Nsk3TLkjGo/s1600-h/002-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RiDAl1WBH-I/AAAAAAAAAkM/5Nsk3TLkjGo/s320/002-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053250538116816866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RiDAl1WBH_I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SSZIt81DrOo/s1600-h/002-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RiDAl1WBH_I/AAAAAAAAAkU/SSZIt81DrOo/s320/002-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053250538116816882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RiDAmFWBIAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/bXftEHent7s/s1600-h/002-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RiDAmFWBIAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/bXftEHent7s/s320/002-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053250542411784194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Clip from his birth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://vidmg.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vidmg.photobucket.com/albums/v502/cassiecas/DSCF0011.flv" height="389" width="430"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="430" height="389" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://vidmg.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vidmg.photobucket.com/albums/v502/cassiecas/DSCF0006.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-3002574258698338339?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/3002574258698338339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=3002574258698338339&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/3002574258698338339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/3002574258698338339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#3002574258698338339' title='Rest In Peace'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RiDAl1WBH-I/AAAAAAAAAkM/5Nsk3TLkjGo/s72-c/002-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-5876207076153491370</id><published>2007-04-13T04:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T17:03:26.143+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture of mommies new look</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Rh-pglWBH9I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XQ5Aaxv8rvo/s1600-h/Picture+011r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Rh-pglWBH9I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XQ5Aaxv8rvo/s320/Picture+011r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052943684178354130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Rh-osFWBH7I/AAAAAAAAAj0/IwO2Jo3k2qg/s1600-h/Copy+of+Picture+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Rh-osFWBH7I/AAAAAAAAAj0/IwO2Jo3k2qg/s320/Copy+of+Picture+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052942782235221938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one of Mommy and Jarid&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Rh-pTVWBH8I/AAAAAAAAAj8/lxt0Z9npSqw/s1600-h/002r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Rh-pTVWBH8I/AAAAAAAAAj8/lxt0Z9npSqw/s320/002r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052943456545087426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-5876207076153491370?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/5876207076153491370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=5876207076153491370&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/5876207076153491370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/5876207076153491370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#5876207076153491370' title='Picture of mommies new look'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Rh-pglWBH9I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XQ5Aaxv8rvo/s72-c/Picture+011r.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-7472258303775888388</id><published>2007-04-12T08:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T08:19:04.977+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy's Dreams</title><content type='html'>If there was one thing that mommy could do on her dream list it would be to go to a Celine Dion concert and part of her dream came true as Celine Dion will be coming to South Africa, now only for mommy to get her full dream and be able to go to the concert to meet her Idol.  Here is hoping mommy gets her dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-7472258303775888388?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/7472258303775888388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=7472258303775888388&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/7472258303775888388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/7472258303775888388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#7472258303775888388' title='Mommy&apos;s Dreams'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-1231551401903480033</id><published>2007-04-11T09:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T21:35:07.082+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What Mommy's Hands Say About Her</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Your Hands Say About You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoyourhandssayaboutyouquiz/hands.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are artistic, intuitive, and inspired. You have good people skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bold and daring, you're not afraid to change your life if you think it needs an overhaul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practical and down to earth, you're a doer not a dreamer. You rather get something done than think about it all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your emotions tend to be nervous and potent. Your energy - both positive and negative - deeply impacts your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoyourhandssayaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Do Your Hands Say About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-1231551401903480033?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/1231551401903480033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=1231551401903480033&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/1231551401903480033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/1231551401903480033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#1231551401903480033' title='What Mommy&apos;s Hands Say About Her'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-624999517514900993</id><published>2007-04-10T08:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T21:06:57.001+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THERE IS A BEAR IN MY BASKET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Rhvjy1WBH5I/AAAAAAAAAjk/5zqRket6K7c/s1600-h/Picture+035b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Rhvjy1WBH5I/AAAAAAAAAjk/5zqRket6K7c/s320/Picture+035b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051881869478535058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RhvjzVWBH6I/AAAAAAAAAjs/nvxeMFKYBsE/s1600-h/Picture+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RhvjzVWBH6I/AAAAAAAAAjs/nvxeMFKYBsE/s320/Picture+035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051881878068469666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I thought I'd share one of Caydon seen as I am always sharing of Jarid.  Isn't he just too precious.  They grow up so quickly, next week Friday he will be a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/links.php?owner=JaridCaydon&amp;postid=10Apr2007&amp;amp;meme=ww"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/graphic.php?owner=JaridCaydon&amp;postid=10Apr2007&amp;amp;meme=ww" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-624999517514900993?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/624999517514900993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=624999517514900993&amp;isPopup=true' title='53 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/624999517514900993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/624999517514900993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#624999517514900993' title='Wordless Wednesday 3'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Rhvjy1WBH5I/AAAAAAAAAjk/5zqRket6K7c/s72-c/Picture+035b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>53</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-8178018968120611333</id><published>2007-04-10T06:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T19:08:10.282+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Easter Egg Hunt</title><content type='html'>Jarid really enjoyed looking for easter eggs, he had so much fun as you can see in his picture, but oh what a disappointment when there was no more eggs to find. He wanted me to phone the easter bunny to bring him more eggs. Caydon was sleeping, but he is enjoying eating the eggs. Here are the pictures of the egg hunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK MOM, I FOUND A EGG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RhvRIFWBH0I/AAAAAAAAAi8/snkkRFl06OU/s1600-h/002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RhvRIFWBH0I/AAAAAAAAAi8/snkkRFl06OU/s320/002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051861343829827394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I CAN SEE ANOTHER ONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RhvRIVWBH1I/AAAAAAAAAjE/9YsAl6pR4Pg/s1600-h/002-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RhvRIVWBH1I/AAAAAAAAAjE/9YsAl6pR4Pg/s320/002-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051861348124794706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNEW IT, IT WAS A EGG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RhvRIVWBH2I/AAAAAAAAAjM/iUJ7C3hik08/s1600-h/002-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RhvRIVWBH2I/AAAAAAAAAjM/iUJ7C3hik08/s320/002-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051861348124794722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmm, I WONDER WHERE THE BUNNY HID THOSE EGGS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RhvRIlWBH3I/AAAAAAAAAjU/fncuBo7i8R0/s1600-h/002-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RhvRIlWBH3I/AAAAAAAAAjU/fncuBo7i8R0/s320/002-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051861352419762034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK MOM, I FOUND THE BUNNY, RATHER SMALL DON'T YOU THINK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RhvRIlWBH4I/AAAAAAAAAjc/GEtsNftpSp4/s1600-h/002-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RhvRIlWBH4I/AAAAAAAAAjc/GEtsNftpSp4/s320/002-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051861352419762050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERY PROUD OF HIS STASH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RhvQx1WBHvI/AAAAAAAAAiU/KqSdA4VHIfo/s1600-h/002-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RhvQx1WBHvI/AAAAAAAAAiU/KqSdA4VHIfo/s320/002-6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051860961577737970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS SO MUCH FUN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RhvQyFWBHwI/AAAAAAAAAic/BAgOC_g9CcU/s1600-h/002-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RhvQyFWBHwI/AAAAAAAAAic/BAgOC_g9CcU/s320/002-7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051860965872705282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BUNNY IS CLEVER MOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RhvQyFWBHxI/AAAAAAAAAik/_QDQr-58WdI/s1600-h/002-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RhvQyFWBHxI/AAAAAAAAAik/_QDQr-58WdI/s320/002-8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051860965872705298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh, ANOTHER ONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RhvQyVWBHyI/AAAAAAAAAis/PeeILKK5rZQ/s1600-h/002-9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RhvQyVWBHyI/AAAAAAAAAis/PeeILKK5rZQ/s320/002-9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051860970167672610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH NO IS THAT ALL, MOM PHONE THE BUNNY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RhvQylWBHzI/AAAAAAAAAi0/ku9GZ6qwPbQ/s1600-h/002-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RhvQylWBHzI/AAAAAAAAAi0/ku9GZ6qwPbQ/s320/002-10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051860974462639922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-8178018968120611333?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/8178018968120611333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=8178018968120611333&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/8178018968120611333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/8178018968120611333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#8178018968120611333' title='Our Easter Egg Hunt'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RhvRIFWBH0I/AAAAAAAAAi8/snkkRFl06OU/s72-c/002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-383920104826615967</id><published>2007-04-03T07:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T11:03:24.652+01:00</updated><title type='text'>An Outing Well Spent</title><content type='html'>So today we had an outing.  Jarid and Jeandre went to listen to a story and Simone and Mommy had coffee while waiting for them.  Caydon was also there and not to happy to sit in that chair, he is getting way to big for his Snug and Carry, but it was fun.  Mommy found what she was looking for a bottle so she can make my cousin Megan's invite.  She is really excited and is going to get to doing it very soon.  We had a good day Jarid did not want to stay and listen to the story so he came down to where mommy and Aunty Simone was sitting.  He preffered that.  It wasn't that he didn't want to stay and listen it was just that he didn't want to be there alone.  Then we went to the mall and Jarid got snazzy shoes.  And Mommy got to dream about the 2 leather jackets which she wants to get for the boys, but they aren't cheap, well we will see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we are going to have a craft day.  A day for the kids to enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-383920104826615967?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/383920104826615967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=383920104826615967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/383920104826615967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/383920104826615967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#383920104826615967' title='An Outing Well Spent'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-825206156313922844</id><published>2007-04-03T06:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T18:35:20.163+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RhKQMdUbjVI/AAAAAAAAAiM/yp6SBlC3rQU/s1600-h/1st+steps2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RhKQMdUbjVI/AAAAAAAAAiM/yp6SBlC3rQU/s320/1st+steps2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049256675938897234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-825206156313922844?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/825206156313922844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=825206156313922844&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/825206156313922844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/825206156313922844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#825206156313922844' title='Wordless Wednesday2'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RhKQMdUbjVI/AAAAAAAAAiM/yp6SBlC3rQU/s72-c/1st+steps2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-7137715309441068408</id><published>2007-04-01T05:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T17:52:30.128+01:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE Speech Therapy &amp; Rattex</title><content type='html'>Well Friday Jarid went to speech therapy and all went well.  Though he was shy, alot.  When he gets nervous he starts to lick his hands and even to a point where he bites them.  We have to make a list of words and sentences that he says.  One of the letters he struggles with is a 'c' and last weekend out of the blue he wanted coke and instead of saying 'toke', like he usually does, he said coke.  Then after that everything begining wit 'c' was getting it's correct name.  Like cat and even Caydon is no longer Taydon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well a horrible thing happend today which got us all worried.  Caydon some how got hold of Rattex (just one of those horrible things) and put it in his mouth.  Thank goodness Jarid was the one that saw it and was trying to take it out of his little brother's mouth and then daddy saw and helped.  Thank goodness he never swollowed it.  Well we gave him milk and keeping a close eye on him.  He is happy and full of laughs, unless that is a symptom, I think we should be safe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-7137715309441068408?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/7137715309441068408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=7137715309441068408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/7137715309441068408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/7137715309441068408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#7137715309441068408' title='UPDATE Speech Therapy &amp; Rattex'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-4392328724705766601</id><published>2007-03-28T08:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T08:14:44.076+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>Photo taken of my babies feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RgoUi9UbjUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/KcVu-xrStbs/s1600-h/footprint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RgoUi9UbjUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/KcVu-xrStbs/s320/footprint.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046868923230424386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-4392328724705766601?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/4392328724705766601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=4392328724705766601&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/4392328724705766601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/4392328724705766601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#4392328724705766601' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RgoUi9UbjUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/KcVu-xrStbs/s72-c/footprint.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-940656120873250174</id><published>2007-03-26T08:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T08:35:43.491+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on Jarid's Speech Therapy</title><content type='html'>Well Jarid has low muscle tone in the mouth and what we need to do now is a lot of exercises to strengthen the muscles around the mouth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Speech Therapist was very happy with Jarid and said that we are doing a great job with him.  He is a bright little boy and does more then what most kids his age would do.  He is extremely intelligent and the fact that he can right his name and recgonises a lot of the letters in the alphabet is very good for his age.  He is just not liking the feel of certain letters and also due to him having constant middle ear infection and the fact that he had reflux all plays a part in his speech problem. &lt;br /&gt;We need not have to take him for lessons as I am already doing most of the things with him and we will be given more exercises to do with him, but for now we both thought it would be best if Jarid goes for 2 months for lessons and then I can take over from there.  Reason for us rather letting him doing the lessons is that Jarid is very independent and also very persistant, he is more likely to listen to a stranger then to his mother.  He listens more to daddy though, then he does to mommy, but we getting better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am going to print out the Alphabet and each week we are going to do a letter of the alphabet.  I have boxes which I am going to stick the letter on and then Jarid is to collect things in the house beginning with the Letter 'a', for that week we will do the letter 'a' and go through the things in the box.  At the moment even 'apple' does not sound like 'apple'.  I must say we have accomplished something this weekend or week.  'Car' use to be 'tar' and on Friday he came to me and picked up his car and said 'mum ook car', when he realised what he had said he got a frieght, but was so happy and kept on saying it.  Then he tried his luck and said me, 'mum Jajid coke.'  Ofcourse mommy didn't give him coke, but it wasn't toke that he said it was coke and I gave him another drink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-940656120873250174?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/940656120873250174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=940656120873250174&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/940656120873250174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/940656120873250174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#940656120873250174' title='Update on Jarid&apos;s Speech Therapy'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-6260202066158915772</id><published>2007-03-25T09:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T09:27:46.539+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vote for your favourite</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RgYx0wVo_7I/AAAAAAAAAho/KrnXRlmTyZg/s1600-h/Picture+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RgYx0wVo_7I/AAAAAAAAAho/KrnXRlmTyZg/s320/Picture+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045775214913847218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RgYx0wVo_8I/AAAAAAAAAhw/-xJzABeIrgs/s1600-h/Picture+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RgYx0wVo_8I/AAAAAAAAAhw/-xJzABeIrgs/s320/Picture+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045775214913847234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RgYx1AVo_9I/AAAAAAAAAh4/GzaQIcmfps8/s1600-h/Picture+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RgYx1AVo_9I/AAAAAAAAAh4/GzaQIcmfps8/s320/Picture+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045775219208814546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RgYxYgVo_2I/AAAAAAAAAhA/dLNWJOv2_kc/s1600-h/Picture+305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RgYxYgVo_2I/AAAAAAAAAhA/dLNWJOv2_kc/s320/Picture+305.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045774729582542690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;5.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RgYxZAVo_3I/AAAAAAAAAhI/4UuhQmHH42c/s1600-h/Picture+308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RgYxZAVo_3I/AAAAAAAAAhI/4UuhQmHH42c/s320/Picture+308.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045774738172477298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;6.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RgYxZQVo_4I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ujQPnHS3wZo/s1600-h/Picture+309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RgYxZQVo_4I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ujQPnHS3wZo/s320/Picture+309.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045774742467444610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;7.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RgYxZQVo_5I/AAAAAAAAAhY/eYcL1zFGdbw/s1600-h/Picture+316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RgYxZQVo_5I/AAAAAAAAAhY/eYcL1zFGdbw/s320/Picture+316.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045774742467444626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get Voting for your favourite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No need voting for this one, this I just put here because I think it is too cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RgYxZgVo_6I/AAAAAAAAAhg/SINOpXlgrWU/s1600-h/Picture+332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RgYxZgVo_6I/AAAAAAAAAhg/SINOpXlgrWU/s320/Picture+332.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045774746762411938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-6260202066158915772?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/6260202066158915772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=6260202066158915772&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/6260202066158915772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/6260202066158915772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#6260202066158915772' title='Vote for your favourite'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RgYx0wVo_7I/AAAAAAAAAho/KrnXRlmTyZg/s72-c/Picture+029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-7509787166370457357</id><published>2007-03-16T11:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T17:42:04.776+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiny Feet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RfsVKJDQEhI/AAAAAAAAAg4/j4ARcE3icVc/s1600-h/footprint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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It went well.  1st Only I went in, I thought after she spoke to me then she was going to speak to Lyndon, but she didn't.  Then after I answered all her questions as to why I thought Jarid needed a Speech Therapist and what was his speech like we went to fetch him.  I sat with in on the lesson and I was very embressed.  She did a lot of the things I already did with Jarid, but I never get to see the results as he refuses to show me the results.  She was extremely blown away by Jarid's behaviour, the way he listened to her and the way he takes command and does things.  She was also very empressed by the way he showed emotion in his face, excitement when doing something or while waiting for the next mystery.  The fact that even though his speech is not clear he knows his colours.  Knows the animals and even was able to match a toy animal with the animal on the card even if the card's were different to the animals.  She started off with Mr Potato Head and went through the eyes feet, arms, nose, ears, etc with Jarid and he put them all in the correct place and he doesn't even have a Mr Potato Head (I'd like to get him one though, he really enjoyed it).  Well next week Friday just me and Lyndon needs to go without Jarid and then she will let us know what she evaluated and wether we will need to take Jarid for speech therapy or not.  I must say I was a little nervous when Jarid kept on telling me to look at what he had done, but I think it went well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jarid does not say his 'L' probably, she says it is as if he keeps his tongue still in his mouth and doesn't move it, but yet he can move it, so there isn't anything wrong with him.  He just refuses to move his tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Exercise 1 - for parents to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Look Jarid in the eyes and speak to him&lt;br /&gt;2.  Get down to Jarid's level when you speak to him.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Give him choices e.g.  Do you want to drink &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;juice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well that is the update.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-4891019670581116364?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/4891019670581116364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=4891019670581116364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/4891019670581116364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/4891019670581116364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#4891019670581116364' title='Speech Therapist'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-1267366797331501199</id><published>2007-03-09T08:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T19:48:15.645+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bear In My Basket &amp; The Brother's In Blues</title><content type='html'>On The Digital Memories Blog Now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://claudellephotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://claudellephotography.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-1267366797331501199?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/1267366797331501199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=1267366797331501199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/1267366797331501199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/1267366797331501199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#1267366797331501199' title='Bear In My Basket &amp; The Brother&apos;s In Blues'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-2601355056296362905</id><published>2007-03-07T08:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T08:45:49.518+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy's Diet</title><content type='html'>So this morning I added the Detox Cereal to my diet.  I though did not use skim milk, but I don't think a little of full cream milk will make a difference as long as I don't indulge in it.  I don't want change the way I eat, but rather reduce the amount of what I eat, so instead of cutting it out I am reducing it, but adding a few of other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WEDNESDAY'S MENU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Breakfast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Glass of water with fresh lemon (I squeezed the lemon into the water)&lt;br /&gt;Kellogg's All - Bran Fruitful (detox), full cream milk (suppose to be skim milk, but didn't have any), and grated red apple (apple helps with not adding sugar and it is very filling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Snack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annique Detox Tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lunch&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Garlic and Herb Pizza bread&lt;br /&gt;Cold meat&lt;br /&gt;Annique Detox Tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Snack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watermelon&lt;br /&gt;Annique Detox Tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Supper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken Burgers&lt;br /&gt;Water and fresh lemon juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-2601355056296362905?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/2601355056296362905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=2601355056296362905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/2601355056296362905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/2601355056296362905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#2601355056296362905' title='Mommy&apos;s Diet'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-8803929568278645824</id><published>2007-03-07T08:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T08:22:23.904+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ignoring - works wonders</title><content type='html'>Well this morning Jarid once again did not want to get out of bed, so I told him that if he doesn't get up then mommy is not going to talk to him again and 1,2,3 Jarid was up, in the bath for a quick wash, dressed himself, had a quick breakfast, put his shoes on, got his own apple out of the fridge and gave me his bag, he was ready to go.  He even threw Caydon's nappy away for me.  I really don't think he wanted go through what he went through yesterday.  He so did not like the idea of me ignoring him.  So 10/10 for the ignoring punishment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-8803929568278645824?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/8803929568278645824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=8803929568278645824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/8803929568278645824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/8803929568278645824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#8803929568278645824' title='Ignoring - works wonders'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-8477204612643218481</id><published>2007-03-07T03:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T15:32:02.754+01:00</updated><title type='text'>When You Least Expect It</title><content type='html'>I was just handed R250 from a stranger I have never met.  My first reaction wasn't hi what's your name, but Ermmm what's this?  I felt so embarrassed when she said to me that it was from my secret friend and that R50 was for Jarid to buy a gift and R200 was for me.  I really was not expecting that shock.  Through all the confusion I didn't get her name and I am still in awe to have recieved this.  Thank you secret friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-8477204612643218481?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/8477204612643218481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=8477204612643218481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/8477204612643218481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/8477204612643218481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#8477204612643218481' title='When You Least Expect It'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-3305693594565607089</id><published>2007-03-06T02:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T14:45:16.311+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fight, fight, fight, my morning was exhuasting</title><content type='html'>Jarid and mommy faught all morning since the time he got up.  So what was all the fuzz about.  We daddy put Jarid in the bath and left for work.  Jarid was upset because he didn't want mommy to take him out, he wanted daddy to.  So what did the Monster do, splashed water all on mommy so that she had to go and change and that was it though mommy felt like giving Jarid a hidding, she bit her bottom lip, took Jarid out the bath and dressed him without saying a word to him.  Then she gave him breakfast which he took forever eating.  Once he was finish Jarid took his puzzle and started building it, while mommy was telling him to put on his shoes and to come and have his hair brushed (no chance), so mommy told Jarid that if he does not put his shoes on then mommy was going to throw his puzzle away.  Jarid still refused to listen, so mommy without saying a word took the puzzle and threw it in the bin.  He quickly put his shoes on.  Then mommy dressed Caydon and put him in the Kango pouch and told Jarid to come we are going.  He refused to walk out the door, so mommy said 'then I am going and you can stay home alone.'  He quickly moved out the door as he knew I was not joking.  Then walking down to school was not fun, until he ran to daddy's office and daddy was not there (one unhappy boy), so he wanted to go and look for daddy and mommy said no.  He stood while mommy and Caydon walked on and left him behind.  He did not like that, so he ran to his mommy and walked next to her until they reached school.  Now we have already been late because of this whole not wanting to listen to mommy and Jarid did not like the fact that he was not going to play outside.  He wanted me to leave him in the playground, but what did mommy do, she put his bag inside and picked him up and put him in his classroom, closed the door and left.  Told daddy to go and fetch him and stayed home relaxing.  It was the best thing for the both of us, for if mommy had to give in then we would never of had a such a good afternoon like we did today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-3305693594565607089?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/3305693594565607089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=3305693594565607089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/3305693594565607089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/3305693594565607089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#3305693594565607089' title='Fight, fight, fight, my morning was exhuasting'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-4643512592744101684</id><published>2007-03-05T00:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T13:04:38.188+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Jarid and Caydon</title><content type='html'>Well it is so frustrating when you phone the speech therapist to make an appointment and they tell you that they will get someone to phone you and they don't phone.  A week later you phone again and they tell you that they will get someone to phone you the following day and they don't, so now I am going with someone else.  Jarid had a hearing test done today at school and they had adviced us to take him to a speech therapist (which we had already phoned to make an appointment before we found out), he will also have to go back to the ENT as they say there is a possibility that there is something wrong with his hearing.  Well we have an appointment for the 16th March for the Speech Therapist.  Hope he gets the help he needs.  It makes me so mad, because my poor child had suffered with his ears since he was 3 months old and every time he had an infection they put him on antibiotics, until I said no more.  Then his ears had such a bad blockage that they had to syringe the ears, then he got another ear infection and they put gromits in which had made a huge difference and he has not been sick sick for ages, maybe a few sniffles, but not alot for him to go on antibiotics and which normally cleared after a day or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caydon on the otherhand has a new word.  He says go-go, when I say come lets go, then he says go-go.  It is too cute and he tries to say Jarid's name too which is something like Ja-ja.  I could just eat him.  He loves oranges.  OMG and the one he ate was sour, it was the first time he tasted it today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-4643512592744101684?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/4643512592744101684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=4643512592744101684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/4643512592744101684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/4643512592744101684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#4643512592744101684' title='Jarid and Caydon'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-4100980174263983619</id><published>2007-03-01T09:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T09:20:46.329+01:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY BIG BOY</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Jarid.  Hope you have a lovely day today and that you have a lovely party at school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear child&lt;br /&gt;Time has gone by so quickly&lt;br /&gt;Just the other day you were born and I held you close to me&lt;br /&gt;Then we were celebrating your first birthday and watched you take your first step&lt;br /&gt;Then came your 2nd birthday and the terrible two, but that was ok, because I loved you&lt;br /&gt;Now you are three and I look forward to what this year brings for us&lt;br /&gt;Time has gone by so quickly and even though I got to hear your first word&lt;br /&gt;See you your first steps, hear your first sentence and I can go on I feel&lt;br /&gt;time has gone by too fast&lt;br /&gt;You are growing up so quickly, no more a baby, but you'll always be my baby&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday my Little Hero, hope your day is good.&lt;br /&gt;Love Mommy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-4100980174263983619?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/4100980174263983619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=4100980174263983619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/4100980174263983619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/4100980174263983619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#4100980174263983619' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY BIG BOY'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-8289863522069287691</id><published>2007-02-27T08:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T08:56:55.595+01:00</updated><title type='text'>So who broke the Scale</title><content type='html'>So I am suppose to have weighed myself, but sheesh when I got the scale out it was broken, so now have to wait for it, but I have lost some more cm's which is good.  I feel so refreshed except today I am not feeling too well, so there will be no detoxing today only thing I can drink will be the tea, but that will be ok.  As long as I don't go way off the diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waist:  98cm&lt;br /&gt;Hip:  115cm&lt;br /&gt;WHR:  0.85&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-8289863522069287691?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/8289863522069287691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=8289863522069287691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/8289863522069287691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/8289863522069287691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#8289863522069287691' title='So who broke the Scale'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-6657955713800588015</id><published>2007-02-26T02:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T14:57:03.195+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Not yet 3 but it was still Party time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/ReLlzKfvtOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/6CkRjc5cqOM/s1600-h/page01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/ReLlZafvtLI/AAAAAAAAAfs/eSaSHaUmLog/s320/page04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035839558125597874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/ReLlZqfvtMI/AAAAAAAAAf0/yK9VHeC0wbY/s1600-h/page05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/ReLlZqfvtMI/AAAAAAAAAf0/yK9VHeC0wbY/s320/page05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035839562420565186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/ReLlZqfvtNI/AAAAAAAAAf8/r0cbdS0HtK8/s1600-h/page06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/ReLlZqfvtNI/AAAAAAAAAf8/r0cbdS0HtK8/s320/page06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035839562420565202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/ReLkVKfvtEI/AAAAAAAAAe0/kMft5kZBVfE/s1600-h/page07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/ReLkVKfvtEI/AAAAAAAAAe0/kMft5kZBVfE/s320/page07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035838385599525954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/ReLkVafvtFI/AAAAAAAAAe8/wWJZwYgY9xA/s1600-h/PAGE08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/ReLkVafvtFI/AAAAAAAAAe8/wWJZwYgY9xA/s320/PAGE08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035838389894493266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Party Packs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/ReLkVafvtGI/AAAAAAAAAfE/UlfyeqULIiM/s1600-h/Picture+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/ReLkVafvtGI/AAAAAAAAAfE/UlfyeqULIiM/s320/Picture+082.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035838389894493282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/ReLkVqfvtHI/AAAAAAAAAfM/k5wVrcHcXMQ/s1600-h/Picture+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/ReLkVqfvtHI/AAAAAAAAAfM/k5wVrcHcXMQ/s320/Picture+083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035838394189460594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/ReLkX6fvtII/AAAAAAAAAfU/t6J2z2VDmHQ/s1600-h/Picture+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/ReLkX6fvtII/AAAAAAAAAfU/t6J2z2VDmHQ/s320/Picture+085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035838432844166274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am so glad one party is over and now to wait for Thursday where we will be having a party for him at school.  The party packs was fun to make, but shew does ones hands and fingers get sore, especially if you have to do 54 packs.  Jarid enjoy his party.  All Day he was asking me when he can blow out the candles.  The party was suppose to start at 2:30pm, but only started at 4:30pm or somewhere around there.  I can't believe that he is almost 3.  Oh and the weather was lovely.  It wasn't to hot, but we never had the light drizzles like we had for his 1st and 2nd party.  It was a really lovely day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-6657955713800588015?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/6657955713800588015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=6657955713800588015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/6657955713800588015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/6657955713800588015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#6657955713800588015' title='Not yet 3 but it was still Party time'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/ReLlzKfvtOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/6CkRjc5cqOM/s72-c/page01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-6228809923422881563</id><published>2007-02-26T02:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T14:22:53.780+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Pictures of their cousin's party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/ReLdDqfvs6I/AAAAAAAAAc8/My0hz6x9Ils/s1600-h/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/ReLdDqfvs6I/AAAAAAAAAc8/My0hz6x9Ils/s320/Picture+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035830388370420642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/ReLdDqfvs7I/AAAAAAAAAdE/F9b3yTMDtHQ/s1600-h/Picture+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/ReLdDqfvs7I/AAAAAAAAAdE/F9b3yTMDtHQ/s320/Picture+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035830388370420658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Birthday Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/ReLd2afvtBI/AAAAAAAAAd0/gFqzUmg0C1E/s1600-h/Picture+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/ReLd2afvtBI/AAAAAAAAAd0/gFqzUmg0C1E/s320/Picture+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035831260248781842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/ReLdD6fvs8I/AAAAAAAAAdM/8oRbb6pibME/s1600-h/Picture+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/ReLdD6fvs8I/AAAAAAAAAdM/8oRbb6pibME/s320/Picture+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035830392665387970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cousin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/ReLdD6fvs9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/E7UkxkulUK4/s1600-h/Picture+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/ReLdD6fvs9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/E7UkxkulUK4/s320/Picture+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035830392665387986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caydon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/ReLdEKfvs-I/AAAAAAAAAdc/IZmJbb8dYZg/s1600-h/Picture+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/ReLdEKfvs-I/AAAAAAAAAdc/IZmJbb8dYZg/s320/Picture+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035830396960355298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/ReLd2Kfvs_I/AAAAAAAAAdk/4AP00Pvi_EU/s1600-h/Picture+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/ReLd2Kfvs_I/AAAAAAAAAdk/4AP00Pvi_EU/s320/Picture+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035831255953814514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/ReLd2KfvtAI/AAAAAAAAAds/_D9xiZM7cK4/s1600-h/Picture+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/ReLd2KfvtAI/AAAAAAAAAds/_D9xiZM7cK4/s320/Picture+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035831255953814530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/ReLd2afvtCI/AAAAAAAAAd8/KaKVIb_VZwE/s1600-h/Picture+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/ReLd2afvtCI/AAAAAAAAAd8/KaKVIb_VZwE/s320/Picture+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035831260248781858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/ReLd2qfvtDI/AAAAAAAAAeE/U5Bym2CbX8w/s1600-h/Picture+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/ReLd2qfvtDI/AAAAAAAAAeE/U5Bym2CbX8w/s320/Picture+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035831264543749170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-6228809923422881563?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/6228809923422881563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=6228809923422881563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/6228809923422881563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/6228809923422881563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#6228809923422881563' title='Some Pictures of their cousin&apos;s party'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/ReLdDqfvs6I/AAAAAAAAAc8/My0hz6x9Ils/s72-c/Picture+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-211574154579083330</id><published>2007-02-22T07:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T07:03:30.464+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Before &amp; After 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Rd0yIafvs5I/AAAAAAAAAcw/GSFg_VJk3S0/s1600-h/beforeafter00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Rd0yIafvs5I/AAAAAAAAAcw/GSFg_VJk3S0/s320/beforeafter00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034235078602896274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-211574154579083330?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/211574154579083330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=211574154579083330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/211574154579083330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/211574154579083330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#211574154579083330' title='Before &amp; After 1'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Rd0yIafvs5I/AAAAAAAAAcw/GSFg_VJk3S0/s72-c/beforeafter00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-124904462506698284</id><published>2007-02-19T10:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T21:35:54.999+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of Mommy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY MOMMY LOST WEIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Rdl3hafvsrI/AAAAAAAAAZw/SZtJwcMLLOM/s1600-h/Picture+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Rdl3hafvsrI/AAAAAAAAAZw/SZtJwcMLLOM/s320/Picture+079.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033185474495099570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Rdl3hqfvssI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/9evlctPmIwo/s1600-h/Picture+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Rdl3hqfvssI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/9evlctPmIwo/s320/Picture+081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033185478790066882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Rdl3FqfvslI/AAAAAAAAAZA/c5rTmNHH-mU/s1600-h/Picture+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Rdl3FqfvslI/AAAAAAAAAZA/c5rTmNHH-mU/s320/Picture+063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033184997753729618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Rdl3F6fvsmI/AAAAAAAAAZI/794LT9A8Cs8/s1600-h/Picture+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Rdl3F6fvsmI/AAAAAAAAAZI/794LT9A8Cs8/s320/Picture+067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033185002048696930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOMMY LOOKING AT A BIRD JARID SHOWED HER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Rdl3F6fvsnI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/ydphx5Ye6Mk/s1600-h/Picture+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Rdl3F6fvsnI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/ydphx5Ye6Mk/s320/Picture+068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033185002048696946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Rdl3GKfvsoI/AAAAAAAAAZY/ebqYgaA1ceo/s1600-h/Picture+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Rdl3GKfvsoI/AAAAAAAAAZY/ebqYgaA1ceo/s320/Picture+071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033185006343664258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOMMY BLOWING JARID A KISS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Rdl3GKfvspI/AAAAAAAAAZg/mCOLKMu6H2Y/s1600-h/Picture+078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Rdl3GKfvspI/AAAAAAAAAZg/mCOLKMu6H2Y/s320/Picture+078.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033185006343664274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jarid took these pictures of me this morning before we left for school, I put my camera on the tripod and he had so much fun taking it.  I am not sure how much I lost, but in a week I have lost 4cm's.  My waist was 121 cm's and has gone down to 117 cm's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am on no special diet I eat normally, just watch the amount I take in.  I drink Ensure milkshake(expensive and only lasts for a week, so going to stick with cereal) and Annique detox tea in the morning before taking Jarid to school.  Then it is like a 15 minute walk to Jarid's school and 15 minutes home, now it isn't an easy walk.  There are stairs hills and some more stairs and some more hills, so one really gets a work out.  Twice a week I rub my body with the Sh'zen cellulite scrub and cellulite gel.  3 times a week I use the cellulite cream just before I take Jarid to school and for 1 day I do a detox where I use the sh'zen detox oil, detox crystals and something else.  I found I did get a headache, but at least I feel good besides the headache and so far it hasn't been so bad.  I am able to wake up early and I also go to bed early.  I find my body refreshed and not as tired as I usually am.  If I feel like drinking coffee during the day then I drink it as long as I drink 1 cup of my detox tea and 3 cups of rooibos tea and my water.  It all pays of in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Waist:  102cm&lt;br /&gt;Hip:  117cm&lt;br /&gt;WHR:  0.87&lt;br /&gt;The healthy waist hip ratio for women is considered below 0.8.  Borderline cases are between 0.8 and 0.85 but above 0.85 is considered to be unhealthy which is what I am so I am not going to am too high, I am going to get my ratio down first to 0.85 and from there I will set another goal for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update:&lt;br /&gt;Weight:  78 kg&lt;br /&gt;Height:  1.65 m&lt;br /&gt;BMI (body Mass Index):  29 (Goal is to reach25)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall weight I want to reach is 56kg, but for now my goal is set to reach 67kg.  One step at a time that is what it takes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-124904462506698284?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/124904462506698284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=124904462506698284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/124904462506698284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/124904462506698284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#124904462506698284' title='Pictures of Mommy'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/Rdl3hafvsrI/AAAAAAAAAZw/SZtJwcMLLOM/s72-c/Picture+079.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-6958127325365651969</id><published>2007-02-19T07:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T19:38:00.189+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mostly of Jarid, but 2 of Caydon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RdntxKfvsyI/AAAAAAAAAbI/5UVsAOZNlrI/s1600-h/Picture+094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RdVlz8082iI/AAAAAAAAAYo/jemdO2v3gVc/s320/littleangelcaydon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032040101832350242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-2269038669521339075?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/2269038669521339075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=2269038669521339075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/2269038669521339075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/2269038669521339075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#2269038669521339075' title='Pictures of Caydon'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RdVlz8082iI/AAAAAAAAAYo/jemdO2v3gVc/s72-c/littleangelcaydon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-3489043872240876508</id><published>2007-02-16T07:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T07:17:12.490+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Jarid's Invite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RdVMBc082hI/AAAAAAAAAYc/0rwLJO3VWZY/s1600-h/Jarid%27sinvitepicture+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RdVMBc082hI/AAAAAAAAAYc/0rwLJO3VWZY/s320/Jarid%27sinvitepicture+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032011746458262034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally the invite has been all done and sent out.  Now to get through 2 parties.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-3489043872240876508?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/3489043872240876508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=3489043872240876508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/3489043872240876508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/3489043872240876508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#3489043872240876508' title='Jarid&apos;s Invite'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/RdVMBc082hI/AAAAAAAAAYc/0rwLJO3VWZY/s72-c/Jarid%27sinvitepicture+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165053128901800058.post-4724778131019431617</id><published>2007-02-15T09:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T14:31:11.431+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Shame Caydon Isn't Well</title><content type='html'>This morning I woke up got ready, dressed Jarid and then went and took Caydon out of his cot, we were about to leave when he started to vomit.  Luckily he got sick on the tiles so it was easy to clean.  Shame poor baby is sick again.  Just tried the doctor, but it was engaged, so will phone soon.  He is so phlegmy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caydon has allergies.  Smoke irritates it really bad.  Shame poor baby.  Well hopefully it will be sorted now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165053128901800058-4724778131019431617?l=jaridcaydon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/feeds/4724778131019431617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165053128901800058&amp;postID=4724778131019431617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/4724778131019431617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165053128901800058/posts/default/4724778131019431617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaridcaydon.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#4724778131019431617' title='Shame Caydon Isn&apos;t Well'/><author><name>The World In The Eyes Of Brothers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09599483457746805983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0N6xIlzLYc/SWCU0OFDbzI/AAAAAAAABQY/D2Tf7c2KD9s/S220/JaridCaydoncampus_081213_0063.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
