<?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-5545853496264303716</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:47:33.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Things My Kids Say</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethingsmykidssay.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545853496264303716/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethingsmykidssay.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Heather Reed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04425187799390107481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNZvYVmMvqk/TIxQCPSr8aI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ti1XiOsW6Cc/S220/reed+8-640.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545853496264303716.post-3922938537410275893</id><published>2011-08-15T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T10:04:38.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Big!!</title><content type='html'>I told the boys to go brush their teeth. I asked Landon if he brushed his teeth and he said, "Yes." Then I asked who helped him, he replied, "Nobody, I helped myself!" with a big smile on his face :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545853496264303716-3922938537410275893?l=thethingsmykidssay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethingsmykidssay.blogspot.com/feeds/3922938537410275893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5545853496264303716&amp;postID=3922938537410275893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545853496264303716/posts/default/3922938537410275893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545853496264303716/posts/default/3922938537410275893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethingsmykidssay.blogspot.com/2011/08/getting-big.html' title='Getting Big!!'/><author><name>Heather Reed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04425187799390107481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNZvYVmMvqk/TIxQCPSr8aI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ti1XiOsW6Cc/S220/reed+8-640.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545853496264303716.post-6235099431985376492</id><published>2011-01-10T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T11:38:54.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choose The Right</title><content type='html'>Kaden was give a CTR (Choose the Right) ring at church yesterday. He was very excited about this. I asked him what CTR meant and he told me "to be good." Later that day we were at my parent's house and Kaden was upset because he had lost his CTR ring.  We looked for it , but did not find it. I told him I thought it was still at home and I did not think he had brought it to grandma's house. He looked very worried and then said, "I need it, or else I might be bad." Kaden cracks me up!! I told him that he could still be good even if he did not have his ring and that we would find it. Sure enough, when we got home, he found it! He was very happy to have his ring back. I was very happy that he was going to be "good!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545853496264303716-6235099431985376492?l=thethingsmykidssay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethingsmykidssay.blogspot.com/feeds/6235099431985376492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5545853496264303716&amp;postID=6235099431985376492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545853496264303716/posts/default/6235099431985376492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545853496264303716/posts/default/6235099431985376492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethingsmykidssay.blogspot.com/2011/01/choose-right.html' title='Choose The Right'/><author><name>Heather Reed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04425187799390107481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNZvYVmMvqk/TIxQCPSr8aI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ti1XiOsW6Cc/S220/reed+8-640.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545853496264303716.post-5489240193941657202</id><published>2010-10-25T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T16:26:14.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Airplane ride to Washington</title><content type='html'>While we were waiting on the plane for take off, Kaden says, "Did our space ship blast off yet?" He was serious too :0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, once we did "blast off," He looked out the window and said, "I see TOYS!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545853496264303716-5489240193941657202?l=thethingsmykidssay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethingsmykidssay.blogspot.com/feeds/5489240193941657202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5545853496264303716&amp;postID=5489240193941657202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545853496264303716/posts/default/5489240193941657202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545853496264303716/posts/default/5489240193941657202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethingsmykidssay.blogspot.com/2010/10/airplane-ride-to-washington.html' title='Airplane ride to Washington'/><author><name>Heather Reed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04425187799390107481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNZvYVmMvqk/TIxQCPSr8aI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ti1XiOsW6Cc/S220/reed+8-640.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545853496264303716.post-3363857150479333797</id><published>2010-10-25T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T16:23:17.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Million Dollars!!</title><content type='html'>Parker was SO excited that the T.V. dinner he picked out said he had a CHANCE to win a MILLION DOLLARS!!!!!! He peeked inside the box and said, "Oh, I did not win a million dollars, but I got .75 cents off!!" Referring to the coupon inside for .75 cents off more T.V. dinners :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545853496264303716-3363857150479333797?l=thethingsmykidssay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethingsmykidssay.blogspot.com/feeds/3363857150479333797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5545853496264303716&amp;postID=3363857150479333797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545853496264303716/posts/default/3363857150479333797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545853496264303716/posts/default/3363857150479333797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethingsmykidssay.blogspot.com/2010/10/million-dollars.html' title='A Million Dollars!!'/><author><name>Heather Reed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04425187799390107481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNZvYVmMvqk/TIxQCPSr8aI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ti1XiOsW6Cc/S220/reed+8-640.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545853496264303716.post-6644730812775763522</id><published>2010-09-15T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T05:58:48.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seminary</title><content type='html'>This is Austin's first year to go to seminary. Seminary is an early morning church class for grades 9-12. His class starts at 5:45am. He gets up at 5am. For some reason his alarm clock never seems to work, so Jeremy or I would have to go upstairs and have him get out of bed ... this was getting very annoying! Finally one day Austin's alarm clock was going off at 5am ... too bad it was SATURDAY!! Now, the funniest part of this story has yet to come. Yesterday Austin was up and ready to wait for his ride ... only it was not 5:30am it was 4:30am!! His clock had the wrong time on it and he got up at 4am and did not notice the "real" time until he was already ready at 4:30am!! Today, his alarm went off at the right time and he got up and ready on his own :-) Hopefully this is how it will go for the rest of his seminary days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545853496264303716-6644730812775763522?l=thethingsmykidssay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethingsmykidssay.blogspot.com/feeds/6644730812775763522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5545853496264303716&amp;postID=6644730812775763522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545853496264303716/posts/default/6644730812775763522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545853496264303716/posts/default/6644730812775763522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethingsmykidssay.blogspot.com/2010/09/seminary.html' title='Seminary'/><author><name>Heather Reed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04425187799390107481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNZvYVmMvqk/TIxQCPSr8aI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ti1XiOsW6Cc/S220/reed+8-640.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545853496264303716.post-8816517793360573296</id><published>2010-09-11T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T18:27:11.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IT IS A GIRL!!</title><content type='html'>September 2, 2010. Today was the day that we would all find out if we were having a boy or a girl. My sister Amie came and got Kaden and Landon. The other 5 boys were at school. When Amie took Kaden, he told her, “ I cannot stay at your house for a long time, my mom is having a baby and I need to go home.” Four hours after they had left our baby arrived. Kaden was right all along!! We had our little Sarah!! She finally came!! She was here and healthy!! The moment was undescriable. I love all my babies, but this time it was different. I called my sister, Amie and asked to talk to Kaden. When he got on the phone and  I said, “Kaden, I had the baby.” His reponse, “Okay I am coming!!” and he gave Amie the phone. She asked him, “Did your mom have a boy or girl?” He pointed his finger at her and said, “IT IS A GIRL!” Amie got back on the phone and asked, “Did you really have a girl?” I replied, “Yes, but I never told Kaden that.” She said, “Okay, we are coming over now. Kaden is getting his shoes on.” When Kaden got home and saw his little Sarah he said, “See I knew it was girl.” He is so proud and protective of her already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545853496264303716-8816517793360573296?l=thethingsmykidssay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethingsmykidssay.blogspot.com/feeds/8816517793360573296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5545853496264303716&amp;postID=8816517793360573296&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545853496264303716/posts/default/8816517793360573296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545853496264303716/posts/default/8816517793360573296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethingsmykidssay.blogspot.com/2010/09/it-is-girl.html' title='IT IS A GIRL!!'/><author><name>Heather Reed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04425187799390107481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNZvYVmMvqk/TIxQCPSr8aI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ti1XiOsW6Cc/S220/reed+8-640.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545853496264303716.post-7821808954809100179</id><published>2010-08-24T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T06:26:39.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Restaurant!!</title><content type='html'>Last night at dinner Parker asked Jeremy, "How much would it cost to buy the best restaurant in the whole world?" Jeremy told him he was not sure. Then Payton said, "I know what restaurant it is, McDonalds!! Parker replied, "No, it is Wendys!!" Funny, I never considered either of those to be "the best restaurant in the whole world!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545853496264303716-7821808954809100179?l=thethingsmykidssay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethingsmykidssay.blogspot.com/feeds/7821808954809100179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5545853496264303716&amp;postID=7821808954809100179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545853496264303716/posts/default/7821808954809100179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545853496264303716/posts/default/7821808954809100179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethingsmykidssay.blogspot.com/2010/08/best-restaurant.html' title='Best Restaurant!!'/><author><name>Heather Reed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04425187799390107481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNZvYVmMvqk/TIxQCPSr8aI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ti1XiOsW6Cc/S220/reed+8-640.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545853496264303716.post-758443145640487307</id><published>2010-07-27T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T17:23:27.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Six is not a lot....</title><content type='html'>Tonight Adrion and some of the other boys were watching a show. One of the commercials was for the Brady Bunch on DVD. As they were watching it, Adrion says, "They are suppose to have a lot of kids, but they only have six. Six is not a lot."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545853496264303716-758443145640487307?l=thethingsmykidssay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethingsmykidssay.blogspot.com/feeds/758443145640487307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5545853496264303716&amp;postID=758443145640487307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545853496264303716/posts/default/758443145640487307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545853496264303716/posts/default/758443145640487307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethingsmykidssay.blogspot.com/2010/07/six-is-not-lot.html' title='Six is not a lot....'/><author><name>Heather Reed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04425187799390107481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNZvYVmMvqk/TIxQCPSr8aI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ti1XiOsW6Cc/S220/reed+8-640.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545853496264303716.post-3366312358239434093</id><published>2010-07-27T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T17:21:00.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cats and Dogs</title><content type='html'>While we were staying at our friend's Ranch in Voca, Texas, we were able to play with many animals. One of which was a black and white Pomeranian dog. While Kaden was playing with her she started to bark. Somewhat confused, Kaden looks at me and says, "Why does that cat bark like a dog?" It took him a while to realize that she really was a dog....LOL!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545853496264303716-3366312358239434093?l=thethingsmykidssay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethingsmykidssay.blogspot.com/feeds/3366312358239434093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5545853496264303716&amp;postID=3366312358239434093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545853496264303716/posts/default/3366312358239434093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545853496264303716/posts/default/3366312358239434093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethingsmykidssay.blogspot.com/2010/07/cats-and-dogs.html' title='Cats and Dogs'/><author><name>Heather Reed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04425187799390107481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNZvYVmMvqk/TIxQCPSr8aI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ti1XiOsW6Cc/S220/reed+8-640.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545853496264303716.post-627980379888882331</id><published>2010-06-28T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T11:36:17.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baldness</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, Kaden was looking at the top of Jeremy's head and asked, "Dad how come your hair fell off of here and is on your chest now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, where did that kid come from?!?!? He makes us laugh ALL the time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545853496264303716-627980379888882331?l=thethingsmykidssay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethingsmykidssay.blogspot.com/feeds/627980379888882331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5545853496264303716&amp;postID=627980379888882331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545853496264303716/posts/default/627980379888882331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545853496264303716/posts/default/627980379888882331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethingsmykidssay.blogspot.com/2010/06/baldness.html' title='Baldness'/><author><name>Heather Reed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04425187799390107481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNZvYVmMvqk/TIxQCPSr8aI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ti1XiOsW6Cc/S220/reed+8-640.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545853496264303716.post-7600538195179818120</id><published>2010-06-21T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T07:23:28.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Totally Fat!"</title><content type='html'>This morning after Payton ate some Cap'n Crunch he said, "I am not going to eat Cap'n Crunch anymore!" Adrion asked him, "Why?" Payton replied, "Because, I was reading it and it said that is was totally fat!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA!HA! What he thought said, "totally fat" was "total fat." Too funny!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545853496264303716-7600538195179818120?l=thethingsmykidssay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethingsmykidssay.blogspot.com/feeds/7600538195179818120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5545853496264303716&amp;postID=7600538195179818120&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545853496264303716/posts/default/7600538195179818120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545853496264303716/posts/default/7600538195179818120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethingsmykidssay.blogspot.com/2010/06/totally-fat.html' title='&quot;Totally Fat!&quot;'/><author><name>Heather Reed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04425187799390107481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNZvYVmMvqk/TIxQCPSr8aI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ti1XiOsW6Cc/S220/reed+8-640.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545853496264303716.post-1935157714047603500</id><published>2010-05-18T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T21:41:26.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homebirth</title><content type='html'>Today a friend of mine told me a funny story. She went on a school field trip with Payton's class to the Log Cabin Museum earlier in the school year. While they were there the workers told them all about being pioneers. One of the stories was about how babies were born at home. The man said that now everyone is born in a hospital. He looked right at Payton and asked, "What hospital were you born in?" Payton's response was, "I was born at home." The man then said, "Of course I picked the one that was born at home!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545853496264303716-1935157714047603500?l=thethingsmykidssay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethingsmykidssay.blogspot.com/feeds/1935157714047603500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5545853496264303716&amp;postID=1935157714047603500&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545853496264303716/posts/default/1935157714047603500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545853496264303716/posts/default/1935157714047603500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethingsmykidssay.blogspot.com/2010/05/homebirth.html' title='Homebirth'/><author><name>Heather Reed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04425187799390107481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNZvYVmMvqk/TIxQCPSr8aI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ti1XiOsW6Cc/S220/reed+8-640.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545853496264303716.post-8979927162286480092</id><published>2010-05-16T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T15:32:21.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures!</title><content type='html'>While we were at Sea World yesterday, there was one ride that our entire family could go on...Texas Splash down. It is a log ride. So, we all went  on it. Kaden was very excited since it was the only ride he was tall enough to go on. Kaden, Adrion, Parker and I were in a log together. As we started the ride Kaden was full of excitement. We started to go up, up, up....as we were going up Kaden said, "We are going on an adventure!" Still with excitement in his voice. Then we got to the top and went down, down, down, down...Kaden started to cry and wanted to get off. I calmed him down and he somewhat enjoyed the rest of the ride. Once we went down the last two little drops and I told him the ride was over, he then said, "I do NOT want to go on another adventure!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night, we went on the Texas Splash Down again, but Kaden refused to go and stated again, "I am NOT going on an adventure!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545853496264303716-8979927162286480092?l=thethingsmykidssay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethingsmykidssay.blogspot.com/feeds/8979927162286480092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5545853496264303716&amp;postID=8979927162286480092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545853496264303716/posts/default/8979927162286480092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545853496264303716/posts/default/8979927162286480092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethingsmykidssay.blogspot.com/2010/05/adventures.html' title='Adventures!'/><author><name>Heather Reed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04425187799390107481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNZvYVmMvqk/TIxQCPSr8aI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ti1XiOsW6Cc/S220/reed+8-640.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545853496264303716.post-7921046138901221572</id><published>2010-05-10T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T07:25:23.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories of Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;This&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;what I got from Adrion on Mother's Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A funny moment with mom...&lt;/span&gt;My mom said, Payton and Parker wrote in there school journal aboute the drunk man when I was writing in my journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best advice my mom gave me...&lt;/span&gt;To rap the presents sepretly so the person can open more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom always says...&lt;/span&gt;Lock the door!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I know about my mom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;likes blue and yellow.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;likes sunflowers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is the 1 out of 4 children.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is in the 30's.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;likes the game mario.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;was born in January.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What I like about mom...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;she cleans.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;puts famaly before herself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Helps me with home work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She lets us do fun stuff that most kids don't get to do.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;By: Adrion Reed (4th Grade)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545853496264303716-7921046138901221572?l=thethingsmykidssay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethingsmykidssay.blogspot.com/feeds/7921046138901221572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5545853496264303716&amp;postID=7921046138901221572&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545853496264303716/posts/default/7921046138901221572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545853496264303716/posts/default/7921046138901221572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethingsmykidssay.blogspot.com/2010/05/memories-of-mom.html' title='Memories of Mom'/><author><name>Heather Reed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04425187799390107481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNZvYVmMvqk/TIxQCPSr8aI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ti1XiOsW6Cc/S220/reed+8-640.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545853496264303716.post-2190735347955077292</id><published>2010-05-06T18:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T19:00:26.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Powers</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was Payton's 8th birthday!! I went to his class at school to bring birthday treats. While I was there Payton came up to me and told me, "Mom, during break I could catch the football really good today! I think it is because it is my birthday." To be 8 years old again ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545853496264303716-2190735347955077292?l=thethingsmykidssay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethingsmykidssay.blogspot.com/feeds/2190735347955077292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5545853496264303716&amp;postID=2190735347955077292&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545853496264303716/posts/default/2190735347955077292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545853496264303716/posts/default/2190735347955077292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethingsmykidssay.blogspot.com/2010/05/birthday-powers.html' title='Birthday Powers'/><author><name>Heather Reed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04425187799390107481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNZvYVmMvqk/TIxQCPSr8aI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ti1XiOsW6Cc/S220/reed+8-640.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545853496264303716.post-7937996662629514451</id><published>2010-04-28T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T07:19:26.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apples and Libraries</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Payton's 2nd grade class went on a field trip. Before they went, Payton was telling me all about the "Apple" store they were going to. He said "there are all types of apples there." And he also said, "we are going to use a computer to see how the "apples" are made!" I tried to tell him that an "Apple" was actually a brand of computer. He did NOT believe me.He thought it was a store full of apples you eat! After he came home he was very excited about this "Apple" store. He got to play on an iPad, make his own website and see some cool gadgets. He then told me I was right about it being a computer store. Then he went on tell me about this "huge library". He thought it was the best library ever! You can even buy food there and he got to have a hot chocolate! He really wants to go there again. This library is also known as "Barnes and Noble." After the "Apple store and the Library" it was on to the movie theater to see Disney's "Ocean". He enjoyed that too, but was a little worn out since he fell asleep towards the end of the movie! All in all he had a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545853496264303716-7937996662629514451?l=thethingsmykidssay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethingsmykidssay.blogspot.com/feeds/7937996662629514451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5545853496264303716&amp;postID=7937996662629514451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545853496264303716/posts/default/7937996662629514451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545853496264303716/posts/default/7937996662629514451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethingsmykidssay.blogspot.com/2010/04/apples-and-libraries.html' title='Apples and Libraries'/><author><name>Heather Reed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04425187799390107481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNZvYVmMvqk/TIxQCPSr8aI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ti1XiOsW6Cc/S220/reed+8-640.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545853496264303716.post-1214336323788602108</id><published>2010-04-19T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T12:01:31.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Crash</title><content type='html'>Yesterday a drunk guy crashed through our backyard brick fence. None of us were hurt since we were in the house. After the police, firemen, ambulance, tow truck were gone, my dad (who had come over) went out back to check it out. Before that all my boys watched as everyone did there jobs at the scene of the accident. They even watched the man get handcuffed and put in the police car. So, back to my dad in the backyard. While he was out there Kaden says, "Grandpa is outside and he is gonna catched." (Meaning that the police would take grandpa away too.) He did not quite understand what was going on out there. But we explained to him that the man that was "catched" was a bad man and that grandpa was okay out there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545853496264303716-1214336323788602108?l=thethingsmykidssay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethingsmykidssay.blogspot.com/feeds/1214336323788602108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5545853496264303716&amp;postID=1214336323788602108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545853496264303716/posts/default/1214336323788602108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545853496264303716/posts/default/1214336323788602108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethingsmykidssay.blogspot.com/2010/04/crash.html' title='The Crash'/><author><name>Heather Reed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04425187799390107481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNZvYVmMvqk/TIxQCPSr8aI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ti1XiOsW6Cc/S220/reed+8-640.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545853496264303716.post-4810913884173131089</id><published>2010-04-18T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T15:24:30.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Time</title><content type='html'>This post is not what anyone said, but what they did. Last night Avery, Adrion, Payton, Parker and Kaden wanted to watch a movie. So I told them that they needed to agree on a movie to watch. While Avery, Adrion, Payton and Parker were trying to figure out what movie they could all agree on, Kaden picked out his own movie, put it in the DVD player and started watching it. The other boys still had not picked a movie and started watching what Kaden put on. I thought it was pretty funny! I guess all you have to do around here is put on the movie you want to watch while everyone else is trying to agree upon a movie :-) Kaden has learned early in life how to get what he wants...lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545853496264303716-4810913884173131089?l=thethingsmykidssay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethingsmykidssay.blogspot.com/feeds/4810913884173131089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5545853496264303716&amp;postID=4810913884173131089&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545853496264303716/posts/default/4810913884173131089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545853496264303716/posts/default/4810913884173131089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethingsmykidssay.blogspot.com/2010/04/movie-time.html' title='Movie Time'/><author><name>Heather Reed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04425187799390107481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNZvYVmMvqk/TIxQCPSr8aI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ti1XiOsW6Cc/S220/reed+8-640.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545853496264303716.post-3671471537699746565</id><published>2010-04-14T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T21:20:46.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Father Time == Unix Geek</title><content type='html'>Here is one right out of Jeremy's journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery told me he saw "father time" at a Unix meeting I lectured at (long ago). Then he asked: "were they really old or just sat at the the computer all day so never got haircuts?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545853496264303716-3671471537699746565?l=thethingsmykidssay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethingsmykidssay.blogspot.com/feeds/3671471537699746565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5545853496264303716&amp;postID=3671471537699746565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545853496264303716/posts/default/3671471537699746565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545853496264303716/posts/default/3671471537699746565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethingsmykidssay.blogspot.com/2010/04/father-time-unix-geek.html' title='Father Time == Unix Geek'/><author><name>Heather Reed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04425187799390107481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNZvYVmMvqk/TIxQCPSr8aI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ti1XiOsW6Cc/S220/reed+8-640.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545853496264303716.post-6782659940344972927</id><published>2010-04-14T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T19:42:29.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kadenism....</title><content type='html'>Okay, I should've called this blog, "The Things That Kaden Says!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Kaden was looking in the fridge and says "Mom, there are boogers in the fridge!" I said, "No there is not Kaden, that is gross." Then he pulls out the jar of pickle relish and says, "YES THERE IS BOOGERS IN THE FRIDGE!!" The funniest part is that he was SO serious!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545853496264303716-6782659940344972927?l=thethingsmykidssay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethingsmykidssay.blogspot.com/feeds/6782659940344972927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5545853496264303716&amp;postID=6782659940344972927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545853496264303716/posts/default/6782659940344972927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545853496264303716/posts/default/6782659940344972927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethingsmykidssay.blogspot.com/2010/04/kadenism.html' title='Kadenism....'/><author><name>Heather Reed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04425187799390107481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNZvYVmMvqk/TIxQCPSr8aI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ti1XiOsW6Cc/S220/reed+8-640.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545853496264303716.post-3300723328650640059</id><published>2010-03-28T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T08:52:33.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Target and Jesus</title><content type='html'>On Friday I went to Target with Kaden and Landon. As we were shopping, we passed by the toy section. Kaden says "Bakugan is my favorite toy in the whole world." I said to him, "Where did you come from?" He thought I was talking about the Bakugan and he said, "It is right over there." Then I said, "No, where did YOU come from?" Not really expecting an answer. I just thought he was so funny. Then Kaden said, "I came from Jesus, out of your tummy." Wow, how precious was that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545853496264303716-3300723328650640059?l=thethingsmykidssay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethingsmykidssay.blogspot.com/feeds/3300723328650640059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5545853496264303716&amp;postID=3300723328650640059&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545853496264303716/posts/default/3300723328650640059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545853496264303716/posts/default/3300723328650640059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethingsmykidssay.blogspot.com/2010/03/target-and-jesus.html' title='Target and Jesus'/><author><name>Heather Reed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04425187799390107481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNZvYVmMvqk/TIxQCPSr8aI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ti1XiOsW6Cc/S220/reed+8-640.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545853496264303716.post-6477229094855325592</id><published>2010-03-23T06:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T06:25:59.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kaden and Landon</title><content type='html'>Kaden was sitting by Landon and said, "Landon is hot." I told him that Landon is sick and has a fever. Kaden's response was, "Oh, Landon has a hot fever and I have a cold fever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545853496264303716-6477229094855325592?l=thethingsmykidssay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethingsmykidssay.blogspot.com/feeds/6477229094855325592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5545853496264303716&amp;postID=6477229094855325592&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545853496264303716/posts/default/6477229094855325592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545853496264303716/posts/default/6477229094855325592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethingsmykidssay.blogspot.com/2010/03/kaden-and-landon.html' title='Kaden and Landon'/><author><name>Heather Reed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04425187799390107481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNZvYVmMvqk/TIxQCPSr8aI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ti1XiOsW6Cc/S220/reed+8-640.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545853496264303716.post-7421327475944165770</id><published>2009-12-17T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T08:13:31.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Things My Kids Say....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;   	 	&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt; 	&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 3.1  (Unix)"&gt; 	&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 0.79in } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } 	--&gt; 	&lt;/style&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;November 4, 2009&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;Today I took Kaden and Landon to the Fort Worth Zoo. It was a beautiful day. The sun was shinning and it was 77 degrees. We met our friends, the Lees there. While we were at the zoo, we saw lots of animals. When we got to the lion, who was in an exibit all by himself, Kaden said, “where are all of his brothers?” He is so smart and funny! Then at dinner that evening we were talking about our day at the zoo with everyone, Kaden told his brothers that while at the zoo he saw “King Kong”. Of course he was refrering to the gorillas. That kid makes me laugh more then anyone!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;November 8, 2009&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;Kaden came into our bathroom today wearing his church clothing and some orange swimming googles.  He then said “how come your bathroom is orange?” He is SO funny. He knew why it was orange. It just amazes me at how whitty he is.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;November 12, 2009&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;Kaden was playing in the entryway and all of the sudden he just blurts out, “we should have another baby. Yep, we should have another baby!” This is something Jeremy and I have been talking about. I guess this just confirms that it is time.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;November 17, 2009&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;Payton told me some funny stuff a few minutes ago. His name is pronounced PAY-TEN, but spelled PAY-TON. I guess his primary teacher, Bro. Hadley has been calling him PAY-TON. I told Payton that he should just tell him how to pronounce it. Payton said that he did. So then I said, oh, Bro. Hadley is just teasing you? Payton said, yes. Then he told me that they had a lesson on not calling people names and to just call someone by their real name. Payton told Bro. Hadley that it makes him mad when people call him PAY-TON. So Bro. Hadley does not call him PAY-TON anymore. Then I asked Payton who his other primary teacher is and he said, “ I think he got kicked out.” I replied, “What???” I asked Payton his name and he told me it was Bro. Flores. Then I told Payton that he did not get kicked out, he just is teaching the Young Men now. Funny stuff that goes on in the mind of a 7 year old!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;November 30, 2009&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;We took Kaden to the dentist today. While we were on vacation last week he injured his mouth. We were in the Petrified Forest/Painted Desert on Saturday in Northern Arizona when he fell and hit his face on petrified wood. It is harder than a rock. There was a lot of blood and it was very scary. We were on a hike and about 20 minutes from the Ranger station and about 2 hours from a hospital. Anyways. Once we got to the hospial, we decided to talk with our dentist and they said to just bring him in on Monday. So, we did and we told Kaden we were taking him to the dentist so they could fix his teeth. When he fell he chipped his front tooth, that already was halfway chipped off already from him falling on the tile two years previous, and he also knocked his other front tooth towards the back of his mouth. His top teeth go behind his bottom teeth. So the dentist said to wait a month and see what happens, but they will most likely have to pull it. As I was putting Kaden in the car after we saw the dentist, he says, “Hey, he did not fix my teeth!” Poor kid.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;December 2, 2009&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;Today it is snowing in Keller, Texas. When Kaden woke up this morning, I asked him if he looked outside yet. He said, no. I told him to look out the window. When he did he said, “There is snow on my truck? That's awesome!” He is hillarious I tell ya.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;December 3, 2009&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;Today Kaden was playing with our wooden Nativity and while he was playing he was singing his own made up song that went like this.... “Christmas Tree, Christmas Tree, Christmas Tree, I Love You!" Repeated several times. Too cute.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;December 15, 2009&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;Today I went to the bank. I had Kaden and Landon in the car, so I went thru the drive. When we pulled up, Kaden says “Is this McDonalds?” I said, “No, we are at the bank. I am going to get some money.” Once I completed my transaction and started to leave, Kaden says, “Did you get it?” I replied, “Yes.” Then he says, “You got the food?” I started laughing and said, “No, this is the bank, I got the money!” Too funny!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5545853496264303716-7421327475944165770?l=thethingsmykidssay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethingsmykidssay.blogspot.com/feeds/7421327475944165770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5545853496264303716&amp;postID=7421327475944165770&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545853496264303716/posts/default/7421327475944165770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545853496264303716/posts/default/7421327475944165770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethingsmykidssay.blogspot.com/2009/12/things-my-kids-say.html' title='The Things My Kids Say....'/><author><name>Heather Reed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04425187799390107481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNZvYVmMvqk/TIxQCPSr8aI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ti1XiOsW6Cc/S220/reed+8-640.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
