<?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-7019626168030173332</id><updated>2011-07-31T03:34:29.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Title in the works......taking suggestions</title><subtitle type='html'>JESSICA, KENADIE AND JOSHUA
           EST. 2004</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodymagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019626168030173332/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodymagazine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Moody's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18433317551833481277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7019626168030173332.post-3174892382917013535</id><published>2009-12-09T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T19:59:53.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down for Reconstruction</title><content type='html'>This site is down for reconstruction due to obvious reasons most of you are aware of.......coming back soon...........................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7019626168030173332-3174892382917013535?l=moodymagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodymagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/3174892382917013535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7019626168030173332&amp;postID=3174892382917013535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019626168030173332/posts/default/3174892382917013535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019626168030173332/posts/default/3174892382917013535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodymagazine.blogspot.com/2009/12/down-for-reconstruction.html' title='Down for Reconstruction'/><author><name>The Moody's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18433317551833481277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7019626168030173332.post-2582325181585802945</id><published>2009-08-10T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T16:46:26.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life and Baby Josh's birth story</title><content type='html'>Daddy and his Mini Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JUG2aGhOazY/SoiUq5BxQuI/AAAAAAAAAH4/RZvauiC1-d8/s1600-h/JPM+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370706020222976738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JUG2aGhOazY/SoiUq5BxQuI/AAAAAAAAAH4/RZvauiC1-d8/s200/JPM+026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our sweet boy at 2 1/2 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JUG2aGhOazY/SoiUp-skw5I/AAAAAAAAAHw/LyHe7V2TZ34/s1600-h/JPM+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370706004564820882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JUG2aGhOazY/SoiUp-skw5I/AAAAAAAAAHw/LyHe7V2TZ34/s200/JPM+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JUG2aGhOazY/SoiUpJg-9bI/AAAAAAAAAHo/5e9wP5fJ5X8/s1600-h/JP04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370705990289126834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JUG2aGhOazY/SoiUpJg-9bI/AAAAAAAAAHo/5e9wP5fJ5X8/s200/JP04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JUG2aGhOazY/SoiUowb0pxI/AAAAAAAAAHg/x1QPAIMkDHA/s1600-h/JP05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370705983556593426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JUG2aGhOazY/SoiUowb0pxI/AAAAAAAAAHg/x1QPAIMkDHA/s200/JP05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brand new Josh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JUG2aGhOazY/SoiUobL02QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/dOQPsb4pP3Y/s1600-h/JP07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370705977852352770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JUG2aGhOazY/SoiUobL02QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/dOQPsb4pP3Y/s200/JP07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JUG2aGhOazY/SoiT9aqiYAI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/m1q3AdWpRHY/s1600-h/Kenadies+Recital+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370705238978355202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JUG2aGhOazY/SoiT9aqiYAI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/m1q3AdWpRHY/s320/Kenadies+Recital+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Peanut getting ready to go to her recital&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JUG2aGhOazY/SoiTptOi_8I/AAAAAAAAAHI/3F2cwz4T_f0/s1600-h/Kenadies+Graduation+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370704900363845570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JUG2aGhOazY/SoiTptOi_8I/AAAAAAAAAHI/3F2cwz4T_f0/s320/Kenadies+Graduation+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom and Miss K at Pre-school graduation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am really behind on my blog like normal. I am not going to apologize or promise I will do better. I am just used to updating it every few months. If I get to it sooner, even better. So since Kenadie's birthday not alot has happened. At the end of May Kenadie graduated from preschool and had her yearly dance recital so that was fun and kept things busy. I just continued to work and get more pregnant. When I was 33 weeks I had some pretty close contractions. They were 4 mins apart. Doctor Brown did what was called a fetal fibronectin test that tells you if you will deliver in 2 weeks or less. It came back negative but he wanted to make sure so he kept me on bedrest for 9 days. For those who know me, I am not the bedresting type. I like to leave the house everyday. I am really social and it gives me a sense of well being to be doing SOMETHING. It nearly drove me insane. I was put on modified bedrest which meant I could get up to go to the bathroom, shower, and make a snack. Since Jas has been working part-time he was home and made sure I stuck to it. I thank him for that now, not at the time. I ended up going back to work and felt fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At 36 weeks I had my cerclage(stitch in my cervix removed) and the next day I had contractions for 7 hours that were really close but I didn't dilate. My doc said that to stop them he wanted to give me a shot of morphine, I was nervous about it but he said it was safe and would stop them because they were not helping me progress any. I went home and was SO out of it for the night. I had contractions all the time all the way up until I delivered. They felt like the real thing but they never helped me dilate. I tried everything the last 2 weeks. My sister in law Melanie was here and had me take a 2 mile walk with her when I was 39 weeks. I came home and was contracting hard and thought it was going to happen. Nothing happened. I went to my last doctor appt on Monday 7/20 and my doc said I was barely a 2 and that he was being generous even saying I was a 2 and scheduled an induction for the next day. My mother in law Terri came up that night all ready to meet baby boy. I got up the next morning at 6 am all ready to go. I have NEVER seen Jas up so early with a smile on his face. Well then came the LONGEST wait of my life it seemed like. We called all day that day just to be told that I was not quite 40 wks and the labor and delivery floor had no room. They advised me the next day was going to be even busier and after talking to my doctor I would be the first one on the list for friday 7/24. I felt really bad because my mother in law used her one week vacation and had to work early saturday morning. We werent sure if she would be able to be here when he was born or not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to the hospital at 9:30 that morning and finally got an open delivery room at noon. The pitocin drip was started and we were on our way. My doc came in at 2 and broke my water and I was contracting pretty hard at that point. I asked the nurse...oh about every 30 mins when I could get my epidural. Falling in line with the last 9 months I was told I had to wait. She told me there was a C section and another person ahead of me. When the anesthesiologist finally came in I was at a 4 and the contractions were coming hard. Jason's mom after waiting all day got hungry and left the hospital to go get something to eat as she heard that nurse say I had a while to go. Well...little did I know the waiting was over. While the epidural was being put in my back the nurse thought it was interesting how hard I was contracting and why I could not really hold still. She announced that I was at 8cm. That all happened in 10 minutes. In the next 5 everything happened so fast my head was spinning. I heard the nurse say I was at a 10 and it was time to push. I went into full panic mode. I said "Wait..the medicine hasn't kicked in. I can't do this without it." My mom had come back in to check on things and I grabbed her hand. Our original plan was to have just Jas and I in the room but at that moment I needed my mom too. Its amazing even being almost 32 years old you sometimes still need your mommy. She and Jason were very encouraging and tried to keep me calm even though because it hurt sooooo bad I got stubborn and refused to breathe even with oxygen on. I looked over and saw my mom with tears streaming down her face(if you know my mom, she doesn't let anyone see her cry and usually says suck it up and don't let anyone know you're hurt) She was like you have to breathe for your baby. During all the trying to breathe and push and try not to scream like a crazy person I kept hearing my cute husband say...Oh my gosh babe..he is So big...he is HUGE...and there he was...Joshua Paul Moody 8lbs 10 0z, 21.5 inches long. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After he was we had a small scare. He was born with the cord around his neck and they had to use suction to get him out quickly. He had a bruise and a hematoma bump on his head. That was not the scary part. He was born so quickly that part of his lung collapsed and his respiratory rate was really fast. The NICU came and took him with them. I didn't see him for the first 6 hours of his life but Jason got to go give him a bath and give me updates on what was going on. He spent the next 2 days in the NICU breathing pure oxygen to repair his lung and we and a few visitors were allowed to go see him and the last evening and night I was able to go down every 2 hours to feed him. It was strange because I am such a worry wart, but I was so calm. I just knew that everything would be ok. I went to my room felt at peace and that I had something to learn from the experience. We are proud parents and after a crazy pregnancy, delivery and hospital stay we have our little miracle. He is such a sweet boy. Now at 3 1/2 weeks he is pretty much sleeping through the night and starting to make fun little noises. We couldnt be happier. Now our family is complete. My body can't go through another pregnancy. We have been blessed with our boy and our girl and we feel so lucky to be their parents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7019626168030173332-2582325181585802945?l=moodymagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodymagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/2582325181585802945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7019626168030173332&amp;postID=2582325181585802945' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019626168030173332/posts/default/2582325181585802945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019626168030173332/posts/default/2582325181585802945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodymagazine.blogspot.com/2009/08/life-and-baby-joshs-birth-story.html' title='Life and Baby Josh&apos;s birth story'/><author><name>The Moody's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18433317551833481277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JUG2aGhOazY/SoiUq5BxQuI/AAAAAAAAAH4/RZvauiC1-d8/s72-c/JPM+026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7019626168030173332.post-3551715240957882866</id><published>2009-05-18T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T19:03:06.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I have been true to my word and it's only been a month since I last updated.   It has been quite an eventful month.   Baby boy Moody is growing and doing well so far.  He is a VERY busy boy!  I can't ever remember Kenadie moving this much or just starting waking up between 1 and 2 am.  He is definitely a night owl like his daddy.  The good news is when he gets here Daddy can be up with him :)   I am 31 weeks and some change.   My last appointment to Dr. Brown was a little scary but he is always very upfront.  At 29 weeks my stitch was still holding strong but I am already 30% effaced.  So I am not dilating but I am thinning a little early.  I have an appointment tommorow.   He is just going to watch me close.  It will depend on how much my cervix is thinning tommorow if I am on partial or full bedrest.  If things are not progressing too far I will still get to work.   I hope I still get to work.   It looks as if our baby boy will not make it to my July due date.  We are hoping that with lots of rest and me taking it easy that we will atleast hit the the 36 week mark.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for taking it easy, well, easier said than done.  If you know me at ALL.  Well, I am just a busy body.  I am not the type to lay down and rest or not going anywhere.   As we have approached the warm months now it seems there is always something going where its birthdays, bbq's, concerts, or weddings.   Jas has been so good lately and taking care of me and making sure that dinner is being cooked and things are tidy so I can rest.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend we had Kenadie's 5th birthday party.  This is the first time we have had a party with friends instead of just a family party.  It was crazy and chaotic as you can imagine with 9 screaming 5 year old and kids of all ages.  She had a great time though and it was a success.  Sunday afternoon we went on a picnic just Jas, Kenadie and I.   We packed a lunch and just hungout.   It was really nice to get out of the house.   Jason and I went to Flight of the Conchords too.   The are a folk comedy band from New Zealand that has had a show on HBO for 2 Seasons.  They are hilarious and it was fun for us to see them live and for Jas and I to get a little alone time.   Today was Kenadie's real birtday.  I am still in shock that she is 5 years old.   She is such a good kid.   We had a girls day planned but unfortunately since I had the day off of work we had to go to her 5 year check up first thing this morning.   She got her shots.  I was SO relieved.  NO MORE until she is 11.   I am such a wuss during those appointments.   We also had to check back in with the doctor because lately she has been suffering from headaches.  The doctor wanted to check her eyes again.   He said by the triggers, frequency and center of pain she probably suffers from migraines.  It broke my heart.   My mom started having them in first grade and still has them at 55.  He gave me some good news that there are preventive measures and triggers to watch for.  She will be taking an antihistamine everyday  that is supposed to offset the triggers and hopefully that will help.    We left the doctor and enjoyed the rest of our day.  I had a spa gift card and shared it with Miss K.  We got mini pedi's and manicures.  She was so cute she just read a magazine and sipped her water and said "Wow, mom this is pretty relaxing right?"  Such a big girl now.  We then went home had a nice nap, got daddy and went to lunch.  We took her birthday money and went to build a bear and got a cute bunny and then got her ears pierced.  When we got there and were filling out the paperwork she was like mom I don't want to do this now, so Jas and I were like ok let's go home peanut.   She changed her mind got up there and didn't make one frown, sound or flinch.  She was so brave.  She was like that was it?   I was so proud of her.  She is tough as nails like her grandma Robin.  I must be a baby.  I was alot older and I thought it HURT.     That is about all from the Moody family right now.   We are doing well and despite some recent setbacks(for another blog this one is already too long) we are all healthy and happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7019626168030173332-3551715240957882866?l=moodymagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodymagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/3551715240957882866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7019626168030173332&amp;postID=3551715240957882866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019626168030173332/posts/default/3551715240957882866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019626168030173332/posts/default/3551715240957882866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodymagazine.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-i-have-been-true-to-my-word-and-its.html' title=''/><author><name>The Moody's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18433317551833481277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7019626168030173332.post-1895462354490919681</id><published>2009-04-13T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T15:51:23.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At Last!</title><content type='html'>November:  So since it has been soooo long since I blogged I am just going to recap by month.    So in November we found out we were pregnant and super excited.  By Thanksgiving the vicious morning sickness cycle had started and I so I didn’t eat like I normally would on Thanksgiving and there were lots of questions as to why, but we weren’t telling people just yet. December:  Unfortunately this month followed suit and I spent much of my time I should have spent Christmas shopping praying to the porcelain throne lol.  We went to Jason’s family Christmas party and it was a lot of fun and we decided then to tell the family.   Jason’s mom has wanted us to have a baby for a long time and so we decided to surprise her at the family party.  We all exchanged gifts and got her a frame that says “I love my grandma”  Inside the frame, instead of a picture it was a piece of paper that read “Coming July 2009”  She pretty much turned inside out and ran over and tackled us both.  It was really fun to see her reaction.    I felt bad I didn’t surprise my parents in the same way, but I am really close with my mom and just told her.   When I had Kenadie I surprised them with the ultrasound pic.   On a not so happy note my Daddy found out 2 days after Christmas that he had prostate cancer.   The doctor found 2 tumors that were pretty high  on the scale.  They were 7 on a scale of 10.  My parents went in and they talked about options and decided it was not in his best interest to just remove the tumors because there appeared to be other smaller ones and he would have to go through other surgeries.  He decided the best option would be to remove his entire prostate.   At first I was upset but my dad has always been healthy and this cancer is easier to beat than most when caught early.    January:  Wow, what a crazy month for our family.   So like I stated in a previous blog it was a month of fun at St. Mark’s hospital for our family.  It started on 1/21 with me having my cervix stitched.  The next day my mom went in and had shoulder surgery to break her bone spurs so she could actually move her shoulder.   My mother in law came to help us out for a few days while I was down.  She was such a big help getting Kenadie ready for school and make sure my cute little family didn’t starve.  Jas is great at cleaning, but I am the cook.   So on 1/22 the day after my surgery and my 31st birthday I was feeling good in the morning.  I didn’t have any of the side effects I was told I might have from my surgery.  I was having a really fun day just hanging out with Terri and bonding.  I got spoiled with gorgeous flowers from my husband and sister in law and lots of loves and well wishes.   That night Terri made me dinner and got me a cake and when we sat down to dinner I got really nauseated and just plain didn’t feel good.  I didn’t really think much of it because it was normal for how the last 2 month had gone.  I woke up the next day with the WORST headache I had ever had in my life.  I couldn’t see or walk or hold my head up.  I wasn’t sure what the problem was.  By that night, I hadn’t kept anything down for 24 hours which I knew was worse than morning sickness.  My doctors office sent me to the ER.  I went and they checked everything out.  Did an ultrasound and said the baby looked fine and that I just had hyperemesis and need IV infusion, they gave me a few bags of fluids and a shot of morphine and sent me home.  The next day I got out of bed and the pain was even worse than the day before, I sound like a baby but it was so terrible I was crying and Jason got scared and called my mommy haha.  We went back to the ER.   We saw a different doctor and he actually listened to what was going on an paid attention to the fact I had surgery 3 days prior.  We figured out that when I got the spinal block for my surgery that the needle went in too far and the made a puncture wound that was causing my spinal fluid to leak out.  So basically my head was banging against the base of my skull and that was what was causing the pain to be so unbearable.   The did a blood patch which meant they drew my own blood and put in back in to patch the hole.  I felt immediate relief wash over me.  The gave me a another shot of morphine and ensured me since the baby was past 14 weeks that it was safe.  I then had to go home and lay completely flat for 8 hours straight.  Jas was really cute and made sure that  I stuck to it and didn’t move.  He waited on me and got me drinks and fed me.   February:  Dad had his surgery.  All went well and they were able to remove all the cancer.  The prognosis was good.  It just was not fun to see him go through all of it.  I had no clue what the reprocussions were on your body and things that did not function as a result.  Dad is NOT one to lay around in bed all day.  It just does not fit him and he was stuck there for atleast 3 weeks.  Mom played nurse and took really good care of him.  He went back to work on week #4.  He looked really tired and I thought it was too soon, but he like he always has does exactly what he wants.   He still looks super skinny and I wish he’d gain some weight.  He has had follow up appointment since then the doc says things look good and no chemo is required at this point.  I am so relieved.  Medicine is pretty amazing these days.   On the 24th of February I had my first ultrasound.  Jason wasn’t able to get work off so I took my mom.    Heres the catch, our first anniversary was not until March 11th and he wanted to know the sex on our anniversary as a surprise.  I knew that mom can take a secret to the grave.  I was scared for me to keep that secret from everyone for 2 weeks!!   Let me just tell you, my family was relentless!!   Jason’s family asked just once and then left it alone after he was like nope, you will know when I know.  My family kept it up and they tried to trick me and everything.  It was actually pretty funny, but I didn’t tell!   March:  March was a fun month.  By this time the morning sickness had gone away.  Good thing.  Jason was prepared for the cranky, tired, always sick wife and I was glad to be somewhat back to normal.  On March 11th was our first anniversary.  I was pretty excited as we both had surprises.  Jason surprised me with a cute little bed and breakfast in Park City.  We had so much fun!  We went to dinner at an Italian Restaurant in downtown Park City.  It was pretty fancy and we felt a bit out of place but it was romantic and we just had a good talk.   Neither of us had ever been to a bed and breakfast before and the owner was a cute elderly guy named Bob.  I felt more like a guest at a distant relatives house.   It was really nice and he made an amazing breakfast.    That night I surprised Jason with the sex of our baby with little gifts with notes from me that he had to open in order.  He was sooooo excited to find out that we were having a BOY!!!!!   I was too.  He was nervous about the results.  He had said he already had a little princess and wanted a little man.   The next day we called the rest of the family.  Jason’s mom is hilarious and by the time we called his sister to tell her she already knew because he mom was so excited she couldn’t hold back.    That same week my brother Trevor and his lovely lady Annie picked up and moved their 5 kids to California.  I was really sad and was a big bawl baby about it.  We are really close and I was going to miss them a lot.  He got transferred with his job and although I was sad it was a good opportunity and a change for him.   I think what made me the saddest was his heartbreak of having to leave his daughters behind and not see them every week.  They are all settled in though now and loving the weather and the beaches.   Jason and I hope to take our little family in the fall to visit when the weather gets yucky here.   Some other good news, my little brother Mat and his love since the 8th grade got married on the 31st .  She has always been a part of our family and we love her.   They have 2 of the cutest little kids ever.  Justice is 3 and Conner is 3 mos.   April:  Wow, this is a long blog.  Pretty sure I will stick to just updating once a month.  Things are going well.    We had another ultrasound on Friday.   I am 25 weeks and am measuring at 26 wks 6 days.  He is already 2 lbs!  So I am thinking he is going to be a big kid.  I have about 11 weeks  until my stitch is removed.  It could be anyday after that.   I am excited to meet my little Joshua Paul.   Kenadie is getting excited to.  She tells everyone and I mean everyone, including strangers she has a brother in my belly.  We are registering her for Kindergarten this Friday.  She is getting to be my big girl.  I can’t believe this day is here already.  She is a lot of fun and is going to be a big help.  We love our little peanut.  That is all for now.  I promise I will be better in the future. Oh yeah, Plus, my mom started a family blog and I am pretty sure updating that on a regular basis is not an option.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7019626168030173332-1895462354490919681?l=moodymagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodymagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/1895462354490919681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7019626168030173332&amp;postID=1895462354490919681' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019626168030173332/posts/default/1895462354490919681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019626168030173332/posts/default/1895462354490919681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodymagazine.blogspot.com/2009/04/at-last.html' title='At Last!'/><author><name>The Moody's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18433317551833481277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7019626168030173332.post-1630308657237024541</id><published>2009-03-10T16:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T16:45:59.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Soon I promise!</title><content type='html'>L0ngest Blog EVER coming tommorow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7019626168030173332-1630308657237024541?l=moodymagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodymagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/1630308657237024541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7019626168030173332&amp;postID=1630308657237024541' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019626168030173332/posts/default/1630308657237024541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019626168030173332/posts/default/1630308657237024541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodymagazine.blogspot.com/2009/03/coming-soon-i-promise.html' title='Coming Soon I promise!'/><author><name>The Moody's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18433317551833481277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7019626168030173332.post-8082412315288961567</id><published>2009-01-14T17:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T18:24:04.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Past Due Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JUG2aGhOazY/SW6dMjXjexI/AAAAAAAAAHA/giJW3W6bTrE/s1600-h/morning_sickness.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291339451184937746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JUG2aGhOazY/SW6dMjXjexI/AAAAAAAAAHA/giJW3W6bTrE/s320/morning_sickness.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been over 2 months since I have blogged....I am way overdue. I didnt blog about any of the things I have been wanting too....Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years, Kenadie's funny adventures, my new nephew, my dad having cancer....so on on so forth . The reason you ask??Well, after the funnest night EVER at the New Kid's on the Block concert, we found out that we are Pregnant!! We had been trying pretty much since our wedding...and had kind of given up hope. We are thrilled. This pregnancy,however, is different than my first. I remember being nauseated with Kenadie...but not sick and throwing up all day every day. Its been a rough few months. We had a doc appt last week at 12 weeks and the doc couldn't find the heartbeat. Naturally Jason and I panicked. He got the small sonogram out and the reason he couldn't find the heartbeat is because our baby was bouncing and moving like crazy and he couldn't catch it. What a relief. I guess we will be having a wild one!! So now 13 weeks in and 11 lbs down, I am finally feeling ok enough to blog. We still have one more obstacle to get our little miracle here. Since I had cervical cancer in 2007, my cervix, while healing was better than expected my doctor is worried it will thin out too early. So as a preventive measure I am getting a Cerclage next wednesday. It is a procedure that sews the cervix shut until delivery. My doc said that when done before 16 weeks then 85% go all the way to term or close. I am confident in his abilities but like any normal person I am a little bit nervous. Send your prayers our way. On a good note, lately, I have gotten a little closer to my mother in law. Since I have to be on bedrest for 6 days she has offered to come and stay and take care of me and help with Miss K and getting her to school and such. It will be nice to spend time with her and get closer in our relationship. I do have some other things to update coming very soon! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7019626168030173332-8082412315288961567?l=moodymagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodymagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/8082412315288961567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7019626168030173332&amp;postID=8082412315288961567' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019626168030173332/posts/default/8082412315288961567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019626168030173332/posts/default/8082412315288961567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodymagazine.blogspot.com/2009/01/past-due-update.html' title='Past Due Update'/><author><name>The Moody's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18433317551833481277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JUG2aGhOazY/SW6dMjXjexI/AAAAAAAAAHA/giJW3W6bTrE/s72-c/morning_sickness.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7019626168030173332.post-8220424793309843335</id><published>2008-11-11T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T16:25:05.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ABC Tag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A- Attached or Single? Attached, attached legally for 8 months today :)&lt;br /&gt;B- Best Friend? Joni Clausen, but I have several others&lt;br /&gt;C- Cake or pie? Cake&lt;br /&gt;D- Day of choice? Sundays&lt;br /&gt;E- Essential Item? Books, can't live without reading&lt;br /&gt;F- Favorite Color? Purple.  Its a fun color.  Its a girly color that my fair skin goes with.&lt;br /&gt;H- Hometown? Sandy&lt;br /&gt;I- Idea?  It'd be a good idea to move where there is no SNOW!&lt;br /&gt;J- January or July? July-My birthday is in January but I like the warm weather.&lt;br /&gt;K- Kids? Miss Kenadie Elizabeth, age 4 1/2&lt;br /&gt;Life isn't complete without?  My family&lt;br /&gt;M- Marriage date? March 11, 2008&lt;br /&gt; N- Number of brothers and sisters? 4 bros 2 sis&lt;br /&gt;O- Oranges or Apples? Oranges&lt;br /&gt;P- Phobia and fears? Heights, Clowns, Spiders,&lt;br /&gt;Q- Quote? "The time to be happy is right now, your life will always be filled with challenges".&lt;br /&gt;R- Reason to smile? When Kenadie sings, I love to hear her sing and make up random songs&lt;br /&gt;S- Season of choice? Early Fall.  The temperature is perfect and I love all the colors&lt;br /&gt;T- Tag three people?  Jamey, Rebekah, Leslie&lt;br /&gt;U- Unknown fact about me? I love really old classic movies like The King and I and Gone with the Wind.&lt;br /&gt;V- Vegetable? Summer Squash or Carrots&lt;br /&gt;W- Worst habit? Procrastination&lt;br /&gt;X-Ray or Ultrasound? Right now I'd love to have an ultrasound which would mean I was pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;Y- Your favorite food? Thai&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac sign? Aquarius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tagged 3 people, but anyone else feel free to post this too. It's fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7019626168030173332-8220424793309843335?l=moodymagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodymagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/8220424793309843335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7019626168030173332&amp;postID=8220424793309843335' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019626168030173332/posts/default/8220424793309843335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019626168030173332/posts/default/8220424793309843335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodymagazine.blogspot.com/2008/11/abc-tag-attached-or-single-attached.html' title=''/><author><name>The Moody's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18433317551833481277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7019626168030173332.post-7368566416956480596</id><published>2008-11-10T16:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T16:59:04.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another reason to hate winter...</title><content type='html'>So I was told by my cute friend Jamey...your blog is so 2 weeks ago so I finally have something to update it with.....So...since I was about 3 years old from November-February I get about 20 nosebleeds a winter..no joke! This winter has proved to be no different. I had a bad headache yesterday and I woke up about 3am this morning with what I thought was a runny nose..but it was a bloody nose..and a bad one at that. n At about 7:30 when I had already called into work saying I'd be late it still had not stopped and it was just bad. So Jason my darling hubby was worried and took me to the ER. I had to get my nose cauterized....OUCH!!!! Parts of childbirth hurt less. Goodness. It was not fun. I had it done once before and don't remember it hurting like this. Poor Kenadie was stuck there with Jason and I for like 3 hours. She was so bored and started to get naughty...I felt bad. So now for the next 3 days I get to wear this pack up my nose and not be able to breath or eat really. I look like a weenie! I miss the warm weather already!!! Keep in mind I love you all enough to show you these pics since I showered and never got to dry my hair or wear makeup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                 Zzzzzzzzzzz...so bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JUG2aGhOazY/SRjYNcj2y1I/AAAAAAAAAG4/fqP84I3z9SE/s1600-h/IMG00119%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267197489726278482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JUG2aGhOazY/SRjYNcj2y1I/AAAAAAAAAG4/fqP84I3z9SE/s320/IMG00119%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                               So excited to be there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JUG2aGhOazY/SRjXnvaB-ZI/AAAAAAAAAGw/0FPw8eX6Hco/s1600-h/IMG00118%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267196841950312850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JUG2aGhOazY/SRjXnvaB-ZI/AAAAAAAAAGw/0FPw8eX6Hco/s320/IMG00118%5B1%5D.JPG" 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/7019626168030173332-7368566416956480596?l=moodymagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodymagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/7368566416956480596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7019626168030173332&amp;postID=7368566416956480596' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019626168030173332/posts/default/7368566416956480596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019626168030173332/posts/default/7368566416956480596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodymagazine.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-another-reason-to-hate-winter.html' title='Just another reason to hate winter...'/><author><name>The Moody's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18433317551833481277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JUG2aGhOazY/SRjYNcj2y1I/AAAAAAAAAG4/fqP84I3z9SE/s72-c/IMG00119%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7019626168030173332.post-558770742398451246</id><published>2008-10-25T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T17:04:16.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a little trim....</title><content type='html'>So after Kenadie's birthday in May I had her hair cut into an A-line that was a little longer than chin length. I cut almost 8" off her hair. I thought it would be cooler for summer and it made her look like a big girl. So this morning I went to get my hair cut and colored and Jason picked up Kenadie from a sleepover and said to help me out he would take her to get just a trim because it really needed it. I was a tiny bit nervous but I thought it was nice of him to take care of one errand that I would not have to do today. So I get home from my hair appointment and errands to find this.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JUG2aGhOazY/SQOzD3zBGPI/AAAAAAAAAGo/OGTi6t6E6ms/s1600-h/IMG00087%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261245668797782258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JUG2aGhOazY/SQOzD3zBGPI/AAAAAAAAAGo/OGTi6t6E6ms/s320/IMG00087%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JUG2aGhOazY/SQOzDvi3HxI/AAAAAAAAAGg/hh506Z2Odtc/s1600-h/IMG00086%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261245666582535954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JUG2aGhOazY/SQOzDvi3HxI/AAAAAAAAAGg/hh506Z2Odtc/s320/IMG00086%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't get me wrong, I love it.   I think her hair is cute no matter what but goodness...it is SO SHORT.   I will just have to remind Jason next time that little girls cuts are a little bit different than a little boy haha!   (Her hair was a little bit more styled, she just woke up from a nap)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7019626168030173332-558770742398451246?l=moodymagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodymagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/558770742398451246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7019626168030173332&amp;postID=558770742398451246' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019626168030173332/posts/default/558770742398451246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019626168030173332/posts/default/558770742398451246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodymagazine.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-little-trim.html' title='Just a little trim....'/><author><name>The Moody's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18433317551833481277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JUG2aGhOazY/SQOzD3zBGPI/AAAAAAAAAGo/OGTi6t6E6ms/s72-c/IMG00087%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7019626168030173332.post-2334241881972745914</id><published>2008-10-18T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T14:28:28.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're as old as you feel....</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged in a while.  Its been super crazy lately.  It seems like there is always something crazy going on.  Jason's 30th birthday was Thursday.  I am glad he joined the club.  His birthday dinner had a way better turn out than I had hoped.   I invited 15 people and 29 showed up.  It was a lot of fun.   He is a pretty popular guy.   I always say how bummed I am to be 30 about to be turning 31 and complain about a few wrinkles I have and my annoying wiry grays that have snuck up on me and the fact that I cannot stay up past 9:15 to save my life anymore lol.    I also wonder if I have done all the things I should have up to this point.  I felt this way until I had a talk with my very wise mommy  on Jason's birthday.   She was saying how many wonderful things are ahead of me that were different from the first 30 years of my life and even alot different than my 20's.  She reminded me of just how much I have grown and all the things I have accomplished.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure there's the hard stuff like the fact that Jason and I are already down a parent and I just had a friend from High School lose her mother in law.   Its crazy.  However, I still get to raise my darling little daughter and experience all the fun things she is about to experience.  I even might be lucky enough to raise another child.  I am still young enough to finish nursing school.  So when my friends say 30 is the new 20, there is some truth to it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am really tired...and am going to take a nap!  LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7019626168030173332-2334241881972745914?l=moodymagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodymagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/2334241881972745914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7019626168030173332&amp;postID=2334241881972745914' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019626168030173332/posts/default/2334241881972745914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019626168030173332/posts/default/2334241881972745914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodymagazine.blogspot.com/2008/10/youre-as-old-as-you-feel.html' title='You&apos;re as old as you feel....'/><author><name>The Moody's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18433317551833481277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7019626168030173332.post-4369158178367315745</id><published>2008-10-05T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T10:01:20.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Liar, Liar</title><content type='html'>I just have to say how proud I am of Kenadie.   She said something today that made me proud as a mom that I am teaching her the right things and its sinking in.  Kenadie is pretty much obsessed with soccer.   Her favorite movie is Bend it Like Beckham.   Its a movie about a girls soccer team in England.  One of the girls in the movie, Jesminda, is an Indian girl who's family does not approve of soccer.  They don't want her playing.  They want her at home learning cultural cooking and finding an Indian husband.   Long story short, she lies to her parents and tells them she has a summer job so she can go play.   Usually when Kenadie watches the show she is so entranced that she doesn't talk.  I was sitting there watching it with her and she was upset and scowling.   I said what's wrong peanut?  She said, " Mom, she shouldn't be playing.  She telled lies to her mama and that's not the right thing."  She said I will never lie to you mommy.  I will tell you the truth because then you won't be mad.    I will just tell you I like soccer and you will let me play.   It was so cute.   I hope this carries into the teenage years!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7019626168030173332-4369158178367315745?l=moodymagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodymagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/4369158178367315745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7019626168030173332&amp;postID=4369158178367315745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019626168030173332/posts/default/4369158178367315745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019626168030173332/posts/default/4369158178367315745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodymagazine.blogspot.com/2008/10/liar-liar.html' title='Liar, Liar'/><author><name>The Moody's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18433317551833481277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7019626168030173332.post-6427433218044990725</id><published>2008-09-30T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T21:20:16.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JUG2aGhOazY/SOL6d6aYZqI/AAAAAAAAAFg/POZckPMdJQQ/s1600-h/tandj.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252035507270477474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JUG2aGhOazY/SOL6d6aYZqI/AAAAAAAAAFg/POZckPMdJQQ/s400/tandj.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I just had to share something about Kenadie that totally tickled me. So lately, probably about a week ago, she discovered the cartoon Tom and Jerry. Sure she has her regular shows that I suffer through because she loves them. I have had more than my share of Hannah Montana, Dora, and Little Einsteins. She loves this show and is hysterical through the whole thing. I have never seen a little girl so happy over a cartoon before. Her giggle when she watches it makes me so happy. Its actually one that Jason and I watched as kids and laughed at. I DVR a few episodes a week and Jas and I actually like to sit and watch it with her. He mentioned to me just tonight "Babe, we just don't have cartoons this good anymore." He mentioned there is just too much garbage on TV. I have to agree. Cartoons nowadays are mostly violent or have adult themes that kids just should not be watching. We are more than thrilled to record episodes of this oldie but goodie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7019626168030173332-6427433218044990725?l=moodymagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodymagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/6427433218044990725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7019626168030173332&amp;postID=6427433218044990725' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019626168030173332/posts/default/6427433218044990725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019626168030173332/posts/default/6427433218044990725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodymagazine.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-i-just-had-to-share-something-about.html' title=''/><author><name>The Moody's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18433317551833481277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JUG2aGhOazY/SOL6d6aYZqI/AAAAAAAAAFg/POZckPMdJQQ/s72-c/tandj.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7019626168030173332.post-1869899682628888050</id><published>2008-09-29T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T20:33:55.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stopping to Smell the Roses....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JUG2aGhOazY/SOGZBZDNIJI/AAAAAAAAAFY/o-UmU8sQpd8/s1600-h/IMG00026%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251646889673957522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JUG2aGhOazY/SOGZBZDNIJI/AAAAAAAAAFY/o-UmU8sQpd8/s320/IMG00026%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JUG2aGhOazY/SOGX_DOijmI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/WxWn8A3MOS4/s1600-h/IMG00049%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251645749944553058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JUG2aGhOazY/SOGX_DOijmI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/WxWn8A3MOS4/s320/IMG00049%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both of these pics today are things that made me so happy. I was home today taking a breathier from work after a long, hard interviewing process for a promotion, to which thankfully I received. My sweet husband sent me these gorgeous flowers. I was totally blown away and surprised, because he doesn't do flowers. The top pic is of my little peanut taking a nap. I can't even stand how sweet her little face is when she sleeps. I could look at it for hours. So while I was enjoying these things today, I was reading emails. Grandpa Olsen sends me alot of forwards and when I have time I open them up. I got one..that really was an eye opener for me. It was a poem from a girl who died of cancer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SLOW DANCE&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever watched kids On a merry-go-round? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or listened to the rain Slapping on the ground? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or gazed at the sun into the fading night? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You'd better slow down. Don't dance so fast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time is short. The music won't last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you run through each day On the fly? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you ask "How are you?" Do you hear the reply? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the day is done Do you lie in your bed With the next hundred chores Running through your head? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You'd better slow down Don't dance so fast. Time is short. The music won't last.&lt;br /&gt;Ever told your child, We'll do it tomorrow? And in your haste, Not see his sorrow? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever lost touch, Let a good friendship die Cause you never had time To call and say "Hi"? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You'd better slow down. Don't dance so fast. Time is short. The music won't last.&lt;br /&gt;When you run so fast to get somewhere You miss half the fun of getting there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you worry and hurry through your day, It is like an unopened gift.... Thrown away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is not a race. Do take it slower Hear the music Before the song is over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bad news is that it's still an email chain. Thanks to the myth busting skills I honed from my friend Liz, I found out the girl passed away in 2002. The good news. I swear it was written for me to hear today. Anyone who knows me knows that I am always in a hurry. Jason and I are so different in regards to this. He is a laid back, take your time kind of guy. I inherited from The Austin side of the family to always be prompt, always plan ahead, and make sure my ducks are in a row. I am trying to meet him in the middle. He is REAL patient. I always lay in bed thinking about the tasks for the next day and when I can finish them, when I should be snuggled up to the handsome man lying next to me.The part that hit home was..when your child asks to do something do you say will do it tommorow? Guilty! Life is so short and kids grow up so fast. There are already moments/stages in Miss K's life that I wished I could go back and spend more time in. So, with the two things I stopped and took time to admire and appreciate, I will be adding more to my list and slow it down just a little. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7019626168030173332-1869899682628888050?l=moodymagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodymagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/1869899682628888050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7019626168030173332&amp;postID=1869899682628888050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019626168030173332/posts/default/1869899682628888050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019626168030173332/posts/default/1869899682628888050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodymagazine.blogspot.com/2008/09/stopping-to-smell-roses.html' title='Stopping to Smell the Roses....'/><author><name>The Moody's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18433317551833481277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JUG2aGhOazY/SOGZBZDNIJI/AAAAAAAAAFY/o-UmU8sQpd8/s72-c/IMG00026%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7019626168030173332.post-1520896393781255929</id><published>2008-09-16T18:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T19:17:31.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Ashley</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JUG2aGhOazY/SNBotP1LJVI/AAAAAAAAAFE/kKP6kqDb1FY/s1600-h/ashley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246808692439590226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JUG2aGhOazY/SNBotP1LJVI/AAAAAAAAAFE/kKP6kqDb1FY/s320/ashley.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately we have been trying to teach our 4 1/2 year old some responsibilities. She has really been helping out with small household chores and always wants to help me with dinner. Jason decided that maybe now she was big enough to have a pet. About a month ago he got her a pet frog. She was an african dwarf frog. Tiny and cute. When Jason brought her home she asked how to tell if it was a boy or a girl. Jas got all embarrassed and said..she can be whatever you want peanut. So she named her Ashley. Miss K was a very responsible pet owner. She made sure she was fed her pellet everyday after school. Everynight she sat down by her tank and said goodnight to her. She talked to her when she ate breakfast in the morning and said goodbye on the way out the door going to school. So here is the sad part. I walked into the kitchen this morning to make lunches and noticed Ashley was floating at the top, nothing out of the ordinary. Well, except when I usually wave my finger across the tank she moves and goes nuts...she didnt this morning :( I did not have the heart to ruin her day by telling her. When she got home from school Jason sat her down and gave her the news. She cried at first but was such a big girl about it. She said that it was in frog heaven and just went to sleep. She was very grown up and said goodbye as daddy um.....buried her at sea...lol. She is ready for goldfish now. I cried more than she did. It might be a minute before the Moody household sees any pets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7019626168030173332-1520896393781255929?l=moodymagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodymagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/1520896393781255929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7019626168030173332&amp;postID=1520896393781255929' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019626168030173332/posts/default/1520896393781255929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019626168030173332/posts/default/1520896393781255929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodymagazine.blogspot.com/2008/09/goodbye-ashley.html' title='Goodbye Ashley'/><author><name>The Moody's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18433317551833481277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JUG2aGhOazY/SNBotP1LJVI/AAAAAAAAAFE/kKP6kqDb1FY/s72-c/ashley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7019626168030173332.post-1468815583726223094</id><published>2008-09-10T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T20:30:09.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My brown eyed girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JUG2aGhOazY/SMiQhKtACfI/AAAAAAAAAE8/dKfQ7AREOV8/s1600-h/DSC_0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I am in full blogging mode tonight.....some times my mind just does not quit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So tonight I am sad. Two summers ago, my older brother and his wife of 12 years divorced. It really was the best decision and the best thing for both of them. The yucky part....is that I loved.....no still do love my ex sister in law alot. She is a wonderful lady. I have known her since I was 14. My brother has a new family and he is happy and that's whats important. I love them too..they are alot of fun. I just really really miss my nieces ( 6 and 8 years old) and my ex sis in law. I got married 6 months ago and have only seen my nieces one other time since then. My 8 year old niece Abbi was in my line and I was so happy when her mom came to my reception. The norm the past 2 years is seeing them every 3-4 months. They still scream and run and tackle me every time they see me. I just used to be alot closer to them. I would babysit alot and got to spend time with them. My sis in law even watched Kenadie when she was a tiny baby and helped me alot when I was a new mom. She was one of the first people I told that I was pregnant. I know things happen and lives move on. I just have new resolution that Aunt Jess is going to be a bigger part of their lives from now on. Even if we just hangout once a month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7019626168030173332-1468815583726223094?l=moodymagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodymagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/1468815583726223094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7019626168030173332&amp;postID=1468815583726223094' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019626168030173332/posts/default/1468815583726223094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019626168030173332/posts/default/1468815583726223094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodymagazine.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-brown-eyed-girls.html' title='My brown eyed girls'/><author><name>The Moody's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18433317551833481277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7019626168030173332.post-5507976106695661235</id><published>2008-09-10T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T20:17:31.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OOPS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JUG2aGhOazY/SMiMTRDvCkI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ch6YnSKh2Fk/s1600-h/DSC_0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244596028697414210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JUG2aGhOazY/SMiMTRDvCkI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ch6YnSKh2Fk/s320/DSC_0010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JUG2aGhOazY/SMiMJEmtmHI/AAAAAAAAAEs/4yI2rw_siVs/s1600-h/DSC_9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244595853555767410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JUG2aGhOazY/SMiMJEmtmHI/AAAAAAAAAEs/4yI2rw_siVs/s320/DSC_9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My poor husband...being a guy....and not knowing all the quirky, silly things that you are supposed to do or know about a girl.........threw away the top of our wedding cake!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day, I was feeling particularly hormonal....you know the days.....where you want to eat everything that does not eat you first. I was dreaming of cake......just thinking how delicious a piece of cake would taste at that moment. I had a vision of my favorite kind of cake. I LOVE red velvet cake. I headed the advice of the wedding planner and not wanting it to be the cake the may have gotten mashed into my dress. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So.....I opened up the freezer......and it was GONE! Nowhere to be found. I couldnt figured it out. So, I asked my sweetheart if he might know where it went. He just got a blank...I think I am in huge trouble...look on his face and said "Babe....it was stinking up the freezer....I had to toss it." Of course I was upset and he couldnt figure out why. I explained to him the tradition of eating the top of your wedding cake to celebrate your first year of marriage. He didnt know it meant so much. He thought we just had left over cake. After that I really I couldnt be mad. He really had no idea. I just reminded him to prepare for our first anniversary. I fully expect a luscious, silky, heavenly red velvet cake to be placed in front of me. Who needs roses?? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7019626168030173332-5507976106695661235?l=moodymagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodymagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/5507976106695661235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7019626168030173332&amp;postID=5507976106695661235' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019626168030173332/posts/default/5507976106695661235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019626168030173332/posts/default/5507976106695661235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodymagazine.blogspot.com/2008/09/oops.html' title='OOPS!'/><author><name>The Moody's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18433317551833481277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JUG2aGhOazY/SMiMTRDvCkI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ch6YnSKh2Fk/s72-c/DSC_0010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7019626168030173332.post-2226578583556528152</id><published>2008-09-07T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T18:17:45.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where does time go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JUG2aGhOazY/SMR9J37Q_BI/AAAAAAAAAEk/BKDh3lVnwgk/s1600-h/Kenadie+138_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243453474750921746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JUG2aGhOazY/SMR9J37Q_BI/AAAAAAAAAEk/BKDh3lVnwgk/s320/Kenadie+138_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JUG2aGhOazY/SMR7Dpa5YCI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Sk8cCMfRCL4/s1600-h/jessnkens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243451168754589730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JUG2aGhOazY/SMR7Dpa5YCI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Sk8cCMfRCL4/s320/jessnkens.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday morning I was laying in bed....thinking of random things and enjoying the fact that it was 8:30 on a Saturday and I was still snuggled up to Jason and in bed. In my pondering I suddlenly realized that September 6th was the day 5 years ago I found out I was pregnant with Kenadie. For everyone who knows me it was so far from being the ideal situation. I had a hard time at first and knew that I had hurt and dissapointed alot of people by making the choices that I made. Now that I look back it didnt take me long to get on my feet, accept my responsibilities and go forward with determination. I am SO thankful for my little peanut.(thats what I have called her since my first ultrasound because she looked like a little peanut). I am happy to say that I don't think I have done half bad. :) She has taught me alot and for reasons that only make sense now I gave birth to one fiesty, headstrong, no one is going to get me down little girl. So yeah..pretty much like I said it my last post. She is grandma Robin Jr. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were lucky enough when she was 17 months old to have Jason come into our lives. We are LUCKY girls. When he asked my parents to marry me they shared a sweet experience. After having Kenadie I didn't do alot of dating. I was skeptical of every guy and just didn't have a lot of faith or trust. The guys I went out with didn't love the fact that I was a single mother. On our third date he called me one day after work and asked me to dinner. I explained that I couldnt because I didnt have a sitter. Without even taking a breathe Jason said, "Its ok Jessica, just bring her with." We have been a family ever since. Just another one of the MANY reasons I love this man. Thank you to EVERYONE including my wonderful parents, family, friends and all of those who didnt judge me and just had faith I could be a great parent. I am SO fortunate to have her. We have been trying to have baby #2 since the middle of May. It's not going as fast as I would have liked. Its only been in the past few weeks I have had peace with what ever happens. Kenadie was born when she was supposed to have been and if she is our one and only......wel....what lucky parents we are! I love you peanut!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7019626168030173332-2226578583556528152?l=moodymagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodymagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/2226578583556528152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7019626168030173332&amp;postID=2226578583556528152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019626168030173332/posts/default/2226578583556528152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019626168030173332/posts/default/2226578583556528152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodymagazine.blogspot.com/2008/09/where-does-time-go.html' title='Where does time go?'/><author><name>The Moody's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18433317551833481277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JUG2aGhOazY/SMR9J37Q_BI/AAAAAAAAAEk/BKDh3lVnwgk/s72-c/Kenadie+138_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7019626168030173332.post-5806328277044644164</id><published>2008-09-02T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T16:56:55.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Kenadie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JUG2aGhOazY/SL3R6w9omzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/r86We5GRKpc/s1600-h/Kenadie+027_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241576348835158834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JUG2aGhOazY/SL3R6w9omzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/r86We5GRKpc/s320/Kenadie+027_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JUG2aGhOazY/SL3R7EHKDZI/AAAAAAAAAD8/mxARSI0rTvM/s1600-h/Kenadie+040_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241576353975373202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JUG2aGhOazY/SL3R7EHKDZI/AAAAAAAAAD8/mxARSI0rTvM/s320/Kenadie+040_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JUG2aGhOazY/SL3R7YU1K8I/AAAAAAAAAEE/xuuUb6gGXPQ/s1600-h/Kenadie+047_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241576359401434050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JUG2aGhOazY/SL3R7YU1K8I/AAAAAAAAAEE/xuuUb6gGXPQ/s320/Kenadie+047_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JUG2aGhOazY/SL3R852T3hI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Tgv4WzFDsK8/s1600-h/Kenadie+090_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241576385580097042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JUG2aGhOazY/SL3R852T3hI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Tgv4WzFDsK8/s320/Kenadie+090_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JUG2aGhOazY/SL3R9bx7tOI/AAAAAAAAAEU/m0GXHaBAQe8/s1600-h/Kenadie+182_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241576394688541922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JUG2aGhOazY/SL3R9bx7tOI/AAAAAAAAAEU/m0GXHaBAQe8/s320/Kenadie+182_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have changed the way I have Kenadie's pictures taken. I love in the moment pictures alot more than poses from Kiddie Kandids or Sears....My friend Angie at work took these pics and did an amazing job. I cannot believe how big she looks. Jas says she looks 16 already and is scared of what she will look like when she actually is. I love her to pieces. She is getting so grown up. She looks a little bit like her grandma Robin. I know for sure she acts like her!! They are feisty little ladies!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7019626168030173332-5806328277044644164?l=moodymagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodymagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/5806328277044644164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7019626168030173332&amp;postID=5806328277044644164' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019626168030173332/posts/default/5806328277044644164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019626168030173332/posts/default/5806328277044644164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodymagazine.blogspot.com/2008/09/miss-kenadie.html' title='Miss Kenadie'/><author><name>The Moody's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18433317551833481277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JUG2aGhOazY/SL3R6w9omzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/r86We5GRKpc/s72-c/Kenadie+027_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7019626168030173332.post-3860830226731945457</id><published>2008-09-01T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T13:15:32.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Husband Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JUG2aGhOazY/SLxM2475j7I/AAAAAAAAADk/xlX2UkeQps0/s1600-h/DSC_0253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241148572232683442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JUG2aGhOazY/SLxM2475j7I/AAAAAAAAADk/xlX2UkeQps0/s200/DSC_0253.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I already posted in the past week about Jas...but I got this tag from a friend...so..what the heck.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long have you been together? Our first date, January 15, 2006. Our Wedding, March 2008. So almost 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who kissed who first? It was mutual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who said I love you first? He did, but I had wanted to so of course I said it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who proposed? He did. We went to Thai Siam where we went on our first date. Best night of my life(Well before my wedding day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who eats more? He does...he is a guy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is taller? He is 6'1 and I am 5'5. Its perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is smarter? Well....I always tease that I am because he plays Xbox while I read 2 novels a week. It depends on the subject really. He knows anything and everything about history. He can tell you any detail about any war. He usually watches documentaries on Military History or the History Channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is more sensitive? He is definitely. I am not an ice queen or anything but he is tender hearted and I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who does the laundry? I do! The first time he sorted laundry I got real scared when he said..."what babe?? Pants in one pile shirts in the other." SCARED! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cooks? I always do. If I am not home to make dinner he eats cereal. He is great at cleaning up and doing the dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who drives when you are together? Everyone knows....I will just say it..I am the worse driver ever...Kenadie always says "Daddy is the driver, please!" If I ever drive Jason backseat drives and I get anxiety SO bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who has more siblings? Its about even. We both have yours, mine and ours families. He has more full siblings than I do though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is more daring? Physical Stuff..Jason..... Saying what's on my mind...Me! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7019626168030173332-3860830226731945457?l=moodymagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodymagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/3860830226731945457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7019626168030173332&amp;postID=3860830226731945457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019626168030173332/posts/default/3860830226731945457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019626168030173332/posts/default/3860830226731945457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodymagazine.blogspot.com/2008/09/husband-tag.html' title='Husband Tag'/><author><name>The Moody's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18433317551833481277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JUG2aGhOazY/SLxM2475j7I/AAAAAAAAADk/xlX2UkeQps0/s72-c/DSC_0253.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7019626168030173332.post-7433354579737836880</id><published>2008-08-30T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T08:36:37.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More like Midnight None!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JUG2aGhOazY/SLlo_VVPiVI/AAAAAAAAADc/yJqbJhFbDbY/s1600-h/midnight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240335078689573202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JUG2aGhOazY/SLlo_VVPiVI/AAAAAAAAADc/yJqbJhFbDbY/s320/midnight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So......with my book club being over and me finishing the Twilight Saga...I was feeling kinda empty with that series being over lol. She is in the middle of writing Midnight Sun. It is Edward's Perspective of Twilight. I was getting so excited for it to come out to feed my addiction. Then, I get an email from Carra with this excerpt from Stephenie Meyers website.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;August 28, 2008 (part II)&lt;br /&gt;As some of you may have heard, my partial draft of Midnight Sun was illegally posted on the Internet and has since been virally distributed without my knowledge or permission or the knowledge or permission of my publisher.&lt;br /&gt;I have a good idea of how the leak happened as there were very few copies of Midnight Sun that left my possession and each was unique. Due to little changes I made to the manuscript at different times, I can tell when each left my possession and to whom it was given. The manuscript that was illegally distributed on the Internet was given to trusted individuals for a good purpose. I have no comment beyond that as I believe that there was no malicious intent with the initial distribution.&lt;br /&gt;I did not want my readers to experience Midnight Sun before it was completed, edited and published. I think it is important for everybody to understand that what happened was a huge violation of my rights as an author, not to mention me as a human being. As the author of the Twilight Saga, I control the copyright and it is up to the owner of the copyright to decide when the books should be made public; this is the same for musicians and filmmakers. Just because someone buys a book or movie or song, or gets a download off the Internet, doesn't mean that they own the right to reproduce and distribute it. Unfortunately, with the Internet, it is easy for people to obtain and share items that do not legally belong to them. No matter how this is done, it is still dishonest. This has been a very upsetting experience for me, but I hope it will at least leave my fans with a better understanding of copyright and the importance of artistic control.&lt;br /&gt;So where does this leave Midnight Sun? My first feeling was that there was no way to continue. Writing isn't like math; in math, two plus two always equals four no matter what your mood is like. With writing, the way you feel changes everything. If I tried to write Midnight Sun now, in my current frame of mind, James would probably win and all the Cullens would die, which wouldn't dovetail too well with the original story. In any case, I feel too sad about what has happened to continue working on Midnight Sun, and so it is on hold indefinitely.&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather my fans not read this version of Midnight Sun. It was only an incomplete draft; the writing is messy and flawed and full of mistakes. But how do I comment on this violation without driving more people to look for the illegal posting? It has taken me a while to decide how and if I could respond. But to end the confusion, I've decided to make the draft available &lt;a href="http://www.stepheniemeyer.com/midnightsun.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; (at the end of this message on the Midnight Sun page). This way, my readers don't have to feel they have to make a sacrifice to stay honest. I hope this fragment gives you further insight into Edward's head and adds a new dimension to the Twilight story. That's what inspired me to write it in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;I do want to take a moment and thank the wonderful fans who have been so supportive of me over the past three years. I cannot begin to tell you how much each of you means to me. I only hope this note will stop all the confusion and online speculation so that the Twilight universe can once again become the happy escape it used to be. After this incredibly busy year, I am now focusing on spending more time with my family and working on some other writing projects.&lt;br /&gt;--Stephenie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boo!!!! Thanks a WHOLE lot to whoever decided it was their place to ruin the book.....shame on them!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7019626168030173332-7433354579737836880?l=moodymagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodymagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/7433354579737836880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7019626168030173332&amp;postID=7433354579737836880' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019626168030173332/posts/default/7433354579737836880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019626168030173332/posts/default/7433354579737836880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodymagazine.blogspot.com/2008/08/more-like-midnight-none.html' title='More like Midnight None!'/><author><name>The Moody's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18433317551833481277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JUG2aGhOazY/SLlo_VVPiVI/AAAAAAAAADc/yJqbJhFbDbY/s72-c/midnight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7019626168030173332.post-2690565092582093507</id><published>2008-08-29T19:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T19:43:44.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not quite Twins....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JUG2aGhOazY/SLizPljw4DI/AAAAAAAAADU/NMNijNoJWqM/s1600-h/meljaswed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240135246807097394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JUG2aGhOazY/SLizPljw4DI/AAAAAAAAADU/NMNijNoJWqM/s320/meljaswed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JUG2aGhOazY/SLizGyzYJUI/AAAAAAAAADM/udavezWOZNw/s1600-h/meljaswed.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was reminded today of something I thought was CRAZY since I joined Jason's family. His sister Melanie had a birthday today and turned 29. Jason is still 29 until October. So for 6 weeks of the year they are the same age! Yes, that is right...they are 10 months apart!!! When my mother in law went in for her 6 week post check up from having Jason she was pregnant with Melanie...nuts right? She has told me many times about Jason still not walking when Melanie was born and it felt like they were twins. They graduated the same year but luckily they kept some individuality and never had the same classes. I have a 4 1/2 year old and am trying to have another baby. Its been only in the last 6-9 months I have felt like I could really handle both. Needless to say, my brother in law William wasn't born until Melanie was 5! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7019626168030173332-2690565092582093507?l=moodymagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodymagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/2690565092582093507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7019626168030173332&amp;postID=2690565092582093507' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019626168030173332/posts/default/2690565092582093507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019626168030173332/posts/default/2690565092582093507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodymagazine.blogspot.com/2008/08/not-quite-twins.html' title='Not quite Twins....'/><author><name>The Moody's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18433317551833481277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JUG2aGhOazY/SLizPljw4DI/AAAAAAAAADU/NMNijNoJWqM/s72-c/meljaswed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7019626168030173332.post-1004020010526359300</id><published>2008-08-27T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T18:48:12.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids say the sweetest things......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JUG2aGhOazY/SLYDKj7GjeI/AAAAAAAAACM/9N7dGuxjsLQ/s1600-h/Kenadie+063_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239378696468860386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JUG2aGhOazY/SLYDKj7GjeI/AAAAAAAAACM/9N7dGuxjsLQ/s320/Kenadie+063_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As many of you know, Jason's dad passed away suddenly last summer at the very young age of 53. At the time Kenadie was still 3 and we did our best to explain what happened and that Papa was sick. Every once in awhile she will mention him and ask where he went.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other morning she said, "Mom, Papa Moody is in heaven with Heavenly Father now huh?. I said yes Kenadie that is where he is, to which she replied, "That means that he is home mom, heaven is our home." Then she said, "He is so lucky, because he can tell Heavenly Father thank you all the time. " I was amazed that a four year old is that close to the spirit that remembers. I love that sweet little face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7019626168030173332-1004020010526359300?l=moodymagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodymagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/1004020010526359300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7019626168030173332&amp;postID=1004020010526359300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019626168030173332/posts/default/1004020010526359300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019626168030173332/posts/default/1004020010526359300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodymagazine.blogspot.com/2008/08/kids-say-sweetest-things.html' title='Kids say the sweetest things......'/><author><name>The Moody's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18433317551833481277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JUG2aGhOazY/SLYDKj7GjeI/AAAAAAAAACM/9N7dGuxjsLQ/s72-c/Kenadie+063_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7019626168030173332.post-2684663366326716740</id><published>2008-08-26T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T21:18:32.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Moody</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JUG2aGhOazY/SLTG_PCmrNI/AAAAAAAAABQ/E7OP4B_ao4c/s1600-h/Moodys1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239031056210242770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JUG2aGhOazY/SLTG_PCmrNI/AAAAAAAAABQ/E7OP4B_ao4c/s320/Moodys1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just wanted to say how thank ful I am for Jason. I am so lucky to have such a wonderful husband who supports me in everything I do. He is always willing to listen to my feelings and let me know they are valid. I had a hard time today. Some old friends who I thought were really ready to let go of the past and not judge me proved otherwise. He reminded me of  what I am worth and its up to them to realize it. I made me feel so much better. We both had the day off and got to spend it together. We went to lunch and a movie and just hungout. It was fun. I miss our date night we had in the old days. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was so worth it to wait until I was 30 years old to be with this man. We have come so far in the last 2 1/2 years. Even in a years time we have been through a lot that has brought us even closer. Last year at this time, I had cervical cancer with no hope of having more  children and Jason had lost his father very unexpectedly. We have over come that and face new challenges which I am thankful for also. I can't imagine going through them with anyone else. I love you Jas! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7019626168030173332-2684663366326716740?l=moodymagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodymagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/2684663366326716740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7019626168030173332&amp;postID=2684663366326716740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019626168030173332/posts/default/2684663366326716740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019626168030173332/posts/default/2684663366326716740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodymagazine.blogspot.com/2008/08/mr-moody.html' title='Mr. Moody'/><author><name>The Moody's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18433317551833481277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JUG2aGhOazY/SLTG_PCmrNI/AAAAAAAAABQ/E7OP4B_ao4c/s72-c/Moodys1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7019626168030173332.post-5422104719392229716</id><published>2008-08-19T20:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T20:59:16.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Idiots Guide to Blogging??</title><content type='html'>So this is my first post. I am not quite sure what I am doing just yet. I need blogger lessons.  I just wanted to start up this blog to keep everyone updated on the goings on with our family.  Hopefully I figure things out soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7019626168030173332-5422104719392229716?l=moodymagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodymagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/5422104719392229716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7019626168030173332&amp;postID=5422104719392229716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019626168030173332/posts/default/5422104719392229716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019626168030173332/posts/default/5422104719392229716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodymagazine.blogspot.com/2008/08/idiots-guide-to-blogging.html' title='The Idiots Guide to Blogging??'/><author><name>The Moody's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18433317551833481277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
