<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154815174600565366</id><updated>2009-11-16T23:20:41.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three's Company</title><subtitle type='html'>Keeping Company with Caleb, Sarrah &amp;amp; Wyatt</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandsarrahdillon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2154815174600565366/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandsarrahdillon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2154815174600565366/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>The Dillons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525070225777100275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>368</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154815174600565366.post-8059386179239370602</id><published>2009-11-12T16:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T16:34:02.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No more Ouchies.</title><content type='html'>So my toe is not broken. I guess it was just really bruised. Thank God! I was actually about to wear heels to church. Anyway, West Coast is going well. Wyatt is adjusting to the different environment and all the extra handling. It is a big change from just sitting around at home with Mom, to being passed around and taken in and out of his car seat six times a day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2154815174600565366-8059386179239370602?l=calebandsarrahdillon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandsarrahdillon.blogspot.com/feeds/8059386179239370602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2154815174600565366&amp;postID=8059386179239370602&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2154815174600565366/posts/default/8059386179239370602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2154815174600565366/posts/default/8059386179239370602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandsarrahdillon.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-more-ouchies.html' title='No more Ouchies.'/><author><name>The Dillons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525070225777100275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13150781958889859972'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154815174600565366.post-8463852285994154445</id><published>2009-11-10T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T07:49:54.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ouch</title><content type='html'>We are leaving for West Coast Conference tomorrow and I broke my toe last night. It still hurts this morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2154815174600565366-8463852285994154445?l=calebandsarrahdillon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandsarrahdillon.blogspot.com/feeds/8463852285994154445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2154815174600565366&amp;postID=8463852285994154445&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2154815174600565366/posts/default/8463852285994154445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2154815174600565366/posts/default/8463852285994154445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandsarrahdillon.blogspot.com/2009/11/ouch.html' title='ouch'/><author><name>The Dillons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525070225777100275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13150781958889859972'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154815174600565366.post-5912820872374780316</id><published>2009-11-09T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T18:59:23.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'd like to say a GREAT big thank you to all the people that leave their shopping baskets in random places in the parking lot. You all are my heroes. If it wasn't for you I would have to lug 20 pounds of baby/car seat and 5 pounds of diaper bag all the way to the front of the store. Then I'd walk around for while trying to locate a shopping cart, and then with the little energy I have left, lift the car seat and place it into the front of the cart. So thank you thoughtful stranger, for having the foresight to know that I need your cart to be left in the parking space. That way when I show up to shop I can just park my car next to the cart deposit my child in the front and be on my merry way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NofxmUK4po/SvjWxHG5eGI/AAAAAAAABUo/bAG0ZF9rm50/s1600-h/shop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402303892240824418" style="WIDTH: 394px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NofxmUK4po/SvjWxHG5eGI/AAAAAAAABUo/bAG0ZF9rm50/s400/shop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never again will I walk my cart to the cart drop off station. I now realize how selfish I have been. I will always leave my cart beside my car for the next weary mother.  lol &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2154815174600565366-5912820872374780316?l=calebandsarrahdillon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandsarrahdillon.blogspot.com/feeds/5912820872374780316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2154815174600565366&amp;postID=5912820872374780316&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2154815174600565366/posts/default/5912820872374780316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2154815174600565366/posts/default/5912820872374780316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandsarrahdillon.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanks.html' title='Thanks'/><author><name>The Dillons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525070225777100275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13150781958889859972'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NofxmUK4po/SvjWxHG5eGI/AAAAAAAABUo/bAG0ZF9rm50/s72-c/shop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154815174600565366.post-4022728913742801980</id><published>2009-11-06T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T11:29:14.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widget-11.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" height="320" width="426" style="width:426px;height:320px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widget-11.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale" /&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="l" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="cy=ms&amp;il=1&amp;channel=2882303761544544017&amp;site=widget-11.slide.com"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p style="white-space:nowrap"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;at=un&amp;id=2882303761544544017&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-11.slide.com/p1/2882303761544544017/ms_t021_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;at=un&amp;id=2882303761544544017&amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-11.slide.com/p2/2882303761544544017/ms_t021_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;at=un&amp;id=2882303761544544017&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-11.slide.com/p4/2882303761544544017/ms_t021_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2154815174600565366-4022728913742801980?l=calebandsarrahdillon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandsarrahdillon.blogspot.com/feeds/4022728913742801980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2154815174600565366&amp;postID=4022728913742801980&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2154815174600565366/posts/default/4022728913742801980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2154815174600565366/posts/default/4022728913742801980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandsarrahdillon.blogspot.com/2009/11/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>The Dillons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525070225777100275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13150781958889859972'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154815174600565366.post-3707990367512099087</id><published>2009-11-05T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T10:06:30.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't belive I am saying this</title><content type='html'>While I'm really not "saying" it, I'm expressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, here goes...... Children are contagious. Seriously I hate to even let this be known, but for the last week I have caught myself thinking about a second child. Is that crazy or what? Wyatt is so young yet my retarded brain is already planning for more.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, while walking into the church I saw Erica walking across the parking lot and before I knew I thought it my mind said, " Awe, I miss being pregnant." But my real brain doesn't miss being pregnant. My real brain wants to fit into my regular clothes. My real brain wants to enjoy the summer, play volleyball and go to the county fair as many times as I can without coming home with swollen feet. My real brain is happy with life as it is and is enjoying the blessings of God.&lt;br /&gt;Now, while I do ponder on a second child it is usually only when Wyatt is being all cute or when he is sleeping. When Wyatt is up at 2 in the morning, even if he is just hanging out and cooing to himself, I am no longer thinking of a second, but rather I am dreaming of the time when Wyatt is 10, sleeps by himself and I can once again get a full 8 hours of rest.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, isn't that crazy. I can't believe my mind is ambushing me like this. But, seeing as Wyatt took about three years to get, I don't think we have too much to worry about right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2154815174600565366-3707990367512099087?l=calebandsarrahdillon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandsarrahdillon.blogspot.com/feeds/3707990367512099087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2154815174600565366&amp;postID=3707990367512099087&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2154815174600565366/posts/default/3707990367512099087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2154815174600565366/posts/default/3707990367512099087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandsarrahdillon.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-cant-belive-i-am-saying-this.html' title='I can&apos;t belive I am saying this'/><author><name>The Dillons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525070225777100275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13150781958889859972'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154815174600565366.post-8811355986017269868</id><published>2009-11-03T18:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T18:14:38.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just over Five Weeks</title><content type='html'>The day we brought him home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NofxmUK4po/SvDivmh12MI/AAAAAAAABT8/tVK38BqiGIQ/s1600-h/P1010214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400065260641441986" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NofxmUK4po/SvDivmh12MI/AAAAAAAABT8/tVK38BqiGIQ/s400/P1010214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was taken last week. My little guy is growing up so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NofxmUK4po/SvDi4c6MMKI/AAAAAAAABUE/ediSqs2Heg4/s1600-h/IMG00115-20091030-2048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400065412678037666" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NofxmUK4po/SvDi4c6MMKI/AAAAAAAABUE/ediSqs2Heg4/s400/IMG00115-20091030-2048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NofxmUK4po/SvDjD4oLMkI/AAAAAAAABUM/fYImiScWjzM/s1600-h/IMG00121-20091030-2053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400065609097228866" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NofxmUK4po/SvDjD4oLMkI/AAAAAAAABUM/fYImiScWjzM/s400/IMG00121-20091030-2053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping on my lap during church. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NofxmUK4po/SvDjJLt0HhI/AAAAAAAABUU/FTQd8RZALZ8/s1600-h/IMG00102-20091028-1937.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400065700120501778" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NofxmUK4po/SvDjJLt0HhI/AAAAAAAABUU/FTQd8RZALZ8/s400/IMG00102-20091028-1937.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2154815174600565366-8811355986017269868?l=calebandsarrahdillon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandsarrahdillon.blogspot.com/feeds/8811355986017269868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2154815174600565366&amp;postID=8811355986017269868&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2154815174600565366/posts/default/8811355986017269868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2154815174600565366/posts/default/8811355986017269868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandsarrahdillon.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-over-five-weeks.html' title='Just over Five Weeks'/><author><name>The Dillons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525070225777100275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13150781958889859972'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NofxmUK4po/SvDivmh12MI/AAAAAAAABT8/tVK38BqiGIQ/s72-c/P1010214.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154815174600565366.post-566082549073666044</id><published>2009-11-02T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T11:24:44.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i want this book</title><content type='html'>Ok So I was browsing around BlogLand and I found this on someones blog. I think it is so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NofxmUK4po/Su8w-cfVrCI/AAAAAAAABT0/m9AjSviwx-c/s1600-h/f56323630bb3b60b91e65bce92539778.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399588327598173218" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NofxmUK4po/Su8w-cfVrCI/AAAAAAAABT0/m9AjSviwx-c/s400/f56323630bb3b60b91e65bce92539778.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;These are some of the words from the book, Just in Case You Ever Wonder, by Max Lucado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Long, long ago God made a decision, a very important decision… one that I’m really glad He made. He made the decision to make you. The same hands that made the stars made you. The same hands that made the canyons made you. The same hands that made the trees and the moon and the sun made you. That’s why you are so special. God made you.…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you looked all over the world, in every city in every house- there would be no one else like you… no one with your eyes, no one with your mouth, no one with your laugh. You are very, very special.… but as you grow and change, some things will stay the same. I’ll always love you. I’ll always hug you. I’ll always be on your side. And I want you to know that… just in case you ever wonder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Remember I’m here for you. On dark nights when you hear noises in your closet, call me. When you see monsters in the shadows, call me. On hard days when kids are mean and don’t treat you like they should, come to me. If your grades are bad and your teacher is mad, come to me… ‘cause I love you. And I always will, just in case you ever wonder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Most of all, I’ll be here to teach you about God. He loves you. He protects you. He and His angels are always watching over you. And God wants me to make sure you know about heaven. It’s a wonderful place. There are no tears there. No monsters. No mean people. You never have to say “good-bye,” or “good night,” or “I’m hungry.” You never get cold or sick or afraid.In heaven you are so close to God that He will hug you, just like I hug you. It’s going to be wonderful. I will be there, too. I promise. We will be there together, forever. Remember that… just in case you ever wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2154815174600565366-566082549073666044?l=calebandsarrahdillon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandsarrahdillon.blogspot.com/feeds/566082549073666044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2154815174600565366&amp;postID=566082549073666044&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2154815174600565366/posts/default/566082549073666044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2154815174600565366/posts/default/566082549073666044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandsarrahdillon.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-want-this-book.html' title='i want this book'/><author><name>The Dillons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525070225777100275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13150781958889859972'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NofxmUK4po/Su8w-cfVrCI/AAAAAAAABT0/m9AjSviwx-c/s72-c/f56323630bb3b60b91e65bce92539778.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154815174600565366.post-4475544111383916782</id><published>2009-10-30T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T09:54:48.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cranky Boy</title><content type='html'>Let's talk about Wyatt and his crankiness. For the most part Wyatt is a happy little guy. He is content to lay in his crib and look around or sit for a while in his swing. The problem comes when Wyatt is napping. First of all he is getting better and better at fighting his sleep. He now knows how to kick his legs and push against me or push off the couch to express his disdain for sleep. Once we get through that battle, all is well in the kingdom. Until the king is woken prematurely from his slumber. Then The Beast manifests himself. The Beast will not sleep for more than an hour at a time throughout the rest of the day. He is cranky and consoles himself by nursing every forty-five minutes. The Beast will not rest no matter how tired and whacked out he is. And when he wakes it is with flared nostrils and a loud roar. Yesterday, The Beast was up from 2 in the afternoon till 4 in the morning. Using only the smallest of cat naps to recharge is raging search for the one who woke him in the first place. It was not until I gave in and put him in our bed that the beast subsided. Although even then for as tired as he was The Beast only slept for three hours.&lt;br /&gt;So what is it about being woken early that throws Wyatt off? I am not sure, but it is a pretty consistent behaviour. No matter what I try, when Wyatt is in that mood nothing is good enough I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thought&lt;/span&gt; yesterday that he would eventually just sleep from exhaustion. Unfortunately for Caleb and I that did not happen. Oh well. That's life with a small child I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2154815174600565366-4475544111383916782?l=calebandsarrahdillon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandsarrahdillon.blogspot.com/feeds/4475544111383916782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2154815174600565366&amp;postID=4475544111383916782&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2154815174600565366/posts/default/4475544111383916782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2154815174600565366/posts/default/4475544111383916782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandsarrahdillon.blogspot.com/2009/10/cranky-boy.html' title='Cranky Boy'/><author><name>The Dillons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525070225777100275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13150781958889859972'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154815174600565366.post-990857268870148418</id><published>2009-10-29T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T10:38:39.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We did it!</title><content type='html'>Last night Wyatt slept in his bassinet and I got to sleep in my own bed! Now, this is only the first time, but lets hope he catches on fast.&lt;br /&gt;The funny part is, it was harder on me than it was on him. I missed him during the night and had to talk myself out of picking him up and putting him in my bed -He will only be this small for a short while you know- So yup, no crying at all. He squirmed around when he was hungry,  I fed him and he went back to sleep. His sleep schedule is not as long as when I hold him. He slept for three hours, woke up, three hours again, and now he is asleep again. Not bad at all. I just need to get him sleeping earlier in the evening. He did go to sleep till around one in the morning. So we are going to get this bassinet thing down and then start working on getting him to sleep at around 11.&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you this child is progressing in leaps and bounds. He has got the be the smartest kid I ever had.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2154815174600565366-990857268870148418?l=calebandsarrahdillon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandsarrahdillon.blogspot.com/feeds/990857268870148418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2154815174600565366&amp;postID=990857268870148418&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2154815174600565366/posts/default/990857268870148418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2154815174600565366/posts/default/990857268870148418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandsarrahdillon.blogspot.com/2009/10/we-did-it.html' title='We did it!'/><author><name>The Dillons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525070225777100275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13150781958889859972'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154815174600565366.post-4405395239037646486</id><published>2009-10-27T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T14:44:54.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's cold outside</title><content type='html'>wyatt the tiger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NofxmUK4po/Sudo9DKs3pI/AAAAAAAABTk/GTH0yGqq_B0/s1600-h/IMG00086-20091027-1002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397398076458327698" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NofxmUK4po/Sudo9DKs3pI/AAAAAAAABTk/GTH0yGqq_B0/s400/IMG00086-20091027-1002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NofxmUK4po/SudorOc97FI/AAAAAAAABTc/BO8hNXsc-7Q/s1600-h/IMG00085-20091027-1001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397397770250087506" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NofxmUK4po/SudorOc97FI/AAAAAAAABTc/BO8hNXsc-7Q/s400/IMG00085-20091027-1001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NofxmUK4po/SudoapL1vTI/AAAAAAAABTU/2FFAUB0NBlc/s1600-h/IMG00084-20091027-1001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397397485368229170" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NofxmUK4po/SudoapL1vTI/AAAAAAAABTU/2FFAUB0NBlc/s400/IMG00084-20091027-1001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NofxmUK4po/SudoVZLKkkI/AAAAAAAABTM/6O6Jceoan2c/s1600-h/IMG00083-20091027-1001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397397395171086914" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NofxmUK4po/SudoVZLKkkI/AAAAAAAABTM/6O6Jceoan2c/s400/IMG00083-20091027-1001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This one looks like he is yelling at someone lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NofxmUK4po/SudpPfkzX6I/AAAAAAAABTs/2RA5uIUHB2M/s1600-h/IMG00087-20091027-1003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397398393321643938" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NofxmUK4po/SudpPfkzX6I/AAAAAAAABTs/2RA5uIUHB2M/s400/IMG00087-20091027-1003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;way too close&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/2154815174600565366-4405395239037646486?l=calebandsarrahdillon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandsarrahdillon.blogspot.com/feeds/4405395239037646486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2154815174600565366&amp;postID=4405395239037646486&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2154815174600565366/posts/default/4405395239037646486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2154815174600565366/posts/default/4405395239037646486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandsarrahdillon.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-cold-outside.html' title='It&apos;s cold outside'/><author><name>The Dillons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525070225777100275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13150781958889859972'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NofxmUK4po/Sudo9DKs3pI/AAAAAAAABTk/GTH0yGqq_B0/s72-c/IMG00086-20091027-1002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154815174600565366.post-5135247649828007005</id><published>2009-10-26T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T11:13:10.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Training</title><content type='html'>I have secret to tell. Wyatt sleeps with me every night. Either in our bed (when I sleep in bed) or literally on me while I sleep on the couch. The couch? yes, the couch. Most nights I sleep on the couch with Wyatt because I want Caleb to get a good nights rest. Seeing has he brings home the bacon, I need to make sure my little pay check stays healthy and rested.&lt;br /&gt;Be all that as it may, I am now trying to train Wyatt to sleep on his own before it is too late I have a five year old in my bed every night. I have been putting him down for his day time naps in his bassinet rather than sleeping with him, or putting him in his swing. Today he slept for almost two hours. That is a great accomplishment.&lt;br /&gt;One of the biggest reasons Wyatt ended up sleeping on me/with me during the night is he sleeps so much better and longer that way. So really I just need to build up the courage to try sleeping him by himself at night, even if it means losing more sleep. But its a very big sacrifice seeing as last night he slept for at least 5 if not 6 hours straight (I'm not sure of how long because I was totally knocked out). I am just not sure if I am ready to trade that kind of sleep for two hour sessions again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2154815174600565366-5135247649828007005?l=calebandsarrahdillon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandsarrahdillon.blogspot.com/feeds/5135247649828007005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2154815174600565366&amp;postID=5135247649828007005&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2154815174600565366/posts/default/5135247649828007005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2154815174600565366/posts/default/5135247649828007005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandsarrahdillon.blogspot.com/2009/10/training.html' title='Training'/><author><name>The Dillons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525070225777100275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13150781958889859972'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154815174600565366.post-7854698455243747685</id><published>2009-10-21T11:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T11:42:35.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My new phone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NofxmUK4po/St9T6vEt7jI/AAAAAAAABS8/od7Xmk8Jmh0/s1600-h/8220_small_black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395123147146915378" style="WIDTH: 78px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NofxmUK4po/St9T6vEt7jI/AAAAAAAABS8/od7Xmk8Jmh0/s400/8220_small_black.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So I finally got a new phone. Actually Caleb bought one for me. It's the new(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;) Blackberry Flip. I totally love it. These phones are still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;relatively&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;expensive&lt;/span&gt;. The ones I found were priced at over 200 dollars. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Luckily&lt;/span&gt; Caleb was on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ebay&lt;/span&gt; one day and found one that was listed wrong. The seller listed the phone under the wrong model number and never fixed it so we were the only ones bidding on it. I am so glad to have a new phone. My old chunky phone really needed to be trashed years ago. Yes, years.&lt;br /&gt;There was one problem with my new phone that I did not find until I had already had it a few days. I was looking through my pictures and I found one that I did not take. The previous owner erased everything from the phone, but left a little gift for me. It was so funny and weird at the same time that I didn't quite know how to react. I think the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hairiness&lt;/span&gt; of his legs is what left me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;speechless&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NofxmUK4po/St9VeiMq3FI/AAAAAAAABTE/3r8-fgOL7ms/s1600-h/IMG00001-20090813-1720.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395124861677526098" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NofxmUK4po/St9VeiMq3FI/AAAAAAAABTE/3r8-fgOL7ms/s400/IMG00001-20090813-1720.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is weird right? even now I am totally weirded out by it. Look at thos nasty toe nails! Gross.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2154815174600565366-7854698455243747685?l=calebandsarrahdillon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandsarrahdillon.blogspot.com/feeds/7854698455243747685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2154815174600565366&amp;postID=7854698455243747685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2154815174600565366/posts/default/7854698455243747685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2154815174600565366/posts/default/7854698455243747685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandsarrahdillon.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-new-phone.html' title='My new phone'/><author><name>The Dillons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525070225777100275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13150781958889859972'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NofxmUK4po/St9T6vEt7jI/AAAAAAAABS8/od7Xmk8Jmh0/s72-c/8220_small_black.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154815174600565366.post-7514064364268755416</id><published>2009-10-21T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T11:31:06.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>A few newer pics of our little old man.&lt;br /&gt;It is so crazy how quickly Wyatt is growing. He is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;officially&lt;/span&gt; out of NB sizes and trying to fill in 0-3. Baby clothing is weird. NB is so tight on Wyatt, but the next size up (0-3) is so baggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widget-dd.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" height="320" width="426" style="width:426px;height:320px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widget-dd.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale" /&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="l" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="cy=ms&amp;il=1&amp;channel=2882303761544367069&amp;site=widget-dd.slide.com"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p style="white-space:nowrap"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;at=un&amp;id=2882303761544367069&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-dd.slide.com/p1/2882303761544367069/ms_t017_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;at=un&amp;id=2882303761544367069&amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-dd.slide.com/p2/2882303761544367069/ms_t017_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;at=un&amp;id=2882303761544367069&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-dd.slide.com/p4/2882303761544367069/ms_t017_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2154815174600565366-7514064364268755416?l=calebandsarrahdillon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandsarrahdillon.blogspot.com/feeds/7514064364268755416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2154815174600565366&amp;postID=7514064364268755416&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2154815174600565366/posts/default/7514064364268755416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2154815174600565366/posts/default/7514064364268755416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandsarrahdillon.blogspot.com/2009/10/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>The Dillons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525070225777100275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13150781958889859972'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154815174600565366.post-491663643025364467</id><published>2009-10-16T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T11:42:29.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>B.Artistic</title><content type='html'>Have you guys seen Laura's latest photo session. AMAZING! I am sure it helps that the subjects are wonderful fun loving people. I am totally in love with her latest pics. Classy and Fun I wish I could see the whole shoot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2154815174600565366-491663643025364467?l=calebandsarrahdillon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandsarrahdillon.blogspot.com/feeds/491663643025364467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2154815174600565366&amp;postID=491663643025364467&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2154815174600565366/posts/default/491663643025364467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2154815174600565366/posts/default/491663643025364467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandsarrahdillon.blogspot.com/2009/10/bartistic.html' title='B.Artistic'/><author><name>The Dillons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525070225777100275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13150781958889859972'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154815174600565366.post-9144273745317589115</id><published>2009-10-15T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T15:47:40.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I working with count chocula again?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392961679021242402" style="WIDTH: 1px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 1px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NofxmUK4po/StemEu1a-CI/AAAAAAAABSs/E9MurhySNb4/s400/spaceball.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NofxmUK4po/StemYANLPoI/AAAAAAAABS0/CncQj-WHISA/s1600-h/2179222002_310c6675cc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392962010101792386" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NofxmUK4po/StemYANLPoI/AAAAAAAABS0/CncQj-WHISA/s400/2179222002_310c6675cc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok. So lets talk about this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wyatt has learned to hold his pee and release it just as I am closing his diaper, thus catching me off guard to the point that I scream and jump back. This has happened twice today and it seems like everyday for the past three days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first time ended up with Wyatt getting a little more than a sponge bath afterwards. This is how that happened:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Earlier in the day Wyatt had a major diaper blow out, not being able to submerge him in water I had to settle for a wipe down. I didn't feel like he was clean but it was all I could do. Later in the day as I was closing his diaper Wyatt let me and the whole nursery have it. i was so shocked that at first I did not even realize he was peeing on my arm, then the carpet, and I am pretty sure he got it all over himself. In my frenzied state I grabbed him off of the changing table rushed him to the sink, turned on the water, grabbed the baby shampoo, a cloth and gave him a good scrub down. I think it all happened in about ten seconds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last couple of times have been after his little sponge bath. This morning and this afternoon have been right as I finished changing is diaper. Seriously he has the timing down perfect. I think I am going to invest in a hazmat uniform otherwise I don't know how many showers I am going to end up taking everyday. &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/2154815174600565366-9144273745317589115?l=calebandsarrahdillon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandsarrahdillon.blogspot.com/feeds/9144273745317589115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2154815174600565366&amp;postID=9144273745317589115&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2154815174600565366/posts/default/9144273745317589115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2154815174600565366/posts/default/9144273745317589115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandsarrahdillon.blogspot.com/2009/10/am-i-working-with-count-chocula-again.html' title='Am I working with count chocula again?'/><author><name>The Dillons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525070225777100275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13150781958889859972'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NofxmUK4po/StemEu1a-CI/AAAAAAAABSs/E9MurhySNb4/s72-c/spaceball.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154815174600565366.post-1811901824539774650</id><published>2009-10-14T22:04:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T22:11:21.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wyatts first starbucks run</title><content type='html'>The coffee bug bit me today. Had a craving for pumpkin spice latte. So good.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NofxmUK4po/Stat_0QBaCI/AAAAAAAABSU/OoTGihUkCWM/s1600-h/IMG00027-20091014-1818.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392688915691956258" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NofxmUK4po/Stat_0QBaCI/AAAAAAAABSU/OoTGihUkCWM/s400/IMG00027-20091014-1818.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NofxmUK4po/StauFRTyUJI/AAAAAAAABSk/45Drxa9xngA/s1600-h/IMG00029-20091014-1826.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392689009391718546" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NofxmUK4po/StauFRTyUJI/AAAAAAAABSk/45Drxa9xngA/s400/IMG00029-20091014-1826.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NofxmUK4po/Stat8JL3DYI/AAAAAAAABSM/_fw25v21icw/s1600-h/IMG00024-20091014-1817.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392688852592168322" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NofxmUK4po/Stat8JL3DYI/AAAAAAAABSM/_fw25v21icw/s400/IMG00024-20091014-1817.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept in his crib for about ten minutes today. The swing and someones arms are pretty much the only places he will sleep longer than twenty minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NofxmUK4po/Stat4sqzkLI/AAAAAAAABSE/zBZpvmlGJjQ/s1600-h/IMG00023-20091014-1143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392688793397727410" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NofxmUK4po/Stat4sqzkLI/AAAAAAAABSE/zBZpvmlGJjQ/s400/IMG00023-20091014-1143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hangin' out with Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NofxmUK4po/Stat1qtGV9I/AAAAAAAABR8/L3LC0Zn-_9M/s1600-h/IMG00022-20091013-1924.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392688741330868178" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NofxmUK4po/Stat1qtGV9I/AAAAAAAABR8/L3LC0Zn-_9M/s400/IMG00022-20091013-1924.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diaper Change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NofxmUK4po/StatcOdR6EI/AAAAAAAABRs/WBRs6UghRpI/s1600-h/IMG00021-20091013-1322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392688304251594818" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NofxmUK4po/StatcOdR6EI/AAAAAAAABRs/WBRs6UghRpI/s400/IMG00021-20091013-1322.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2154815174600565366-1811901824539774650?l=calebandsarrahdillon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandsarrahdillon.blogspot.com/feeds/1811901824539774650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2154815174600565366&amp;postID=1811901824539774650&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2154815174600565366/posts/default/1811901824539774650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2154815174600565366/posts/default/1811901824539774650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandsarrahdillon.blogspot.com/2009/10/wyatts-first-starbucks-run.html' title='Wyatts first starbucks run'/><author><name>The Dillons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525070225777100275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13150781958889859972'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NofxmUK4po/Stat_0QBaCI/AAAAAAAABSU/OoTGihUkCWM/s72-c/IMG00027-20091014-1818.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154815174600565366.post-762387827710782980</id><published>2009-10-14T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T17:19:57.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is my child</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NofxmUK4po/StZqJi4DGoI/AAAAAAAABRk/MlXpkTuBH6A/s1600-h/66666666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392614316036004482" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NofxmUK4po/StZqJi4DGoI/AAAAAAAABRk/MlXpkTuBH6A/s400/66666666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; so I found something Wyatt got from me: Ghetto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's right, he got a little street attitude from his mother. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; yeah right, me ghetto don't think so, he must have got this look from uncle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Andy&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Justine&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; he look cute. "Yo yo yo, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Wud&lt;/span&gt; up?" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2154815174600565366-762387827710782980?l=calebandsarrahdillon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandsarrahdillon.blogspot.com/feeds/762387827710782980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2154815174600565366&amp;postID=762387827710782980&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2154815174600565366/posts/default/762387827710782980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2154815174600565366/posts/default/762387827710782980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandsarrahdillon.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-my-child.html' title='This is my child'/><author><name>The Dillons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525070225777100275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13150781958889859972'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NofxmUK4po/StZqJi4DGoI/AAAAAAAABRk/MlXpkTuBH6A/s72-c/66666666.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154815174600565366.post-6397203753447993863</id><published>2009-10-13T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T12:12:16.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now that my emotions have settled down here's a little update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wyatt is doing well. He is sleeping right now and really I should be too, but I hate sleeping the day away no matter how tired I am. His wound looks like it is healing nicely, so far he has not had any extra bleeding. I am healing my own wounds with Chocolate Cake my mom sent over. lol, nothing makes you feel better faster than chocolate cake and a glass of non-fat milk. That's like a six dollar burger and a diet coke, isn't it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2154815174600565366-6397203753447993863?l=calebandsarrahdillon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandsarrahdillon.blogspot.com/feeds/6397203753447993863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2154815174600565366&amp;postID=6397203753447993863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2154815174600565366/posts/default/6397203753447993863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2154815174600565366/posts/default/6397203753447993863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandsarrahdillon.blogspot.com/2009/10/now-that-my-emotions-have-settled-down.html' title=''/><author><name>The Dillons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525070225777100275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13150781958889859972'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154815174600565366.post-6939871019184004447</id><published>2009-10-12T17:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T17:18:40.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard day.</title><content type='html'>Today Wyatt was ,ummm how can I say this nicely, nipped; that sounds polite.&lt;br /&gt;I took him to the Dr.'s by my self. Wyatt slept while we waiting in the waiting room. When he woke up he was naked and laying on a cold table. Not something he expected at all. He was weighed (10 pounds now!) and prepped, then the Dr. ordered me to leave the room. Apparently they don't allow Moms to stay and watch (not that I was planning on looking). When I was called back to Wyatt's room he was crying so hard. At first I didn't feel that bad because I knew he would cry a lot. It was when I got him to the car and he was still crying that I began to cry. Wyatt could not even nurse, he would eat for a while and then pull himself up into a ball and scream (and the Dr. told me he would not feel any pain). This from a baby that really only cries when he gets his diaper changed. I felt so bad for allowing my little guy to go through such a dumb ritual all for the sake of fitting in the society. My mom will argue with me about the importance of circumcision, but really all of the arguments have been debunked and it all comes down to peer pressure and fitting in with the norm.&lt;br /&gt;Be all that as it may, I gave in and had my little guy snipped. He is surviving and so far is doing ok. He is a little late in getting this procedure done (don't ask why) and so I am sure that plays into why he is feeling a little more sore than others do. I know he will recover just fine, it is just so unnerving to hear your little baby cry inconsolably and know that it's basically your fault. (harsh I know) Anyway, in other less negative news, Wyatt's umbilical stub is falling off!!! Hurray for growing up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2154815174600565366-6939871019184004447?l=calebandsarrahdillon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandsarrahdillon.blogspot.com/feeds/6939871019184004447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2154815174600565366&amp;postID=6939871019184004447&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2154815174600565366/posts/default/6939871019184004447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2154815174600565366/posts/default/6939871019184004447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandsarrahdillon.blogspot.com/2009/10/hard-day.html' title='Hard day.'/><author><name>The Dillons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525070225777100275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13150781958889859972'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154815174600565366.post-5052980153306871172</id><published>2009-10-11T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T13:41:30.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our first missed Sunday :(</title><content type='html'>Ok, so we missed Sunday morning. Why? because we are new at this, that's why. :)&lt;br /&gt;We missed because Wyatt was up all night and pretty much all morning (which means his parents were up as well) . He would sleep for an hour wake up cranky, eat, sleep and wake up cranky. It was not until this morning that we figured out our little guy had gas pains. So at about noon today Caleb went to the store bought some mylicon (said a little prayer) and now it seems as though all is well. Wyatt is sitting in his swing enjoying classical music, daddy is heating up the grill to cook some steaks, and mommy is blogging away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to say we have to best baby ever. Even with his pains he did not go into a screaming fit. He cried and was obviously hurting, but always kept his cool. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2154815174600565366-5052980153306871172?l=calebandsarrahdillon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandsarrahdillon.blogspot.com/feeds/5052980153306871172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2154815174600565366&amp;postID=5052980153306871172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2154815174600565366/posts/default/5052980153306871172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2154815174600565366/posts/default/5052980153306871172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandsarrahdillon.blogspot.com/2009/10/our-first-missed-sunday.html' title='Our first missed Sunday :('/><author><name>The Dillons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525070225777100275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13150781958889859972'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154815174600565366.post-4326400374589543173</id><published>2009-10-09T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T16:24:02.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This goes with the pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; my computer is acting up and so I have to do this post in two sections.&lt;br /&gt;The pictures below are from Wyatt's first service.&lt;br /&gt;Let me just say that getting up on Sunday morning was hard. Harder than my years of being in the youth group and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;staying&lt;/span&gt; out all night and then getting up to be on the bus. Caleb and I almost didn't go. Wyatt had been up all night and we were just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;exhausted&lt;/span&gt; out of our minds. In the end common sense kicked in and told us this is not the last time we are going to be tired and if we miss church because we are tired we will never go. So we got ourselves up out of bed, got there on time (maybe early, can't remember that long ago), and we were so glad we did. Otherwise we would have missed a very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;special&lt;/span&gt; service. During the second session Bro. Booker had everyone walk outside and stand on the spot were our new building will soon be. Then they had a short service. It was so neat and I am so grateful little Wyatt got to be apart of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2154815174600565366-4326400374589543173?l=calebandsarrahdillon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandsarrahdillon.blogspot.com/feeds/4326400374589543173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2154815174600565366&amp;postID=4326400374589543173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2154815174600565366/posts/default/4326400374589543173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2154815174600565366/posts/default/4326400374589543173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandsarrahdillon.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-goes-with-pictures.html' title='This goes with the pictures'/><author><name>The Dillons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525070225777100275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13150781958889859972'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154815174600565366.post-5517532518322127753</id><published>2009-10-09T16:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T16:15:35.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widget-76.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" height="320" width="426" style="width:426px;height:320px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widget-76.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale" /&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="l" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="cy=ms&amp;il=1&amp;channel=2882303761544223606&amp;site=widget-76.slide.com"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p style="white-space:nowrap"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;at=un&amp;id=2882303761544223606&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-76.slide.com/p1/2882303761544223606/ms_t017_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;at=un&amp;id=2882303761544223606&amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-76.slide.com/p2/2882303761544223606/ms_t017_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;at=un&amp;id=2882303761544223606&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-76.slide.com/p4/2882303761544223606/ms_t017_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2154815174600565366-5517532518322127753?l=calebandsarrahdillon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandsarrahdillon.blogspot.com/feeds/5517532518322127753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2154815174600565366&amp;postID=5517532518322127753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2154815174600565366/posts/default/5517532518322127753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2154815174600565366/posts/default/5517532518322127753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandsarrahdillon.blogspot.com/2009/10/sunday-morning.html' title='Sunday Morning'/><author><name>The Dillons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525070225777100275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13150781958889859972'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154815174600565366.post-4342524301831340919</id><published>2009-10-07T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T12:31:54.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a learning process</title><content type='html'>A few things I have learned about Wyatt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He  fight his naps&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; It's really weird because he goes to sleep just fine at night. Something about his daytime naps, he fights them for a few minutes and then he is out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Loud choir music helps&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; We found this out on Sunday night during choir practice (that's right Grandpa, not only was I early to church I was there for choir practice) . Wyatt slept through the whole thing. Then during service he slept through choir again. So I gave it a try at home when he was fighting his nap and it worked. So far he is pretty fond of Clint Brown. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wyatt is a &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt; sleeper&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; This kid got more than his looks from his Dad. Once Wyatt is sleeping hard it is quite a chore to wake him up. The other night I fell asleep with him and didn't wake up for his next feeding (usually  I wake up automatically after about two hours). This wonderful child slept for three hours straight. I had to wake him up because it had been four hours since he last ate. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;So that's it so far. All in all everything is going well. I got over my baby blues, which is a wonderful relief. Caleb is getting a pretty good nights rest and has returned to going to the gym at 5am every other day(except for today). Wyatt is getting bigger and bigger, or at least that's what it seems like. The devil Whoot has been banished to the backyard indefinitely and has retaliated by digging up the yard and eating everything in sight. Ok, banished is a strong word, Whoot just comes in during the evening rather than all day long. Mainly, because I can't watch him and the baby so he has to wait till Caleb gets home. Then they wrestle and play fetch in the house while Wyatt and I try to sleep. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2154815174600565366-4342524301831340919?l=calebandsarrahdillon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandsarrahdillon.blogspot.com/feeds/4342524301831340919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2154815174600565366&amp;postID=4342524301831340919&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2154815174600565366/posts/default/4342524301831340919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2154815174600565366/posts/default/4342524301831340919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandsarrahdillon.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-learning-process.html' title='It&apos;s a learning process'/><author><name>The Dillons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525070225777100275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13150781958889859972'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154815174600565366.post-5119082645232182864</id><published>2009-10-03T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T23:01:07.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody Ought to go to Sunday School</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is Wyatt's first church service. I can't wait! I am sure Caleb will take lots of pictures so I will try to post them asap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2154815174600565366-5119082645232182864?l=calebandsarrahdillon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandsarrahdillon.blogspot.com/feeds/5119082645232182864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2154815174600565366&amp;postID=5119082645232182864&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2154815174600565366/posts/default/5119082645232182864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2154815174600565366/posts/default/5119082645232182864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandsarrahdillon.blogspot.com/2009/10/everybody-ought-to-go-to-sunday-school.html' title='Everybody Ought to go to Sunday School'/><author><name>The Dillons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525070225777100275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13150781958889859972'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154815174600565366.post-7398402170597420819</id><published>2009-10-01T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T17:19:10.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Grammer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NofxmUK4po/SsVG3lBTT9I/AAAAAAAABQw/0-7lj_rq2LQ/s1600-h/100_1047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387790449862987730" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NofxmUK4po/SsVG3lBTT9I/AAAAAAAABQw/0-7lj_rq2LQ/s400/100_1047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2154815174600565366-7398402170597420819?l=calebandsarrahdillon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebandsarrahdillon.blogspot.com/feeds/7398402170597420819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2154815174600565366&amp;postID=7398402170597420819&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2154815174600565366/posts/default/7398402170597420819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2154815174600565366/posts/default/7398402170597420819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebandsarrahdillon.blogspot.com/2009/10/for-grammer.html' title='For Grammer'/><author><name>The Dillons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16525070225777100275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13150781958889859972'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NofxmUK4po/SsVG3lBTT9I/AAAAAAAABQw/0-7lj_rq2LQ/s72-c/100_1047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry></feed>