Tuesday, March 4, 2014
Saturday, January 7, 2012
Last Friday Natalie came over with the girls, and at the last minute Gary called and asked if we would mind his and Ava's company for dinner as well. Being a family that strongly believes in "the more the merrier," we of course did not mind. It was great seeing them since it has been too long since I've seen Ava. I missed that little bugger like crazy. I invited them all to come back again the next night for New Year's Eve, and told Gary to pack clothes for himself and Ava and plan to stay over, which he did. We had a small crowd on New Year's Eve - Greg, Sue and Sophie; Gary and Ava; Natalie, Carolynn, Grace, Kristen and Chris; a couple of Abby's friends; and my in-laws were all here. After a head count we realized the adults were completely outnumbered by kids. It was a fun night, especially since, for the first year, all the kids managed to stay awake until midnight to celebrate. The next morning, we woke up, ate breakfast, and straightened up the house to start the party all over again. Jay and Lisa were on their way over with the boys, and since Gary had already been living here for two days, we told him he may as well keep it going and stay for a third! He and Ava stayed and Norah's cousin (also named Ava) came over to hang out. At the end of the day, the adults (which at this point were just George and me) were once again outnumbered when Jayson and Jayme asked to stay over along with Norah's cousin Ava. George was off from work the next day so I didn't mind. Not that it would have mattered if he wasn't off from work since it's not very often that there is not a group of close to a dozen kids here. Despite the gang of kids on this particular Monday, and the continued preparing, serving and cleaning up of constant meals for more than a dozen people for four straight days, I did manage to squeeze in a few moments to sit back and take in the scene of all the happy, laughing kids, that to some may seem chaotic and stressful, but to me was a glimpse of a weekend I hope my kids will remember for many years to come, and I only hope we can recreate the same scene again next year.
Labels: holidays
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Me: Hey pretty girl, what's your name?
Norah: My name is Norah Bean!
Me: Nice to meet you, Miss Bean! Do you know my name?
Norah: I do know your name already! It's "Mommy the Best."
May your dreams be full of stars, Norah the Sweetest...
Labels: kid quotes, kidbits, norah
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Monday, October 20, 2008
Saturday, May 3, 2008
101 Random Things About Moi
- I was born in Florida.
- I was raised in New Jersey from the age of ten months.
- I have not lived in NJ for almost 6 years now.
- But when people ask me where I'm from, I still say New Jersey.
- I have no relationship with my biological father.
- I was adopted by my dad when I was 3 years old.
- I detest when people refer to my biological father as my "real" dad. My REAL dad raised me.
- I am afraid of the dark.
- I am afraid of basements.
- I have no sense of direction... I make a wrong turn and get lost constantly. Even in my own neighborhood.
- I've been called "Charlie Brown" because of my habit of sticking out my tongue when I am concentrating really hard.
- I only eat bite sized food in even numbers. (i.e. cereal, m&m's, nuts, chips etc, etc, etc...)
- I would die for my children.
- More significantly, there is nothing I wouldn't do to protect them.
- I quit smoking cigarettes in 2001.
- I occasionally sneak a cigarette when no one is watching me.
- Food, family and travel are my passions.
- I don't travel near enough.
- I love the studies of psychology and sociology.
- I love the smell and feel of an old book
- I am an honest person, always.
- I have never cheated on anyone.
- I have been cheated on.
- I have been truly in love twice in my life.
- I do not want to be cremated when I die.
- I am a creature of habit, but I hate living in a routine.
- Red wine gives me a nasty hangover.
- I drink it anyway.
- Tequila makes me want to dance.
- I don't dance well.
- I would love to learn ballroom dancing.
- I am five foot seven.
- I have never had a broken bone.
- I am very reserved at first glance.
- But when you get to know me I never shut up.
- I don't like confrontation. I am unassertive. I don't stick up for myself very well.
- I think that comes from being an only child.
- I have never had a cavity.
- I hope I never have a cavity search.
- I have never been arrested.
- I get very frustrated with people who do not use spell check.
- I hate when people type LiKe tHiS.
- Inconsiderate people piss me off.
- I am one of the few people that misses high school.
- I am left handed.
- I sleep with my socks on.
- I sleep with my underwear off.
- I love to read.
- I love to write.
- I cannot sleep with the heater on.
- I always sleep with the window cracked above my bed in the winter.
- I hate the smell of Pine-Sol.
- I love the smell of sweat.
- I pour milk on my Jello.
- I like mustard and onions on my grilled cheese sandwiches.
- I think coffee smells better than it tastes.
- I have been pregnant four times.
- I have three children.
- I would love to have at least one more someday.
- I love being a mom more than anything.
- I used to play the clarinet.
- I wish I could play the piano.
- I believe strongly in human connection and experience vs. material possessions.
- I have ADD.
- I stay up way too late most nights.
- I have never had braces.
- I love time alone.
- I'm scared of turning thirty.
- I'm even more afraid of the alternative.
- I love sleeping in bed with my kids.
- I have never worn glasses or contacts.
- I always get anxious flying in a plane.
- But I want to skydive someday.
- I love the vibe of airports.
- I love people watching.
- I am a great speller.
- I won the spelling bee in the fourth grade.
- I love romantic comedies.
- I crave recognition when I work hard.
- I want beautifully manicured nails.
- I hate fake fingernails.
- I love a tidy house.
- I used to be a bit disorganized.
- I still keep a few junk drawers to satisfy my inner pack-rat.
- I am a giver by nature.
- I'd love to go to the theatre more often.
- I believe we could all use a little more "please" and "thank you."
- I don't have a favorite color; I like them all, but I'm partial to green and purple. Pink too.
- I love to cook.
- I'd like to bake more often, but I'm lazy about it.
- I love to sing, but I am horrible at it!
- I love cloudy, rainy or snowy days.
- I love going down the shore.
- I love the mountains even more.
- I love lakes and rivers.
- I adore Ireland.
- I have a soft spot for animals, babies, and any human with a good soul.
- Margaritas are my favorite alcoholic drink.
- I am turned on by Irish accents.
- I love and crave old-school romance.
- I believe in soul mates, destiny, karma and kindred spirits.
Labels: memes
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
I'm thinking my children watch too much Showtime...
Abby: I know you said you're TRYING to be nice, but you're still not allowed around my
children!!
Georgie: But if you let me in, I promise I won't kill them.
Abby: I know, but I still think you're trying to trick me!! GET OUT!!!! Help! Police!!
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Labels: abby, funny, kid quotes
Friday, September 14, 2007
Thursday, September 13, 2007
The Sixth Sense
As I walked this morning, Georgie was walking his usual 10 feet behind me, happily humming to himself and kicking an acorn down the path. Norah, holding onto my finger, pointed out the birds and squirrels, and the occasional plane flying overhead. When we came closer to the end of the path, Georgie looked up and focused intently on a little bench a few feet away.
"Look, Mom!" He pointed to the bench sitting under a tree. "There's my friend!"
I looked up, thinking I'd find one of his classmates standing around, waiting for school to start, like we were.
"I don't see anybody, buddy. Who do you see?"
"The little girl over there. She's very sad today."
"Oh, ok. I'm sorry she's so sad. Maybe you can make her happy again." I started to blow him off since my children have quite the imagination, and we have had dozens of imaginary friends in and out of our lives over the years.
"No, Mom. That little girl wants to play with me but she can't. She's very sad because she can't breathe." He sighed, looking very sad himself, and then continued, still looking in the direction of the bench. "She wants to come to school with me, but she can't, right Mommy? She has to stay here in the grass. She's very, very sad. I wish she wasn't dead anymore so I can play with her."
He pointed again towards the direction of the bench, and then I remembered something about that little corner of the cemetery. At the very end of the path, a few feet from the little bench, there is a very special grave that I visit on occasion. It is the grave of a three-year-old girl who died almost 20 years ago.
Labels: georgie, the supernatural
September, so far.
Georgie had a great first day on Monday. He was excited to start school in the same room Abby started in two years ago. He already knew all the teachers from taking Abby to and from school, and from my volunteering during lunch the last couple of years. So when his second day did not go so well, I was a bit surprised. George had come with us that morning to see Georgie off, and I noticed he seemed a little quieter standing next to his cubby than he had the morning before, but I figured he was overwhelmed by the gaggle of anxious kids, and their even-more-anxious parents, stuffed into the very tiny and unventilated hallway. But when it was time to go into his classroom, I expected him to bounce in like he had the day before. But he didn't. He cried for us to stay. I wanted to do just that, or atleast if I had to leave, I wanted to take him with me. But I knew he had to stay, and I had to go, so I figured a little reassurance and a quick hug goodbye was my best exit strategy. I reluctantly headed to the gym with Norah and tried to run out my anxiety on the treadmill, keeping my cell phone close by in case the school called to say they had never seen a child in such despair, and that I should run back and pick him up immediately. The phone never rang, and when I picked him up two hours later, his teachers told me that, no matter what they tried, he just kept insisting on going home. He quietly refused to participate in any of the crafts, games or work from the day (though, somehow, he found the strength to console himself enough to eat his snack). But, they said, when the morning was ending and they were cleaning up for the day, Georgie walked up to them and said, "I'm comin' back tomorrow, and I'm not gonna cry."
That night, Georgie and I talked alot. He told me that he didn't want to live at school, and he was afraid that I would forget to come back for him. After spending over an hour reassuring him that school was not his new place to live, just a place to visit, he seemed ready to try again. The last few days since have been great, and when I drop him off in the morning, he once again walks into his classroom with a little bounce in his step.
As for me, the morning scramble has been an adjustment - getting Abby to school by 7:30 and then wasting a bit of time running a few quick errands until Georgie has to be in around 8:45. Afterwards, Norah and I usually head over to the gym where she plays with her friends in the daycare while I slog away on the treadmill or stationary bike for an hour. I usually have just enough time to run home and get changed before it's time to pick up Georgie (and this week Abby's school is running on half days, so by the time Georgie is in the car, we're heading across the street to wait for Abby). Homework is next, which I was right to dread. It's a bit more complicated with two backpacks to sort out, but as we get organized, it will get easier.
Tonight Abby starts ballet, and Tuesdays Georgie has soccer. Wednesday nights are set aside for swimming, but I'm not sure if three nights of activities will be too much to keep up with. I think our plate is already quite full.
Labels: school
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
Sunday, May 27, 2007
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Georgie: No, my pants are not backwards... my BODY is backwards.
Labels: funny, georgie, kid quotes
Monday, April 16, 2007
Week (so far) in Review
Tuesday: Drove from one Home Depot to the next by myself for 9 hours (literally) to (not) find materials for kitchen remodel with all three children.
Wednesday: Received tetanus shot.
Thursday: Spent two hours cleaning up (with my sore arm) after Georgie pooped his pants and tracked it throughout the entire house.
Friday: I'm a little scared to find out what tomorrow brings...
Saturday, April 7, 2007
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Sunday, February 25, 2007
Just wishing and hoping...
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
When I was your age, television was called books.
Labels: idle moments, illness and injury
Friday, February 16, 2007
My First Valentine's Day
So, for our first Valentine's Day together (my first Valentine's Day with a boyfriend), there were no reservations at a fancy restaurant, just dinner at his parents' house. His mom made a chicken and Stove-top stuffing with all the fixings. After dinner, Mike and I kicked back in his room where we listened to Pearl Jam's Ten on Mike's stereo, and he showed off some of the art work he had been working on. He was, and remained, quite a talented artist. Actually, part of my gift that year was an amazing drawing he'd created for me.
His bedroom was very artistically designed, as well. He had burlap covered walls on one side of his room, his art was hanging everywhere. He collected and created unique sculptures and displayed them on shelves. His room always smelled of incense. Another hobby of his was to gather large branches, skillfully carving and shaving the bark of these branches to create unique designs in the wood. As a fourteen year old girl with not a creative bone in her body, I was impressed by his artistry.
About halfway through Pearl Jam's debut album, I started feeling the aura of a migraine about to come on. I ignored it, trying to be cool and not look like a complete loser in front of my boyfriend, hoping the feeling would pass. But no matter how much I tried to push the feeling aside, there was no doubt that a fireball migraine was on its way. By the end of the CD, there was no denying my pain. The music seemed louder, the lights were that much brighter. I was almost in tears and asked Mike to turn down the blaring radio. He turned around to walk across the room, and that's when it hit me. A wave of nausea ran through my entire body. There was nothing I could do, nowhere to run. I turned around, frantically searching for a trash can, or anything else to contain what was about to happen, but it was too late. The closest target - his bed. By the time Mike turned around, I don't know if he quite understood what just happened, but there I stood, my hands over my face, and my dinner all over his comforter. Mortified at what just happened, I ran out of his room and down the hall. I slammed the bathroom door behind me and started to cry.
A few minutes passed, as I contemplated how I was going to jump out the second floor window without killing myself. Maybe killing myself wouldn't be so bad, though, since I never wanted to have to face Mike ever again. Before I could crack open the window, there was a knock at the door. It was Mike's mom, who said she had just called my mom to come pick me up, and asked if there was anything she could do. I just wanted to go home. And thankfully, ten minutes later, I did.
The next day, Mike called me on the phone to see how I was feeling. My migraine was gone, but I was still far too embarrassed to talk to him, so my mom relayed the message that I was feeling better and was taking it easy, but was too exhausted to come to the phone.
Mike and I wound up dating for another year and a half, and after that night, I learned that, no matter how much you wish you could melt into the floor, somehow you do not die from extreme mortification. Instead, that night gave Mike and me our own private inside joke.
And how was our next Valentine's Day, you ask? Well, once again we spent the night at his parents' house, where his mom made us dinner. We wound up in the same spot, listening to the radio and playing video games, and no joke, I got another migraine. But, you'll be happy to know that this time, I made it to the bathroom in time.
Mike and I broke up a few months after our second Valentine's Day, but we continued to be friends. And every once in a while when we get the chance to talk, he'll ask me if I'm still allergic to Valentine's Day.
Thursday, February 15, 2007
A Pink Nightmare
Before the show, I stopped at the store to stock up on some treats to hide in my purse, as to avoid paying $10 for one bag of popcorn at the show. I grabbed two coffees for George and myself, and some candy and Strawberry Yoo-hoo for the kids. After drinking my 24 oz. coffee, I was thirsty, so I took a quick swig or two of Abby's drink. It hit me that quick. I instantly became dizzy and nauseous - flashbacks to a college graduation party I attended five years earlier.
The party was at a hall, with mostly family. It had an open bar, stocked with beer, wine and bottom shelf liquor. There were no professional bartenders, just a few retired firemen from the town were running the bar on this particular evening. Since the hall was located in the same town in which I grew up, I knew a few of these firemen well. As the night wore on, I became bored with the generic beer, and the jug wine was leaving an odd, metallic taste in my mouth. One of the impostor bartenders insisted I give his new favorite drink concoction a try. A bit leery, I agreed. He handed me a glass that looked as if it were filled with Pepto Bismal. I inquired as to what I was about to drink. "Strawberry Yoo-hoo and vodka," he replied. I closed my eyes and took a sip. Kind of odd, but not entirely bad. To be polite, I took another sip, and another, until I was on my fourth or tenth drink of this stuff. The high sugar content (and, sure, maybe it had a little to do with the high vodka content) started making me a bit queasy and towards the end of the night I was quite a sight to see. I wound up sick, hiding out in the bathroom stall the remainder of the evening. Fortunately, I don't remember the part where I insisted on telling people, over and over, how much I loved them, or crying into my sleeve about the people who did not love me back. Like I said, I was quite a mess. I still don't understand why he kept pushing those baneful drinks at me. This man was a former fire fighter. Was his job not to help people? He certainly did not help me the next morning, when I couldn't see out of my left eye and my stomach was ineludibly stuck on the spin cycle.
Somehow, to this day, vodka I'm fine with. It's still only Strawberry Yoo-hoo that sends me spinning every time.
Moral of the story: When in doubt, stick to the boring generic beer.
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
The long awaited snow day!
It took almost an hour to gather all necessary clothing, and dress them up, but alas, they were ready! Norah was not so thrilled with all the layers.
Georgie wasted no time before he dove right in and started eating the snow from the ground.
Norah immediately turned right around and begged to go back inside. She spent the rest of the afternoon looking out from the inside, watching her big brother and sister frolic in the repulsive white stuff on the ground.
Abby was so happy, she hugged all the trees in the yard. I have no explanation for this.
Later, some friends came to play!
After we spent hours outside, we all came in to drink hot chocolate and eat valentine cakes. To get even warmer, we gathered together in the family room around the fireplace where we watched movies the rest of the afternoon. It was a good day...
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Labels: love, valentines
Monday, February 5, 2007
WARNING: Venting post ahead.
Sorry for the temporary blackout. Things have been hectic for me lately. I have been busy job hunting, training the best new puppy ever, adjudicating my own children's seasonal belligerence, and looking after other people's children day and night. The in-house responsibility is weighing down, since I never seem to have a moment to myself.
I'm not complaining, since being busy keeps me from becoming bored, although being bored doesn't sound so bad at this point. A little rest for myself is in order, and I will catch up on my down time soon enough. Before I can do that, I need to start planning Abby's birthday party. This year she wants a sleepover with about eight or so of her girlfriends. I pretty much have everything in order at this point, which is pretty good considering her birthday is still a month away.
Sorry for such a whiny post. I think I'll stop before you all start charging me therapy fees. I can almost promise a better mood tomorrow, it's my one "day off."
Labels: bad days
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
I'd like to introduce to you...
...the newest member of our family, Catcher. Yes, I know. He's not the cat that I said I had to have a few posts back, but the lack of space for a litter box was a bit of a setback. So instead, I brought home a four-month-old yellow lab. He's a big clumsy blockhead, but he's also as sweet as could be. Anyone up for a little house-training and puppy chew-proofing?
Labels: pets
Saturday, January 13, 2007
"What are you guys doing?" I called through the door.
"Uh! Nothing! Be right there!!" Abby and Georgie yelled back.
I slowly opened the door, and I found them both trying desperately to put all of the pillowcases back on their pillows.
"What did you guys do? I just made your beds. Alright, I guess it's really no big deal. Please start putting the pillows back together so I can clean Eliza's cage."
Georgie points to his sister. "Abby did it. You're in VERY big trouble Ab! Mom is MAD at you!"
His brow was all scrunched, and I could see the wheels turning in his little head.
"Do you know how much trouble you're in, Abby? Seventeen! SEVENteen troubles." he finally blurted out.
I did my best to keep a straight face. "Seventeen? Why seventeen?"
"Because seventeen is a very big number," he said. "And Abby... is in very big trouble."
Labels: funny, kid quotes, kidbits
Friday, January 12, 2007
Going cat crazy.
Labels: pets
Monday, January 8, 2007
randomness...
2. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? I don't think so, but I don't quite know.
3. WHEN DID YOU LAST CRY? saturday.
4. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING? sometimes...
5. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT? corned beef.
6. KIDS? 3!
7. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU? yes, I would.
8. DO YOU HAVE A JOURNAL? I have a blog... I haven't kept a written journal in quite some time.
9. DO YOU USE SARCASM A LOT? probably too much.
10. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS? yes.
11. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP? sure, if you pay for it.
12. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL? raisin nut bran and fruity pebbles.
13. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF? no, and it's how I ruin my sneakers by not untying them to put them back on.
14. DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG? freakishly.
15. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM FLAVOR? black cherry.
16. SHOE SIZE? 8
17. RED OR PINK? pink
18. WHAT IS THE LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF? my forgetfulness.
19. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST? the fun and fancy free Margo.
21. WHAT COLOR PANTS AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING? blue sweats and no shoes.
22. LAST THING YOU ATE? special k (cereal, not the drug ;)
23. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW? the news.
24. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE? purple.
25. FAVORITE SMELL? laundry (clean, of course).
26. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE? natalie
27. THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE YOU ARE ATTRACTED TO? eyes.
28. DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU? yep! she rocks!
29. FAVORITE DRINK? lemonade.
30. FAVORITE SPORT? basketball to play, soccer to watch.
31. EYE COLOR? green.
32. HAT SIZE? I have no idea....?
33. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS? no.
34. FAVORITE FOOD? sushi.
35. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDING? scary movies with a happy ending.
36. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED AT THE MOVIE THEATRE? the holiday.
37. WHAT COLOR SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING? white shirt with Elmhurst Condors logo (who?)
38. SUMMER OR WINTER? summer
39. HUGS OR KISSES? hugs
40. FAVORITE DESSERT? strawberry shortcake
41. WHAT TIME DID YOU WAKE UP THIS MORNING? 5:30 am
42. WHAT'S UNDER YOUR BED? a rubbermaid box full of norah's mega blocks
43. WHAT BOOKS ARE YOU READING? the pact
44. WHAT'S ON YOUR MOUSE PAD? I don't use a mouse pad. I have a laptop.
45. WHAT DID YOU WATCH LAST NIGHT ON TV? tsunami, the aftermath
46. FAVORITE SOUNDS? rain and crickets
47. ROLLING STONE OR BEATLES? both
Labels: memes
Saturday, January 6, 2007
Spring time in winter.
Labels: mish mash
Thursday, January 4, 2007
Please excuse Margo from blogging today. After being carefully examined, she has been diagnosed with a severe case of denseness with the creativity all clogged up in her head. After ample doses of hot toddies, along with the proper amount of dilatoriness, she should be fully able to resume blogging, without restrictions, in a day or so.
Sincerely,
Dr. Sicknote
Labels: idle moments
Wednesday, January 3, 2007
Do you hear that? Me neither!
What would you do? I can tell you one thing. You would NOT still be sitting here on this computer, wasting the precious solitude of this quiescent house. So I say to you, "Goodnight!"
Labels: idle moments
This is the chaos that laziness will evoke.
Labels: idle moments
Tuesday, January 2, 2007
Finding, and keeping, the resolution willpower.
The party's over.
They say that all good things must end.
Call it a night,
The party's over,
And tomorrow starts the same old thing again.
Happy New Year to all. It seems that everyone is creating their usual new years resolutions list, and I am no exception. But resolutions are made to be broken, and I'm tired of setting myself up for failure. I could bore myself, yet again, with how many pounds I resolve to lose, the closets I plan to organize, or the extra time I would like to put aside for family and friends, but it would be a bit cliche for me to claim these asseverations once again. I need something a bit fresher and more updated this year, so I have come up with a few feasible ideas and jotted them down:
1. Go back to school. A very important, and workable one. My goal is to be enrolled by the spring semester.
2. Volunteer my time one night a week to a shorthanded charity organization. Something that would bring myself a little self-satisfaction at the end of the day. Maybe a nursing home, or the children's hospital.
3. Go to more shows. Theater, ballet, movies, concerts, etc...
4. Take an interest in creative photography. Not just endlessly snapping photos of my children. I'd like to try still life and maybe some candid shots of unsuspecting strangers...
So these are my resolutions for 2007. Check back in February to see if I've kept or broken them.
Labels: holidays
Tuesday, December 26, 2006
The day after.
At about 7:15 on Christmas morning, I heard four little feet come bounding down the stairs, letting out squeals of excitement when Santa's stopover was confirmed by the many packages under the tree. The kids headed for their stockings hanging from the mantel, making sure Santa remembered to fill them with candies and other goodies, then quickly returned to the tree to check out the tags on the boxes, trying to sort out whose present were whose. Next came the forethought of waking George and me, who felt as if we had just closed our eyes only moments ago. I could hear them whispering from the other room:
Abby: Ok, first we have to tiptoe into Mom and Dad's room. And then... HEY! LOOK GEORGIE! THIS ONE'S MINE!!! SEE IT HAS MY NAME ON IT, AND IT'S THE BIGGEST ONE!
Georgie: Yeah, Ab. I see... HEY! THIS ONE SAYS NORAH! WOW! I CAN READ THAT, SEE?!
A: Ok, alright. So when we get to their room, you wake Dad... No. Wait. I'll wake Dad, and you wake Mom, Ok?
G: Ok!
A: Remember. Tiptoe! And you wake Mommy! Ok?
G: Ok, Ab.
A: SHHHHH!
G: O-kay AB!!
(I don't know why she insisted on tiptoeing. Wasn't the point of coming in to wake us?)
After being pounced on repeatedly, I did my best to hold back the wired masses for 30 tortuous minutes, until pulling a groggy Norah out of her crib. And then the ravenous attack on the presents began!
When every last gift was opened and admired, Abby said, "I got everything I wanted in my WHOLE life!" (Whew!)
Georgie was too busy playing with Norah's new toys to care about his shiny new playthings - which worked out well, because...
Norah, the 18 month old baby, kept throwing all of her toys back into the bags. She had no interest in her new puzzles, books, dolls, or other extravagant toys. Instead, she spent the morning clutching her new shirts and dresses. She tried on her new shoes, and admired her new embellished jeans. She ripped open the packs of socks and onsies, and tried on the new clips for her hair. I think Santa may need to rethink (and re-budget) his gifts for next year for this little fashion diva.
Today, I am spending my day collecting shreds of crumpled paper, cursing wire twist ties, and sorting micro-sized pieces and parts from god-knows what toy sets. As I work, I hear my children hard at play - figuring out their new games, breaking in new dolls and action figures, and laughing at each other while garbed in their new dress-up clothes! It is a reward to know that what I have been working for the last few tiresome weeks, has finally paid off tremendously. We should do this again. Maybe this time next year?
Friday, December 22, 2006
Merry Christmas, friends!
"In fact," I said to her, "There wasn't a dry eye in the house." I knew this was especially true for George, who did actually get a bit choked up during the performance.
She was quite pleased with herself, and with the rest of her class. They worked really hard on their show for weeks, and in the end, their efforts and many practices paid off. The show was a hit!
The pageant at school got my spirit jumping, and now the excitement of the next few days is staring to creep up on me. I figure by tonight, when the tree is finally standing and decorated, I will be acting like a 9 year old again, as I tend to regress every year at this time. The kids, of course, couldn't be more charged, and are getting a tad impatient with the wait.
I keep reminding them, "Only two (and a half) more days until Christmas. It really is almost here!" I remember the anticipation, and when I think back to the years when I was an exuberant child - tearing frantically into my gifts on that one magical morning of the year, hoping and praying for the perfect toy. The feelings of jubliance come right back again when I watch my own children's faces light up with curiosity and wonder to see the many packages under the tree, these packages that were absent when they headed up to bed the night before. I relate to their utter elation when they realize that Santa has visited their home to grant their every wish.
Since becoming a mother, Christmas has taken on a whole new meaning for me. It's not about life on the receiving end anymore; the meaning has, by far, surpassed that. It's more rewarding than I could ever imagined, to give these memories to my children and live these precious moments with them.
The holidays always add warmth during the coldest winter days. May you have everything and everyone you need to make this year the warmest Christmas and happiest New Year, and I hope this holiday season brings you health, happiness and great memories to cherish.
Merry Christmas!
A little less likely to panic.
1.
My naughty or nice list is checked off, finally. All gifts bought and tagged.
2.
My Christmas tree has been found. It is across the street in my in-laws' attic. (We are borrowing their artificial tree, since they are not using it this year.)
3.
Well, the tree is not standing, and is obviously not decorated, but I have located the decorations for the tree in the garage, and they are ready to be displayed. You would know, that in itself is an accomplishment, if you have ever seen my garage!
4. Wrap EVERY gift.
Every last one of gifts still needs to be wrapped. All 197 of them.
5.
But atleast I now have wrapping paper.
6.
I found an adorable dress for Norah. Still nothing for Abby. Maybe Georgie will open something appropriate on Christmas morning from his grandparents to change into, since I seem to have excluded him entirely from my wardrobe concerns.
7.
The holiday greetings have been emailed.
All in all, I'm in pretty good shape. I can totally do this!
Labels: holidays
Thursday, December 21, 2006
Panicked? Nah, not yet anyway.
1. Buy gifts for a "few" more people. (That may be a little under-exaggerated.)
2. Find a Christmas tree.
3. Stand and decorate this aforementioned tree we are still lacking.
4. Wrap EVERY gift.
5. Oh, that reminds me. Buy wrapping paper, since I have none.
6. Buy Christmas dresses for the girls. (I think they may be celebrating the day "dress-casual.")
7. Send Christmas cards. I think it will be a modest - not so modish - email greeting this year.
Can I do it in 4 days? Hey, I'm early this year. I don't usually start my shopping until Christmas Eve, so I am way ahead of the game.
Labels: holidays
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
Good Vibrations
It was refreshing to reconnect, and once Christmas comes and goes, I hope we continue to treat ourselves more to this quality time together.
Labels: fun, love, the husband
Monday, December 11, 2006
Sunday, December 10, 2006
Merry Christmas, mischief makers.
Labels: peeved
Tuesday, December 5, 2006
Stress
2. Do you have a favorite "comfort food" and what is it? Buttered white toast w/ cinnamon and lots of sugar.
3. Do you have a "comfort activity" and what is it? I like to take a hot shower and then curl up in bed w/ my favorite book or movie and my cinnamon toast.
4. What days depress you and why? Any day when more of me is expected than I can handle.
5. What days excite you and why? Easy, fun & relaxing days alone with the kids.
Labels: memes
Sunday, December 3, 2006
The tooth fairy is coming tonight!
Labels: abby, milestones, photos
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
I'm not very much in the spirit.
Edited to add: Yes, I understand the consequences of such a wish. I know I will regret this wretched hex I have just put upon myself and the good people in my part of the country. When the temperatures drop below freezing and the snow has fallen up to our necks, I will mourn for this day.
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
My proud hunter.
Apparently we will be mounting the head of this poor creature in our home once it has been properly preserved. Because my husband must feel that nothing is more comforting than lounging around on a Sunday morning being stared at by the glassy, lifeless eyes of a deer carcass.
Labels: gross-out, photos, the husband
Sunday, November 26, 2006
Into the garbage chute, flyboy.
Labels: idle moments, kidbits
Frozen pits of hell.
You're welcome.
Labels: mish mash
Friday, April 28, 2006
The Silver Screen
Labels: memes
Thursday, April 27, 2006
I am officially broke, but my sanity was worth every penny!
Sunday, April 9, 2006
Parents: shave your heads!
But today, my friends, you are in luck; I will treat you all to a tale called The Strangled Toe
Friday morning I was prepping Norah for her bath. As I was inspecting her nails for length, I came across a very swollen and red middle toe on her right foot. When I looked closer, I saw that it was sliced completely open so that when she curled her toes, this particular toe would split apart, whereas the top of the digit would appear to be totally separated from the bottom. I called Dr. Bob right away, and he told us to come in at 11 o'clock for an appointment.
After carefully examining her wound, he gave it a name: hair tourniquet syndrome. I had never heard of such a thing before and was amazed and nauseous at the same time. He spread the two sections of her toe apart, searching for whatever had cut off her circulation, but whatever it was had either worked it's way out, dissolved, or was still in there, but not visible. He said I needed to keep close watch on the color of her toe. If it turned blue or purple, she needed to be rushed to the ER immediately to prevent autoamputation. Eek!! And here's where it gets gross: if the swelling does not go down by tomorrow, I am to apply Nair® into the wound to dissolve the thread or hair that was causing the lack of blood flow. Okay, so has anyone ever used Nair®? Have you ever felt the burning sensation from the product on healthy skin? The directions on the bottle clearly read: "DO NOT USE ON IRRITATED, SUNBURNED, INFLAMED, OR BROKEN SKIN." Exactly. So keep your fingers and toes crossed that the swelling goes down, or else I will be swabbing depilatories into her perferated toe in the morning. (*shudder*) I guess it's better than amputation, which is our only other option at that point.
So please, as a public service message to all parents: shave your heads, and dispose of all hair immdeiately!!!
Labels: illness and injury, norah
Saturday, April 1, 2006
A Full Moon in the Morning.
Needless to say, I am extremely proud.
Friday, March 31, 2006
Bad Mother, You Say?
It's amazing outside; I hope you all can get out and enjoy it too!
Labels: idle moments
Friday
- Do you wear perfume or cologne? Yes. My favorite is Lovely by SJ Parker
- What brand or kind of soap do you use? Dove
- Do you use anything to scent your home (candles, potpourri, scented oils, etc.)? All of the above. I love cinnamon (or any spicy) scented fragrance.
- What's your favorite scent on a member of the gender to which you're attracted? No scent in particular. I love a man fresh out of the shower; all of the products he has just used blend together into one very clean scent.
- Have you ever tried aromatherapy? If so, describe your experience; if not, do you think it works? I've used aromatherapy bath salts and candles... I guess they work. When I am in the bath, the whole experience works together to relax me, so I'm not sure if I can give credit soley to the scents.
Labels: memes
Monday, March 27, 2006
Waypost
Labels: milestones, norah
Sunday, March 26, 2006
Does Anyone Know What Time It Is?
Saturday, March 25, 2006
I've been voted 'Most Unproductive Wife'
Finding drunks in a bar -- what are the chances?
Labels: idle moments
Friday, March 24, 2006
Spiderman-iac
"Spiderman car?" I asked. "What Spiderman car, Georgie?"
"Tile." Georgie responded miserably, but finally with a little interest in conversing.
"Tile? What are you talking about - tile?"
"Tiii-ile! Ti-ile!" he whined, and so I continued asking him insane questions about floor tiles and game tiles until I figured out that he was not, in fact, referring to tiles after all. He was talking about Kyle (clearly pronounced "tile" in two-year old dialect) and the Spiderman car that Abby had bought for the party.
"You want the Spiderman car that Abby bought for Kyle?" I asked him.
"Yes," he said. "Tile's bider-man tar. Not Tile's. Mine. My bider-man."
I should have foreseen this "spidey-envy" when we were at the toy store buying Spiderman toys. I should have realized that I could never get away with bringing a Spiderman product into our house and then back out again for any reason. Who was I kidding? I have the boy who does not waste time pretending to be Spiderman, but instead has convinced himself, and truly does believe, that he is in fact the superhero himself. I reassured Georgie that first thing in the morning, I would take him to the store to buy him his very own Spiderman car. The instant this promise was made to him, his temperature instantly plummeted back to 98.6°, his mood elevated significantly, and he has been happily coloring at the table (in his Spiderman coloring book, wearing his Spiderman pajamas) with his sister for over an hour, chattering away the entire time (about, who else, Spiderman).
I've been sitting and thinking about what new illness Georgie may be coming down with, but then I started to wonder: is Georgie really falling ill with the flu, or could it be that he is literally sick without Spiderman? And was it really the Motrin that brought down his fever so rapidly, or was it the promise of a new "bider-man tar" that healed him?
I think that we are, without a doubt, dealing with a Spidermaniac.
Labels: georgie, illness and injury, kidbits
Friday, February 24, 2006
Feelin' irie
Send me any bon voyage messages by tonight, otherwise, I will "see" you all in a week!
Labels: vacation
Monday, December 19, 2005
Finals... ugh
Labels: studies
Thursday, December 15, 2005
Busiest time of the year.
George loved the house we looked at yesterday, and I really liked it too... It's in our price range, and we loved the family room: it's 24' x 24'!! It's a huge room. We're going to look at a couple more houses, and we'll decide from there. Tune in again for more updates!!
Friday, October 28, 2005
Raise Your Voice
Labels: fun
Tuesday, July 12, 2005
The Croup, Part II
Labels: georgie, illness and injury
Saturday, July 9, 2005
The return of the migraine.
Anyway, last night, after the adrenaline from the joy of having children wore off, I wound up with the worst migraine I have had since before two-year-old Georgie was born. Thank God Norah is sleeping through the night, or she would have been introduced to her very first bottle of Similac. I can't imagine why last night was chosen for the grand reminder of what it's like to have an Acme anvil come down and crack apart my tired skull, but I can only hope, and I do pray, that any future visits (if there must be any) from the Mighty Migraine are few and very far between!
Labels: bad days, illness and injury, migraines
Thursday, July 7, 2005
Norah!!
It's time, once again, to feed three hungry bellies!
Labels: norah
Monday, July 4, 2005
Labels: holidays
Tuesday, June 28, 2005
My baby boy is two
Happy birthday my baby boy. You're two years old today. I kissed your sweet face tonight while you slept and thought back on these past two years. Seeing everything through your eyes has changed my world forever. How could I have ever known that one day "messy" and "loud" would be the two best words to describe my most treasured moments? How could I have imagined that the birth of my son would open my heart and mind, and fill me with such simple joys? I thank God every day for the silly hopeful grin that never seems to leave your face, and for the endless supply of hugs that bring me so much comfort when I am down-hearted and weary. And for your eyes. How could I forget those beautiful eyes that will eternally tug at my heartstrings. No matter how bad the tantrum, or however big the mess, a simple bat of those long black lashes, and the slate is wiped clean. Tonight you are nestled beside me, and as I listen to your every breath, I think about how you're changing, how you're growing up so fast, and for that, I never want to leave this moment.
Saturday, June 18, 2005
3 Pounds?? What?!?!
The scale put her at nine pounds!! She gained three pounds in a month??? I have come to the very obvious conclusion that my breasts are definitely not producing skim, or any other low-fat variety of milk for this baby. He told me, not only could she sleep through the night if she wanted to, but she could sleep straight through the next two days, and she would be fine. She's halfway to doubling her birth-weight already! "Weigh" to go Norah!!
Labels: milestones, norah
Thursday, June 9, 2005
All night already?
Labels: milestones, norah