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Thursday, September 29, 2011

David Says…


In other words…
”Samantha is practicing
clarinet trying to play
Crazy Cat in the cinnamon
smelling family room!
I love my Mom & Dad
a bunch!”

David says he learned how to hold a pencil the “right way”  today in school…
this is what he wrote today while practicing. I just love it :-)


Friday, September 23, 2011

Friday Flashback

Eight years ago…
September 23rd, 2003
"Is he in there, Mommy?"I realized today that this picture was taken on the same day
as the one I used in a contest I entered earlier this week.
I just love that little face.
She was ”listening” to her baby brother…….aaand probably wondering if my belly button was gonna poke her eye out if he kicked :-/

Sunday, September 18, 2011

Magic Moments

This is my entry for the Magic Moments contest hosted by “Things I Can’t Say”…these are all older pics of my kids but they’re some of the most precious ones we have.
Especially this one…

I love my baby brother. 

Good luck to all of the entrants!!
:)

Pinterest Love

Anyone else out there ADORE  Pinterest??? Because I am completely obsessed. Holy crap, I can’t stop pinning. I have 20 something boards now! There are so many amazing ideas and inspirations on there… In fact the kids and I made this today as a result of a craft idea that I found on there...
The picture is terrible quality thanks to my iPod Touch camera but the banner turned out really cute! We found some leaves outside, painted them with Crayola washable paint and pressed them onto colored construction paper. Then we cut them out and clothes-pinned them onto the string and voila, we had a cute new fall decoration. We are planning to make one for each season/holiday from now on. They are super inexpensive to make but so cute & festive!! We had a blast making it. One of the things I love most about these banners is that you can remove the current decorations from the string and put them in (for example) a large gallon sized baggie to protect them from moisture until next year and keep reusing the string & clothespins for the other holidays. We’re planning to make one like this for Halloween in a couple weeks (this is the one I came across on Pinterest)…

If you haven’t checked out Pinterest, you might want to. It’s a fun way to catalogue your interests and ideas and to find other ones that maybe you haven’t thought of before…I just might become a crafty Mom after all…hell, I might even bake! :)

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Monday, September 12, 2011

Middle School Mama


I am not handling this well. My daughter started middle school last week, and – as I knew would be the case – my insides literally hurt. I am not ready for this…I’m not ready to have a 6th grader. She did well the first day. We pumped her up and told her it was going to be great and I did not let her know at all that I was an emotional wreck inside. She came home that day and said school was alright – she had some trouble with her locker and she got lost on the way to every single class, but for the most part she said it was ok and she was fairly happy. The following morning was a totally different story. She fell apart about ten minutes before it was time to get in the car. When I said goodbye to her outside the school she was sobbing while I plastered a fake smile across my face and told her it would be ok – and she walked up the stairs and out of sight. My husband and son waited in the car down the block and I walked back to them feeling like I’d just sent my daughter off to some terrible dungeon. She did ok of course, as I know she will in general – despite her emotional moments she’s one tough kid. She can hold her own and she doesn’t let anyone push her around. I’m proud to say she’s not a follower…I can only pray she holds true to that. It’s gotten a little easier each day for her,  but it’s still going to be a tough rest of the month for sure. Middle school scares me waaaaaaay more than high school or even college. This is the time when kids are extremely vulnerable to peer pressure – they’re still children but they want SO badly to be grown up and to fit in. I remember how that felt all too well. When I started middle school, I found a circle of friends pretty quickly and that helped me through. I was never “popular” but I always had friends and we fit well together. She has that. And as long as she has that, I know she’ll be just fine.
My son on the other hand has done fantastic in transitioning to 2nd grade! Thank God! He has a bunch of old friends and some new in his class, his teacher is wonderful and friendly, and he’s very excited. He is a take charge kid and his friends (girls and boys alike) always seem to adore him a little more than they do most other kids, lol. I’m so thankful that he loves his school so much. He’s a wonderful boy. And I love his school to pieces – we’ve been a family of that school for six years now and we have another four to go. It’s a wonderful, nurturing place to learn. It didn’t feel like that when my daughter started kindergarten there – it felt cold and unfamiliar, much like her middle school feels to me now. I know in time we will all adjust…I have no doubt whatsoever that she will adjust before I will. But she will never know of my apprehension about middle school. As far as she knows, I think it’s the greatest place in the entire world.

Sunday, September 11, 2011

One Decade


It’s amazing to me that ten whole years have gone by since the horrible morning of September 11th, 2001. Life truly has never been the same. I was a stay at home Mom back then and I was sleeping that morning with my little girl next to me – she was one year old. I remember waking up slightly around 9:00 and rolling over… I glanced at the clock but not at the TV – which was on, and was tuned to NBC. I fell back to sleep and almost an hour later my phone rang. I answered it, still not having looked at the TV. It was my Mom on the phone – “Are you watching the news?” she asked, and her voice didn’t sound like her own. In just those few words I could sense she was profoundly sad…somber, and cautious with her words. Just the sound of her voice told me something was terribly wrong. Finally my eyes fell on the TV. I wasn’t sure what I was seeing at first, I was confused. I asked “What happened?” and as she started to explain it to me, I was watching the towers burn and it was becoming clear to me that what I was looking at was really something beyond comprehension. When she told me that “planes full of people” were used as missiles to attack these buildings……by terrorists……..I got a feeling over me that I can’t really describe. Terror comes close to explaining it. I was terrified for our country and I knew nothing would ever be the same. For a split second I was sure the terrorists were going to wipe us right off the Earth and I felt hopeless. We hung up right before the first tower fell. I sat there in silence and watched it all and took it all in. I called my Mom back and begged her to come home once I heard a plane had crashed in Pennsylvania – it felt like the terrorists were getting closer and were completely unpredictable – who knew where they would strike next? My Mom was working in a government building and I just wanted her to get out of there. My Sister came home early from school, my Dad came over – we all just stayed glued to the TV all day long while my tiny one year old daughter played with her toys in innocent unawareness of what was going on in the world around her. The same little girl who is now 11 years old and knows far more about that awful day than I would like her to (she has learned quite a bit about it in school). In fact, as she learned bits & pieces and processed it all in her head, she created two of her own works of art about the World Trade Center…her talent and insight blows me away. We went out on our front lawn after hearing that all flights were grounded and I remember the eerie silence in the air. I found out later that day that my Uncle who lives in Brooklyn had flown right over the WTC site earlier that morning, just before the attacks began. Thankfully he was safe and sound at home… I often think what would the world be like today if all of those innocent people were still alive today. The profound butterfly effect that each of those individuals would have certainly had on the world since that date…especially  the children who were killed. I think about them most of all. The little 2 1/2 year old girl who was on her way to a wonderful visit to Disneyland with her Mommy…the 11 year old children who would now be 21 years old – adults – perhaps with children of their own. It’s too heartbreaking to dwell on for long – what their lives could have become. I came across this article today about those children and it really broke my heart. September 11th will always be a day of mourning in our nation, but hopefully also a day of commemoration of ALL of the wonderful people whose lives were cut short by such evil…God Bless America.