tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8977627511845280822011-09-30T14:27:14.573-04:00Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01277899436188762380noreply@blogger.comBlogger3691100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897762751184528082.post-63124143677064440452009-09-28T10:18:00.006-04:002009-09-28T10:24:56.797-04:00

Born September 21, 2009 at 11:51 a.m.8 pounds 3 ounces, 21 inches longThese are for Nanny and Grandpa since they aren't on Facebook. I love you guys and can't wait for you to meet your newest great grand baby.s

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"Mommy?  I think maybe you should eat slower so that the baby doesn't choke on all that food going into your stomach.""What do you mean?""Well, I think if you keep eating so much, so fast the baby is just going to get covered in all that food and choke."

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01277899436188762380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897762751184528082.post-31855833778179783182009-05-04T22:45:00.000-04:002009-05-04T22:45:21.586-04:00

that my darling Grace recently put her arms across her chest, stomped her foot and warned me, "You're busted mommy and I'm gonna bring you down."

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In case anyone who doesn't know me in real life still bothers to stop by...Approximately four days (nights to be exact) after my last post, I threw caution to the wind and well.....see for yourself!I'm 19 weeks pregnant with baby number three and just starting to feel like I'm keeping my head above water.  We're excited and feel very blessed.

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01277899436188762380noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897762751184528082.post-55907876502122619882008-12-28T20:44:00.012-05:002008-12-28T21:16:52.992-05:00

or maybe southern New Jersey....Last weekend we got almost two feet of snow.  Today, it was a balmy 60 degrees!  So we did what all New Englanders do when the sun peeks out to warm our cold bones.  We headed to the beach!  Sam wanted to pack a picnic and bring his bathing suit, but we're not that crazy or sun starved.  Yet.I WISH she was looking at the camera for this one.  She won't.  Ever.Sam

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There was no Twinkle Family Christmas card this year, but if there had been, it may have looked something like this...

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Play dates at my house usually involve a whole lot of running around and destroying things and not many scheduled or planned activities.  Most of the play dates we go to are much the same.  However, I do have a friend or two who organize wonderful, organized and thoughtful gatherings for our children.  For example, a cookie making party for the under 3 crowd....Complete with gobs of icing...

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Checking her out...Buttering her up....Going in for the kill....Looking very pleased with himself....

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Grace saw her fair share of snow last year, but judging by her absolute delight with yesterday's snow, I think it's safe to say, she has no recollection of it.Getting outside to play in it was even better than looking at it from the window.  She's pretty much telling me here to put the darn camera away and let her play.  "No pictures mommy!"When you don't finish raking, you get very dirty looking

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Grace is napping less frequently.  The fact that she can get out of her bed and play, or shake her door, is apparently much more enjoyable than sleeping.  I'm no longer able to just read her a story and then tuck her in and walk away.  Instead, we read three stories, I beg, I promise treats, we pray....sometimes it works.The other day as I held her, she began to rub my breast and look at me

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I put Grace in her crib for a time out and she climbed out. She called my name from the top of the stairs and proudly announced, "I got out. By myself! Huh!" and stomped her little foot.I am undone. It's quite possible that I will never get more than 3 straight hours of sleep again.

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My nephew Ian is a rock star.Okay.  A high school band rock star.My son, well, he's a groupie.Note the cotton in his ears.  My boy partied till 9:30!It was a BIG secret.  We didn't tell Grace.  We snuck out after she went to bed.This morning, he told Grace "I didn't go anywhere last night.  I just went to bed.  Okay?"When my sister in law called and asked what his favorite part of the show was,

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My dinosaur and Tinkerbell, AKA "Faiwy Pwincess" had so much fun trick-or-treating last night. Grace carried her weight in candy (the handle on her plastic pumpkin actually broke. A nice neighbor taped it back together for us) and stayed up way past her bed time. This morning, when we asked what she wanted to do, she suggested, "twick or tweating"?Hope everyone had fun!

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Dear Grace,Where or where have the last two years gone?  It feels like just yesterday that we brought you home from the hospital.  So tiny and sweet and new.  And now, well now I have a little girl with a head full of curls, a deep laugh, tons of spunk and a million words.You delight us.  You make us laugh.  You make us crazy.  You probably have the best two year old sense of humor out there.  

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Won't smile for the camera.  But his eyes?  They're dreamy.  They melt my heart.  He owns me.

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Just picked up a plastic piano bench and threw it across the room while yelling "STUPID!""Stupid" she learned from her brother.  No idea where the temper came from.Yeah.

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I've been wishing that my babies would stop getting so darn big.

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that we don't this nightly.  If the only thing different about Mac's and PC's was Photo Booth, it would be worth it! Make sure you turn the blog music off so you can here the musical talent of Family Twinkle....

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Look what I got!

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All I had to do to get them to sit still and look at me was promise to pull them up and down the street in the wagon six million times.

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Yesterday we went to a local orchard to pick apples. Apparently, every other family within 100 miles of the orchard had the same idea. It was crowded, hot and miserable. Plus, there was a 30 minute wait to get on the hayride that took you out to the "open" orchard. I decided we'd hold off on the apple picking and just hand out. Sam was devastated...and it just kept getting worse and worse.

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Halibut PointIt's an old granite quary with the ocean on the other side.Before we had kids, Brad and I spent many afternoons out on these rocks. Yesterday, was the first time that we took our kids there. They loved it. Brad and I got engaged here, maybe even on this very rock....

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Is it wrong that I wish Grace was going too?

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Half a cookie on your face equals half the calories .....

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1. Do you suppose he looked in the mirror before he headed to the beach and thought to himself, "Self, I look good!"?2. Do you think he ever experiences self-doubt, self-consciousness or self-awareness?3. What's your best guess as to what's playing on that ipod? I'm think something by Right Said Fred....I'm to sexy for this beach......4. Notice, the ipod is tucked into the "bathing suit".

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After her second, huge bowl of cereal.... "Gracie, where do you put all that food?" "In my mouf?"

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"Hmmm...what are those things that look like rocks that you are all eating?" "I really think that I would like to try one.""I know there's still one in my mouth... but keep them coming!" "These things are awesome. Can I have a glass of Chardonnay?" Whenever my aunts are around, the food is sure to be amazing. I'm really not sure how they manage to stay so thin....Jackie steamed the cherry

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"Mommy, I changed my mind about what I want to be when I grow up.""You did?""Yeah, I'm going to be a dinosaur hunter instead."Phew! No need for us to get long term care insurance or save for retirement...Sam will have no trouble paying our bills.

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My sister moved to southern Maine a few weeks ago. She's a little over and hour from me now and it's been great to have her so close. This weekend my aunts Jackie and Ellen were visiting her. We went up for the day and ended up spending the night. So fun. You'll just have to believe me, but the water in ME is so cold that it hurts. I couldn't get more than my toe wet. These guys didn't seem to

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Growing up, my family went camping in Vermont several times each summer. Every year, we would "rock hop" up the river that my hippie parents lived on before they had me. We would visit a "natural water slide" where you could slide down the side of a mountain into water so cold that you started swimming back up the minute your toes hit. We would swim in quarries so deep and so dark that I was

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when it's been raining for days and all your wood is wet.....1. Stack your wet kindling so that plenty of oxygen can get to any flame that you may get started.2. Stuff plenty of wet newspaper in the gaps and light. Fan and blow on it...till you get red in the face.3. Wet wood and paper will smoke a lot.....keep small children away.4. Once the paper has burned up, your fire will die. Wet wood

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If only they would look at me....Eye conract isn't necessary for a great photo. I mean, Brad looking down at Grace is actually sweet. Sam looking over at where the lesbian couple was getting married (gotta love MA) incredibly frustrating. We won't even talk about Grace. I'll just say she is my nemesis.In this one, Brad is actually saying, "Look at the camera or I'm going to spank you." Sam

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In case you were wondering, I'm the photographer in my family. I bring my Nikon D80 every where. It's like an extension of my body, and just about every little thing my kids do, is photographed. I have taken thousands and thousands of pictures of them.When they do something wrong, I often run for the camera before I discipline. When they make a mess, I take pictures. Temper tantrums are some of

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At 8:00 this morning...."Mom, it's your lucky day!" "Why?" "There are two beers in the fridge!"

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Almost 22 months.

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Last night we grilled steak tips wrapped in bacon for dinner. As I came around the side of the house carrying a stack of plates, Grace proclaimed, "Mommy! Drinkin' Beers!" and she was, sort of. She managed to get a little taste. It took a second to decide if she liked it or not. She did. Doesn't it look like she's on her 2nd or 3rd? I promise she only managed a tiny sip before Brad took it

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The other day we were going to pick Sam's friend Andrew up from camp. As we drove past the cemetery Sam exclaimed,"Mommy, look at that place with all the flowers! It's really beautiful!""Yes, it's pretty isn't it?""Yeah, it sure is. What is that place mommy?""It's a cemetery""Oh. What's a cemetery?""It's the place that they bury people when they die.""WHAT?" (said with complete disbelief and like

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a lot. He's been sneaking in even when we're not there yet. Last night he looked so sweet. I ran back downstairs and grabbed my camera and took pictures of him for about five minutes. He changed positions about fifteen times and was singing about dinosaurs at one point, but he never once opened his eyes! Although I do prefer sleeping alone (with Brad), part of me feels really sad when I think

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Yesterday morning Sam went poop on the potty.There was absolutely no drama.No screaming. No yelling. No crying. He did it again in the afternoon. No drama.This morning? Yup, he did it.This afternoon while Cooper was over playing? He went inside and pooped. I didn't even know it was happening until he yelled, "Mom, I need you!" out the bathroom window.I've been praising him like crazy. And

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01277899436188762380noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897762751184528082.post-20544341717871895552008-07-25T21:20:00.006-04:002008-07-25T22:11:40.284-04:00

When Grace sees me with my camera she says "Cheese!" and looks the other way. It drives me crazy. When I uploaded these the other day, I had an epiphany of sorts.... I'd probably hate cameras too... if every single time I was in distress.... someone just stood there taking pictures.Wouldn't you?Will I stop? Not likely. This is eight minutes later when she was full recovered from this latest

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Yesterday I finally met my sister Michelle's 7 week old son Levi. They just moved to Maine (only an hour and 15 minutes from me!) where her husbandGil will be going to medical school at the University of New England. Welcome Levi! You are so precious and I look forward to getting to know you and watching you grow.

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Five years ago, if someone had told me that there would be a time when thoughts and conversations would be full of poop, laxatives and dirty underwear, I wouldn't have believed it. If someone had told me that I would someday stand in the bathroom with my finger in my sons butt trying to keep a suppository in place, I would have found it unimaginable. If someone had told me that there was such a

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01277899436188762380noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897762751184528082.post-91761820594495938002008-07-17T18:45:00.005-04:002008-07-19T22:25:44.210-04:00

but I can't help but wish I was going to see them in concert. What could be more fun than a bunch of 30 something mommies acting like they are 15 again while a bunch of guys who are pushing 40 dance and sing?Anyone with me on this?Oh, and did you see the girls with the mini skirt and shorts on? Her legs look exactly like mine. It was like looking in the mirror

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01277899436188762380noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897762751184528082.post-71657945630549367132008-07-16T11:26:00.003-04:002008-07-16T16:50:48.739-04:00

Last Thursday, Sam decided that it would be fun to try to swing from the door of the jelly cupboard in our kitchen. In his own words, "I tried to swing on the door.""You did what?"I just stood up on the chair and grabbed the door. Then I took one foot of the chair and then I just letted go."This is what happened when he "letted go".I know that it could have been much worse than a big mess and

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Taking MiraLAX for five days, sitting on the potty for an hour with the equivalent of Hershey's syrup dripping from your rear, and managing to not poop.Next step.Children's Hospital Potty School.Serious.

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Happy Birthday my little Sam man!Despite the fact that I keep asking you to stay little, you keep getting bigger. I really wish that you would listen better! You've changed so much in the last year. Other than the fact that you still poop in a diaper, there really isn't much that is "babyish" about you anymore. You use words like actually and supposedly (but you also say "Lady pop" and "Lemolaid"

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As we were sitting down for dinner the other night, Brad mentioned a woman that we know. Anita Coco.Sam looked up from his chicken and rice with a hopeful expression on his face. "I need a cocoa too!"Then yesterday U2's Beautiful Day came on while we were driving to the grocery store. I started singing. "Mommy, how do you know this song? I never heard it before.""Sam, this is U2. Quite

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Although Sam called him "Pooper" for a good year, Sam and Cooper are still best friends....

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is sad and scary and lonely and unpleasantand hard. Happy Birthday Andrew!

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If we have another baby, will you please consider sending one with blue eyes?

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"Mommy, when I grow up I want to be a recycling man.""Really?""Yeah, I think being a garbage man might be too stinky."

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I took these in the bathroom the other day while we were waiting for Sam to poop on the potty. I'll spare you the long and painful details of our progress with that and just say it was dramatic, lasted for about three hours, involved screaming, tears, a suppository and M&M's. At one point, Sam was screaming like he was in labor and yelling that he wanted his daddy. To which I replied in a very

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Preparing her "Paint" Masterpiece in the works...When she's famous, I'll probably kick myself for washing away this early example of Gracie's art....

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Last week, it was really hot here. As in, to hot for anyone over the age of eight to be outside for very long. Unfortunately, my kids don't appreciate a nice air conditioned house and begged to be outside. Constantly.We went to grandma and grandpa's one afternoon. She bought a slip-n-slide for Sam. At first, he wasn't sure about it. He begged me to show him how to do it, and I actually considered

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Wow, it's been a long time since I've gone this long without posting. In case anyone's been missing me or was concerned that I dropped off the face of the earth...I'm still here. I've just been really busy and a little frazzled. I'll be back though...

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While having breakfast this morning, Sam said "Mom, how about if we name another baby Lucy?""I like that name. Do you want mommy to have another baby?""Yes. I've never seen a baby get out of the mommy's tummy. I'd like to see that.""Oh.....you would?""Yes. Mommy? How does the baby get out?"I decided to tell him the truth."Well, God designed a woman's body to carry a baby and then give birth.

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Grahm is four months younger and just as big as she is. Yet, she calls him "baby". It's love.

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Those of you who know me in real life, will look at these and without a doubt think, "Oh my goodness, she's just like her mother!" It's true, the apple does not fall far from the tree. She gets her temper from me too. And Sam? Well, he's a lot like me too. He really wanted to get, as Grace puts it, "nek". But I wouldn't let him. So he pouted.

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When we left the aquarium, we decided to walk to Faneuil Hall for a treat. Although it was cold and drizzling a bit, we weren't ready to go home. The boys spotted a fountain at the end of State Street...... At first, they just looked and danced around the edges. Every minute or so, the water would stop. So we told them that they had to sing to make it spray. They sung their hearts out. And got

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Weeks ago, my mom and I made plans for her to visit us with my nephew Isaiah. Sam has been excited for weeks and apparently, Isaiah was so excited that he started packing three weeks ago and made a calendar for his bedroom and the refrigerator to count down the day till he left for Sam's house.We all had a blast and once again, I was left wishing that my mom lived closer. She really is the best.

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When I began blogging a year and a half ago, I had yet to write in a baby book, or complete a scrapbook. I saw blogging as a way to keep track of what was happening in our lives and to share pictures and stories with our friends and family who live far away. That was it.I didn't know about site meters or blog readers. I'd never heard of a Blog Carnival or a BooMama. Rocks In My Dryer was nothing

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What can I say? It's been one of those weeks that I pretty much dislike everything about being a stay home mom. If someone called and offered me a job that payed enough to cover the cost of daycare, I'd take it.Grace is on a sleep strike. She has gone from going to bed at 6 o'clock and sleeping straight through to screaming her head off for four to five hours at a time and then not napping during

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"Mommy, I choose to go poop on the potty!"I looked up the stairs and there he was. Sitting on the toilet. Guess what he just did?The tiniest poop you've ever seen.So he kept trying. and he did it. "Mommy, can you wipe my butt?" Truly the most exciting thing I have done in a while. I know it will get old, and that I probably need to get out more. But for now, I will wipe his butt with a silly grin

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"Behold, children are a gift of the LORD, The fruit of the womb is a reward. Like arrows in the hand of a warrior, So are the children of one's youth. How blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them." Psalm 127:3-5a"Woe to those who call evil good, and good evil; Who substitute darkness for light and light for darkness; Who substitute bitter for sweet and sweet for bitter!" Isaiah 5:20 I

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A little background is needed so that you can fully understand my concern.Grace was born on October 25, 2006 at 7:58 p.m. After three hours of back labor with no drugs, one of my first thought was, "LOST starts in two minutes. I wonder if they can get me in a room in time to see it." They didn't and I missed it. I still look at her sometimes and think, "You made me miss LOST."I LOVE LOST. I watch

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If you are ever at a party and wonder if Grace is there, I would recommend checking the table with the chips and salsa, or any finger food for that matter. There's a good chance that if she made it, this is where she will be. If she is,you may (I think she's checking to see if anyone is watching....)want to think twiceabout joining her.

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BooMaMa did this today. So did my bloggy friend Beth.1. I will never win So You Think You Can Dance, American Idol or America's Next Top Model. I am too old.2. I will never never have a butler, chauffeur or personal manager. I may get a Super Nanny though.3. I will never live in a spotless house.4. I will never have 16 children. It is very likely I will never have four.5. I will never have a

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We had our first beach day of the year. The kids were in heaven and despite the fact that I have no intention of wearing a bathing suit this summer, I enjoyed myself too. This was the first summer in a while that I was not pregnant or in charge of a baby who eats sand. It's a good place to be. They played hard and didn't seem to mind that the water is so cold that it causes shooting pains to

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this one.

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Tricia and Gwyneth are out of the hospital! In their honor, Lisa Leonard Designs will be donating 20% from all of today's sales to the Cystic Fibrosis Foundation. Go treat yourself! I'm going to.

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Wow. Read it. Grab a box of tissue and read her whole blog. You will be blessed.

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I got a sewing machine in January and took a sewing class over the winter. In class, I learned how to make envelope pillows, a tote bag and a pair of pajama bottoms for myself.I had visions of being able to make Gracie beautiful, boutiquey looking outfits like the ones I admire on Etsy. Let's just say, I'm still having visions....I started this outfit in February. I think it took me at least 15

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Sam needed his bangs cut and ended up with this. Fortunately, mommy was able to control herself when it was Gracie's turn.

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Doesn't everyone play with their Geo Trax naked?This is what I found when I got out of the shower this morning. I have no idea how Grace managed to get out of her pajamas and onesie. Sam said he didn't help. I'm not sure if I believe him.

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It's either the critters or the 13x9" pan of the most amazing and sinful brownies in the world. They are so rich, that you can only eat a 1/4" piece at a time (which means, you can eat a 1/4" picee several times a day for MANY days). I wish I could take credit for these, but I actually got the recipe off the back of the Ghiradelli brownie mix. Try them! They're so good, I have committed the

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Do you know how dangerous it is to wear a Yankees shirt in the heart of Red Sox nation?Very.I was actually concerned that an adult might elbow my kid. Or spit on him. sitting in the scoop of a bulldozer He no longer wants to be a teacher. After this, garbage man has climbed to the top of the list. He's also like to have his own flat bed. He's still a Yankees fan though...

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I get emails from Dr. SPAM several times a day. They all have subject lines like the one above, "I know why you're so fat", "I can make you skinny", etc.... Usually, I just delete them. Today, I read it because I was feeling particularly frumpy and would like someone to tell me that there is a reason other than lack of discipline that I cannot get rid of the last 5 Grace pounds. What I read

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funny, or remotely interesting to write about. Grace has been sleeping for 75 minutes, Sam is at a "Father's Cookout" (with Brad, obviously) at his school and I am on my second and a half glass of red wine, enjoying the silence and writing run on sentences.... Life is good and this is what we did yesterday. I love New England in May.

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Today I took pictures of my friend Jenn's three month old son, Cole. He stayed where I put him and looked at the camera. It was a nice change...

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He handed me a handful of dandelion heads and a few violets . I told him that they were beautiful. He said, "This is what Mother's Day is all about, doing nice things for your mommy.I love you mom." I looked at the handful of weeds in my hand and then into his beautiful, big brown eyes and I felt so unbelievably loved and lucky to be his mom. Not one to be outdone, my sweet Grace ran over to the

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How dare you put the chocolate in my hot chocolate? I wanted to do it myself. I'm not even going to try it. I'm just going to sit here and scream.Fine. I'll try it. I'm still mad though. I don't know why you treat me like a baby.MMMM...it's pretty good. Maybe you do know what you're doing.I'm sorry mom. I behaved badly.I feel a little embarrassed by how much I overreacted. You're the

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Kidding.I used to work for DSS and already know the answer....Today I took my kids and Andrew to the neighborhood park. We were there for less than five minutes when Sam started yelling, "Mommy, I got a boo boo!" I looked over at him. He was just standing there, holding his head. He hadn't fallen and he didn't sound too upset, so I gave my standard, "You're okay buddy. Just shake it off!" and

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How come chubby legs are so cute on babies and so not on mommies? Sometimes, I just want to take a little nibble. Don't they look yummy? Do you think that someday she will see these and ask why I didn't take pictures of my own fat legs and show those to the world?I'll tell her she'll understand someday.

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Last night Sam informed us that he wanted to go to bed without a diaper, "Like a big boy." I was reluctant. Quite frankly, I love to sleep. Having to get up in the middle of the night and change a little boy and his bed are way down at the bottom of the list of things that I look forward to doing in the middle of the night (there's not actually a list of things I like to do).I hid my

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I can do too... Sort of.

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"Mommy, know why I like pigs so much?""Why?""Because they love to play in the mud, just like me! That's why."

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Are you okay, Gracie? Please stop crying...I'll give the shovel back! Look at the funny faces I can make! Please stop crying before mommy sees! Tell you what, if you stop crying, I'll give you my dessert tonight. Okay? Deal?

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It's what happens when it rains for a week and you have no grass. Aren't little girls supposed to be prissy? And clean?Maybe you have to have a prissy mom to get a prissy girl.... Sorry if the reflection off of my white leg hurt your eyes...

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Today, I was showered, dressed, wearing makeup and on my way to jury duty by 7:45.As I entered the jury room, I was greeted by 60 or so very miserable looking people from all walks of like. Young, old, well dressed, hardly dressed...they all looked at me and scowled. After giving my paperwork to the court officer, I sat next to an older woman and said hello. She looked at me suspiciously. Is it

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"Oh bother!"I have jury duty in the morning. Anyone have thoughts on getting out of my civic duty? It's not that I lack respect for the process, or don't want to pay my dues. It's just that I got called to a court 40 minutes from my house. So on top of the fact that I still nurse Grace at least one time during the day, have to worry about childcare, be there at 8:30 and can't bring a cell

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Our friends Jay and Kathy came over for dinner last night. Gracie and Jenna were very pleased to discover that they had matching LL Bean PJ's. Yes, Grace is carrying an ice pack. She likes to pretend that it's a phone.

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Sam talked to Grace in my belly everyday and he loved to rub it and kiss "Baby Gwace". In fact, my water broke in the grocery store five minutes after he whispered, "Come out soon sister!"As you can see, he was beaming as he held her for the first time. She was one hour old.This picture makes my heart melt. I look at it, and I just see love. Love being given and received. Love that is completely

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Before Sam was born, this was my view. We lived in a charming one bedroom condo that my father, grandfather and uncles all helped renovate. We had sea kayaks and a boat, on a slip 100 feet from our front door. During the warm months, if it we weren't working, we were on the water. I didn't even mind winter there. Now, the ocean is a few miles away. A single guy rents our condo, someone on the

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Last week I mopped the kitchen floor.While I was mopping, Sam (who will be 4 in about two months) came in and said, "Mommy, WHAT are you doing?".I instantly realized that Sam has never seen me mop. Spot clean? Yes. Use a wet Swiffer? Yes. But use an old fashioned rag mop? Obviously not.Pointing at the mop, I asked "Sam, do you know what this thing is called?".His eyes opened wide as he vigorously

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The problem with writing about your husband on your blog is that he will probably read it. On our way to dinner Saturday night, I noticed that the jeans I was wearing had a rip on the knee. When I mentioned it to Brad he replied, "Honey, why don't you let me watch the kids and you can go shopping for jeans tomorrow?"Oops.For the record, I can go shopping for jeans whenever I want. Brad would

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Gracie,It hardly seems possible that my baby is 18 months old today. I thought Sam got big in a hurry, but somehow, you got big even faster.At 18 months, you're small for your age. However, what you lack in stature, you more than make up for in spunk. You are fiercely independent and fearless. This week, much to your delight and my dismay, you discovered that you can climb the ladder and get

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Tomorrow night, we are having dinner with Brad's business partner and his wife, at their home, with our children. While I've met Brad's partner, I have never met his wife. I'm not really nervous about meeting her, I'm sure we will get along fine. I do however, want to look nice (cool).Tonight at dinner, I told Brad that I didn't know what I was going to wear because I broke the zipper on the one

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I know that there are a lot of people out there who frown on blog music and many of the "cool blogging kids" down right hate it. I don't care though. I discovered Renee & Jeremy last night and I just love them. So, if I wake your baby up, sorry. If you hate it, turn it down. And if you think having music on my blog makes me lame, so be it.If it makes it take forever for the page to open, let me

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We had a wonderful weekend, starting with my parents coming up for a visit on Friday. On Saturday, we had temperatures in the 70's and we headed to the beach. It wasn't quite so warm there, 55 maybe....Didn't stop my guys from playing in the waves.This very friendly dog brought Gracie a tennis ball. She would toss it about 15 " and he would bring it back and then back way up, over and over and

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My younger sister Michelle and her husband Gil are expecting a baby boy in a little less than five weeks. They came up for a visit today and we had a little fun taking prenatal portraits. Here are a few of my favorites. Hope you like them Miche. I love you and can't wait to meet your little guy!

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