tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47289047997349749992024-02-20T18:16:26.934-08:00CARPE WHATEVERI'm going to carpe whatever I can, whenever I can...all those moments in between, forget about them! Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06683499916043806742noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728904799734974999.post-1494174634702083892014-04-04T05:38:00.003-07:002014-04-04T05:38:40.750-07:00TransformationWhen the clock struck midnight on New Year's Eve, I knew that this year would be a continuation of transformation for me. <i>To transform is to make a thorough or dramatic change.</i> I lost 30 pounds last year, and I plan to lose another 30 pounds this year. Down 10 already, 20 more to go. I can do this. <br /><br />But beyond physical transformation, this year I am transforming my insides, too.<br />
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A blogger I adore has this remarkable ability to think the best of people, rather than the worst that I am so accustomed to, and it's really struck me that I need to <b>TRANSFORM</b> my way of thinking. She sees a mom at the playground, eyes glued to her iPhone screen, and thinks "What a great mom. She is obviously really busy, but still took her kids to the playground." That's not how I naturally think...but I'm training myself to do so. And you know what? It's working! </div>
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Don't get me wrong, more often than not, the negative thought is still that first instinct/gut reaction, but it's fleeting. I quickly have a little pep talk with myself, consider a conclusion <i>other</i> <i>than </i>the one I initially jumped to, and instantly I feel...<i>lighter. </i>Less judgy. More connected (in a "we're all in this together" kind of way). Its pretty wild. Those of you that live this way, naturally, are probably thinking "What a weirdo." But seriously, you have no idea what a heavy burden it is to walk around thinking so negative, naturally, all the time. And how much it is a<b> learned behavior</b> to think differently! But, I'm doing it. <i>Transformation.</i></div>
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I'm also transforming how I see myself. I find that I constantly try to defend decisions I make, big or small. I can get wrapped up in worrying that someone might not understand something I'm doing or a decision I make, <b>and its my job to make sure they do</b> - to make sure they think the best of me! Like why we weren't able to get a babysitter so we could join them for a night out, when I know that there are just so many factors that are quite frankly not everyone's business. I don't need to explain to people we're between paychecks, or our regular sitter is busy and our son's anxiety isn't going to allow us to just call up any old babysitter to come over, or whatever the reason may be. I often feel compelled to defend why I fed my kids this, instead of that. Or why they watched TV instead of making a craft with Popsicle sticks and cotton balls. Or why I'm glued to <i>my</i> iPhone at the playground trying to respond to client emails instead of devoting 100% of my attention to watching my kids slide down the slide, repeatedly. The fact is, I'm a grown up. I'm a wife, I'm a mother, and I'm capable of making decisions that are right for my family. So, I need to start seeing myself as that grown up, trusting that grown up, and not feeling compelled to constantly defend myself to people. I need to grasp the concept my mother keeps drilling into my head: <b>What other people think of me is none of my business.</b> Its not my problem, its their's. What people think of me truly isn't about me. Its about them, not me. It is impossible to make everyone happy with the choices I make. If I worry about getting everyone's approval, I'll never get anywhere. If I let what others think of me become my business, it will consume all of my time and energy, draining me of the ability to move on in my life. And being stagnant is simply not a part of the transformation equation, so that's not an option. So, I'm growing in my confidence in myself. I'm looking around at the family I've made, the home we have, the life we live, and realizing that I'm doing a pretty darn good job. I don't need to defend my decisions as a wife, as a parent, as an adult. I don't need people to approve of them. <b><i>I</i></b> need to feel right about them. <b><i>I</i></b> need to know that I'm doing the best that I can do, that I'm doing what's right, right now. <i>Transformation.</i></div>
Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06683499916043806742noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728904799734974999.post-17496012802929777592014-04-03T18:48:00.003-07:002014-04-03T18:48:57.576-07:00Need a Boost?<div>
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Do you ever feel so simultaneously proud and grateful that your heart might explode? That was me back in January at Jungle Jake's. My boys were running around, jumping, and sweating their little blonde heads off. Burning off some much needed steam after being snowed in the day before on account of winter storm Janus! </div>
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Anyone that knows our family well, knows that Aidan has some anxiety issues. These prevent him from trying new things, even things that we are certain he could do easily with little to no extra effort. The unknown makes him uncomfortable. Jungle Jake's has a number of big inflatable structures with climbing walls and slides. One of these in particular is a bit of an obstacle course. Aidan has always refused to go in it. There has been no doubt in my mind he <i>could </i>do it...he just wouldn't. Well, on this particular day, I'm not sure what came over him, but my little man built up the courage to try! And of course, he made it through the obstacle course without a problem! He was zipping up and over those climbing walls, in one end and down the slide at the other in a matter of seconds. It was remarkable! And it made me so <b>h a p p y</b> to see him overcome a fear, and to see the joy it brought HIM...oh, its just indescribable!</div>
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After a little while, little brother wanted to play in this inflatable obstacle course too. Unlike Aidan, Liam actually <i>was</i> too little to get over the climbing walls all by himself. Oh but that didn't stop him. He had his big brother there, to give him a boost! Without any prompting from me, Aidan stepped in and guided Liam over the climbing wall, pushing his little butt till he could pull himself over. My heart...</div>
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My hope and prayer as a mother is that they will <i>always</i> have each other, to give one another a boost when needed, physically, mentally, emotionally, whatever the need may be. I know I won't always be here, but I pray they'll always have each other to rely on and they'll never be lacking for a boost! Having each other is the greatest gift I could give them, and I am so grateful God made that possible for me!<br /><br />My you always get your boosts when you need them too ;-)</div>
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Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06683499916043806742noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728904799734974999.post-12809653398039538572014-01-27T14:34:00.002-08:002014-01-27T14:34:39.226-08:00Firefighter Handprints<div style="text-align: center;">
This craft made my boys SO happy!</div>
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I used tempura paint, yellow and red felt (to cut out heads and helmets), fabric paint, and construction paper. They loved it!</div>
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My boys loved that jumperoo so much that they often jumped themselves right to sleep! <br />
That's my Aidan. Plays hard, sleeps hard.</div>
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And this is Aidan well beyond the age of needing the jumperoo, <br />
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And my little Liam...</div>
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I'm pretty sure he partied himself to sleep more than even Aidan did. <br />
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Aidan on the 4th of July - one of his aunties called this his "oasis" :-)</div>
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As any mom that's moved on to the next stage of parenthood can attest, saying goodbye to the baby things is so much <i>more</i> than just having one less unused piece of baby gear taking up space. Its <b>emotional! </b>These baby items symbolize a chapter in my life that is no more. Even just typing that puts a lump in my throat. </div>
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Creating our family hasn't come as easy as it does for most. Its involved lots of testing, paperwork, medications, blood work, needles, injections self-imposed and otherwise, uncomfortable procedures, numerous ultrasounds and follicle checks, heartache, tears, tears, and more tears...the highs, the lows...the emotional roller coaster that is IVF can truly only be understood by someone who has experienced it. And I don't say that to sound condescending, like "Oh, you wouldn't understand." But really...until you've felt what its like to have a body that doesn't do what its <i>designed</i> to do, until you've felt what its like to sit and wait for the doctor to call and tell you if any of the eggs they retrieved fertilized, until you've held your breath waiting for 2 weeks after your transfer for the call to say whether it was successful or not, until you understand the hurry up and wait concept that runs rampant throughout the process, until you've gone through this multi-month process, multiple times...you just won't understand. Its <i>hard</i>. Its <b>really</b> hard. Hard on a woman, hard on a marriage, hard on a family. And after 4 rounds of IVF, and two beautiful little blessings, we're handing in our chips. <br />
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I sold our baby swing last week. Our infant car seat, bases, stroller and all the baby bottles and paraphernalia were donated to a momma in need. This is all a part of the letting go...the moving on.<br />
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Bye bye baby...Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06683499916043806742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728904799734974999.post-21923414611596988442013-12-23T12:17:00.001-08:002013-12-23T12:17:14.386-08:00Liam is ALL Walsh!And if you've known my family for an extended period of time, you know EXACTLY what that means! For those of you that missed out on seeing the Walsh boys (my 4 brothers) grow up, that <i>basically </i>means Liam is <b>trouble. </b>He is mischievous in ways Aidan never was. He finds danger in simple things. His curiosity knows no limits, and his determination no bounds. He is probably going to be a pretty amazing adult with this kind of personality, capable of changing the world - I just don't know if I'll live to see it. He causes me panic/anxiety attacks on a daily basis. He's lucky he's so damn cute!<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMI8CIuKKTjiYnkDw3LHczqmtGuYEHgwmBOXDR7CQxrFW0OWCynmvItdFGwRRRUpAaTVvi1yvulLWg9ENFhwamiYRYtOYRDfrGHCZOhnMXZunnA1uGa0SfeYsalVeEVROzATfXKk_p5R2g/s640/blogger-image-195084102.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMI8CIuKKTjiYnkDw3LHczqmtGuYEHgwmBOXDR7CQxrFW0OWCynmvItdFGwRRRUpAaTVvi1yvulLWg9ENFhwamiYRYtOYRDfrGHCZOhnMXZunnA1uGa0SfeYsalVeEVROzATfXKk_p5R2g/s640/blogger-image-195084102.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>Yesterday he woke up from his nap and his face was covered in yellow...yellow what?? Anthony and my sister thought maybe he vomited, I knew that wasn't the case. He'd eaten something...but WHAT?!? There's no food in their room. Anthony found a little chunk of something yellow in Liam's bed so we were all trying to figure out what it was - and I was trying to decide whether I needed to go get his stomach pumped or not! I went into his room to investigate for myself. On his dresser were the wrappers of an entire box of band aids he'd opened just for kicks (he climbed on the glider onto his dresser and crawled down to the other end where the "good stuff" was), but he didn't EAT them. Small blessings. Next to the mess of wrappers was the box of baby wipes, with a spot of yellow drooled on it. Above there, up on the wall, is this:</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEU0-m_tQDjdCKh3ijuSWkxJZHRApD4Ly_YuEJiUTuN7xuBX_Uof0zlhyg446D5xa-mkuz5i8d_q8yVJ6tn-lvjSqEc1lkTv3jXSZPjogY45WdRgEnLvq0g4FquDVJdBAgv6CdrNIUu9K1/s640/blogger-image--1385874431.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEU0-m_tQDjdCKh3ijuSWkxJZHRApD4Ly_YuEJiUTuN7xuBX_Uof0zlhyg446D5xa-mkuz5i8d_q8yVJ6tn-lvjSqEc1lkTv3jXSZPjogY45WdRgEnLvq0g4FquDVJdBAgv6CdrNIUu9K1/s640/blogger-image--1385874431.jpg"></a></div>Those are fondant animals that were on Aidan's first birthday cake (<b>three years ago)</b> minus the piggy bank. There WAS a giraffe up there once upon a time too...until yesterday. Mystery solved. My son, Spakoski by name, Walsh by nature, ATE a dusty 3 year old fondant giraffe off a shelf on the wall when I thought he was sleeping!!! And, for good measure, he licked the monkey and the elephant too - they were nice and sticky. And look at the smears of yellow finger prints under the shelf...?!? He's a <i>special</i> breed, this one.</div><div><br></div><div>God help me!</div>Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06683499916043806742noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728904799734974999.post-36774397156703864792013-12-11T09:17:00.000-08:002013-12-11T09:20:47.356-08:00Lying is Bad, but Magic is AWESOME!<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Here's the thing...we all know its bad to lie. But as a parent, you do your share whether you like it or not. You can make yourself feel better by saying you're not *lying* so much as bending the truth, or leaving out important bits of information. Whatever helps you sleep at night. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Mom, what's for dinner?" </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Pasta with sauce...yummy yummy!" I left out the fact that I pureed a whole bunch of carrots into the pasta sauce...he'll never know. And what he doesn't know won't hurt him. In fact, it will make him stronger, healthier, happier.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I've been doing a lot of thinking about the lies we tell our kids now that Christmas is upon us. The lying seems to have been amped up a bit. Every time the UPS guy brings a package to the door and Aidan asks "What is it? Can we open it?" I say "Oh, no...I think it must be something for Daddy's school." Then bring said box to the basement where the kids don't go and won't ever know for sure what was in that box. The items will <i>magically</i> appear under the Christmas tree on December 25th and my children's eyes will be filled with wonder and awe. So, the lie is a means to an end. A <b>magical</b> end filled with smiles and giggles where happiness abounds. I like that end.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Every night, Waka Buckle, the Elf on the Shelf, finds himself a new place to sit and every morning Aidan bursts out of his bedroom "Is my elf here?!? Where is he?!?" Once he finds him, and has a giggle about where Waka Buckle is camped out, he asks me how he got there. "I don't know, buddy!" I do know...I put him there. Lies. Do I feel bad? A little bit. But, its all in the name of Christmas magic.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Santa is real in this house. I have a number of friends who have told their small children that Santa is a myth because they don't want to lie to their kids. That is their choice, and I respect them as parents and love their kids. But, that's just not how I roll. Some of my best memories from childhood revolve around Christmas, Santa, the flying reindeer, and all the rest of the magic that surrounds the holiday. I remember driving home from my grandparents' house on Christmas Eve and we kids would have our eyes peeled looking to the sky the whole drive home. "OH MY GOSH!!! I saw a red light in the sky! It MUST be Rudolph...HURRY DAD!!! Drive faster!!! We need to get to bed so Santa doesn't skip our house!" <br /><br />The anticipation of Christmas morning would then likely keep us up well past our bedtime, our little minds unable to stop thinking about what was to come. That excitement was <b>awesome</b>. <br /><br />Childhood <i>should</i> be about magic. It <b>should</b> be about believing in things that defy logic because you haven't been hardened by the real world yet - there's no coming back once you have. </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; line-height: 17.546875px;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“There are two ways to believe in Santa Claus,” according to Rick Epstein, author of the book Rookie Dad Adventures in Fatherhood. “One way is to believe in him, the other is to help little children believe in him.” <br /><br />I'm going to work my tail off to help my children believe for as long as possible.<br /><br />*P.S. If you tell your kids there is no such thing as Santa, and they then tell MY kids there is no such thing as Santa, we might not be friends anymore. Just sayin'.</span></span>Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06683499916043806742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728904799734974999.post-41391368660472832382013-12-10T11:51:00.000-08:002013-12-10T11:51:22.661-08:00I Live Here for a ReasonI live in New England. I was born here, and I have no intentions of ever living anywhere else. I <b>love</b> New England. I love 4 distinct seasons. That's not to say I love when 3 feet of snow knocks out our electricity and we're forced to shack up with my mom because the electric company is predicting another 6 days before they can get our power up and running again. <i>That</i>, I'm not such a big fan of. But, I still love living here. If I didn't, I would move elsewhere. <br />
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You see, I'm not all about natural disasters. Regular hurricanes, tornadoes, wild fires...pass, thanks. A blizzard doesn't scare me. Snow melts, power is restored, and the kids get a few days off from school. I'm OK with all of that.<br />
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Right now, we're having our first "real" snowfall of the season. <i>Its so beautiful!</i> I'm sitting in my house, surrounded by Christmas decorations, sparkling white lights on my Christmas tree and my banister, cozy and warm in fleece leggings and a hooded sweatshirt, watching the snow fall while my two adorable (read <b>LOUD</b>) children are sleeping. My house is quiet, and I am enjoying this blissful moment. <br />
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I know not everyone has an appreciation for winter, or snow...but I do. I consider myself lucky to have been born here, and to have grown up appreciating the four seasons and all they have to offer. And having children of my own now makes me even more grateful. My kids wake up to snow and its <b>THE BEST DAY EVER!!!</b> And I remember thinking the same thing when I was a kid :-)<br />
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I have lots of friends that live in warmer climates - Arizona, California, Texas, Florida - and this time of year, some of them like to post pictures of their beach days, or a picture of their 10 day forecast, to make those of us in the cold jealous. The thing is, it doesn't work for me. I just finished beach season, I'm over it. I really don't like to sweat. And sweats are so much more comfortable than bathing suits. The beginning of each season is so wonderful, full of hope and expectations. By the end of each season, I'm ready for the next one. Fall is my favorite season, ever. I love everything about it. But, this past week or so, when Mother Nature has been bipolar and we've had frigid weather alternating with mild no-coat-necessary weather, I've been READY for the cold to come and stay for a while. Its part of the cycle, and I wouldn't change that for anything. Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06683499916043806742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728904799734974999.post-36916753931816551522013-10-17T17:54:00.001-07:002013-10-17T18:26:41.911-07:00The Family Bed<p>I've always been adamantly opposed to the whole concept of a "family bed" in my house. Many of my friends co-sleep, it works for them and that's all that matters. <b><i>I </i></b>just wanted no part of it. I like my space, and I like the seperation for 8-12 hours of peaceful slumber :-) </p>
<p>My kids now <b>refuse </b>to sleep in my bed. Even when he is sick and vomiting every 15 minutes, Aidan insists on sleeping in his own bed. Its just what he's used to...its <i>his</i> bed. I would love to eliminate some sheet changes in those rare incidents, but otherwise, I am really glad my kids have developed such strong sleeping habits. And that my bed is my own. </p>
<p>I've been sick lately. <b>A lot.</b> Hubs still has to go to the office, and I somehow have to manage being Super Mom. Well, given the "norm" as of late, the definition of Super Mom has expanded to include <i>hours </i>of PBS cartoons from the comfort of Mommy's bed while I hide under the covers and plead with God to give me the strength to get up and carry on despite how ill I've felt. The kids lay around my cocoon of blankets and laugh and squeal as they watch George get into trouble, take a stroll down Sesame Street, learn new words from a talking dog, and ask lots of questions just like Sid. Its a beautiful thing that they give me this time to try and "feel better" before getting them breakfast. And when I'm able to <b>enjoy</b> the snuggles and giggles, our morning cartoons under my covers will be my favorite part of the day.</p>
<p>So, it seems in the end, <u>we</u> have a family bed afterall ;-)</p>
Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06683499916043806742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728904799734974999.post-52167398042879233112013-10-13T16:36:00.000-07:002013-10-13T16:36:02.523-07:00Imagining the UnimaginableNothing makes my heart beat faster than when I imagine being separated from my children...permanently. Death scares the crap out of me. Obviously there's the whole "What will it be like to die? What will I feel?" and other such things that can't possibly be answered that cause me a great deal of anxiety...but those things pale in comparison to the anxiety I get when I think about not<b> being here</b> for my children. Who's going to take care of them? No one could POSSIBLY care for them the same as I would. No one could EVER love them as I do. Will they be OK? Will they know how much I love them? Will they....gasp...remember me?!? <div>
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Tonight as we were putting the kids to bed, I was holding Aidan and squeezing him saying "I can't believe how big you're getting! You're going to be all grown up soon!" </div>
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Then this happened:<br /><br />Aidan looks up at me and says "Then I won't need you anymore...?"<br /><br />"Well, I hope you'll always need me."<br /><br />"When I am grown up, where will you be?"<br /><br />"I'll be right here, for as long as I possibly can be!"<br /><br />"Then God will take you away?" (as his voice gets quiet and his eyes get sad...)<br /><br /><<gulp>> "Not for a long, long time baby...I'm hoping to be here for a long, long time."</div>
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Then he walked over to his daddy and said "I hope God doesn't take you away for a long time."<br />................................................................................................................................................</div>
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My eyes welled up, I had a pit in my stomach, my voice felt like it would crack if I tried to speak, and my heart was <b>racing</b>. I just can't handle imagining the unimaginable. And I can't handle my sweet little boy doing it either. Ugh...nothing prepares you for a conversation like that with your 3 year old son. </div>
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This parenting thing is not for a weak.</div>
Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06683499916043806742noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728904799734974999.post-35461472017645446702013-09-12T18:52:00.001-07:002013-09-12T18:52:43.492-07:00“What should a 4 year old know?”<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="background-color: white; color: grey; line-height: 14px;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I saw this on Facebook. It was written by a Pre-School Teacher. Its perfect.<br /> </span></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: grey; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><i>I was on a parenting
bulletin board recently and read a post by a mother who was worried that her 4
1/2 year old did not know enough. “What should a 4 year old know?” she asked.</i></span></div>
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<span style="background: white;">Most of the
answers left me not only saddened but pretty soundly annoyed. One mom posted a l<span class="textexposedshow">aundry list of all of the
things her son knew. Counting to 100, planets, how to write his first and last
name, and on and on. Others chimed in with how much more their children already
knew, some who were only three. A few posted URL’s to lists of what each age
should know. The fewest yet said that each child develops at his own pace and
not to worry.<br />
<span class="textexposedshow">It bothered me greatly to see these mothers
responding to a worried mom by adding to her concern, with lists of all the
things their children could do that hers couldn’t. We are such a competitive
culture that even our pre-schoolers have become trophies and bragging rights.
Childhood shouldn’t be a race.</span><br />
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<span style="color: grey; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="background: white;"><span class="textexposedshow"><i><span class="textexposedshow">So here, I offer my list of what a 4 year old
should know.</span><br />
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<span style="color: grey; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="background: white;"><span class="textexposedshow"><i><span class="textexposedshow">She should know that she is loved wholly and
unconditionally, all of the time.</span><br />
<span class="textexposedshow">He should know that he is safe and he should know
how to keep himself safe in public, with others, and in varied situations. </span></i></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: grey; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="background: white;"><span class="textexposedshow"><i><span class="textexposedshow">He
should know that he can trust his instincts about people and that he never has
to do something that doesn’t feel right, no matter who is asking. He should
know his personal rights and that his family will back them up.</span><br />
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<span style="color: grey; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="background: white;"><span class="textexposedshow"><span class="textexposedshow"><i>She should know how to laugh, act silly, be goofy
and use her imagination. </i></span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: grey; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="background: white;"><span class="textexposedshow"><i><span class="textexposedshow">She should know that it is always okay to paint the
sky orange and give cats 6 legs.</span><br />
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<span style="color: grey; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="background: white;"><span class="textexposedshow"><i><span class="textexposedshow">He should know his own interests and be encouraged
to follow them. If he could care less about learning his numbers, his parents
should realize he’ll learn them accidentally soon enough and let him immerse
himself instead in rocket ships, drawing, dinosaurs or playing in the mud.</span><br />
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<span style="color: grey; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="background: white;"><span class="textexposedshow"><i><span class="textexposedshow">She should know that the world is magical and that
so is she. She should know that she’s wonderful, brilliant, creative,
compassionate and marvellous. She should know that it’s just as worthy to spend
the day outside making daisy chains, mud pies and fairy houses as it is to
practice phonics. Scratch that– way more worthy.</span></i></span></span></span></div>
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<span class="textexposedshow">But more important, here’s what parents need to
know.</span></i></span></span></span></div>
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<span class="textexposedshow">That every child learns to walk, talk, read and do
algebra at his own pace and that it will have no bearing on how well he walks,
talks, reads or does algebra.</span></i></span></span></span></div>
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<span class="textexposedshow">That the single biggest predictor of high academic
achievement and high ACT scores is reading to children. Not flash cards, not
workbooks, not fancy preschools, not blinking toys or computers, but mom or dad
taking the time every day or night (or both!) to sit and read them wonderful
books.</span><br />
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<span style="color: grey; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="background: white;"><span class="textexposedshow"><i><span class="textexposedshow">That being the smartest or most accomplished kid in
class has never had any bearing on being the happiest. We are so caught up in
trying to give our children “advantages” that we’re giving them lives as
multi-tasked and stressful as ours. One of the biggest advantages we can give
our children is a simple, carefree childhood.</span><br />
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<span style="color: grey; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="background: white;"><span class="textexposedshow"><i><span class="textexposedshow">That our children deserve to be surrounded by
books, nature, art supplies and the freedom to explore them. Most of us could
get rid of 90% of our children’s toys and they wouldn’t be missed, but some
things are important– building toys like lego and blocks, creative toys like
all types of art materials (good stuff), musical instruments (real ones and
multicultural ones), dress up clothes and books, books, books. (Incidentally,
much of this can be picked up quite cheaply at thrift shops.) They need to have
the freedom to explore with these things too– to play with scoops of dried
beans in the high chair (supervised, of course), to knead bread and make
messes, to use paint and play dough and glitter at the kitchen table while we
make supper even though it gets everywhere, to have a spot in the yard where
it’s absolutely fine to dig up all the grass and make a mud pit.</span><br />
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<span style="color: grey; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="background: white;"><span class="textexposedshow"><i><span class="textexposedshow">That our children need more of us. We have become
so good at saying that we need to take care of ourselves that some of us have
used it as an excuse to have the rest of the world take care of our kids. Yes,
we all need undisturbed baths, time with friends, sanity breaks and an
occasional life outside of parenthood. But we live in a time when parenting
magazines recommend trying to commit to 10 minutes a day with each child and
scheduling one Saturday a month as family day. That’s not okay! Our children
don’t need Nintendos, computers, after school activities, ballet lessons, play
groups and soccer practice nearly as much as they need US. They need fathers
who sit and listen to their days, mothers who join in and make crafts with
them, parents who take the time to read them stories and act like idiots with
them. They need us to take walks with them and not mind the .1 MPH pace of a
toddler on a spring night. They deserve to help us make supper even though it
takes twice as long and makes it twice as much work. They deserve to know that
they’re a priority for us and that we truly love to be with them.</span></i></span></span></span><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06683499916043806742noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728904799734974999.post-7461121916781175922013-09-11T13:59:00.001-07:002013-09-11T13:59:14.550-07:00That happened fast...It occurred to me today that I no longer have a baby gate at the bottom of our staircase. <br />
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The baby bottles have been in the basement almost a year now.<br />
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Liam doesn't eat meals in his highchair. In fact, the only reason it still sits in our kitchen is to use for his time-outs!<br />
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I don't carry a diaper bag when we go out. I toss a couple diapers and a bag of wipes in my bag, its big enough. I don't need a changing pad, changes of clothes (usually), bibs, burpies, bottles, toys, etc.<br />
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I don't carry a spare binky around with me anymore. Liam only uses it in his crib.<br />
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My children can go play in the backyard, hardly supervised, while I'm making dinner.<br />
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The infant car seat, bases, and snap and go have been in the basement collecting dust for some time now.<br />
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The baby bath tub has been in the basement since Liam was old enough to sit in the tub with Aidan and drowning was no longer a constant fear.<br />
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The stroller is an optional accessory most outings.<br />
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I don't puree foods anymore. The kids eat grapes WHOLE. Cereal is served with milk, at least for Aidan.<br />
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Apple picking the other day, Liam could eat an apple whole - skin on and all.<br />
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<br />Babies are a lot of work. Everything you do is<b> that</b> much harder, and takes<b> that</b> much longer. Its undeniable.<br />
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But another thing that's undeniable? They grow up <b>REALLY FAST!</b> I don't have <i>babies</i> anymore...I have toddlers. And while life certainly isn't <i>easy</i> with two little boys to chase, its remarkable how much less complicated everything is once they've grown beyond that baby phase.<br /><br />Toddlers bring their own sort of trouble ;-)<br />
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<br />Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06683499916043806742noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728904799734974999.post-40372696725479316192013-09-05T17:51:00.000-07:002013-09-05T18:03:04.154-07:00Dear God<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">There is this cloud of guilt hovering over me that sometimes I notice, sometimes I don't. Hubs and I have been discussing churches, and trying to pick one to go to together, for <b>years</b> now. We have differing opinions on certain things that add to the difficulty of settling on a church to go to together (one example - he was baptized when he was an infant, I was baptized when I was 14 years old - our children will decide later what they want to do). He was raised Catholic, but has not been a practicing Catholic since he was living at home with his family. I was raised non-denominational Christian. I went to church or church related activities 3, 4, 5 times a week - my whole life. I stopped going to church when I was 23/24 years old, but my faith in God, and my relationship with Him has remained ever-present.<br /><br />Since having children, our "we need to find a church" conversation has become increasingly more common. I've looked online, I've talked to friends, I've gotten recommendations from friends and ministers, we've visited a Baptist church but just didn't think that was the place for us. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">We're still looking, but in the meantime, we're raising our kids to know God, to love him, and to trust him despite of a lack of "church" in our lives. We talk about and pray to God everyday. Before naps and bedtime, we all gather around Aidan's bed and say prayers together. Generally, its either me or AJ leading the prayer. We'll ask Aidan to say the prayer sometimes, and he pretty much always fights us on it - he acts embarrassed, like he doesn't know what he's doing. Its not something we push too much on, he's a pretty stubborn child. But regardless of who does it, prayers are always said, and when its done, there is a chorus of Amens, including my little Liam. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Today, I overheard my son praying to God on two separate occasions, asking for help with things that were trying him at the time - but not before thanking Him for the day and for everything He's given him. I can't fully express how this makes me feel. I think of my church upbringing as a blessing in that it taught me about God, it taught me the Bible, taught me to know the scriptures, to have convictions, morals, a depth of love for God and his creation. Today, I've been reassured that my children are well on their way</span>.<br />
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Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06683499916043806742noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728904799734974999.post-66587766725237551312013-08-29T11:07:00.001-07:002013-08-29T11:07:34.015-07:00Buh-Bye Summer!With Labor Day just days away, its time to acknowledge the inevitable. I realize I'm in the minority, especially in these parts where most people dread the winter, but I am ECSTATIC that summer is ending and Fall (or as I like to call it, <strong>THE MOST GLORIOUS TIME OF THE YEAR</strong>) is upon us!<br />
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I have just two words for you: <em>Pumpkin Muffin</em>. Dunkin Donuts makes my favorite season of the year the tastiest too ;-)<br /><br />Seriously though...I <strong>LIVE</strong> for Fall in New England. Nothing in all the world compares to it. People can post pictures of tropical beaches and umbrella drinks all over Facebook, Instagram, Twitter to their heart's content, but nothing beats a pumpkin patch, apple orchard, or a giant pile of crunchy fallen leaves ready to be jumped in!<br />
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I've always loved Fall - forever my favorite. I love <em>dressing</em> for Fall - jeans, boots, sweatshirts, scarfs...its just such a <em>comfortable</em> season. I love decorating my house, inside and out, with pumpkins, hay bales, corn stalks, warm rustic colors all around. Lighting candles and the fire place, baking all kinds of treats, but especially homemade apple pie. Crockpot cooking, soup, hot chocolate, pumpkin spice coffee (another Dunkies treat), fresh warm cider donuts from the apple orchard's farm stand - and one cold treat I can only have in the Fall, Dairy Twist's Fall special Pumpkin Oreo ice cream - its a season full of gastronomic delight! <br />
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Having kids makes my favorite season even <strong>BETTER</strong> (hard to believe that's possible, right?!?). Playing in apple orchards, picking our own pumpkins, carving and decorating them, baking and eating our pumpkin seeds, baking apple pies with their "help", preparing for Halloween and stepping inside their imaginations to make their costume exactly what they hoped, celebrating Thanksgiving and all that we are grateful for - my two children being right at the <u>top</u> of that list. <br /><br />Seeing things through their eyes just makes everything that much more <em>beautiful</em>.<br />
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Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06683499916043806742noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728904799734974999.post-12986122319591772942013-08-26T13:49:00.003-07:002013-08-26T13:49:59.772-07:00Italian Sub Stoup<div style="text-align: center;">
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Italian Sub Stoup - thicker than a soup, not as thick as a stew, as Rachael Ray says.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/rachael-ray/italian-sub-stoup-and-garlic-toast-floaters-recipe/index.html">http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/rachael-ray/italian-sub-stoup-and-garlic-toast-floaters-recipe/index.html</a></div>
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I make a few tweaks to R.R.'s recipe though, because I love pasta. I'm Italian...it kind of goes without saying. The recipe calls for only 1 cup of dry pasta. I add a whole box - 1lb of pasta. In order to cook all that pasta, I have to add more liquid. So, instead of adding only 3 cups of chicken stock, I add about 7. This winds up being absolutely, perfectly delightful :-)</div>
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We are not a family that's big on super spicy food - mild Italian sausage adds just the right amount of flavor for us. But, if you're looking for more heat, go for the HOT Italian sausages...and throw in some crushed red pepper flakes while you're at it!</div>
Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06683499916043806742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728904799734974999.post-73662047787228975452013-08-26T12:36:00.001-07:002013-08-26T12:36:15.227-07:00Homework <p>The term "school" has been thrown around a lot lately. Aidan hears his Daddy talk about school, and having to do homework every night. He hears adults ask me "When is Aidan starting school?" He has heard his friends and their parents talking about school starting up, back-to-school shopping, planning for the big day, etc. The other day he asked his Daddy "When can I go to school?"</p>
<p>Aidan is not going to preschool this year. He is three years old. He won't be 4 until the end of December. He can't start Kindergarten until September 2015 due to the age cut-off being Sept. 1st. He will start preschool next year. </p>
<p>I am a SAHM and we are living within <i>very</i> limited means. Sending Aidan to preschool for 2 years is just not in our budget. But regardless of budget, I just don't see why I <b>should</b> send him to preschool for 2 years. Other moms totally have their reasons (be it work schedules or simply for their own sanity), and I respect their choices. But, delaying 14 years of school, not taking college years into account, for one more year is my gift to my little 3yr old. Its one more carefree year of being under momma's wing, sheltered from growing up any faster than he needs to, and having fun with his brother at a time when their relationship has yet to reach a point of hostility, jealousy, or a constant need for a referee. I love being able to stay home and raise my children. I love watching his imagination in action as he runs around the house and yard pretending to be a fireman, rescuing all kinds of people and animals from danger. I love when he asks me to read him a story, and one story becomes twelve. I love that he still naps in the afternoon and I get a little (and yes, much needed) break just about every day, but I still get to be with him otherwise. I love that he gets to go to a 2 1/2 hr drop-off gym class once a week, where he gets to play and have fun, and experience a little separation from me and Liam too, because I do understand the importance of that independence. </p>
<p>He's so eager to learn new things. Its seemed for the longest time that he's had no patience for learning letters/numbers, but lately has really begun to express interest. He has a preschool workbook one of his aunties bought him a couple years ago that has been tucked away in a closet until yesterday. With all of his inquiries about school, I thought it was time to try some of the lessons in the book (we've tried learning letters and numbers in various other ways with limited success). We sat at the table together and page by page started working our way through the lessons, practicing tracing different kinds of lines, then moving onto shapes, then colors. I told him this was his homework - and he's been "doing homework" since. </p>
<p>"Aidan, come upstairs so we can get ready to go out." <br>
"Mom, I'm doing my homework!"</p>
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<p>Despite all that, I still feel a little twinge of guilt that he's not going to school this year. Like I'm harming his odds of being successful once he <i>does</i> start school - like I'm starting him off with a disadvantage because all the other kids have been in preschool for YEARS! I start thinking these things and immediately just have to tell myself to shut the hell up. He is a brilliant little boy. Preschool for even just one year is still optional - not mandatory. His one year of preschool will be AMAZING! He is going to love it. He's going to have so much fun learning and meeting new friends. He's going to come home from school eager to share with me all that he did, right down to what he ate for a snack ( he's a growing boy, afterall), and I will have a big, giant smile on my face watching my little sponge grow and learn under someone else's wing. My pride will soar as I see him mature further into his own little person, and my heart will simultaneously ache as I see less and less of my "baby", and burst with excitement for the boy he's becoming and adventures he'll have!</p>
<p>Its going to be wonderful - next year.</p>
Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06683499916043806742noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728904799734974999.post-55858720353373169812013-08-07T17:36:00.001-07:002013-08-26T11:28:47.307-07:00Its Happened...<p>Its happened...my husband's <b>annoying </b>habit of quizzing me "Who sings this song?" when we're listening to the radio has unfortunately been directed toward its next victim - our 3 year old.  </p>
<p>Aidan, brace yourself. This is only the beginning. My advice to you, in addition to deep sighs and heavy eye rolling, is to respond with: "Some 80s hair band." I promise you will be right 98% of the time.<br>
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Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06683499916043806742noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728904799734974999.post-65680324805219342042013-07-29T16:25:00.001-07:002013-07-29T16:25:45.575-07:00Things I Learned From Taco Dinner<span class="userContent">Things I've learned from this evening's taco dinner: <br /><br />1). When you purchase a hard and soft taco dinner kit, make sure it says "KIT" on it, otherwise, you're just getting a bunch of shells. Having a bunch of shells and a bunch of ground beef does not a delicious taco make! <br /><br />2). When you realize you goofed and don't have seasoning for your tacos and you pack your kids up to go to the store just to buy taco seasoning, don't cheap out and buy the generic store brand. I'm generally all for store brands and often can't tell the difference from the "good" stuff...not true of taco seasoning. I spent a good 10 minutes adding cumin, paprika, salt, onion salt, and garlic powder to make it edible. <br /><br />And lastly, <br /><br />3). I have spent years making tacos for me and the hubs. Always the same. One taco kit, one pound of ground beef. We eat as much as we want and still have leftovers for another day. Now that Aidan is eating tacos, I need to buy 2lbs of ground beef for taco night from this day forward. This is just the beginning of the changes to my grocery planning raising 2 boys (and their dad!). <br /><br />Quite an educational dinner tonight!</span>Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06683499916043806742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728904799734974999.post-63380210768568940042013-07-28T12:37:00.000-07:002013-07-28T12:37:39.913-07:00911 - EMERGENCY!<div style="text-align: center;">
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My boys run around the house screeching siren sounds and calling for back-up to fight yet another fire or help Mike Flood off another roof. (If you have no idea who Mike Flood is, you're better off. Google "Fireman Sam", but don't let your small children see/hear anything or they may demand you become Fireman Sam fans too!) I hear these sounds first thing in the morning, all afternoon, before and after dinner, as they squirm out of our hands as my husband and I try to get them into pajamas at bedtime...sirens, all the time. We were grocery shopping earlier today and Aidan was hanging off the end of the cart screeching out his siren warning to oncoming traffic as we weaved in and out of<br /> every. aisle. we. went. down.<br /><br />This is a way of life now. I don't try to stifle their passion. There are worse things they could love at this very impressionable age. I'm embracing this love of all things fire rescue!</div>
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I know 4 different fire stations within 10 minutes of us that we drive by intentionally on a regular basis just to keep my little men happy in the back seat. Driving down the road, conversations are consistently interrupted by "FIRE TRUCK!!!" or "AMBULANCE!!!" or "MOMMA, DID YOU SEE THE FIRETRUCK/AMBULANCE?!?" <br /><br />God forbid I didn't notice...its nearly unforgivable at this point.<br /><br />I can say with a fair amount of certainty that the highlight of my kids' summer has been getting to climb around a real life fire truck, push buttons, try on helmets, fasten seat belts, ring bells, turn on sirens, and ask lots and lots of questions to a real live fireman at our town's Family Fun Day!</div>
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I'd be lying if I said that I didn't get just as excited as Aidan...it was such an amazing experience for my fireman enthusiasts! As a mom I can tell you, I have passion for things I never imagined before kids. We're a Fire truck/man/station loving family!</div>
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Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06683499916043806742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728904799734974999.post-7379084682533889762013-07-10T06:51:00.001-07:002013-07-10T07:19:47.059-07:00Amusement Park Fun<p>Aidan's been on rides before - he went to Disney at 16 months, Canobie Lake last summer, Marshfield Fair last summer...he loves going on rides. But there was something especially exciting watching him at Carowinds yesterday. He's older, so there's more understanding of what's going on. He has more opinions of what he wants to ride and doesn't want to ride, and his enthusiasm is just really adorable! Carowinds' kiddie section is called Planet Snoopy. Being his father's son, Aidan's been watching Peanuts shows for sometime now, and he <b>loves </b>Snoopy and Charlie Brown! So, this made Planet Snoopy even more thrilling for my little guy. Every corner we turned, "Mom, there's another Snoopy!" It is indescribably fun seeing your children experience things that excite them so. He rode the carousel (with Daddy and Liam), the boats, a train ride, and a helicopter ride with Mommy (twice). I think the helicopter was his favorite - it was just precious watching him play the role of pilot. He told me at the start of his first helicopter ride "I'm having a great ride today Momma!" Love.</p>
<p>Mommy had a great time too! Despite the incredible heat and humidity, and significant amount of time spent in Planet Snoopy, I got to ride a couple coasters - my favorite! I rode The Intimidator - a race car inspired roller coaster. It is, hands down, the most incredible roller coaster I've ever been on! The seats are shaped like race car seats - deep bucket seats. The <b><i>only </i></b>restraint is a v-shaped padding attached to a metal lever in the ground that lowers over your legs/pelvis. Your head, arms and entire torso are completely unrestrained in anyway. I've never experienced anything like it! I rode this coaster just anticipating the padded lever over my pelvis to fail and my body to go catapulting through the air...my body felt weightless as it spent the greater portion of this coaster lifted off the seat. I screamed and laughed my way through the whole thing simultaneously...<b>I loved it!</b></p>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I. Am. Exhausted. Physically, mentally, emotionally fatigued. Do you ever feel so tired that you honestly just don't think your brain can hold anything else? That's where I'm at right now. I keep trying to tell my brain to just STOP THINKING. But, its not listening to me. It. Just. Keeps. Thinking.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">I am in desperate need of some quality time with a good girlfriend. I want to be able to sit, and just exhale, and not have to be responsible for anything more than breathing in and breathing out. </span><br />
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Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06683499916043806742noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728904799734974999.post-18189785769209059062013-06-18T12:30:00.001-07:002013-06-21T19:09:22.789-07:00Block Party<p>Our neighborhood is pretty small - 36 houses total. All our houses are close together, and there are a handful of "common areas" scattered throughout the neighborhood. This past Saturday, on one of those grassy patches of common area, we had a neighborhood Block Party, complete with grills, kiddie pools, water tables, and a big bouncy house for the kids. (It should be noted that of the 36 houses here, most of them have multiple children living in them...you should see this place at Halloween! ) </p>
<p>In addition to all those things set up for family fun, we also had a bike parade for the kids! Oh my goodness, they were SO excited!! They all decorated their bikes/tricycles/push cars with streamers, balloons, flags, flowers...whatever they could get attached (I saw a Cookie Monster doll tied to one little boy's ride). They paraded up and down the street around orange street cones -made it very <i>official </i>that way, hehe. At the end they were all awarded with...what else? CANDY!! It was a great time for all the families there and I feel so lucky to live in a neighborhood bursting with little ones :-)<br>
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<p>So, you get the point.  I love peanut butter.  The other day while Liam napped, Aidan and I made a Father's Day cake for AJ.  I had a gold butter cake mix and one jar of store bought chocolate frosting. I wanted to make it a little more <i>interesting </i>though. I put a half cup of peanut butter and a half cup of confectioners sugar in a bowl and blended it together using my hand mixer. Then I blended in the jar of chocolate frosting. It didn't seem <i>right</i> yet, so I added a heaping spoonful of Fluff! <b>Now</b>, it was good. <br>
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I had baked two round cakes and, once cooled, put my chocolatey peanut butter concoction in between the 2 layers. The hubs stopped at the store on the way home to pick up more chocolate frosting so I could cover the top and sides of this masterpiece. Once frosted, I had to add chopped Reese's cups to the top.<br></p>
<p>This cake was a big hit in my family! I served it after Fayher's Day brunch and my brothers and even my diabetic father loved it!* They all said it tasted just like a Funnybone...which apparently they all <b><i>love </i></b>and I didn't realize just how much!</p>
<p>*I don't know whether I should be so proud of my finished product that it made a hardcore diabetic crossover to the dark-sugary side, or if I should be ashamed for allowing my dad to fall off the no/low sugar wagon. I asked him several times if he was <b><i>sure </i></b>he really wanted a piece...he even admitted that he'd be hurting later, but he just had to try it!<br>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Salsa Chicken</span></strong> <br />I love this recipe because not only is it so tasty, but the ingredients are things I generally have in my fridge and pantry regularly anyhow, so I don't often have to <em>plan</em> for this meal.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">1lb boneless skinless chicken breast</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">1 jar salsa (you can choose your desired level of heat)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">1 packet taco seasoning</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">1 can cream of chicken soup</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">1 container sour cream</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Put the salsa, taco seasoning, cream of chicken soup and sour cream all in the crockpot and stir it all together. Add the chicken and make sure they are completely covered by the mixture. Cover and cook for 5 hours on low. Remove the chicken and shred it using 2 forks. Place shredded chicken back in pot and mix with the sauce. I generally let it cook another 30 minutes or so just to absorb as much sauce as possible, but your chicken is fully cooked so you can eat it now if you want too! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">I have served this as an appetizer with tostitos, as shown in the photo (from Pinterest), or over white rice, or in flour tortillas as burritos. This dish is SO versatile!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">It sounds like such a strange combination, but it WORKS!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">1 dry packet of Ranch salad dressing mix</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">1 jar of basil pesto (I prefer the Classico brand over any others I've tried)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">1 cup of chicken stock</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">8 skinless chicken thighs (I have also used boneless, skinless chicken breasts and shredded it at the end - my 3 year old loves it that way the best)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Add chicken to crockpot. Cover chicken with the jar of pesto. Sprinkle the packet of Ranch dressing mix over the pesto covered chicken. Pour the chicken stock over chicken, cover and cook on low for 6-7 hours (depending how much chicken you use).</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">I serve this over pasta and LOVE it! I'll have to remember to take a picture next time I make it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><strong>If you try either of these recipes, let me know how you like them!</strong></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Back in November, for Liam's 1st birthday, I threw a Nemo themed party. I have been meaning to write about it but just kept forgetting. So, NOW, I write :-)<br /><br />I had SO much fun with this theme!</span> </div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">The combination of turquoise and orange just made me happy. I love those colors together, and they looked fantastic all over my table.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I saw those turquoise pails holding orange plastic utensils on Pinterest, and my theme took off from there. I was so excited to find those pails in the dollar bins at Target! I was really proud of my homemade chocolates too - orange goldfish, turquoise seashells, and dark chocolate lobsters...yum!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">These chocolate, graham cracker crumb, goldfish covered marshmallows I made were a BIG hit! The general consensus was that the combination of all those flavors together tasted like the inside of an Oreo. Delicious! Thanks Pinterest for the inspiration for these.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">The favors were mini orange metal pails filled with Easter grass, sea life gummies, bubbles, a fishy finger puppet, and a lollipop - also all from Oriental Trading. <br />I was SO pleased with how these came out!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">And of course no party would be complete without a cute cake! This masterpiece is from <br />Veronica's Sweetcakes (in Marshfield) - not a bargain, but totally worth it ;-)</span><br />
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<br />Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06683499916043806742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728904799734974999.post-57333384913200858142013-06-02T07:32:00.000-07:002013-06-02T07:34:42.180-07:00Peanut Butter Perfection!<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">So, I found this recipe on Pinterest for a "skinny" peanut butter pie. It looked pretty good, but it called for ingredients I didn't have in my house (like reduced fat cream cheese), and ingredients I didn't WANT in my house (like fake peanut butter...what IS that anyhow?!?). So, I made this...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Here is my ingredient list:</b><br />5 oz cream cheese, softened</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">1/2 cup of Confectioner's Sugar (I'll admit, my 1/2 cup was heaping)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">1/2 cup of peanut butter (again, this 1/2 cup was a little over...and for the record, I used Skippy Creamy)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">8 oz tub of whipped topping (from the freezer section at the grocery store, thawed - and I did actually use the "light" kind)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">1 chocolate ready-to-eat pie crust</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">1 king size package of Reese's Peanut Butter Cups (4 cups), chopped</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">1/2 Hershey's milk chocolate bar, grated</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Beat cream cheese and confectioner's sugar in a medium bowl until blended.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Mix in peanut butter and beat until smooth blended.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Fold in whipped topping.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Sprinkle shaved Hershey's chocolate over top of pie, and sprinkle the chopped bits of peanut butter cups on top of that.</span><br />
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