What's the Story Morning Glory?

Talking to God

2010-07-14T09:11:00.004-04:00

Nat, Jules and I were supposed to go to a picnic on Saturday. However, I told the kids that we wouldn't leave until they had picked up their toys. Now I didn't spring this on them immediately before we had to go, I was requesting their help for hours. After being ignored, there were eventually heated words and spankings. Finally we were able to get everything straightened up and we headed to the picnic. Coming home at the end of the night our conversation went like this:
Nat: "Mom, when I pray, I mean when I am in bed tonight, when I am praying to God tonight" (it took her quite a while to get it out) "I am going to pray to God to help me be a better helper. I'm going to pray he helps me clean up and be a good girl."
There is a break in the conversation as I am contemplating how wonderful my daughter is.... and then....
"What are YOU going to pray for mom?" pausing a moment "Are you going to pray to be a good mom?"
I burst out laughing. "Well first I am going to thank God for my wonderful children. Then, I will pray for patience and that we do a better job helping each other."
Priceless.

Good-Bye

2010-07-08T08:42:00.006-04:00

This is an unbelievable post for me right now. Yesterday, John got a phone call. Just seeing his face I knew it couldn't be good. "You don't want to know.", he said in response to my concerned countenance quizzing him as he hung up the phone. "Czerwien." His eyes became glassy.
What shocking and devastating news. Mike Czerwien passed away at the age of 24. Read or watch about him here, here, or here.

We met Czerwien in 2001 when John started as the Strength and Conditioning Coach at North Hills high school. Czerwien was going into the 10th grade. He was a short and stalky kid playing DE for the storied North Hills football team. He was joined at the hip with another Mike, Mike Schmidt. (Hence their "handles" Czerwien and Schmidt or Schmitty.) They shared first names, a birthday, and just about everything in high school.
Anyway, John quickly took a liking to both boys, and I think the feeling was mutual. It wasn't hard though, everyone liked Czerwien and Schmidt. People were drawn to their funny, forever jovial, good natured, sweet, but all-boy personalities.
There were of course, kids that were bigger and much taller than the squat 5'8" defensive end, a relative midget for the position in elite Quad A football schools. But Czerwien had ridiculous speed, crazy strength a giant heart and a love of the game. Moreove, Czerwien did it all with humor and enthusiasm and just plain joy.
His joy was infectious. His beaming smile would light up his entire face, a room, and the faces of those around him. Just thinking about it makes me smile.
While John saw him nearly 5 days a week for 3 years, I also had the privilege of spending time with him. He was around quite a bit during those early years of our marriage. He helped us move in to our first house. He helped load literally tons of rock into our old Toyota pick-up to build our ponds. He and the boys took John and I out to gorge on wings and ice cream after John's body building competition in 2004. And he was at the house the evening I got home late from work and found John had killed his big Pittsburgh deer. He and Schmidt were over checking it out as John used our basement as a butcher shop - the head literally chillin' in our downstairs fridge. It was the boys who convinced John that it was a buck nice enough to mount. It was and he did.
I know Czerwien made an impression on us and I think John made a difference in his life too. I know John encouraged him to consider going to college which, at the time, wasn't on his radar. He encouraged him to see that his football skills could help him to get a quality education which would change his future. I remember being told the story of how Czerwien and his mom went to visit Waynesburg. They were all ready to head home and Czerwien said, "mom, wait! I've got to go back!" His mom wondered, "why? what? Did you forget something?" "No," he said, "I've got to go back and get John a shirt!" They were already in the parking lot and his mom said, "you can get him one next time." Truthfully, he was going to be there a lot in just a short amount of time. No, he wouldn't wait. He went right back and got that shirt. =)

Czerwien went on to receive his degree and was working on a Master's at the time of his death. He was an assistant football coach at Waynesburg and holds many collegiate football records as a player including the NCAA All-division record for sacks.
Working at North Hills was such a great experience. Not just for John, but for me as well. After 5 years of seeing kids come and go, we were used to having to say good-bye as they graduated NH and moved on to bigger and better things. There were certain kids, however, that will never leave my heart - Steve, Turk, Corey, The Longs,... Czerwien was one of those special kids and although I never dreamed I would be saying good-bye like this, and a lot more than miles separate us, I know he will never leave my heart. I can only imagine how John feels.

Bailey - Week 8

2010-06-12T01:47:00.005-04:00

Well, I know I've missed a few weeks here. Things have been rather hectic since John got home from being out of town for 25 days. Please forgive me.

On the sleeping front, we are doing well. Sunday night she actually slept for over 8 hours! Woo hoo! However, she fell victim to the stuffy nose that had plagued Nat the week prior and struck Julsie on Saturday evening/Sunday morning. Monday was a rough night, but we have been getting back on track now. She has cleared up some and the cool mist humidifier is helping too. Poor thing, she makes little snorting piggy sounds while trying to breathe sometimes. =(

Developmentally she is looking around at things more and I've really noticed her being interested in things with patterns (stripes, dots, etc) She seems to be focusing better and looking at faces more. Her days are still dominated by sleep but we've had some more waking time including some screaming time the last couple days (don't bother calling between 8 and 10.) I hope it is due to the stuffiness and goes away quickly.

Here is the little stinker posing with some peonies from our garden. (They are my favorite flower and are in full bloom here so they had to make an appearance.)

Lil Tidbits from Jules

2010-06-11T11:58:00.006-04:00

Like Nat says, I think we all wish we could fall asleep like Julsie. She can fall asleep anywhere in a matter of moments. She can fall asleep at 6:00pm and sleep until morning. Her dad and I think she may have his narcolepsy. Take these pics for example. We had a long couple days last weekend and 2 nights in a row she didn't even make it to her bed. Someone would notice Jules was missing and say "where's Julsie?" This is what we found.

John and I were outside bringing the baby and bags, etc. into the house. The girls were already inside. I thought I may have heard the phone ring, but then nothing. When John opened the front door, he pointed to Julsie who was on the steps with the phone to her ear. We looked at each other, puzzled. It took me a minute to realize she really was talking to someone. Apparently she knows how to answer the phone and take messages too. "Yeah. No. Outside. Uh-huh. Ok, bye bye."
"Julsie, who was that?" "I don't know. A girl."
"Was it Nana?" "No"
"Was it Gramma?" "No"
"Who was it?" "I don't know. Her said her call back later."

Everytime Julsie gets on the phone: "Hi. This is Julsie-Baby." It's just about the cutest thing ever.

Jules rarely says "her." For example, as she did before Bailey's birth and the revelation of her sex, Jules refers to Bailey as "him."
ie. "awe, him so cute." or "did him lose him sock?"

Jules is a great story teller. I first realized this when she was trying to go potty a few months ago. She asked me to tell her a story while we were waiting for her system to oblige. I asked her to tell one instead, not actually thinking she would. Immediately she said, "Oooonce pona tiiiiime..." She continued to tell me a story about 2 "nakes," 2 mouses, and a wolf. These characters remain among her favorite heroes and villians in tales she weaves. Typically, there is a lot of "getting" accompanied by clawing motions, someone being eaten, the villian becoming nice, and everyone eventually becoming friends.

Julsie is officially potty-trained! I now feel confident in saying that and thank the Lord. She still wears a diaper at night for safety, but rarely needs it. It has been a struggle but we have prevailed. As a reward, she had a special shopping trip with Nana to pick out her very own big girl undies. (It was supposed to be Julsie and Nana only, but she graciously allowed Nat to come too.) Then they went to DQ for a treat. Way to go big girl!

Yeah, she's now becoming a big girl - like Nat says, "we have a big girl, a toddler and a baby" - but we still call her Baby Jules. She still loves it and wouldn't have it any other way. I think she may be Baby Jules (or Julsie Baby) her whole life and I'm ok with that =)

Lil' Tidbits from Nat

2010-06-11T10:29:00.000-04:00

Nat (frustrated): Mom, sometimes I really don't want to have a little sist... I mean, I wish I didn't have to have a, I mean, not a little sister, but a...
Jules: Meeeeeeee?!!!
We all just burst out laughing. I said, "I know, sometimes she just drives you" and in unison, we say, "crazy." "But you love her." "Yeah," said Nat, "who would do my plans" (read schemes) "with me?"
Oh, the mystery and intricacies of sisterhood.

Nat to Bailey: Who's the cutest baby on the planet?

Nat: "Where's Pop-pop?" Nana: "I don't know, he should be here soon." Nat: "He's probably eatin' chocolate somewhere."

You know how Jules was using an Italian accent? Well, around January Nat started saying her "r"s differently. It wasn't the "w" sound children typically say instead of "r." I just couldn't figure it out. Then it hit me. It was FRENCH! She is totally using the back of her tongue. The "r" is the only letter with the accent, but we love it and frequently ask her to say words containing "r" over again just to hear it.

Nat: "I wish I could fall asleep like Julsie."

Daddy had a bag of cough drops on his bed.
Nat: "What are these?"
Dad: "They are cough drops. You take them when you are sick and they help you not to cough."
Nat: "Well that's silly, they shouldn't be called cough drops, they should be called Not Coughs."

Nat to Mommy: "Can we go to Nana's house?"
Mom: "Are you missing her?"
Nat: "Well YOU haven't seen her in weeks and weeks!"
In actuality, we had all seen her just a few days before. Glad to know Nat is looking out for me, though. ;)

We stopped over to her cousins' house to drop off some plants before we went in town to visit Gramma and Grandpa. Her cousins were swimming in the pool.
Nat: "Are the boys swimming?"
Mom: "Yep"
Nat: "Why didn't we come over to swim today?"
Mom: "Well, we're on our way to Gramma's right now."
Nat: "But I wanted to go swimming today."
Mom: "We will one day. They just opened their pool this week. We'll go soon. The boys just got home from school today and jumped in."
Nat: "What? They just got home from school?"
Mom: "Yes."
Nat, now almost frantic as I start the truck: "Well why are they swimming? because they're hot?"
Mom: "Yes, I guess, because they're hot."
Nat at a fever pitch: "Well I'm hot!!"

Week 5

2010-05-22T13:26:00.004-04:00

Bailey had a doctor's appointment on Tuesday and weighed 7 lbs 15 ounces!!! Almost 8 lbs! That's nearly a 2 lb increase since birth!!! I knew she was eating like a little champ, but I had no idea, even when John mentioned how her cheeks were filling out.

This past week she has really started to improve her sleeping at night. Her best night was last night when she managed a 5 hour stint followed by a 4 hour one. Woo hoo!

Big sisters love her tons and love helping, but Jules does NOT like it when she cries. "Mom!!! Get him some food!" Yesterday Jules was in tears over Bailey's crying, talk about stressful moments for mama. Nat loves to be as close as she can get. Sometimes it makes me claustrophobic - give me some breathing room girl! =)

PS, that funky shirt is an old one of my gram's I was wearing while gardening. =)

Tough as Nails? Who'd Have Guessed

2010-05-17T11:14:00.004-04:00

Well, we know that Nat is not allergic to bees. She got her first bee sting a couple weeks ago. She was upstairs in her bedroom with Jules when I heard a LOUD scream and then some yelling. I ran to the bottom of the stairs as she ran out of her room.
"It was on me! The bee was on me!" and she was holding her arm.
"Did it sting you?"
"It was on me!"
"Yes, I know. Are you mad because it was on you or did it sting you?"
"I don't know! I didn't see it." (she didn't actually SEE the stinger enter her)
"Did you feel a pinch or a poke?"
"I don't know, it was on me."
I looked at her arm and could only see a large red area where her hand had been holding it tight. I still couldn't tell if she had been stung. She was not crying, but was a little frantic. When she asked for something cold, I was thinking she really did get stung. Finally she showed me her arm, and I saw the little raised area. She had been stung and never cried, what a trouper.
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Last week, we were at my sister-in-law's house when Nat walked into the kitchen and smiled. Her teeth were all bloody! I said, "what happened!?" but I tried not to overreact and upset her. I thought she may not have know that she was bleeding. She informed me that she and Jules collided. Then, I saw her shirt. She had been using it to wipe up the blood. She just smiled, grabbed her shirt and continued to blot her lip which turned out to be offended body part. Again, she never cried.

Apparently my sensitive little girls is a quite a bit tougher than I thought! Daddy said she must have my pain tolerance. ;)

Week 4

2010-05-14T09:50:00.005-04:00

Sorry I missed week 3. Ooops. Well, we had 2 really bad nights in a row over the weekend and I was beat. Thankfully she's been sleeping better at night ever since. However, I need to do a better job scheduling her during the day. It seems like I have to hold her all day. Again, Ooops! She is increasing her neck strength and may have rolled over yesterday. It could have just been that she was on the cushy couch and rolled downhill =)

All in the Numbers? or More?

2010-05-11T17:28:00.007-04:00

Eight. Eight years. Today is our eighth anniversary. Let's see...
1 Husband (and 1 Wife)
2 Dogs
3 Beautiful girls
5 Jobs
2 Apartments
3 Cities
2 Houses bought
1 House sold
2 Years pregnant
3 Years (and counting) nursing
2 Cars

3 Trucks
9 Vacations
20+ Churches tried
1 Church joined
Tons of friends loved and left
Millions of memories made

Eight years ago, I couldn't have possibly imagined my life as it is today. I couldn't have imagined how far I'd travel in both miles and maturity. And this may sound bad, but I couldn't have possibly imagined how much I would come to love that man standing next to me at the altar that day.

I mean, of course, I thought I loved him then. But looking back, there is no comparison. He's the same man he was then, more or less, but over time, I have seen his character in both good times and tough times. I've realized how rare he is, what an upstanding man he is, and what a loving and attentive father he is and I've learned to truly appreciate the amazing man I was lucky enough to marry... eight years ago today.

Week 1 and Week 2

2010-05-01T15:40:00.007-04:00

Here are some pics of Bailey at week 1 and at week 2. When I look at those bags under her eyes, I think of an old saying my Gram used to say, "I's born tired and never got rest." =)

WEEK 1 (above)

WEEK 2 (below)

Bay is officially a second shift-er (like her dad and sisters). I need to get her on "day-lights." Just like when she was in the womb, when she began dancing a jig right around 10:30 pm, she is her most wide-eyed right when I want to go to bed. No more mister nice-mom. She's had 2 weeks, now it's my turn. I've got to Baby-wise her little bum into shape. One GIANT praise - neither of the other 2 girls wake up when baby does.

Week 3, here we come. Oh my goodness, week 3? Then 4 - yuck. Too fast already.

Julia Turns 3!

2010-04-28T17:07:00.005-04:00

Can you believe it? My other baby turned 3 on Saturday. Let me tell you, I thought Jules was so little until Bailey came along. My dad said it perfectly, "Jules grew up a whole year just right now." I feel like that - like I somehow missed something - like I missed a lot. Somehow she is a little girl and I didn't realize it. Ugh, I'm so sad. Why are my babies growing???? Can anyone make it stop?

So, we had a party for Jules on Saturday. Luckily her daddy had a change in schedule and was able to be there for the whole party. I cheated and just bought some pizzas from Walmart. I wasn't up to making something for a crowd quite yet. I did, however, make her cake. Although the Grandmothers both suggested I buy one, I couldn't help it. I would have felt guilty had I not made her one. As my sister said, I would have blamed any future problems Jules had with me not making her 3rd birthday cake. (Jess knows my irrational side well.) My icing was somehow slightly runny for decorating, but I managed and the cake part was very tasty.

We had a nice day with Aunt Jess (who got to see Bailey for the first time), Aunt Sue, Uncle Matt, Ryan, Max, Spank, and both sets of grandparents. Jules loved all her presents and gave everyone kisses and hugs. She especially loved a little baby doll her cousin Spanky got her. She hugged it while it was still in it's box! She didn't get "Happy Birthday" sung to her 4 times this year (like last year), but she really did enjoy having everyone sing to her. She was running around telling everyone it was her birthday and when asked "who's the birthday girl," she emphatically answered "me!"

After present and cake time, we also gave each girl a special item that they've been working hard to earn. Jules' job has been to go pee on the potty well (we're not all there yet), and Nat's job has been to sleep in her bed all night (she's made 100% improvement). What did they earn? "Camp bags!!!" (sleeping bags). They are both so excited to go camping in the back yard this summer, to roast marshmallows and hot dogs, and to look at the stars with daddy. Now they have the gear to do it. =)

The boys (big and little) spent the rest of the afternoon outside, on the four wheeler, walking the woods and playing in the creek. While the big boys were "supervising," the little boys somehow ended up soaking wet from head to toe. They were practically swimming in the creek. Yes, it was in the low 60's and the water temp was probably in the 30's. It's a wonder they didn't have hypothermia. Boys will be boys, I guess. I'm positive God knows what he's doing when he gives one family 3 girls ;)

Anyway, we had a nice day celebrating my little Julie baby. I love that little stubborn, sweet, sour, silly, love-bug.

Bailey's Story - The Opening Act

2010-04-27T19:53:00.004-04:00

Let's start where my facebook post left off: April 6, 4 cm, 80% effaced and contracting. Sounded good, but …. Well, it fooled me, the doctor, and John, who was even prompted to finally set up the crib. (I’m not sure if the procrastination was because he was busy, complacent with #3, or he knew it was driving my mom batty.)
After 2 more visits with the doctor, an afternoon of helping John outside (trying to get something going) and still NO progress, I was starting to feel like this baby was never coming. However, we scheduled induction for Friday. Then L&D moved it to Thursday evening. Instead, I received a call at 7:30am Thursday asking if we could come in ... now? I told the nurse it would take me a couple hours to get everyone ready, but okay (let's get this over with!)
I got up, showered, and got the kids dressed. After no movement from my room, yet trying to be patient, I finally said to my narcoleptic husband, "Tob, are you trying to make me mad right before I go in to deliver a baby ooorrr..." Whatever, he got ready (mixing a shake for breakfast, knowing better than to ask for eggs) and finally got going. Then, he drove 40 mph on our road. FORTY! It took all I had to keep my mouth shut and try to be rational. Maybe I was a teeny bit anxious.
After meeting my mom to hand over our big girls, we waited unnecessarily in Registration, where John informed he did NOT want anyone yelling “It’s a ____!” He wanted to see it for himself first. (I was sure to put all staff on notice =) I was just praying no one in the waiting area was contagious. Finally we got upstairs and settled in the room with our lovely nurse, Trish who was super nice and is into fitness, so small talk was no problem.

Bailey's Story - The Main Event

2010-04-27T19:52:00.002-04:00

So, here's how it all went down. By noon, I was hooked up to the monitors, done with paper work and had the IV port stuck in my stinkin' wrist. About that time, my Dr. came in to say "hi" and break my water. I was expecting something right away. I think we all were. With my other pregnancies, I was on pitocin so I felt contractions almost immediately. This time there was nothing. I remember looking at the clock at 2:00 pm and saying, “well, this is officially the longest labor I’ve ever had.” Still, I was feeling good at that time and only had some minor discomfort from time to time.

Quickly, that all changed. When hearing the sound of John and the nurse talking made me irritated, I knew I needed to sit down. I worked through a couple decent contractions where I had relief in between. Then that quickly changed. John said he knew it was serious when I requested a wet paper towel for my forehead. It was “on.” At one point my arms and legs even went numb. Then the nurse reminded me to actually BREATHE. =)

Shortly after, the doctor entered the room. John said he looked like Kramer, practically sliding in. He immediately put his gloves on and said, “okay, on the next one, we’re going to push!” At some point I completely straightened out my arms and legs and just about pushed John and the nurse over. I heard her say “she’s strong!” and I remember thinking, “what did I just grab? Oh, thank goodness, it’s too hard to be her chest. =)” Apparently, the baby was almost out and I said, “I can’t.” Someone said, “You have to” and I thought, “you’re right, the only relief will be when I get this kid out.” Next thing you know, she came out in one push. As requested, the doctor held her bum up to John who said, “number 3.” I thought, “I think that means a girl. Does that mean a girl?” It meant a girl. She officially arrived at 2:39 pm weighing 6 lbs, 3 oz. and measuring 18 inches long. The doctor figures actual labor was about a half hour. (1/2 hour of #10 level of pain mind you.)

I wasn’t aware, but Bailey quickly turned purple. I DID notice that the nurses with the baby were quiet and then I heard someone say the alarm was going off. We later speculated that such a fast and furious labor probably shocked her little system. There really was very little warning for her. She was in one minute and out the next. Bailey had to be “ambu-ed” and given chest compressions. After she was improving in color, John felt he could let me know what was going on, but I was very calm. I knew everything would be just fine. They held her up so I could see her and I immediately saw Jules. However, instead of bringing her to me, they took her over to the nursery to give her O2 and make sure she was stable. (John accompanied her.) The nurses were very worried that she hadn’t cried, but knowing my other two, I again, was not worried. Very quickly everyone was gone from the room and I was hanging out there alone and freezing. Luckily a nurse came back and gave me one of those blankets from the warmer. mmmm. That and the ice pack are my 2 favorite things in L&D.

Finally, they brought Bailey back to me even before they bathed her because she was rooting so hard and had already found her thumb. Her blood sugar had been really low, but she latched on right away and once she ate, her sugar popped right back up. One weirdo flippy nurse was such a Negative Nancy, but luckily Tob and I are old hats at this and didn’t let her worry us. We knew everything would be just fine. After delivery, I got up, brushed my teeth, replaced my missing hair tie and we called the family.

Bailey's Story - The End Credits or "Who's Who"

2010-04-27T19:51:00.001-04:00

So, I had a plan, a simple plan, I thought - to let my girls see the baby first and then they would introduce the baby to their grandparents. I wanted them to feel that it was THEIR baby too and I wanted them to feel important. Unfortunately, things did not go as I had wished. The baby was in the nursery when the girls arrived and they saw her with just their daddy. (I was now hooked up to an IV to help the uterus contract.) Then, while the baby was still in the nursery, my in-laws stopped in and saw her, so the girls did not have the opportunity to introduce them at all. I was disappointed. Both Nat and Jules were also a little stand-offish with me as well. I think all the people and the hospital bed flipped them out a bit. Let’s just say, it was not the peaceful family bonding time that it was when we introduced Natalie to Julia. They were quickly ready to go back to Nana’s for movies and Cheetos. Oh well.
Anyway, apparently, when Jules saw baby she said, “him a noisy seeper.” =) We decided Bailey has my unfortunate thumbs and long fingers, but also got our family’s nice pointy lips. Oh, and her feet were pretty purple for quite a few hours.
Bailey continued to improve, regardless of Negative Nancy’s warnings. She and her daddy slept well during the night. I, however, did not. My bed broke and would not lay flat. I called the nurse’s station, but they were super busy with “babies flying everywhere” all night. So for the first 4 hours of the night, I was curled up on the lower 3.5 ft of the bed like a cat. Finally someone came in randomly to check on me and I had them fix the bed. That crinkled/crimped sleeping situation turned out to be the best rest I got all night. From 2 am on, I had someone coming in, poking me, asking me questions, checking the baby, etc. every few minutes, I swear. By the time the phlebotomist came in at 7am, turning on all the lights and poking my veins, I had had it. Right then I decided I would go home that day, if possible. I could not spend another night like that. Luckily, they agreed to let me go and I left about 30 hours after I got there. We could have left earlier, but we didn’t have a name =) Although this was the first hospital that would have LET us go, John (rightly) insisted we stay until we had a name. Otherwise, she would probably have been "Baby Girl O'Day" forever.

Other items of note:
-The older ladies running the café downstairs LOVED John, made him fresh coffee, got him a paper, etc.
-Julsie ran to her Pop-pop when he arrived, yelling “My have a new dister.”
-We found out later that the reason we were supposed to come in on Thursday evening was because one of the girls that set John and I up on our blind date was working in L&D Thursday evening and wanted to be our delivery nurse. She was upset that signals were crossed and we were then told to come in during the day, but we all agreed that it worked out for the best in the end since they were swamped that evening. She told all the nurses to try to persuade us into naming the baby after her and her cousin (the other girl that set us up.)
-Natalie had wanted to call a girl "Sara." She did NOT like the name Bailey and even told her Sunday school teacher (3 days after Bailey arrived) that her name was Sara. =)

After we got home and got our girls all back together, things were much better for me. The older two really took to Bailey and were so excited to hold her. They love it when she opens her eyes and love to hold her. Natalie says, "how's my cutie pie." She picks out Bailey's outfits, brings me diapers and wipes and is just a great helper. Julia says, "Bailey Lyn" in just the cutest voice ever and she calls her "him," i.e. "him's so cute" or "did him poop?" I just love my little trio. =)

Easter 2010

2010-04-07T06:10:00.003-04:00

I'm not feeling particularly witty at the moment, but figured I'd better get some pictures and updates on the blog before baby #3 comes. I think this action could be categorized as "nesting," although it may be too new of a fad to be listed in the parenting/pregnancy books as one of the common nesting activities

For all of you face-bookers, this next quote is a repeat. Sorry to bore you, but I need it here on the blog for posterity:
At lunch on Palm Sunday, daddy asked Nat what she learned in church that morning. Nat replied, "My teacher told us how Jesus died on the cross. I told her how Tudor died on the road."
It was all we could do to keep from laughing hysterically. =)

On Saturday, the girls and I went to Nana and Pop-pop's. I wasn't feeling very chipper so they watched the girls while I did my last minute shopping. I went back to their house and made my "Mom Rauch's Carrot Cake" with help from mom and sis.
The entire time I was gone Nat was chomping at the bit to get started coloring eggs. She was ready to go the second I hit the door but in true kid-torturing fashion, the eggs weren't. =) There were 12, yes TWELVE different egg colors in the Paas pack and we didn't even get the fancy pack! Jess and I think we had about 5 colors back in the day. 12! Good thing my mom has saved every little wire egg dipper we've gotten over the past 20 years so we still were able to manage one dipper for every color. (pheeeww. Crisis averted.)
Pop-pop was a great help in assisting Jules with the dipping and instructing Nat on the finer points of egg-coloring, like using the wax crayon and egg holders. They were tickled with their results.
Easter Sunday was a nice time. We made it to church and actually got some pics of the girls before we left. Nat was all about squeezing Jules to pieces for those shots. Later, we went to my mom's, had dinner, and an Easter egg hunt. The girls loved running around in the sunshine (and I'm sure Nat loved not having to fight 1000 little kids and their pushy parents for eggs at the Hershey outlets. At Nana's house you're a winner every time.)
We cajoled my prego sis to get a belly shot with me since she is finally showing a little bit. We played the "this is a once in a life-time photo for us" card. Unfortunately, we couldn't get her to show her real belly, just her clothed belly, but I'll take it!

I Cor. 15:17

Uh "O"

2010-03-27T14:24:00.004-04:00

John's friend from high school, Mr. O, and his wife have 2 adorable little boys. Interestingly, the oldest is exactly 20 days older than Nat and the youngest is exactly 20 days younger than Jules. Weird, huh?

Anyway, over the years the men have kept in touch and our kids have gotten to see each other a few times every year, regardless of how far we are apart. Now we live in the mens' old hometown, we should see each other even more. This should be especially pleasing to their oldest, Andy.

You see, Andy has been smitten with the idea of Nat-nat for some time. He has drawn maps to her house, calls her one of his "girls of rock and roll" (like on Alvin and the Chipmunks) and made his gramma take him on a recon mission to our new house even before we moved in. We've only known about this apparent affection via his parents' stories - until now.

When they came to visit in February, the kids were a little slow to warm up. Then Andy suggested we have them sit for their routine picture together. Everything was normal (except Joshie wanted nothing to do with it.) Then slowly, Andy slipped his arm around Nat's waist, then cuddled into her shoulder. By the time they left, he had informed us that he couldn't leave her. He "just couldn't help it." By the time they finally cajoled him to the basement door, he had to run upstairs one last time to say goodbye. Nat handled all of it surprisingly well. Maybe a little too well =)

It was too cute and we all giggled about it. At least John tried to giggle about it. Truthfully, I don't think we're ready for all this jazz and if it had been the kid of any other parents, well....

It's All About Perception

2010-03-16T08:33:00.002-04:00

"Julsie, do you have chocolate on your face?"

"No. My licked it off. Now my all clean."

The Pressuuurrrre of a name

2010-03-05T22:24:00.005-05:00

With each child, John and I seem to struggle - slightly - with choosing a name for our new bundle. For both girls we were dressed and ready to leave the hospital with the baby in the car seat still trying to think of a name.

You may be asking WHY? It's not like the child was sprung on us. We've had months to prepare for this. I don't blame you, I wonder the same thing! {Nat has had a boy's name since before we were even trying and settled on a girl's name a few months ago (Ben and Sara).} If it were just me, maybe. I can be a little bit of a procrastinator, but JOHN?! He is a planner. I mean, a real planner! Why can't we do this?

It's not for lack of trying - books, on-line, the Bible, suggestions from friends, family, and even OB nurse's name tags. When we were having Nat, we thought of almost everything for a girl. I mean everything:
- We had the conventional, like Theresa, Allison, Sydney, Alexis, Kaitlyn.
- The familial, like Grace, Mabel, Louise
- Then we had John's suggestions, like
"Arnolda" (after Arnold Schwarzenegger, of course) and
"Dana" which, in itself, is a fine name. I just think "Dana O'Day" is too much. "Da-na-O-Da-na-O-Da-na-O-Da-na-O-Da-na-O-Da......." Where does it end?
- Then there were the truly clever from my office gang:
A la our favorite vending machine snack: "Frieda" and then we'd have "Frieda O'Day." Like Frito-lay
A la Gwenyth Paltrow and her daughter: "Apple" and then we'd have "Apple O'Day." Like "An Apple O'Day keeps the doctor away!"

Crazy to Common, Sentimental to Silly, we've tried them all. Somehow we did it, and somehow we settled on Natalie Grace and Julia Louise. I am satisfied. Hmmm. I wonder what #3 will be.

Ugh, The Winter Weather

2010-02-25T06:15:00.009-05:00

Let me just first say, I can't stand the winter. Nope, not at all. Can't find one redeeming quality. John says I'll like it when I learn to ski, but until then, I'll just have to take his word for it. The coldness, the dry skin and nasal passages (yes, I'm getting old, thank you), the coldness, the bundling up kids and jamming huge coats into car seats, the buckling of those car seats with brittle icicles for fingers, the dirty boot drippings all over the car, and did I mention the bitter coldness?

It doesn't help that we just moved either. I'd love a nice, warm play date/mom chit-chat time. Instead, I feel couped up and stir crazy!!! Yet somehow, I choose to stay inside, slowly going insane, rather than wrestle my big belly and two kids through the snow and ice.

Oh, do I need to mention that I've been cranky and a little pessimistic lately?

Whatever, here are some pics of our winter thus far:
The first slide show is of our house in the "big snow" and the one day it all melted. Don't worry though, the water went down and was completely replaced by a new coating of snow overnight. We still haven't seen grass yet.

This slideshow is just a few pics of us on a day the family went sledding, Nat and daddy walked out on the ice of Pymatuning and we found a swing-set to play on.
Upon seeing the swing set, Nat was uncharacteristically sedate
Daddy: "whadda ya think?"
Nat: "about what?"
Daddy: "the swing set. Do you see the swings."
Nat: sadly, "yeah, but they're somebody's"
Daddy: "No, it's a park."
Nat: "A park? They're not anybody's?"
Daddy: "No, you can swing on 'em"
She was elated and ran. Upon Julsie and I catching up, she said, "Mom, look at these swings! And they aren't anybody's, this is a park!"
I figure she is so used to Hershey, where she would see lots of swing sets on our walks that she would have to pass up because they were in people's yards. =)

My Baby Is 5 =(

2010-02-24T14:52:00.006-05:00

I can't help it. This was a very hard birthday for me. I am excited to see her grow and learn new things, but the prospect of sending her away to school is just ... well..., just horrifying for me. I know it's probably somewhat selfish, but I love her! I know she'll enjoy making friends and showing me all the new things she has learned, but I will be lost without her. She is my little buddy. I don't think I want to spend my day Natty-less.

Ugh, and then there's the mean girls, and the inevitable misunderstandings with teachers, etc. that seem so unfair, and little boys who think she's cute and... ugh. Anyway, I'm sure there will be much more agonizing over kindergarten in posts to come.

Back to the birthday -

There were many other stressors for my already emotionally-fragile pregnant self:

-Family scheduling issues causing us to have the party well after her b-day

-Miscommunication between daddy and me so that we did NOTHING for her on her actual b-day (no cards, no presents, no cake). Just "Um, it's your birthday. You're 5 now."

-The entire weeks leading up to her party, she was talking about how she didn't have any friends here and she would have no friends at her party. She even told Nana, "I don't have any friends anymore, so I just invited all my family."

I was completely ready to have a melt-down. How could such a big birthday be celebrated so un-eventfully? My heart was broken.

Anyway, we did have a party, although everyone had to leave early. She got a lot of cute outfits and some fun Littlest Pet Shops. I made her a special cake too. In the end, the day turned out okay. The cake was very good and she was happy eating pizza. It was not the party I would have liked, but I'm sure I took it much harder than she did and in the grand scheme of things, she won't be too emotionally scarred. ;)

Hahaha! Finally Got My Camera Back!

2010-02-20T12:32:00.004-05:00

And you will reap the benefits! Now, this picture goes with a previous story - the one on the mouse who eluded me for oh, so long.

Kinda gross, but I HAD to share ....

See those perfect little bloody paw prints!!!! I wasn't even kidding!

Another Nail Polish Nightmare

2010-02-18T10:39:00.000-05:00

Once again, Jules' desire for girly fashion has gotten the best of her. Believe me, after the last debaucle (an entire bottle of Purple Passion on the floor of our Hershey bedroom one month before move-out), she is FULLY aware that she is not allowed to paint her nails by herself.

Anyway...

Earlier in the day we painted our nails together, over newspaper, very carefully. Once I cleaned everything up, everyone was dry and beautiful, I placed my tupperware container of polish on the stairs so I could take it up on my next trip. My next trip was obviously not soon enough.

Hours later, Nat came to me, "Mom, wait until you see what Jules did. It's bad!" Wearily, I say, "What now?" As if on cue, out comes Jules covered in "Brilliant Red." Her nails were painted from the first knuckle up and her toes looked like she was simply dipped. There was some in her hair and all down her belly. When I went to the scene of the crime, it was atrocious. There was the entire bottle, little mixing ball bearing and all, poured onto the beige carpeted steps which face the front door. The polish had already completely soaked through the fibers down to the matting.

I immediately started carpet clean-up and requested John clean the suspect and put her to bed. I knew my temper was likely to get the best of me if I had to deal with her. To ensure his didn't get the best of him (which it actually never does), I hid the evidence until after she was in bed.

After many hours, 1.5 bottles of Goo Gone, 1/2 bottle of dish soap, some Coke (who knows, thought I'd give it a try), the sham-wow, terry cloth towel, scrub brush and an emergency borrowing of my sister-in-law's steam cleaner, only a faint pink tinge can be seen. I don't know. We'll see if there is anything else we're going to do about it... besides completely banning all nail polish, that is.

Technology Stinks

2010-02-17T11:21:00.001-05:00

Well, when it's broken. Does this seem like a bad cycle to you?
October - our 3yr old flat screen completely pooped out. The repairman didn't even want it for parts.
November - after a long time nursing it, our computer power cord finally died. (3rd one in 3 yrs at $70 a pop)
December - All the cord troubles have caused our battery to be unable to hold a charge so our lap-top is essentially now a desktop. A new battery will cost $120.
December - Got a fancy new mixer for Christmas... but it didn't work. Luckily we just traded it in for a new one.
January - Our digital camera no longer downloads to our computer and our EasyShare software is now missing ALL of our 50+ albums
February - John's trail cam (This is the replacement for the original that didn't work properly) stopped working completely.
Really?

Photo Updates!

2010-02-16T06:40:00.003-05:00

Here are some much needed photo updates of the girls. They date back to the beginning of my blogging hiatus. Sorry there aren't any more recent photos, but our camera and computer are having "professional differences."

Photos include Nat's first day of preschool this year, Julia's first day of baby gymnastics, the pumpkin we grew ourselves in the flower bed at our apt. building (oops!), Natalie's tissue paper fashion, and Halloween.

My Little Sweethearts

2010-02-15T11:44:00.006-05:00

When I gave Jules her Valentine gifts, she was so excited and thankful. She opened her box of chocolate hearts and although she absolutely LOVES chocolate, the very first thing she did was give one to me and one to her dad. She shared with everyone all day. She is very generous with her things.

When Nat came downstairs and saw that there were gifts and cards and cookies for her, she became teary-eyed and cried, "but I didn't get you a Valentines gift." I had to work hard through the morning to console her. Later, my parents took us out to Valentines lunch. John had to leave a little early for work and as he was preparing to go, Nana heard Natalie say to him, "on your first day off, can you take me to get mommy a Valentines gift? On your first day?" She is often thinking of others.

My little sweet petites. I love them so much. I am so blessed to have girls with such kind, kind souls.

"Daddy 'napped him!"

2010-02-15T10:04:00.003-05:00

Well, apparently I am no trapper. My husband, on the other hand...

After my last post, noting his lack of assistance in mouse eradication, John thought he'd better help out. He employed the most "basic" trapping techniques (oh, excuse me), and the results were stunning.

The Theory:
You see, trapping is not about placing a trap and hoping they come to the bait, it's about placing bait and making sure the only way to get to it is over your trap. (I'm sure you were dying to know that info.)
The Set-Up:
In this case, a trap was placed on the front edge of the sink with a hefty helping of brown sugar leading right to it. Another trap was placed on the back edge of the sink and John's lunch box blocked any other passsage way. (In police terms, a "fatal funnel")
The Outcome:
During my first bout of insomnia that night, I found no trap on the front edge of the sink! To my excitement, it had flipped onto the floor when that stinkin' mouse found himself squarely in its clutches. I left the evidence for John to see (well, really to clean up), ate some Cheerios, read the Area Shopper and went back to bed.
During my second bout of insomnia, I was back downstairs messing around on the computer when I heard a loud "WHAAAH-CHOW!!" I waited about 20 minutes before checking (a little afraid), but sure enough, the trap at the back of the sink contained another mouse! Two for two! I couldn't believe I actually heard it happen!
The Celebration:
I ended up discarding both mice myself and relayed the story to Toby in the morning. He was excited to see the evidence in the outside trash can. While Nat wanted nothing to do with it, Jules was more than excited to take a peek. She came in jumping and yelling "Mouses in a twash can! My daddy 'napped him. He 'napped him and 'napped him!"

We haven't seen sign of a mouse since, although we still have traps set. Toby, of course, had to gloat over his superior skills. I said, "well if you thought you could do it better, why didn't you help me before?" He said, "because the mice really didn't bother me and I was having fun watching you try." - ugh. Stinker.

A Mouse in the House

2010-02-10T05:31:00.003-05:00

Yes, there is a mouse in my house. Well, probably many, but there is this one -

We set some traps after noticing one mouse scurry across the kitchen floor and immediately caught two of the little buggers. (John, of course, was somewhat saddened by the loss of the first, eulogizing "he was a good lookin' mouse.")

Unfortunately, that's when the real trouble started. Apparently, mice too, follow the pattern that squirrels did at my Great Uncle's home - "I shoot one and 10 more show up for the funeral." After the initial fatalities, we had traps tripped a few times and even blood trails with tiny, perfect paw prints leading away from the scene. Yet each morning the traps were empty.

Perhaps by nearly escaping death they were emboldened. Because now, only after the traps arrived, I am waking up to mouse droppings on my counter tops instead of mouse carcasses! I have had to splurge on tupperware containers to seal everything in my pantry. They have gotten to my un-opened sugar, brown sugar, coconut, crackers and cookies in Ziploc bags!

Now, if you know me and how I react to vermin/pests/parasites (think ticks), you know I consider this attack as a personal affront. Not only have they wasted my time in cleaning and disinfecting, but they have wasted my money too (and we all know how much I hate that.) Therefore, I have upped my game. In addition to the sealed pantry, I have placed additional and novel traps. I have sanitized my counters and vacuumed my kitchen each night before bed. I have even tailored the bait to their apparent penchant for sweets. Last night, I even left a trail of brown sugar leading right to the trap. (Upon seeing this, my husband laughed aloud. Notably, record of HIS effort in this mission of eradication has been absent.)

Anyway, what do I get for all of these additional measures of prevention? I'll tell you, the most fat and happy mouse you've ever seen scurrying across my counter tops at prime time! Yes, I've seen him the last two nights at progressively earlier times (8:15, then 7:45) while the whole family was still up and moving about.

I've had it. I have been in bed thinking about putting up John's infrared trail camera to scout the culprit's movements, about practicing my marksmanship with the bb gun. But wait, perhaps that's his strategy - push the envelope until I finally I drive myself into the looney bin and then he'll have free reign! Oh, the "Rats of NIMH" have nothing on this fella.

Long Time Comin'

2010-02-09T16:36:00.002-05:00

I know, this has been a long time in coming. If you're not aware (and it's been so long that I'm sure you all are by now), around September I found out that I was pregnant. Yep, baby number three is now well on the way.

I stopped blogging completely around that time because I figured, if I can't handle packing a lunch for my husband or playing with my kids, I can't take time to blog. Plus, I like to keep my pregnancies a secret at first and, well, if I have a secret, there's no way I can blog.

Trust me, it was definitely NOT for a lack of good blogging fodder. Besides the pregnancy, we moved during Thanksgiving week and that has been a big change.
From a two bedroom apartment to a 3 bedroom home with 10 acres.
From 25 yards to the grocery store to 25 MINUTES!
From the "sweetest place on earth" to perhaps the coldest.
From one floor to three
and the list goes on.

And then we have the girls. I can't believe there has been SOOOO much I haven't documented.
Julsies first hair-cut, given at the hands of her sister (with Crayola scissors)
Nat's final year of pre-school in Hershey
"baby 'nastics" classes
and many many many notable quotes.

I'm not going to try to re-invent the wheel and back-post. If I have a couple good pics, I'll post them soon, but otherwise I'm just going to take a line from my favorite movie and "keep moving forward."

One of My Favorite Pieces of Music

2009-09-06T08:22:00.004-04:00

Adagio for Strings by Samuel Barber.
I was introduced to it in high school by my old music teacher, Mr. Berry. (btw I love Mr. Berry. So much of my knowledge of and appreciation for music came from the great music teachers we were blessed with at my elementary, jr. high and high school - of which, Mr. Berry was my all-time favorite. Didn't hurt that he was rather good looking either =) Anyway, although we rehearsed it, we never ended up playing it in concert. There was just something about it though.

For some reason the song popped into my head this morning and I HAD to find it. Until browsing the net looking for it, I had no idea it was actually "popular" e.g. it became an unofficial US anthem of mourning as it was played after the deaths of Presidents Roosevelt and Kennedy.

After that last statement, I probably don't need to tell you that it's no "toe tapper." It's a haunting tune and was used in the movie Platoon. Take a listen.

Bella's 3rd

2009-08-25T09:37:00.003-04:00

On Saturday, we were lucky enough to be invited to our friend, Bella's, birthday party. It was held at the Hershey Tea Party Company - what a GREAT time. The HTPC specializes in theme parties for girls and teens. This party was a "fairy" party and it was magical. =) There were butterflies and glitter and a beautiful tea party set up. There were skirts and wings and crowns for each girl. There were even pirate outfits for the boys. They painted nails and did make-up too! I could go on and on, but check out the pics! Nat simply ate-it-up. The party was MADE for her and she is already planning her own fairy birthday party =)

Big Birthday Weekend

2009-08-25T08:54:00.005-04:00

Well, this was a big weekend for us. My nephew, Max's, 6th birthday was on Thursday. My MIL's birthday was on Friday. Our friend Bella's birthday party was on Saturday and Daddy's birthday was on Sunday!

Daddy was working midnights so for breakfast, he brought home some donuts for us all. After church, I baked a cake while the girls decorated the house. Natalie, with Jules' help, spread Easter grass all over the floor. She figured it would be great to step on because "it's cushy." She also hid Easter eggs. I iced the cake and the girls chose the phrase "#1 Dad" to put on it. They then decorated with more icing and sprinkles. I swear, it says "#1 Dad" somewhere in there.

We also made a sign and our own hand-made cards for him. For activities, Nat decided we should hunt Easter eggs (...guess who found them all first... the girl that hid them!) She also came up with a rule that "you can't watch movies (tv) on your birthday." This was her clever way to make sure Fox News and hunting shows were not on TV. =) Daddy came up with a game too -- seeing who could pick up the most Easter grass. He and Nat raced. We both decided I was the real winner in that game =)

We love daddy and are so happy to celebrate him. He's a lot of fun and loves all of his girls very much.

Where the Ducks Walk on the Fish

2009-08-13T10:57:00.005-04:00

Yes, you are about to see actual footage of northwestern Pennsylvania's #1 tourist attraction, drawing 1.5 MILLION tourists annually. This Taj Majal of Crawford County is none other than the Pymatuning Spillway in Linesville, PA.

I personally believe that the spillway sees so much traffic because it appeals to a wide range of individuals:

1. The Bargain Hunter. Admission is FREE and some old stale hot dog buns are all you need for the ultimate fun.

2. The Family. The spillway is family friendly. The attraction involves no swearing, no nudity, and no violence... well, just a little pushing and shoving.

3. The Wildlife Enthusiast. You couldn't thoroughly explore every inch of the largest aquarium in the nation and see as many fish as you can see here, standing in just one spot. Not to mention the variety of water fowl hungering for your attention.

4. The Lovers of All Things Gross and Freaky. Like watching a surgery on tv, staring at an accident scene, visiting a freak show, or the graphic representation of a bullet entering and exiting someone's body on CSI, the spillway is something that totally grosses you out, but you just can't help but watch.

Just watch the clip... and be sure to turn your volume up:

Damico Family Reunion

2009-08-04T08:28:00.004-04:00

Finally, I am getting to posting this =) On Sunday, July 19, we attended the annual Damico Family Reunion. This is John's mother's big Italian family. As always, we had a lovely time visiting, ate some great food, and Cindy (my MIL's cousin) was a great hostess =)

Amy was in charge of games and activities for the kids and did a great job. The men, of course, played their annual game of bocce and Mars won the gift basket. (I heard a chorus of AGAIN!?!? when she won. ;)

They had a whole group of people travel from Rochester, NY and some from Florida to be there! I think it's so nice to see an extended family get together. There is too little of that these days. I know with my family, our reunions stopped not long after the death of my great uncle and the heightening of my gram's Alzheimer's. We still tried to get together for a few years, but it just wasn't the same. Growing up, my family reunion was the absolute HIGHLIGHT of my summer. Nothing else came close.

A Happy Heart

2009-08-01T09:20:00.005-04:00

I tell my girls stories about Gramma Sanner when she was young. However, I usually call Gram "Wheezie" in those stories. One time I finished my story and Nat said, "what happened next? what's the end of the story."

I said, "that's it, that's all I know."

She said, "Well, can we get that movie so we can know the end?"

"That's not a movie honey, that was a real life story. Do you know who Wheezie is?" "No" "That's Gramma Sanner!" She was surprised.

So last night, I was broiling some chiles in the oven (from my garden... thanks Suzette!). I had the oven door open and was turning the peppers. Nat came over and sat beside me.

"If I sit in front of the oven, I will grow bigger," she said.
"Why do you say that?" I ask... but I'm pretty sure where this is going.
"Well, because Gramma Sanner did that." Then she said some group of words that meant it was a long time ago and that it was a real story, not made up.

My Gram was born in 1918 as a twin and she was around 2 lbs. The doctor told the mother that the small baby girl would likely not make it, to "put her at the foot of the bed," and that she should just focus on the baby boy. He also told the mother she could turn the oven on, open the door and put the baby girl on the oven door. =) That's just what she did. As we know, the little girl made it! If fact, she lived to be 90!

So, 91 years later, my 4 year old wants to sit in front of the oven to grow. =)

Then, just three nights ago, Nat asked me to tell them a "Wheezie story" before bed and for the first time, Julsie said, "yeah, Wheezie."

Do you know how happy that makes me? To know my children will know my Gram although they were very young when she died and to know Gram will live on in small part because of the wonderful stories I tell them.

How I Kicked the Habit

2009-08-01T08:14:00.003-04:00

That was fast, huh? My DC habit has been kicked... with the help of my husband.
You see, he happened to have a few extra minutes between the gym and going to work last night. Nat and I happened to be watching High School Musical 3. He came in just at the part where Troy asks Gabriella to the prom. They then sing and waltz on the roof top of the school.
He said, "you let her watch this? This is a little inappropriate for someone her age. Is the other stuff you watch like this?"

This morning, I was half way through this post when he came home. I made him some breakfast and he sat down to read the blog. He was about 5 posts behind. When he read the post about my DC habit and saw "I think it's a little too old for my girls but I watch it anyway." He said, "soooo, I was right on last night."
Funny, if you are questioning whether it's right or wrong, it's probably wrong and you just want to do it anyway.
Don't get me wrong. There are a lot worse things to watch than HSM (like soaps and almost all prime time tv). There is no kissing, no swearing, no violence. I love them. And if you watch them, don't think I'm being judgmental or pious. Each mom and dad just has to look at their kid(s) and see what they are ready for. We have just decided to hold off on watching those shows until our kids are a little bit older.

My Guilty Pleasure

2009-07-28T07:07:00.003-04:00

I have a confession to make. I recently had a moment of clarity, a moment of self-realization. It happened while multi-tasking: doing the dishes and watching Hannah Montana. (I can't believe I am admitting this.) I got goose bumps when she started singing. My mind said, "how corny," but apparently some part of me was in disagreement. I found myself asking, "do I like Hannah Montana?"
I let this train of thought proceed, and rapidly, the following thoughts enter my mind:
- The song I have stuck in my head lately is 'Here We Go Again' by Demi Lovato. I stop everything when the video comes on... (and I don't EVER listen to pop music unless it's on at the gym.)
- I would rather watch "Witches of Waverly Place" than any other show and one day I thought it would be fun to BE Selena Gomez!
- Aaaah. I get goosebumps every time I hear Troy and Gabriella sing!
- Oh my goodness. I am even starting to think the Jonas Brothers are getting cuter.

It's official. There is no other explanation. My name is Heather and I am a Disney Channel Junkie!!! What may be worse... I think the shows are probably too old for my girls, but we watch them any way. Why? To feed my own DC habit! Sick. I've GOT to kick this.

Our Little Martha

2009-07-23T08:26:00.000-04:00

We made some cookies last Friday to take to a picnic. (As an aside, the cookies never made it to the picnic.... it was their own fault though, they were too good.)
Here is the tutorial on how to make "Coconut Clouds" by my own little Martha Stewart. (After we were shooting, I told Nat she was like Martha. Nat said, "Martha is a good cooker. We should make her a card to tell her she is a good cooker." I think that's a great idea =)

Thrown For a Loop

2009-07-22T09:02:00.004-04:00

Well, John and I are both feeling like ships lost at sea.

John is a planner. He likes to know things and plan for things and keep moving forward. Lately, we've been thrown a few curve balls. We are moving and have been trying to look at houses from 5 hours away. We finally picked a region where he would like to be transferred and focused our efforts there. We just found out that he is NOT getting that region. He is being stationed in his second choice. The second choice is OK, but just ... well, it has a whole other set of issues and well, ...(sigh)... it was just NOT our first choice.

We tried to get used to the idea this weekend. What else can we do? right? We've tried to look on the bright side of things. Then, we checked out a house his sister found out about. It is in a pretty good location and is in the region he'll be working in. It is 60 acres, a decent house, and free gas, priced at $160K. (No, not a typo.) We couldn't get a hold of the sellers, so we drove by and looked in the windows. John tried again and again to get a hold of them all weekend. He REALLY wanted that land. REALLY REALLY.

Finally, he made his sister go to the seller's home last night. She found out that the property already has a sales agreement. Ugh. John was pretty devastated. I didn't know how upset he was, until he came home early from the gym. He had a sick look on his face. He couldn't even finish his work-out and just had to come home. Poor thing. He could finally see the culmination of his goals for the last 20 years coming into place and WHAM!

He is feeling a little better this morning. "It's out of my hands," he said. I just keep trying to tell him... tell US... that God has something worked out for us and this, apparently, was not it. We just have to keep believing.

Oh, the Joys of Having Large Dogs

2009-07-19T10:00:00.000-04:00

Well, here is my latest wound. The girls, Jazzy and I were catching fire flies in the dog park with some other kids. I had just latched Jaz back to her leash so we could go home when I stopped to talk to another mom. Unbeknownst to me, another dog and owner were approaching the dog park. Jazzy noticed though, and off she went, spinning me in a circle and about knocking me off of my feet. I was totally caught off guard and very unnerved. I felt like it was a miracle I hadn't broken my back or neck. I was worried I had really hurt myself. Ugh. After pausing for a minute to make sure I could still stand, I got the girls together and got out of there. I, of course, had to carry Julsie and she, of course, had to wriggle around in my arms complaining of a shoe problem. First, I stopped to fix it. Next, I just took them off. Still, the screaming wouldn't stop. I got inside, threw everyone in bed immediately (still screaming) and jumped in myself. After all of the chaos, John woke up, consoled Nat and got me some ibuprofen. When I woke up in the morning, I was pleasantly surprised with only sore shoulders and minor back pain. Once I sat down, I noticed THIS lovely calling card. This was done by the leash, through a big pair of John's sweatpants. Can you imagine if this had been my bare leg? Oh yeah, that's right, I can. I had one of these on my opposite leg (bare skin) two years ago from Si. I've got to learn to let go of the leash, 'eh?

Fun with Friends at Hershey Gardens

2009-07-18T10:00:00.002-04:00

Last week we spent a lovely day with our friends, Kylee and Lexi, at Hershey Gardens. There are so many beautiful photo-ops there, so I have a ton of pics for you. I just couldn't help it. I am not the best at laying these blogs out, so I'll just describe each pic briefly, beginning at the top left.

#1 Ky and Nat - good buds. #2 A view from inside the butterfly house

#3 Our picnic lunch under a little mushroom-like tree, complete with a darling little table

#4 My Jules #5 Nat and Ky in the "Indian House." Ky gave us all a very thorough lesson on the American Indians while we were there - where they slept, where they sat, what they cooked with - very informative.

#6 The whole pink-wearin' gang in the rose gardens.

Outdoor Evening

2009-07-17T08:30:00.006-04:00

Last Wednesday, the whole family headed to Memorial Lake State Park. We took Jazzy swimming and grilled burgers. It was a nice and relaxing evening just hanging out as a family. We played in the sandbox and swung on the swings too. Here are a couple random pics and a short video. I'm still learning how to use it and seem to always miss the best parts of what they are doing. Like on this one, I missed most of Nat's song. I figured I'd post it anyway because many of you haven't seen Jules run... or be a stinker!

Mommy Movie Review

2009-07-16T10:44:00.004-04:00

There is a movie that I LOVE. I've told a few people about it, and in each case, they had never heard of it! That experience got me thinking, I don't have a TON of time to watch movies, but when I do, I don't want it to be a "stinker." So here is my idea. We (you and I) will post about good and bad movies we've seen - movies for moms, kids, families. Yes, I want to hear about movies from YOU! To get your movie review posted, just leave me a comment or send me an email. I'll put up your "guest post" for everyone to read too! Oh, and be sure to leave comments on what YOU think about the movies reviewed here (like, "she's crazy that one stinks!) I'll start.

Here is my GREAT movie: Disney's "Meet the Robinson's"

This is a wonderful family movie that everyone can enjoy. You DO have to pay a little attention though to get the most out of it. It is fast paced and you'll miss a lot of the elements of the plot, not to mention the absolutely hilarious little jokes placed throughout.

The main character is a super smart orphan boy named Lewis who, after much disappointment, has become disenchanted with the idea of becoming adopted. He attempts to "invent" a way to solve his problem by looking into his past when something gets in the way. We follow him on a wild ride into the future where he learns what family really is. It is a heart-warming story that isn't "mushy." It's full of many surprises that keep it fresh and exciting. The final twist is a great one! I've watched it 10 times and could watch it 100 more.

You May Be Starving Your Children If....

2009-07-15T08:50:00.004-04:00

...you find your eldest has raided the refrigerator and she is discovered gnawing on a raw zucchini.... with fervor. (After finishing what she wanted here, she decided to make herself a hot dog bun ... JUST the bun... with ketchup and mustard.)
Hey wait, or maybe it's just something with my kids and summer squash. You see, the youngest picked up a yellow squash at the grocery store last week and sunk her teeth right in.

My Stinky Night

2009-07-14T15:06:00.003-04:00

The girls and I hit the $2 movies on Saturday night. Beforehand, we ran a few errands ... and ran into a few snags.

Snag 1 - Jules poops in her diap as we walk into Michael's.
Snag 2 - I go to change her and realize my diaper cache is empty, but I know there are some in the car. Unadvisedly, instead of wrestling the kids to the car and back, I decide to risk it. I de-diaper her and let her go "commando."
Snag 3 - No SOAP! Although I rinse with water and use a baby wipe, I can't get the poo smell off of my hands - Yuck! I'm not even exaggerating.
Snag 4 - (a direct ramification of Snag 2) Jules pees all over the floor near the check out while Nat and I are contemplating the snack we should smuggle into the movies. I don't mention the "accident" to anyone and simply clean it up with my stash of diaper wipes which were, unlike my diapers, actually in my purse.
Un-snag 1!! Yay! : I get Jules to the car and my spare diapers and clothes are exactly where they should be.
Un-snag 2: We hit the bathroom at the movie theatre immediately and there is soap! We finally get the poo smell off of our hands.
Un-snag 3: We enjoy the movie and eat TWO (2) Jumbo popcorns!!
Snag 5: Nat forgets her bear at the theatre and we have to go back to get it.
Un-snag 4: It's there!
Snag 6: We come home and are immediately confronted with a terrible stench. I am afraid, and I run to take out the garbage, hoping that's what it is. No such luck. To my dismay, I see that Jazzy has gone diarrhea in her kennel. (Luckily it's only in her cage and not the carpet or walls). I give her a bath outside and bleach the kennel floor as it begins to rain and lightning is seen in the near skies. I do get inside just before it pours.
Snag 7: Nat decides to go potty in the training toilet seat instead of the regular toilet. You guessed it, #2. And I had to empty it, wipe the #2 from the bowl and sanitize. Ugh.
Snag 8: One more poopy diaper for Jules.
Snag 9: Nat spills an entire bowl of oatmeal on the floor. Between the Sham-wow and Jazzy, we cleaned it up pretty easily --- and at least that didn't stink.

Which is More Ridiculous?

2009-07-13T12:36:00.000-04:00

-That it is now 13 days past the state budget deadline
OR
-That in his 7 year tenure as Governor, Rendell has NEVER passed a complete budget on time

I'm sorry, apparently the state education system is in the gutter because even our highest elected officials can't remember that July is the month immediately following June. Otherwise, they could have seen this coming, right?

-That while prospects for resolution are still dismal, the legislature has taken off the last 2 weekends
OR
- That a House of Reps member said in reference to his state car "my girlfriend usually drives this car."

I think I know where we could trim a few dollars off the budget.

- That PA state employees including State Troopers, corrections officers, etc. have been working for "free" since July 1, and will receive no paychecks beginnning on July 17th
OR
- That inmates in State prison will continue to be paid for their "important work," while the guards watching them will not.

Isn't there just something philosophically wrong with that? Check out this article to read some of the statements made by the Gov's office and DOC about this situation. Ask yourself what their statements say about the non-incarcerated prison staff. Oh, and do you believe their paychecks are their only source of cash? Kind of blows holes in their theories.

One last fact for you to chew on: The state deficit is $3.2 Billion dollars. That's $3,200,000,000.00, or $8,760,000.00 per day, or $365,300.00 per hour.

Finally, check out this article about the budget and how state employees are "held hostage" in order to get pet projects funded.

Lake Tobias

2009-07-11T07:31:00.005-04:00

Well, we finally made our first trip to Lake Tobias. We had a great time. For those of you not from the area, it is a wildlife park. There are TONS of animals there including lions, tigers and bears (oh my!). There are monkeys, fish, ostrich, capybara, a reptile show, camels,... a petting zoo, and I could go on.

The best thing about it was the affordability. It only cost $4 a person to get in (under 3 is free). Then, to take the safari ride, it is another $5 a person. We got a whole day of fun for four for only $27!

The other best part was the safari ride. We rode in a topless bus =) and were able to pet lots of big animals. My favorites were probably the elk. We made fast friends with one in particular. He stayed with us the entire stop. He must have known we were "elk people." Either that, or everyone else was a little timid with the crackers at first. Even the girls hand-fed this gentle giant. Well, here, see for yourself.

On the way back home, we hit up the 3B Dairy Isle for some GIANT cones. (check out Nat's "kids cone") Mmm. The perfect ending to a great day!

New Element to the Blog!

2009-07-10T09:12:00.002-04:00

If you didn't notice already, there is a new "gadget" on the right. It's a slideshow! Sometimes I just have random pics I'd like to share, but don't have a story to go with them. Now, you can check them out here!
If you want to see larger pics, I think you can click on it and see it in full screen. Hope you like it=)

Dimple Dilemma

2009-07-10T08:10:00.004-04:00

So, around the second week of June, Julsie got a black eye/cheek. She was following Nat from the kitchen to the living room when she tripped and face-planted into the arm of the couch.
She immediately burst into heavy tears. I could tell it really hurt so I quickly retrieved a juice box from the freezer to "ice" it.
The next morning she woke up with a swollen eye, but it looked better as the day went on. I was feeling pretty good about it, but soon she started to get a black eye and cheek and every morning when she woke up, her eye would be swollen again. :( Here are a few pics of it in the yellow-green stage. (her left eye)

Finally, it all went away.... or so I thought. Then, just about a week ago I noticed a new facial feature when she smiled - a dimple! How cute! My daughter is suddenly getting dimples. Well,... wait... just one. Upon further inspection, I realized that the "dimple" hurt to the touch. Uh oh. There's actually a big lump under the skin and when she smiles, it creates a dimpling look. The area is a little off-color too.
John wanted me to take her to the doctor, but I doubt they could do anything. Hmm. I think I'll just wait and see if it dissipates on it's own. What do you think? Any advice?

Yes, I Was "That Lady"

2009-07-09T10:34:00.000-04:00

You know, that "Lady" you get behind at the grocery store checkout that clogs up the works and makes you late to your important event?

After much preparation, I hit Weis Markets to use my $10 off $50 coupon. With both girls in tow, we maneuver our way through the store... again and again as I am not familiar with it's layout. We finally get everything on the list and go to the checkout. Then, it hits me. I don't have my regular wallet. From vacation, it's still with John's purse... I mean, "bail-out bag." I have another wallet with me, but I don't have my Weis card! I tell the cashier and she lets me use the store card. phew. Disaster averted. Or so I thought.

I hand her my $25 in coupons and as I go to pay, I grab a card from my wallet and swipe it. I wait. Huh. It says the card isn't valid! Oh no! I had accidentally swiped my AAA membership card! Oops! How silly of me.

I pick out a real credit card from my wallet. Now, my usual credit cards are in my "regular" wallet. In this wallet is my first and oldest card from '98. I haven't used it in a while because it gives no perks, but I keep it just because it's so old. Anyway, I take it out and it still has the sticker on it with the authorization phone number. Uh oh. I swipe it and IT doesn't work. Apparently I never did call to authorize my last version. By now, there are 2 other people in line behind me, clearly wishing they had picked another lane and presumably thinking that I am some penniless person with credit problems and some sordid story - likely including domestic violence and illegitimate children.

"I have my debit card number memorized. Can I give that to you?" By now, a customer service person was there. "No, sorry, we're not allowed to do that." I explain where my real card is and she says, "well, we could hold your order here for you and you could run home, get your card and come back." "Hmmm. Ok."

Just then, the lady behind me offers to PAY for me and I could just send her a check. (How nice was that... really nice or she had a really hot date waiting for her.) "That's ok," I said. I am ready to pack up and it hits me once she said "check"; "Can I use a check?" "Yes!" says the cashier. "Personal checks? You can take a personal check?" "Yes," she says. "Oh thank goodness, I have my checks."

So, I write out a check, relieved this is all over. "Can you swipe your driver's license?" OH NO! "I don't have my license. It's in my real wallet.... I know the number though." She tries to type in my number, but it just won't work. Just then, a manager-type man comes up and says, "let me take her over here." "Well, she's paying with a check now and..." "I know," says the manager, "but you should have been off 10 minutes ago." So, like a child going to the principal's office, I follow the man. I get to his station and hold my head in my hands. I can't believe this. I explain to him that I don't have my license and that I know the number, but it wouldn't work.

Luckily, he put me out of my misery. He remembered to type in the "PA" before my DL#, unlike the poor cashier - who I had probably stressed so much that she forgot. Finally, it went through. I apologized profusely and was on my way.

I spent $56.00, saved $30 and paid $26. After all that... I ask myself, was it really worth it.

Tip Tappin' Away

2009-07-07T12:12:00.001-04:00

Here is Nat on her very first day of tap class. She was very apprehensive about it .... until I brought out her tights and leotard. Once she donned the outfit, she was ready to go. As you can see, Jules had to get on a leotard too and was all ready to dance. Poor thing. I felt so bad she couldn't come and she cried as we left.

I think Nat had a lot of fun. She was worried that her skipping skills weren't up to par, but I tried to convince her that she would get better and better if she just kept trying.

I LOVE dance and hope she enjoys the experience enough to do some sort of dance again in the fall.

Oooooh and Aaaaah

2009-07-05T07:30:00.003-04:00

Hope you all enjoyed your 4th of July festivities. We did. John worked 12 hours yesterday, but as soon as he got home we got ourselves together and went to Sunset Park in Londonderry Twp. The 257th Army Band, "The Band of America's Capital," performed and was followed by a fireworks show.
We came prepared with snacks, a big blanket, and extra warm clothes for the girls. While I was wishing I had brought myself a sweatshirt or something, the girls, of course, wanted no part of their warm clothes. But like any good mother - I forced them. =)
We enjoyed our snacks.... in the first 30 minutes of being there =) We just can't help ourselves. If food is in front of us, we eat it like we may never eat again. At one point, John said, "have you noticed anyone else feeding their faces since the moment they sat down? I mean, other than anyone in our family?"
Sometimes he cracks me up. I looked over and saw a large rectangle in the grass, about 8ft by 20ft. It was filled with pea gravel, tamped down tight. I said, "what is that thing? I mean what's it for?" John said, "I don't know, but it must be filled with gators because no one will set foot in it."

Anyway, back to our story. So finally, the fireworks begin and Julsie says her first full sentence "I wanna go home." For the entire show, she sat cradled in John's arms and would not remove her hands from her eyes. Poor girl.

So, as the show was going on, I commented on something I had noticed a few year back. Do you remember, how when we were little kids, everyone oooohed and aaahed at the fireworks? Back then, each fire work was set off individually, until the Grand Finale, of course ... which is what made it so special. But as each firework exploded in the night sky the entire crowd would, spontaneously and in unison, say "oooooh" and at the cue of the next bang, say "aaaaah."

I loved the synchronized "ooohs and aaaahs." It made you feel like part of something, like this entire group of strangers and you had something in common. This wave-like, rocking chorus of "ooohs and aaahs" made the fireworks extra fun.

But have you noticed? No one ooohs and aaahs anymore! It's so sad to me. I tried to personally bring it back last night, but not even my own family was catching on. Maybe its because the rapid succession of fireworks now comprising the main part of the show, comparable to our old Grand Finale, simply doesn't allow for it. Maybe it's because, as one kid so eloquently yelled out in a moment of silence, "hey it's just like Dutch Wonderland." The 4th used to be the one and only time of the year I saw fireworks. Now, you can see 'em almost every Saturday night at Hershey Park and like anything, if you start indulging in something "special" every day, it's just not special anymore.

Poopy, Puppy

2009-07-04T07:59:00.001-04:00

Poopy:

As the trip got underway, Nat was having problems with her underwear. More specifically, she was having bowel issues resulting in trouble with her underwear. (Good thing I packed plenty

for her... and hey, it happens to lots of people when they are on vacation... different food, new surroundings). I know, TMI, but this next part is cute.

So, we were in the bathroom stall at a restaurant for the third time that night. In her dramatic, yet despondent style, "I've had it with this.... I've NEVER had a life like this."

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Puppy:

The girls loved swimming in the pool with their new water rings. Both girls are getting more comfortable in the water and both thought they could swim. Jules was so convinced, that while I stood 6 inches away, helping Nat, she stepped right off of the second step and was submerged.

Nat was "swimming" much better. We held onto her bathing suit and helped her go, practicing some "doggy paddling." Jules, wanting to be just like her sister, would "doggy paddle" too. While in her ring, she would begin to kick her legs hard, stick out her tongue and pant. "heh heh heh"

Scary, Wary

2009-07-03T09:51:00.006-04:00

Scary:

On coming into the hotel via a side door after dinner, John noticed a small frog on the glass. He, of course, loving frogs and being an animal guy, pointed them out to the girls who were less than thrilled. Then he pointed out another and another! By now, Nat was sooo scared, which made Julsie start to cry too. Ugh. Daddy continued to stand outside the door, attempting to convince the girls that the frogs were great. They weren't buyin' it. By now, the thought of going past/under those frogs to get inside completely terrified Nat. We had to force her and we all ran inside together. Once inside, she just let out all her fear and cried and jumped and screamed.... did I mention it was around 10 pm?

She was supposed to sleep with mommy that night, but Jules was now super tired and cranky and just had to cuddle with mama until she fell asleep. This left Natty in daddy's bed.

"Daddy, I don't want to sleep with you."

"You don't? Why?" (they had been fighting to sleep w/ daddy all week)

"You're too scary."

"I'm too scary?"

"Yeah."

"Why? how did I scare you today?"

"Your toes." (After coming in from the frog incident, he had sneakily tickled her with his toes, pretending he was a frog.)

"My toes? And what else?"

"The frogs."

"The frogs?.... Yes and what else?" ... silence.... "what did I put on you today at the store?"

"A snake." (You see, earlier in the day, while at the check-out, he slipped a fake plastic snake on her and she screamed bloody murder right in the store. I, of course, was not nearby or that would not have happened. )

"Well Nat, you make a pretty good case, I guess I do scare you a lot."

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Wary:

While enjoying a perfect evening on the patio of a Mexican restaurant, commenting on the lack of flying bugs, perfect temperature and joy of eating outside (when you aren't the one hauling everything out and back in), I see ... well, it was either a big roach or a giant beetle. Yuck! I didn't mention it because I didn't want anyone to flip. I really wanted my cheesy, spicy enchilada, and the bug was headed in the other direction.

About 10 minutes later, I see John staring (uncharacteristic of him), at the next table. They notice it too and look back at him. He says something and I see her jump up and sit in a chair on the other side of the table. Apparently, he had noticed the bug near her foot... and told her.

Luckily we stayed and I got my enchilada, but Nat spent the entire meal crouched on a chair on the other side of the table just to be safe.

Luckily??? Well, maybe not so luckily. I loved the food, but the waitress accidentally spilled an entire 20 oz glass of ice water on our table. Very unluckily, we were sitting at the only outdoor table topped completely with grating. (The others had a plexi-glass top.) The freezing water drenched my jeans from knee down and got John too. The waitress had no idea. She just was worried about wiping up the table and kept asking if our food had gotten wet. It was funny and neither of us were upset enough about it to tell her. I mean really, what could she do? We just had to drip dry. Too funny. - Didn't ruin our night!

(Accidental) Pun Fun

2009-07-03T07:27:00.005-04:00

We got a GPS just before we left. We desperately need it. I shamefully admit that EVERY time we drive back to NW PA we take a wrong turn around St. College. I know. We've made the trip 100 times and it's amazing we still mess it up =) Anyway, this was the GPS's maiden voyage and we were just getting used to it.

Wait 2 questions for you:

1. Does anyone know if you can blow up a GPS by making it re-calculate every nanosecond (flipping U-eys, circling gas pumps, and in parking lots and such)?

2. Does anyone else call it a "She"? because I totally do and John made fun of me for it.... then he called it a she =)

But I digress - back to business

At one point, near the end of vacation, Ms. GPS came out with a novel phrase (to us): "Turn Right Sharply." John and I both looked at each other. "That's funny," I said, "I haven't heard her say that one before." Then imitating Ms. G, "turn right sharply." Natalie chimed in, "haha that is funny. She must have thought we were shopping for pencils."

Back from the Beach

2009-07-01T14:29:00.007-04:00

Well, we've been back from vacation since late Sunday. My refrigerator is no longer empty and my laundry was done on our first day back thanks to John's help. (...without even being asked. Yeah, I totally almost fell over too.)

It took us about 4 or 5 hours longer to get home than our GPS said. We detoured through Strasburg, VA to see an old friend and visited for a little while. We also made frequent stops. The girls are completely in love with McDonald's burgers and sundaes. Every time Jules sees the sign, "burger, burger." =) If you look closely, you can see the hot fudge mustaches in these photos.

The vacation was great, the hotel was beautiful and we ate out for dinner and breakfast each day. (That's probably the best part for a mom... no cooking! no clean-up!) We totally indulged and broke our pre-beach clean eating trend with pleasure. We had ice cream and pancakes and steaks and burgers and cheesy Mexican... mmm. Finally, to complete the food fest, we stopped at Pizza Hut on our way home because as John said, "that's the only thing we haven't splurged on yet." mmm. For dessert we had the cinnamon sticks. As a cinnamon addict, I highly recommend them.

Anyway, we had a great time visiting with our friends Tim and Susan. If you remember, we went to their beach wedding last year. Tim and John were college friends and I met him in '99. Susan is great, a real sweetheart. She even had pink bags (smart color choice) filled with beach toys for each girl when they arrived - big hit. Tim completely hooked us up - the hotel, lifting at Gold's everyday (where John got free smoothies which he now craves daily), parking at the beach. We were spoiled.

The girls loved Tim and Susan. They've been mentioning them every day since we got back. JJ: "Tim... nice.... hug... kiss." She was ready to go back to his house yesterday. =) They don't have any kids yet, but he wants GIRLS badly and I hope he gets them. They will be his little princesses, I can see it now.

We were also lucky to get to see his dog, Cali, one last time. He got her in '99 - the same year John got me =), so we've known her all her life. She is a beautiful, kind and loving Rotweiler. She is an old lady now and has had one leg amputated and is battling cancer. She won't make it much longer, but her 10 years have been filled with love. It's probably a blessing she won't live to see his children because she and her "sister," Sam, have always been his "girls" =)

Anyway, that's the enough sad stuff and the end of the detail portion of the trip. Tune in later for the bloopers.

We're on VACA!

2009-06-25T07:35:00.002-04:00

We're on vacation in Wilmington/Wrightsville Beach, NC. It's on the coast, just north of South Carolina. John's good friend from college lives down here with his lovely wife (and 4 dogs).

We got in yesterday at about 2 am so we slept late, hit the gym and then spent the rest of the day at the pool. The girls LOVED the pool and can't wait to hit the beach today. We've already got some cute pics of them and I'll be sure to post them when we get home.

The girls were very good on the way down (8 hour drive). At one point, we stopped to get gas and use the restrooms. As we exited the highway, we explained that we weren't "there" yet and that we were going to use the restrooms. (We're now on the main drag approaching stores, restaurants, gas stations.)
Nat said, "Oh good. I have to pee." Then, a few seconds later, the Golden Arches come into view, "... and I'm hungry."
Daddy and I smiled at each other. "You're hungry?" said daddy. "What do you want to eat?" Slyly she says, "..... um.... hm.... maybe we could have.... hm... a burger?"
Grinning, daddy says, "we don't have any burgers. Mommy, did you pack any burgers?" "No, I don't have any burgers."
Helpfully yet somewhat desperately she says, "we could get a burger."
"Where?" said a coy daddy.
"Um, maybe right there, at "Friendly's" (sometimes she gets her burger joints mixed up.)

No kid can resist the call of the Golden Arches... like a lighthouse on a stormy night, it calls them in.

PS There are Harris Teeter grocery stores here. I was immediately thrilled, knowing some of my favorite blogs post HT deals. Yes, I have already checked the blogs and created a list of things I can get for free or cheap =) Yes, I am so addicted to this that I WANT to do it on vacation!

PPS Yes, I was concerned about posting that we were out of town. Then I realized that any stranger who reads this doesn't know where we live and anyone who DOES know where we live knows there's nothing worth stealing =) haha

Major Movie Meltdown

2009-06-15T07:17:00.004-04:00

So yesterday after church we ate lunch and hit the pool. When we came home, we all decided that we would eat dinner, watch a movie and go to bed. After baths I turned on the TV and saw High School Musical 3 was just about to begin. Nat was THRILLED!
The girls felt compelled to don dress-up clothes during the first musical number and we all danced and danced. It was great.
The only problem was that my girls kept fighting. Someone was crying about something every 5 minutes. Jules punched Nat in the back, Jules wouldn't dance with Nat so Nat pulled her hair.... you know, all that sisterly love stuff. Finally, I'd had enough and gave a tough warning "The next time you two fight, I turn the movie off."
Well, we made it through Gabriella and Troy's first duet when a blood curdling scream cut the peppy background music. I said nothing. I didn't look to see who had done what to whom. I simply walked quietly up to the TV and turned it off.
Immediately, Nat began to cry and scream. "NO! Me want movie!" (she doesn't really talk like that, she just picked this up from a friend and is in a stage, oh well.) The tantrum went on for probably 15 minutes. It could have been more or less. It just felt like forever. I knew she was VERY upset, but I also knew that I had to stand firm or my warnings would never mean anything.
Finally I put Jules to bed, took Nat into my room and we laid down, read a story and we too went to bed. It was around 8:30 pm. We needed it.

Anyway, the whole reason for the story was not an expose on her bad behavior. She really is a very good girl. All kids just have their moments and this was hers. However, I just HAD to share (and preserve for her later years) some of what was said during the tantrum. Of course, I can't remember the exact words as it went on and on, and they were shouted and blubbered through red-faced grunting and tears, but here are some examples:

"Can't you just turn the TV on so I won't have to be upset anymore? "
"I am so mad at you. You are the meanest mother. I never wanted a mother."

"But Julsie did it. She was was being mean. It's so hard with a baby sister. I was thinking we would just have one baby. When I was a little sister, you said, 'we are having another baby' and I just thought we were going to have one baby! Can't we give Julia to someone else? I just get so aspirated with her!"

ME, fighting back the laughter: "You don't really want to give Julia away, do you? Look at her over there."

"But it's just so hard with a little sister! I get so aspirated with her.

ME: "I know, I know what it is like to be the big sister. I was Aunt Jess's big sister. I know, it's hard. They bother you and be mean and then you get in trouble for it. I know it's hard honey."

"I just had it in my mind that we were just going to have one baby. She makes me so aspirated."
"Can't you turn the movie on so I won't be mad at you anymore?"
"Me want movie, me want movie, me want movie."

In the end, we read a story and cuddled. I said, "remember when you watered you flower in the sink and all the dirt came out and filled the sink and you came and got mommy and daddy? You were afraid we would be mad, but we weren't and we were happy you came and told us so we could help?"
"Yeah"
"What if I would have said, 'I never wanted a daughter like you!' How would you have felt?"
"Bad"
"How do you think mommy felt when you said, 'I never wanted a mother like you'? You don't have to answer, just think about it. Just think about how I felt."

Oh Motherhood. The Joys, Trials and Tribulations.

Graduation!

2009-06-15T07:01:00.002-04:00

Well, at the end of May, we had our final day of preschool for the year. It was at Mrs. B's house and she did a TERRIFIC job putting together a special day for the girls. She really went overboard.... but that's Mrs. B! First they made their own visors. Then there was an awards ceremony where they received certificates for completing the year. It was signed by all our the mom-teachers and had a picture of the group in the background. It was so cute. Then, as gifts, they received a bag and pink cup with their NAME on it! Inside the bag were tons of goodies including a purse and candy necklace, book of puzzles, and smelly lotion. We then had a wonderful picnic lunch with flower shaped sandwiches. It was a very nice way to end a very fun preschool year.

Please Take A Moment...

2009-06-12T12:35:00.004-04:00

to pray for the family of Trooper Joshua D. Miller. Trooper Miller was killed in the line of duty on Sunday, June 7, 2009, near the Poconos. He leaves behind a wife, Angie, and three daughters, (16, 12 and 2).

A suspect who had kidnapped his own 9 year old son led police on a 40 minute chase. The chase ended when Tpr. Miller used the PIT maneuver to send the suspect's car spinning. As some troopers went to the passengers side to rescue the child, Tpr. Miller, followed by Tpr. Lombardo, approached the driver's side. A gun battle ensued leaving Tpr Lombardo wounded and Tpr Miller fatally shot in the thigh and chest. The suspect was also killed.

Tpr Miller was laid to rest today, one day before his 35th birthday.

Please keep the family and his fellow officers in your prayers as they will certainly be struggling with the loss of this wonderful father, devoted husband, hard working and motivated trooper.

Tpr. Miller is the 92nd Trooper to die in the line of duty in the PSP's 105 yr history. (The last Tpr. killed in the line of duty was Cpl. Joseph Pokorny - near Pgh - in 2005. ) Every time a Tpr. is killed, it is not only a loss to the family and to the State Police, but also to the entire state as a whole.

Do YOUR part to keep them safe. Although you will likely never engage in a gun fight or rob a bank, by speeding and disobeying traffic laws you are forcing the law enforcement agent to put his life at risk. Making simple traffic stops, with cars, trucks and semis whizzing by at 70+ mph, can actually be one of the most dangerous aspects of the job. Now, I've gotten a ticket before too, but in recent years I have really began to think differently about speeding: Is whatever I'm late for really worth risking an officer's life?

For more info on Tpr. Josh Miller and the incident, click here.

Sunday Pic

2009-06-03T09:34:00.002-04:00

I know, this was any easy way to get up a quick pic... kinda cheatin'

In Case You're Wondering...

2009-06-03T09:26:00.003-04:00

I'm still alive.
And so are John and the kids.
I've actually been avoiding blogging since I know I am so far behind. I've been spending my free time going to the gym, looking on-line at houses and floor plans, and worrying. (Maybe I'll ask you all for some advice in upcoming posts.)

Oh, and I have not only been neglecting the blog, but I've been a complete idiot when it comes to honoring people's special days and spending cards. If I've forgotten to send you something on your special day, please forgive me. I have remembered them all... I just can't manage to get myself together enough to send you something. I actually haven't given my mom her mother's day card or gift, my parents their anniversary card or gift, or acknowledged a gift from a friend. Yeah. I feel like a total jerk.

I also forgot about Nat's last day of preschool.

No, I'm not pregnant. =)
Let's see if I can get a pic or two up here.

In Her Own Words

2009-05-13T07:27:00.003-04:00

Instead of some long story or explanation of these events, we'll let Nat tell you in her own words:

While making a craft for Mother's Day: Very grown-up voice "We will glue this here and then... Are we like Martha?!"

While talking with Daddy: Daddy: "You know, you are very lucky to have a mommy and daddy that love each other. It helps us be parents and have a better family and ..." Nat: "But Sana speaks English." ??????

While sitting on the couch one morning: "Mom, go get dressed. Go get dressed!" "I will," I said. "Mom, go get dressed NOW!" "Ok, ok, why?" I said. In her excited, but telling a secret, soft voice "Because when you go back to get dressed.... we're going to sneak in and look at your boobs!" "WHAT!!??" "Yeah, hurry up, go back and get dressed."

When frustrated with Julia: "Mom. Sometimes it's hard with a sister!"

In the car the other day: "Sometimes it's hard with a mother."

While at Giant, I'm in the check-out and have scooted the cart (w/ the girls inside) to the end of the aisle. I hear fussing from Nat: "What honey, what," I said. "What about this?" she siad, handing me a 1x3" piece of plain white paper... "Yeah, it's a piece of paper," thinking she had found it on the floor there, "we don't have to buy it." "But for my donut," she said. Then it hit me. She had brought her purse with her and that strip of paper was one of the "dollars" I had cut for her Dora cash register. "Oh oh oh!," I said, "Yes, you need to pay for your donut." So I picked her up and she handed it to the cashier. =)

She frequently runs to mom and dad and excitedly announces: "Jules said her first word! (insert word here)!"

And one for Julsie --- whenever she is really REALLY irritated with her Natalie: "ROAR!"
She actually looks at her sister and says "roar" in her loudest angriest voice. Too cute.

Sunday Pics

2009-05-05T15:04:00.002-04:00

Daddy wasn't home to do his usual Sunday pics, but they looked so cute this week that I had to do it. Nat is wearing one of her favorite dresses (picked out and bought for her by daddy's friend Tim) and Jules is wearing a new dress from Nana that she got for her birthday =) Both girls are wearing their new flower clips I made on Monday (pic to follow).

"Foreshadow of a Fatality"

2009-05-05T14:17:00.002-04:00

Alternatively titled: "Better than a Butterball"

Now, those of you who know John, know that he has always been a very motivated and disciplined person. He succeeds in life and in reaching his goals by harnessing his inner drive and using proven techniques. In addition to his persistance (which is how he obtained both his lovely wife and his fulfilling job), he uses visualization and planning. He has always been a strong believer in writing down your objectives and goals, reviewing them, and assessing your progress. Just ask his personal training clients and students

Case in point: About 6 weeks ago, Toby wrote the ominous message you see here (see the 28th) on our April calendar. Oh, not the "8pm - 6am OT"..... the "I Kill Turkey!" part.

As you can see by the pictures below, including the date-stamp. I think he can check this "goal" of his list as "completed."

BEFORE: AFTER:

Parties 3 and 4

2009-05-05T11:02:00.006-04:00

Here are a couple pics from the party we had later Thursday evening with Daddy. Once again, we opened presents, sang Happy Birthday (4th time), and ate more cupcakes. Natalie even got a present for being a great big sister - a Tinkerbell jewelry/treasure box. Very cool.
Then on Friday, her actual birthday, we headed up to Nana and Pop-pop's. [we had to stop about an hour after we started because I was completely falling asleep. I think it was partly due to the sunlight. I got an iced coffee at McD's and the girls got (free) ice cream cones. We played outside at the PlayPlace as it was a gorgeous day and I was hoping the caffeine would start working. Then, we sat parked on I-80 in construction induced traffic for a while, finally getting up to 40 mph -ugh! I just wanted to make it home for dinner!]
When we finally got in, we had another little party for JJ. We sang before the presents (5th time) and also again before we ate the birthday cake (6th time). Here is a video from us singing. =) Does she enjoy being the birthday girl???

WARNING: This may be hazardous to sensitive ear drums.

J's B-day Pt 2 - "Meet My Little Friends"

2009-05-01T17:12:00.004-04:00

Thursday morning we had Julia's friends over to celebrate. Big sisters were invited too so Nat was loving the play time as well. (I was loving the time with the moms.) The kids played and downed some snacks while a Barbie movie played in the background. Finally we brought out the cupcakes, candles and presents. Julia LOVED being the birthday girl. Absolutely loved it. We even sang "Happy Birthday" to her three times - she just ate it up!

And they ALL ate up the birthday cake..... (they didn't seem to mind that they "weren't much")

Oh, and smart moms strip their kids when eating =)

And we finished up the day with presents (which she loved as well) and playing outside. See the scooter brigade? A sign of the season to come. =)

Julia Turns 2!!

2009-05-01T00:04:00.005-04:00

That's right. On Friday, April 24, my little Julsie Pulsie turned 2! Since we were heading to Nana and Popop's that day, we celebrated with Daddy and our friends on the 23rd. In total, we had three parties for her =) I will show you pics and tell you stories from each one, but here are some pics of the cupcakes I made for her big day.

Luckily I did not delete them (like Nat's). For only my second time using a pastry bag, I think they came out cute. I'm starting with easy =)

I told Nat she could help me make the cupcakes, but timing just did not work out well and I ended up working on these during the night. When she woke in the morning, I was in the shower. She came to me sobbing. After deciphering the cry-speak I realized she wasn't in pain or in danger. "Mom, did you make the cupcakes without me?!" "Yes, honey, I had to get them done last night before the party, but I left 7 cupcakes for you to decorate." "Seven?" "uh huh" "That's a lot"

When I got out of the shower I found she had pulled up a chair to the high kitchen counter and was looking at the cupcakes. I came out to her and could tell she liked them. With her serious and soft voice she looked at me with those big doe eyes and said,

"Well mom, they're not much.... but you did a great job."

"They're not much" ..... hahaha Where does she get this stuff?

"Al Rescate Amigos, To the Rescue My Friends"

2009-04-30T23:08:00.003-04:00

Go Diego Go! Or should I say "Go Daddy Go"

First, can you tell I've been to my parents house the last 2 weekends in a row? Out of the last 15 days, I've been gone 9 of them. Ugh. It always takes me a while to recoup from those trips and so I have a LOT to catch you up on.

Speaking of catching....

We went back to my parents the weekend of the 18th to look at houses. Upon unloading the truck, I immediately went to the fridge to get some water. .... and I heard a strange scratching/clawing noise coming from the room we call the "furnace room" (It obviously contains the furnace, but is where we come in and hang our coats, take off our shoes, etc.)

Anyway, I hear this strange noise and cautiously creep to the room, afraid of what I'd find. "scratch scratch... scratch a scratch" Holy mackerel. My ears weren't playing tricks on me. The noise was real and coming from the furnace pipes. Immediately my imagination kicks into over-drive: "Could it be one of those stinkin' barn cats that hangs around here?"

Just then, John peaks his head in the house and yells for the keys. I yell up to him "Um, hun, can you come down here? I need you!" Now, mom was in the other room playing with the kids and I did not want to disturb them or alert them to the situation..... the situation being a wild beast in the house!

John came down and I filled him in. In short order, he heard the sound too. "Is it a mouse?" he said. We both knew that that noise was coming from something much larger than a little mouse. With his trained ear, John was able to pinpoint the beast's location pretty well. "It's right there!"

There is a little pivoting hatch on the pipe near the beast's determined locale. I grab a broom and John rigs it so I can keep the door open using the broom handle. He alerts my mother and looks for the flashlight. "Hey, how did I get the job holding the door for the beast?!!" There John is, 15 feet away, on tip-toe, peering into the hole with the flashlight. There I am, feeling super vulnerable, 4 ft from the pipe, on tip-toe, arms in the air... I don't know, but I was way too close for comfort if you ask me.

Right about this point, the beast starts scratching furiously and puffs of soot exude from the hatch door. He's trying to get himself up the pipe! I'm totally about ready to pee my pants now. Then, I said, "maybe it's a duck."
"A duck?" he said, doubtfully. "Why would a duck be in there?"
About a minute later, John sees the beast cross in front of the hatch.... "It's a duck!" "It's a duck?" I say. "Well, a duck or a big huge rat" he says "I'm not sure."

We prop the hatch open (without my skills being required) and shut the furnace room doors. We talk with my mom who recalls them finding ducks in my gram's chimney before. She also mentions the layout of the duct system and the clean-out located under the deck. John remembers he has left Jazzy outside and goes to get her.

Five minutes later, John enters the house with this:

A soot covered female duck! He brought her right into the house for all of us to see.

He said that he first checked up on the roof and then went under the deck. He found the clean-out, opened the door and there she was, facing out.... almost like she was just waiting for him. Of course, when she focused on him, she turned to run back into the duct. Luckily he caught her.

After having the chance to pet her, we all went outside to release the duck .... in the yard I thought.... Nope. Not John. He and his trusty companion walked clear down to the bridge, climbed the guard rail, carefully descended the bank, and placed the little duck gently into the water. Duckie gave herself a quick bath, dunking her head in the stream, and glided off - none the worse for wear.

Once again, Daddy, the Animal Rescuer, saves the day!

PS For you animal aficionados, we are guessing that she was a female wood duck. With all the soot, it really was hard to tell. Since wood ducks build nests in tree holes and not on the ground, we assume she was looking to make a nest in mom and dad's chimney when she took a wrong turn... straight down.

Movie Stars?

2009-04-15T15:08:00.005-04:00

Let's see if this works. If so, it will be the first time I have been able to post video on my blog! I am kind-of technologically challenged so this could be a bust.

If not, this is just some random video of the girls jumping around on my bed and being silly.

The Eggstravaganza

2009-04-14T02:10:00.000-04:00

We colored eggs on Saturday. Nat had been waiting and waiting. (She has already asked when we are coloring eggs again. "Next year?! But that will be so long, I know it will.") Jules was super enthused to participate this year and actually did a pretty good job of leaving them in the dye. On the other hand, she was a little over zealous to crack the eggs. She was really stressing Nat and me out because she kept cracking them before they were colored. Daddy saved the day. "Julsie, you have to be careful with the eggs, like they are babies." Immediately, Jules and Nat held eggs in their hands and rocked and snuggled them to their faces like little babies.

Daddy and I each had one egg to dye. I did mine in a star-burst pattern with white, yellow and orange (used tape.) Luckily Daddy has a wife who remembers her art classes and could produce a perfect brown for his egg. Brown? Along with green, he made a beautiful camo egg. Yes, nothing says "spring" like camo.

As was tradition in the Graham house, the girls hid their baskets for the Easter Bunny to find. (The bunny fills them and hides them in a new spot.) Here is a pic of Nat hiding her's in the shoe closet. Apparently Jules thought that was a pretty great idea and decided to hide her's there too.

Although Daddy wasn't home when we all woke up that morning (he wasn't home yet from work), there was no stopping the finding fun. The bunny had been there! Before I went to bed, I set out presents from us and Nana and Pop pop too. N&P sent (for each) an Easter dress, another outfit and candy! (mmm including that yummy chocolate peanut butter egg made by Sugar Lake Church.)

Making Madness

2009-04-14T01:33:00.004-04:00

We began our Easter festivities bright and early on Friday morning. We headed over to the Hershey Outlets for their annual egg hunt/grab. When we got there, the place was so packed that we struggled to find a parking spot finally finding one behind the outlets in a semi-construction zone. After hustling the girls through the mess of people, we arrived at the "scene" just as they were yelling "go." We hustled to Nat's age group and luckily, a friend yelled to us and we got Nat wormed in beside another mom friend. It was crazy. It was madness. For those of you who've been to the spillway in Linesville, it was like that, but instead of carp, it was 4 and 5 year olds. Candy was flying, parents were yelling and holding their cameras above the crowd to take pics of the mayhem. Being late combined with Nat's mild temperament, she was out of luck when it came to the candy dept. I mean really out of luck. She didn't even get one piece... until our sweet friend gave each of the girls a lollipop from her bag. =) Hmm. A little sacrificial giving -- It may be Easter after all.

Later, we had our friends, K & K over to make and decorate some cut-out cookies. Here are the cuties with some of their creations. Much of the icing was simply licked from the tops of cookies and we made a big mess, but had a good time. The mess is half the fun, right? At least it is in our house. Poor little K kept saying "Messy... Messy."

John tried one and said it was the best sugar cookie he has ever eaten!!!! I got the recipe from my friend's blog..... The Gourmet Mom herself! Inspired by her valentine cookies, I experimented with Royal Icing (after the kids were in bed.) For my first try, I think they turned out ok. Not professional, but I learned a lot.

Can anyone tell me where my healthy eating trend got off course?

Isn't it Ironic

2009-04-14T00:17:00.004-04:00

That I just blogged about how we were doing pretty well with our healthy eating and going to the gym and from Saturday through Monday I crashed and burned!!!! Oh well, tomorrow is another day, right?

Was it the cookies (next post)? the super yummy creamy and sweet peanut butter eggs.... from a church down the road from my parent's house... that I haven't had in years. mmmm mmmmm
What was I saying?

Still Shopping for Deals

2009-04-11T20:22:00.003-04:00

Let's see.... This week I got boxes of Shredded Wheat for $0.20 per box, free rice cakes, 3 cans of dole pineapple for $1 and Kraft Salad Dressing for $0.17 per bottle.

I got 4 John Frieda hair care items (shampoo etc.), 2 mentos gums, and 24 ct Sudafed for $1.31.

Here are is a great coupon to be used at any Rite Aid now through 4/30/09. $5 off any $25 purchase (combine that with manufacturer coupons and rebates to get great deals). Click here and you can print out as many coupons as you'd like.

Gym Update

2009-04-11T07:53:00.002-04:00

Since John can't lift super heavy right now anyway, he suggested we work out together a few weeks ago. I thought it was just a one-time thing, but the next day, when child care wasn't available and I couldn't go, he said, "oh. I was kind-a looking forward to lifting with my new lifting partner." I was so touched! Seriously.

Ever since, whenever we can swing-it, we try to go together. We are both also trying to eat better and are supporting each other in it. We've been eating pretty well for 2.5 weeks now. We're eating every 3 hours, lots of lean protein with each meal, no/little processed carbs, simple carbs only after work-outs. We've had "cheats" once each week.

We took "before" pictures of John right at the beginning. I made him take "before" pictures of me 2 nights ago. I wanted to hurry and get mine taken before I got all "fit." Yeah. I definitely did not wait too long. Yuck! John said the pics look way worse than real life, "That's not what I see," he said. I said, "Yeah, but that's because you love me." =)

Oh well. I think I just need to get used to the idea that my body will never look exactly like it did before I had kids. Not that it won't look fine, but just that it will be different. Ok. Now I'm going to read my previous post about giving ourselves a break.

Oh!!! One major benefit of working out more: I had to run the other day so I could get out of the rain.... and I wasn't winded!!!!! I was THRILLED. I used to be short of breath after only a few yards. I was so happy. That is my main goal in all this good eating/exercising - to live a healthier, longer life and to be able to get strong enough to handle my own weight (you know, in case I'm ever in some Rambo-esque survival situation and need to scale fences, pull myself up a jungle vine, etc. You know... I'm sure you think about stuff like that too. ;)

Life is Full of Teaching Opportunities: Today - Anatomy

2009-04-10T08:31:00.005-04:00

- As Julia is getting her jammies on -

Jules (pointing to her chest): boob
Mom: Yep, that's your booby
Nat: (quickly turning from what she was doing) Jules has boobs!?!?
Mom: Yeah, so do you.
(she pulls down the neck of her jammies to see)
Mom: See that little dot? That's your boob.
Nat: (quizzical look)
Mom: Eventually they grow.
Nat: And grow and grow and grow and grow??
Mom: Yep (really thinking: well, if you're anything like me, probably just grow, not grow and grow=)
Nat: They'll grow and grow until I have milk in my body?
Mom: Yep, when you have a baby you'll get milk in your body
Nat (with enthusiasm/awe): And I'm going to feed my babies all the time.....
Mom: uh huh
Nat: and I'll never ever put milk in a cup.
Mom: Pretty cool, huh. And did you know, only girls can do that. Only girls can have babies in their belly and only girls can feed babies - Boys can't.
Nat: but boys can suck
Mom: yes, baby boys can drink milk .... Okay!! who's ready to brush teeth?

Black Lab, Black-top

2009-04-07T14:47:00.004-04:00

I've been avoiding this post....

Jazzy got hit by a car. I know. I know. Let the criticism roll. "What" "How could you!" "Didn't your other..."
I know!

I am telling you. We are NOT terrible owners! I swear.

Instead of leaving Jazzy in Harrisburg with friends, or at home with Nana and Pop-pop, we took her with us to the SRU show. She hung out in the large, capped bed of our truck with her fluffy bed. During the break between pre-judging and the night show, John parked at the end of a long empty parking lot, beside a pond. He took out a ball and threw it for her to run her a little. (I stayed in the truck, out of the damp weather, and did Sudoku).

I heard a short, high-pitched noise. I thought it was Jaz and John at the back of the truck. When I didn't hear any corresponding opening of the tailgate, I looked up. Jazzy was sitting alone by the pond and John was about 20 yards ahead of her. A silver car pulled up to John and stopped to talk to him. ... I thought maybe John knew the person but John looked up at me, he gave me a "look." I knew something was wrong. I put my head down, trying to avoid the situation - whatever it was - and continued Sudoku.

When John and Jazzy came to the truck he informed me she had been hit by that silver car. The short high-pitched noise I had heard was the car's brakes. Ugh. John had checked the road, hadn't seen any cars, commanded Jaz to sit, and crossed into the parking lot to a garbage can about 15 ft away from her. In that time, the car had come down the lot and Jaz stepped right out in from of it.

We immediately brought her into the cap, checked her out and headed to the store. John was going to go to the grocery store, but I said "NO!! Pull into Rite Aid... I have a gift card." We got saline wash, gauze, tape, and neosporin.... $20 worth of stuff and we paid $0.00 out of pocket! Impressive, I know!

Ok, so back to Jaz. She was still able to walk around well, but was shaken. Her leg was scraped up on the right side, but her left side really suffered some damage. There was a clean, scalpel-like cut from her "ankle" to her "knee." Luckily no muscle or tendon was damaged and there wasn't much blood. It was just her skin..... but it totally looked like it looks when you are skinning deer. Gross. We could have put our fingers inside her skin and wrapped them around her whole internal leg.

Anyway... John took her to the vet when he got back home and they gave her stitches. The vet complimented our emergency wound care and Jaz is doing great. Yesterday John and I removed her stitches without incident.

I have been dreading this confession, but there it is.

Mr SRU 2009

2009-04-06T23:05:00.004-04:00

I remember John coming home and telling me about lots and lots of kids that came through the weight room at AAAA North Hills High School -many of whom we really just loved and if I highlighted each, this post would be a mile long. He talked about crazy strength, awesome natural talent in their sport, excellent work ethic, but only once did he say "If he really wanted to be, (ie works hard enough), he could be an amazing body builder."

Who is the "he" John was talking about? None other than Mr. SRU 2009, Dave Turk. (Oh, and let me add another title which he earned the week after his SRU win - NPC Natural Ohio Junior Champion=)

Sunday, March 29, eleven years after John competed in the same show, Turk won the SRU Heavy-weight division, the Open Heavy-weight division, the Mr. SRU overall and Open overall titles. Amazing job Turk.

John has known Turk since 2001 or 2002 and they have a special little bond. We were so proud and so happy to be there to watch him. He looked amazing, is 100% NATURAL (unlike some of the other contestants), is a hardworker, and an all-around good kid.

Congratulations Turk! Can't wait to see you do the next one! We are very proud of you.

PS the cute girl in the pic is Turk's girlfriend, Colleen. She did the 17 week strict diet along with Turk and lost 35-40 lbs to do the show. She worked VERY hard and looks great. I know Turk was super proud of her too.

3 Police Officers Killed in Pittsburgh

2009-04-06T17:07:00.005-04:00

I really don't even know what to say about this. It really "hit home" for me on multiple levels. We spent the first 5 years of our marriage in Pgh and it is still "home" for me. That, coupled with John's occupation... well, I just can't tell you how devastated I am for the Kelly, Sciullo and Mayhle families. Nothing I could say here can begin....

Please pray for these families and for all your law enforcement personnel who literally put their lives in danger each and every day - not for thrills, not for glory, but simply to try to help others.

UPDATE: John just forwarded this to me:

A memorial fund has been established to benefit the families of fallen Pittsburgh City Police Officers Eric Kelly, Stephen Mayhle, and Paul Sciullo II, who were lost their lives in the line of duty on April 4, 2009. Those who wish to contribute may do so at the following address:

Pittsburgh Fallen Heroes Fund
Greater Pittsburgh Police Federal Credit Union
1338 Chartiers Avenue
Pittsburgh, PA 15220

Telephone Number: 412-922-4800
E-Mail Address: www.pittsburghpolicefop.org

Donated money may be designated “For the Children," "College Fund," or “Widows," etc.

Rags to Riches

2009-03-28T18:13:00.005-04:00

It all began on a beautiful fall day in Hershey, PA. The family went on a tour of a local farmers market with Natalie's preschool group. While there, John learned of the versatility of the, oftentimes overlooked, gourd. And we all know, when John hears an interesting idea he HAS to try it.

And so, the process began. Once the perfect gourd was procured - it sat. It sat and sat and sat in our outdoor closet. It sat all winter. It was busy though, growing a gnarly film of mold over it's entire surface. Finally, this Spring, John removed it from it's hibernating spot, wiped away the velvety cover, scrubbed it smooth with some steel wool and then soaked it in a bleach solution. Next, he drilled some holes (after researching the appropriate size), primed it, painted it with 3 coats of paint and 3 coats clear coat and added embellishment.

OH! And what is this latest project? A bird house fashioned after a Hershey's Kiss of course - a sort of souvenir from our time here in Chocolate Town.

Totally Forgot About That!

2009-03-27T23:41:00.003-04:00

So, I was talking with my sister the other night and she reminded me of something I had TOTALLY forgotten about.

Picture it. 2004. Dark Auditorium full of people. A dozen bronzed and glistening men standing in Speedo-esque posing trunks standing on stage. With every last bit of strength in their starving, carb-deprived bodies, they attempt to reveal their best physical attributes. A voice rings out during a serendipitous break in the crowd murmur,

"Come on baby! Show that little thingy again!"

Um, let's just say that the silence was broken.

(Just to be clear, I was talking about the tear drop muscle directly over his knee. The crowd was apparently not thinking of the same "little thingy.")

Accountability at the Gym - A Real Look in the Mirror

2009-03-24T09:44:00.002-04:00

I went to the gym 3 times last week. I didn't eat the greatest though. We went to a friend's house on Wednesday and I was tempted with some vegetable pizza. When it comes down to it, I need to plan better. I can see the words on the shirt participants in John's "Transformation Challenge" class received: "Failure to Plan is Planning to Fail." I need to make sure I have good food ready and available. Oh well I'll try better this week.

While there, I happened to pick up a magazine (which I never do.) I started flipping through some of the pics, I read a few lines from an article and kept reading. A woman wrote about seeing a picture of herself that was hanging on a friend's bulletin board. "Oooh! I hate that picture of myself. Why would you hang that up?!" It was a picture of her laughing whole heartedly with her mouth wide open and eyes squinting and wrinkly. Looking at her friend, she knew she had offended her. Her friend said, "I love that picture of you. When you laugh you completely let go and there is just this pure whimsy about you." Over the next few weeks, she started to notice that if a friend had a picture of her displayed, it was of her laughing. Somehow, her friends saw something in her that she couldn't see.

The author went to another friend's house and saw a picture of the friend on the refrigerator. She was rail thin. "Why do you have that picture up?" "It's my favorite picture of myself." It was a picture taken right after the woman had come home from India, where she caught dysentery!!!!! The author remembered all of their friends helping to nurse the woman back to health. She could eat nothing but broth for weeks, had no strength, and was practically bed-ridden. Why on earth would that be her favorite picture? It only reminded the author of terrible times.

Isn't it funny how we see ourselves? I typically hate pictures where I'm really smiling. The sides of my nose pull up while the tip pulls down, making it look gi-nourmas. You can see my one funky tooth that always reminds me I should have kept better track of my retainers (lost one, broke the other). Oh, and I hate it if my eyes are squinty. That's my favorite feature and if you can't see them, I figure there is no other redeeming quality.

Then, I think about it. While it may horrify me, no one has ever run when I laughed because of my "monstrous" appearance. I KNOW that I can be super critical of myself in all areas of life, not just appearance. (Try NOT being critical with a double shower door made of glass in front of a 3ft by 5ft mirror) ...... And so, sometimes I will close my eyes and say "Let me see myself as other people see me" and then open my eyes. I find I'm more forgiving =)

Don't get me wrong, I am all for getting healthy and being the best YOU you can be. But sometimes, our distorted view of ourselves can depress us and almost paralyze us into inaction. If you are like me (and I think a lot of women are... and worse) give yourself a break. Try to see yourself as other people see you - without the harsh lenses of self-criticism. Remember, God made you who you are. You are just as you are supposed to be (funny nose and all).

Our Sunday Pics

2009-03-23T18:12:00.001-04:00

Two Little Monkeys

2009-03-20T23:54:00.009-04:00

So, I come into the girls' room and found this:

"Jules! How did you get up there?... wait, let me get my camera.
...... OK .... How did you get up there?"
Big smile from Julsie.
I try to take her down, but she just screams.
"Nat, do you know how Jules got up there?"
"I don't know"
"How, how did she get up there? Did you help her?"
"No, I don't know how."
I'm skeptical. I go to take her down again and she just screams. I say, "Jules, I'm just taking you down so you can show me how you got up there." She was fine once I said that and gave me step by step instructions:

Step 1 (not pictured) Place your right foot on the bottom dresser handle
Step 2 Place your left foot onto the crib and pull up to a standing position

Step 3: Place your right foot on dresser, and using crib for leverage, pull yourself up to dresser top

Step 4: Grin from ear to ear along with your mentor

To the tune of "Oh be careful little ears" or "There's a spider on my head"

Oh, I have two little monkeys in my house

They're much louder and much larger than a mouse

Oh I have two little monkeys

They really are quite funny

Oh I have two little monkeys in my house

Bargain Bonanza

2009-03-20T23:25:00.004-04:00

Pic 1 - Weis - at least $40 worth (that is w/the sale price) for $13

Pic 2 - Target - $6.50 (I used 16 coupons)

Pic 3 - Rite Aid - $29 worth for $6 (w/out sales it was at least $43 worth of merchandise) I paid nothing out of pocket because I had a $10 RA gift card from last month's promotion

No transactions with big profits this week, but I did get some pretty good deals. Most of it was stuff I desperately needed. Those things which I didn't NEED were usually free.

Spring Has Sprung

2009-03-20T22:55:00.004-04:00

I love Spring. I love the feel of the sun on my face, the smell of the dirt and the growing vegetation. - Love it. Today is the first day of Spring. The Vernal Equinox. I think you were supposed to be able to stand an egg on it's end today. I told that to John last night (all excited-like.) He wasn't too impressed. He said, "I can do that any day." (It's a good thing that I always know he is only trying to drive me absolutely crazy!)

Anyway, today was my day to teach preschool. Here are the cute things we did. Their snack was a "bird's nest" made of those La-Choy chow mein noodles coated in melted chocolate and butterscotch chips. Inside were M&Ms that look like little eggs (I think those are new this year) and a Peep starring as the mommy bird.

The second pic is their craft - more bird's nests and newborns. (PS don't think I'm that clever. I got the ideas from the web).

Our Little Troopers

2009-03-20T21:44:00.005-04:00

I know. Finally. I have some pictures uploaded.

For whatever reason, John has taught the girls the correct way to salute. Maybe it's because we're always jokingly saluting each other. You see, when either John or I get too big for our britches, the other salutes him/her, usually with a big goofy smile. (I always do a wrist-flourish accompanied by a zerbert/raspberry sound. Any tension that may have been felt is quickly washed away. Zerberts will do that.)

Anyway, both girls can now salute. I really wish I had a video of this. Jules puts her right and up to the proper position, then whips it down to her side with such a fervor. ..... Then, she tips her head back and laughs hysterically - so do we.

Flippin' Out?

2009-03-11T23:14:00.006-04:00

Upon further review of my last post and consideration of my potential readers (all the people who can view it.... I know MOST of them do not read it, but if they would), I think I should clarify a few points.

First, I'm SURE most of you who are flipping out are doing so over my very controversial statement, "No Wal-Mart." I want to calm your fears and assure you that I have not lost my mind. I just mean WMHB really. I'd still probably go to others, just those stores NOT in crime ridden areas.

Second, it's unlikely, but there are, perchance, a few of you flipping over something else I said.... the part about wives submitting to your husbands. As I imagined the response of certain friends, family and acquaintances, I thought it would behoove me (and my husband) to expound.

The verses I was referring to are Ephesians 5:22 and Colossians 3:18. Often, there are 2 types of nut-jobs who take these verses out of context purposefully distorting the words of the Bible in order to discredit it and make it sound archaeic and irrelevant. The first kind of Crazy is the mis-guided man who is trying to control his wife and treat her like a dog. Most of us can pick out those perfect talk-show-guest-weirdos and will have nothing to do with them. The second is, for lack of a better term, the liberal. I'm using this term to include feminists, athiests and other non-believers, and watered-down or feel-good "religious" groups. These people distort Biblical views and then supplant them with their own brand of reasoning which is made to sound logical and kind and accepting. Don't feel bad if you were flipping out about what I said, don't feel bad if you've been influenced by one of these 2 types of idiots - they are everywhere, they are mainstream, and they purposefully try to be palatable. But don't dismay. Feel good. If you actually happen to still be reading, you may just get a better understanding of these verses and the Biblical view of husbands and wives - not like I'm some expert, but I do pay attention at church.

First, let's look at this word "submit." Based on my knowledge of the Bible, I am thoroughly convinced that this does NOT mean that a wife must "keep her mouth shut" or not give her husband her opinion. It does not make her worth less than the man. Why?
1. When God created Adam (Gen.) he saw it was not good for him to be "alone." Keep in mind that he wasn't alone alone. The animals were already made. God initially created Eve as a "help meet" for Adam. A partner, a companion, a helper... NOT a servant, NOT property. God gave Adam "dominion" over the animals.... nowhere in this passage does it say "dominion" over Eve.
2. When married, the two are to become one flesh. How can you become one flesh if you disregard, ignore, abuse, etc. the one half?
3. Just because I have to "submit" to someone does not make me worthless. If you don't know this from employment experience (chain of command), well... you musn't have had a job yet. Additionally, the Bible tells us here to submit, but says in Proverbs that a good woman is worth more than rubies.

Next, let's look at the context of each verse. We don't even need to see the whole book or chapter. Just including an extra verse or two helps out. First, you should know that these books of the Bible (actually letters from a guy named Paul) were written in Greek (I'm almost positive, just going from memory here), and in Greek, there are three or four words for our one word "love." One is philos, or brotherly/friendly love (like Philadelphia). Another is eros, or passionate love (like erotic). Another is agape. This is the Greek word translated "love" in these two verses. Agape love in ancient Greek is used to mean content with, hold in high regard. Often it is seen in the New Testament being associated with self-sacrificing love. As you can see in Eph 5:25, it clearly says that husbands are to love your wives sacrificially (as Christ). In verses further down, it says that husbands should love their wives as their own flesh.

Eph 5
22. Wives, submit yourselves unto your own husbands, as unto the Lord.
23, 24
25. Husbands, love your wives, even as Christ also loved the church, and gave himself for it;

Col 3
18. Wives, submit yourselves unto your own husbands, as it is fit in the Lord.
19. Husbands, love your wives, and be not bitter against them.

Instead of looking at one verse and seeing one side of the story, we need to look at BOTH sides of the issue in context. Isn't marriage a "two-way street?" Doesn't it "take two to tango?" If we see a marriage as one unit (one flesh) made of two distinct parts and the symbiotic relationship between the two parts, we get a more complete understanding of this whole marriage thing.

Let me ask you this, if your husband is loving you sacrificially, more or as much as he loves his own flesh, will it be easy for you to submit to him? I argue you'll WANT to submit to a man like that - a man who always puts you first.

Let me ask you this, husband - if your wife respects you, makes you feel important and needed, actually listens to and HEARS what you are saying, values and appreciates you - will it be easy for you to love her sacrificially? I argue that you'll WANT to put her first, ahead of yourself.

You see, I truly believe:
-"submit" is not a demeaning word
-each person in a marriage has a role/purpose/job to do in order to make the partnership work
-God has set up a chain of command in families (like most jobs) to help things run smoothly
the accountability for that family ultimately lies with the man (the buck stops here kinda thing)
- a godly wife and mother is more valuable than rubies (Prov 31:10) and is the greatest asset a man can have

So, if you have read this far - thanks. If the word submit still makes you cringe, it's late and I may not have been a little (quite a bit) babbly. Email me and I can give you some more info and examples. If you think I'm crazy. That's OK too. If you feel sorry for me.... trust me.... don't. =)

My Final Trip to Wal-Mart

2009-03-11T00:27:00.004-04:00

Yes, that's what I said. I know some of you may be shocked by this statement as Wal Mart is THE place to go in your locale for deals, weekly socialization, etc. and maybe, just maybe I'll be persuaded to return to Wally world once I move, but Harrisburg Wal-Mart saw me for the last time - even if they decided to give away free ice cream.

So, today, like most days I venture to Wal-Mart in Harrisburg (WMHB), I arrived with two kids in tow and high hopes. I had a list of items that were on sale from the flyer and a blog. Guess what. I only got ONE item from that long list. Either they didn't carry the item, it wasn't on sale at our store or they were all out. Everything else I NEED may have been slightly lower in price, but once I factored in no coupon-doubling and no gas rewards ... there were no deals.

What's worse, I could have avoided wasting the whole morning if I had only listened to my husband. Yes, we've had a discussion about this joint in the past ... and it had nothing to do with deals. Initially, he said he didn't want me to go there. Then, he heartily requested that I never set foot in there.... then, he passionately demanded I never take my kids there. What did I do? I went anyway. In addition to his requests, I recently was with 4 of his colleagues and they EACH said they did not personally go there, did not allow their wives to go there, etc.

So anyway, at dinner I confess I had gone to Wal-Mart.
"What? You went to Wal-Mart?"
"Yeah, I went to Wal-Mart but won't be going back."
"You went to Wal-Mart?"
"Yeah, but I won't be going back."
"You went to Wal-Mart today? Wal-Mart in Harrisburg."
His face is now drawn and slightly flush. He explains there was a high-speed pursuit through the parking lot of WMHB today. A drug deal was going down, got busted, and the guy sped through the lot and tried to run-down John's friend.

Seriously. Can you imagine how terrible I felt? What's even worse-est, I am completely convicted by the verse "...wives, submit to your husbands..." I know better. I know better. I believe that verse, understand it, and completely went against it. There's a reason for every word in that Book. I'm glad I didn't learn that the hard way today.

It's the Little Things...

2009-03-08T07:41:00.012-04:00

It's the little things that make me happy. For example, I rented my first movie from RedBox on Wednesday. It was amazing and completely satisfying. First, the movie was FREE and you know I LOVE FREE! Second, you just walk up to this box, touch a screen and it gives you a DVD.... just like a candybar vending machine, only slower. Third, the box emails you a receipt and confirms return. (That part is both pretty neat and also a little bit scary.) Anyway, just a little thing that made me happy.

Another little thing: What do you want for dinner Nat? Ummm... popcorn. After a few nights of getting this answer, I picked up some kernels and started making it for us - the old fashioned way (in a pot). We've been eating popcorn every night since. (Did I forget to mention that on my accountability post? ooops) I even make it like kettle corn sometimes. So, the girls and I are in our pajamas, sitting on the couch, chomping away. (Nat is in a nightgown) She gets up and a pile of popcorn rolls from all angles into the indent left in the cushioh. She says, "mom can you eat that popcorn that was in my bum?" I just chuckle, say "sure," and pick up all the kernels so she can sit back down. As I'm cleaning, she's says, "Mom!" I look up and see her pull a little kernel from behind her. "This one really WAS in my bum!" I burst out laughing and say, "well I'm NOT eating that one! hahaha" Totally seriously, she says, "why not?"

It's the little things that keep me going each week.

Accountability Check

2009-03-08T07:29:00.002-04:00

Went to the gym 3 times this week. I think I would have gone more, but we had a house guest on Friday and to tell you the truth... my legs are KILLING me! My quads and hams hurt, but the joints where my legs hook to my body are super painful. They even hurt when I am just lying in bed. Ugh.
Eating? I did Ok. Not great. I had some brownie on Friday and Saturday morning (made them for our guest). I also picked at some fish I shouldn't eat. Other than that, I think I did okay.

How'd you do this week?

Speaking of the Gym

2009-03-01T23:59:00.003-05:00

Its a long story and you don't want to hear it, but I started going to the gym. I am know I am not nearly as fit and as healthy as I need to be, both for my physical and mental well-being.

Hey, I'm 30, have had 2 kids, and frankly, am disappointed in my lack of discipline. It is only going to get harder and harder for me to become fit as I get older and I know I need to make it a habit now.

We got a membership at Gold's for me right after I had Jules. Although we have a fitness room across the street, we thought Gold's would be best because they provide babysitting services. In the beginning, I would take the girls, but Nat really had a hard time with it and I was disgusted by the dirty conditions and lack of enthusiasm of the workers. A new Gold's opened and it was a lot better. My friend worked in the nursery and although it was farther away, it worked. I ended up quitting after some stupid circumstance that flipped me out.

Anyway, I finally had enough. I decided to start going again. I didn't even tell John. I had been to the gym 3 or 4 times before he knew it. You see, it took a lot of reckoning with myself and I've concluded that to be a good mom, I need to do this.
-One hour at the gym nursery will not irreparably harm my children.
-I am better able to serve them (for longer) if I am healthy
-Taking care of myself is a good example for them
-Being confident and happy with my discipline and body is only a good thing

Sometimes I think that there is a fine line between being a devoted mother and completely losing yourself in your kids. All the best mothers I know do SOMETHING they enjoy. Whether it be cooking, spinning, quilting, volunteering, reading, knitting, they do something they either enjoy, makes them feel useful, or both.

Why am I writing this? Two reasons.
1. In case anyone else is feeling the same way I was
2. I need your help! Please check in on me. Make comments on the blog or email me. Ask me if I'm being consistent. Be my accountability partners! I figure if I have you all to answer to, I'll be less likely to quit =) If you'd like, I'll be your buddy too. We can keep each other honest!

Doctor Doctor Give Me the News

2009-02-28T13:29:00.005-05:00

So, he got his results from bloodwork done on Wednesday. Everything looked fine - no Lyme Disease, etc. Over all, I think he was pleased. Well, except for one result - his testosterone was normal. That's right, he requested his testosterone be checked and yes, he was almost certainly disappointed it was fine. Why? One very important three letter word. NO! not THAT word (you think I'd blog about that?) Gym G-Y-M Gym. You see, he's always believed his levels had to be low. I mean, with all his effort, he should be massive, right?! If he had wonderfully low testosterone, he could go on steroids and it would be LEGAL, and he would get huge!! - his life-long dream. (Well, one of them - getting huge, being a trooper, having a boy)

Anyway, so, he's fine - except for his back. He is on some anti-inflammatory medication and it seemed to be helping at first. Now I don't think so. Nat is pretty worried about him. She often asks how he is feeling. Tonight, she was telling me a story and it involved her dad catching her. She said, "and we'll be jumping and daddy will ... well he can't because.... because his back." I assured her he'd be better soon and would be able to throw her around again soon.

He has been staying home from the gym to rest it ... and because he can't really bend over anyway. Instead, for the first few days of his hiatus, he'd get up, eat, and then find crazy things to look up on the Internet. He's researched buying gold, farming deer, buying a mini-van, flights to Montana. I was ready to scream. Luckily, that's over. I know, I know, I should be glad he researches things so thoroughly. Because of me, we're probably missing out on a multi-million dollar business in deer pee.

A Day in the Life

2009-02-25T22:16:00.004-05:00

Well today. Today was a pretty good day. We hit K-Mart and used our double coupons to get 2 free bags of Quakes (mini caramel rice cakes), one free Crest toothpaste, 2 - 18oz bags of Easter Candy for $1.75 each, and some Sudafed Nasal spray for $1.99 (reg $5.99)

Nat and Jules wore their pink princess dresses to the store and Nat also wore her light-up Ariel high heels. Even with their coats on top, they were still a hit.

While at K-Mart, Nat said,
"Maybe since we're being good, we can get a snack."
"Maybe, we'll see."
"Maybe we can go to Giant after this to get a snack or something."
"Oh, to Giant.... and what would you like to get at Giant?"
Eyes squinted, as if really pondering something, "hmmm. I don't kno-ow. Maybe a donut or something."
"Oh, maybe a donut! I bet I could have guessed that."
(I had to get some BOGO carrots for dinner, so I DID get each girl a donut... little stinkers)

When we got home, I got the mail. Yay! I love days like this! No bills and ..... One free sample from Always with $1 coupon, Pampers mailer with $1 coupon, one of the $10 gift cards that I've been expecting from Rite Aid, and a thank-you letter from Bounce-U (for having Nat's party there) enclosing 2 free tickets for admission!

Later, all of us went to mommy and daddy's doctor. He rocks. John got some blood work and didn't pass out and he is going to be seen for (a long over-due, if you ask me) consult with a neurologist specializing in SLEEP!

Later we had homemade stir-fry for dinner, Jules fell asleep in my arms, I helped Nat practice some somersaults and .... guiltily, I admit, I watched Idol.

All in all, a pretty good day =)

Gymnastics - Bring a Parent Day

2009-02-24T07:58:00.005-05:00

Monday, February 16 was Bring A Parent Day at gymnastics. We are always there, but this day, we were actually able to get on the floor and various apparatus with our kids. We did an obstacle course race, where we raced our child. We did a cart wheel, then a little balance beam, then a forward roll down a ramp, crawled under an arch and finally raced back to the finish line.

We got to jump on the trampoline, use a vault and jump in a pit full of foam blocks. The pit is used to try crazy things on the bars and stuff.... I guess. Our kids jump into it and then have to crawl back out (that's a work-out). Yes, I jumped on the tramp and yes, I wish I would have gotten myself some poise undergarments before going. Natalie was very excited to have us there and we were just as happy to be with her. Jules loved it.

Bargain Update

2009-02-21T23:45:00.012-05:00

Here are some pics of some of my recent bargain purchases. It's not all a bed of roses though. I was not prepared enough on Thursday, when we had guests over (post to follow), and was correspondingly slammed at the grocery store that day. Unfortunate. What does my husband say? "Failure to plan is planning to fail."

Rite Aid $6.47 Profit

Rite Aid this week: I didn't take a pic, but I got 12 Hershey candy bars, 2 Johnson's Baby washes, 4 Lady Speedstick deodorants and 2 Revlon mascaras for $2.30 Profit!

Old Navy: 2.14.09 I was able to score 2 pairs of men's jeans, sweatpants, a pair of socks for the girls, and a youth soccer ball and football for $4.02 You can see them here with my lovely model. Unfortunately (for me), John couldn't fit into even one item! I know he felt bad that all my hard work (and all the kids' patience) had gone to waste. But I also know he felt SUPER that his legs were too big for them!!!! We ended up taking them back and got one pair that fits for $15. Not great, but I knew it would be another 10 yrs before I got him to try anything on again.

CVS: Around $5 Profit. Here's what I got at Sharp Shopper for $16.52

Keep plugging away at those bargains - I am! Oh, and check out Hershey Coupon Clippers for savings news. I contribute there. There are also great links on that site which help you learn how to do it for yourself. I really like Money Saving Mom and Coupon Cravings, but those are just a couple!

The Irresistible Juji Fruit

2009-02-21T23:16:00.007-05:00

Jules is getting cuter and funnier every day. John said that she was "irresistible today." Here are a few updates on our little JJ.

1. She LOVES to be naked. If not constrained by a onesie, she will even take her diaper off. The other morning, she came out, pulled up her shirt, pounded on her belly and said, "Nake! Nake!" (Meaning she wanted help getting naked.) After a bath, she insists on running out to the living room to show off her little naked self to daddy. She does a little dance, squeals with delight, pounds on her belly, looks at herself and laughs.

2. She can now say many many words, but most of them are one syllable - even if they aren't supposed to be. For example
nake = naked buck = buckle pock = pocket

Hmmm, what are some of her other words.... hock (sock), make, hand, milk, more, peas (please), Nat, dog, deer, book, seat, baby, blankie, no (no, nose, snow, know, I don't know), sheah, (yes/yeah), puppy, pony, rella (cinderella, princess, I'm going to go get my princess dress, help me put on my princess dress)

3. She prays so nicely! She bows her head and folds her hands just perfectly. She even says "Ahhhh -Meee" at the end (Amen).

The other night, we were praying for dinner and Nat was taking an especially long time with her portion of the meal-time prayer. Jules was in her sweet little prayer position. Part way through, John kicked me under the table and motioned toward JJ. As I peaked, she slowly opened her eyes ever so slightly and checked to see that her dad and I were not looking. Then, she kept her left hand and head in the prayer position and slowly reached her right hand over to grab a couple Fritos and she popped them into her mouth. Apparently she just couldn't resist! John and I did all we could to keep from laughing, but once Nat said "Amen," Jules let out a huge "crunch" and we lost it!

Effective Marketing

2009-02-21T23:00:00.003-05:00

While watching the National Geographic Channel as a family, something was said that got me thinking about wild animals and their domestic counterparts. I said something along the lines of:

"Wait, there are wild horses and wild dogs, wild boars and wild cats, wild sheep and goats .... and that's where we get our domestic animals from. But what about cows? There are no wild cows are there? I mean, what about cows? Where do cows come from?"

"California!" said Nat.

Apparently the California "Happy Cow" campaign is a winner.

WE thought it was funny

2009-02-17T22:51:00.007-05:00

In the car, on the way home from the store:

Daddy: "...... well, the Bible teaches us that if we believe that Jesus is God's Son, and that he came to earth to save us, then we will go to heaven to be with God."

Nat: "Well, you know what Pop-pop teaches?"

Daddy and Mommy: a nervous "uhmmm"

Nat: "Tic Tac Toe"

Daddy and Mommy: Big smile.... "phew"

We Love Preschool!

2009-02-17T22:15:00.008-05:00

Here are some pictures of our Valentine's party at preschool on 2/13. We read some stories about love, played a heart-hunt game where the girls had to find hearts hidden around the house BUT they could only pick up the hearts with their initial on them.

Next, we worked on a special project for each child to give to someone they love. They glued conversation hearts on a picture frame then put hand prints on card stock inside a heart shape. Here are some pics of the girls working on them and some pics of the finished products. (Well, my girls' finished products. Everyone else's are a nice light pink, which I preferred as I felt it matched the hearts better. Nat preferred the bright hot pink and insisted on painting hers and Julia's that color. I figured that it was HER project for HER daddy... so I let her go to town. ) As you can see, Nat would rather not be bothered with pics..... she's got a job to do.

Then, the girls enjoyed some Valentine decorated donuts. You know MY girls love donuts, so I thought it would be a good treat and accepted by moms for this special occasion. I will say, there were some comments on how rapidly and how efficiently Nat ate HER donut.

Finally, they exchanged Valentine's with each other and posed for a final picture.

Happy Valentine's Day!

2009-02-17T18:46:00.006-05:00

Here are a couple ways we let people know that we love them this year. We sent out some homemade Valentine's to Grammas and Grandpas and our neighbors. On the left is a pic of some of them. On the back of each card is a hand-print of each girl with their name and date.
On the right hand side is a photo of the mobile Natalie and I made for Daddy. Double click on the photo to see it better, but here is what it says. Across the top, it says "I love it when we..." Then, in the hearts at the bottom, I wrote 5 things Natalie said she loved to do with Daddy.
I had to do a lot of the cutting and tying work, but I love it because of what Nat said: I love it when we..... "Play" "Cuddle" "Wrestle" "Walk on the sidewalk with Jazzy and walk up hills and up mountains" and what was the FIRST thing she said she liked to do with Daddy? "Watch Cops" =)