Word to Your Mother

A Little Snow, Dontcha Know

2012-02-11T14:27:00.000-05:00

About a fluffy, wet inch fell last night covering most everything...blissful. By the time the kids got outside, most of the fluff was melting into slush, but big flakes were still swirling around. Joe spent some time shoveling a path to the barn to meet up with Mike on the tractor.

Julie took her time getting out there. If you look hard enough, you can see Mike and Joe on the tractor, far left of the picture, talking over the fence to neighbor Jim.

Julie finally made it and both kids were able to hitch a ride back to the house. Julie's response to the episode:

Mommy, dat was a far far far walk. Too cold. Me come in.

That girl, she is a wise one.

I Don't Know

2012-02-07T21:47:00.000-05:00

what is going on with this Mama.

I called Brother Paul tonight, all excited with an idea of something that he could purchase for Dad's birthday.

Paul replied

Peg, Dad's birthday was yesterday. Remember? We celebrated on Saturday.

Now I realize that I did not blog Dad a Happy Brithday (Feb 6th).

Nor did I blog my hubs a Happy Brithday (Feb 5th).

Not sure from where the time warp has come, I'm starting to feel a little wonkey about it, actually.

I know tomorrow is Wednesday. Joseph doesn't have school. We will go to the gym and the library in the morning. Mike will be home by 5:30p.m. and I will go see some friends while he and the kids have tuna-night-with-Dad.

I know I don't have to worry about my online class for another week as I have completed this week's assignments.

I know I have not sold anything on Artfire.com so far and that's okay.

I know I am grieving for a long-ago aquaintance who lost her fight with cancer on Sunday (a day after she stopped treatment), and more importantly sharing that grief with one of her dear friends with which I am still in touch. I'm sorry Kim.

This is what I currently know as I sit here at the kitchen table. I guess that's enough for now.

Negotiations Part 2

2012-01-23T16:58:00.000-05:00

(Joe, no clothes on in the kitchen):

MommEEEEEEEEEEE, you DRESS ME!

Joe, I'll give you 5 gummies, go get dressed.

MOMMMMEEEEEE! You get me DRESSED!

(Under so much stress, Joe passes gas)

Mommy, you hear dat? Dat my bum sayin' "Get me dressed, please".

Joe, how about 5 gummies and a glass of chocolate milk?

(Joe scatters off down the hallway with a whisper... "chocolate milk!")

Score:
Mama = 1
Bum = 0

Happy Birthday Mom!

2012-01-14T20:38:00.000-05:00

A day late, but you know we love you!

Dear Health Unlimited,

2012-01-10T13:08:00.000-05:00

You have been so good to me over the past 6 months, allowing me to exercise for a healthy body while your delightful Kids Club employees watch my cherubs. Why, Health Unlimited, WHY must you not provide childcare from 1-4:30pm? WHY? This is a crucial time for this Mama; a time that would be used wisely for a Mama to get out the frustrations of a morning with cherubs while someone else can love and cherish her delightful wee ones for two hours. Why? Why? Why?

Much Love,
This Mama

This Is What Happens

2012-01-09T23:09:00.000-05:00

when a little girl gets angry and tries to show her mama who is boss...

Yes, that is the contents of our van, pilfered Grinch-like; even the pennies are scattered about the garage floor. Note the smile on the little girl's face.

I found out today that a young mom-friend of mine has a 99% chance she has bone cancer. The doctor told her today that if it is bone cancer (1% chance it's not, my friends), her life will be changing drastically.

I recently gave a car seat to a mom I know because she is unsure of where her kids will be on a daily basis while she goes to oncologist appointments and obgyn appointments. She found out within the same week this past November that she was pregnant with her third child and was diagnosed with breast cancer. The docs are being careful, she prays that her baby will live.

I guess having the contents of the van vomited onto the garage floor is no big whoop. Not that I should allow these monkeys to run rampant, but damn, the lives of others around me can really put things into perspective.

Know what I mean?

Watering Worms

2012-01-08T15:01:00.000-05:00

When one can't convince a young lady that we need to walk to the end of the driveway to get her brother off the bus, one must be creative.

It was time to give the worms some water cause that is an important job in this household.

If you are wondering "How does one water worms?", we have a little girl here to demonstrate...and so we begin with:

1. a BIIIG slurp of water

2. swish it around in your mouth, get it nice and...well, whatever

3. start to dribble a little water out, test out your force, get a feel for your own watering power

4. give it a good blow, don't be shy, we are talking about watering WORMS here people

5. be sure to never move your feet from ballet first position please

6. take pride in your work, revel in your accomplishment

I can hear the worms applauding in their worm-like-celebratory-way. Way to go, Little One. This may make up for all the times you have swung worms around and around until they are stretched out to three-times their normal length. Or the times you piled worms in the baby stroller and wheeled them around the yard (at least you have learned to add some soil so they don't get "too sleepy to wiggle, Mommy!"). Or the times when you have left them floating in a pail of water (lesson learned: worms don't like to swim, but they do like a watering every once and awhile).

This one is dedicated to all the worms in the world...without you all, our soil would be as hard as rocks and Little One would be pretty sad (and bored) on a sunny, warm day.

vintage fleece Strawberry Shortcake dress by Peggy Brooks Loyd for Rachel Jean Loyd circa 2004

fleece tye dye poncho by Maxine Loyd for Julie B. circa Christmas 2011

golden shoes from some thrift store

Whimpers For My Way

2012-01-07T11:34:00.000-05:00

She sniffles and whimpers, I know the tears are wetting her pillow - it crushes my heart but it is all because she didn't get her way.

So I reflect upon that...each whimper I imagine her saying "I didn't get my way" instead of thinking about what would make my heart hurt -
                                                   whimper for hunger
                                                   whimper for pain
                                                   whimper for neglect
                                                   whimper for shame

I feel confident that how I am handling this situation is correct - the wants of a two year old can not run our household - having confidence doesn't mean that it's easy, no sir.

Paper Trails

2012-01-06T15:07:00.000-05:00

It's a mid-winter day like today that can help in getting us through to spring...

clear blue skies,

a bit of a warm breeze,

taking a deep breath without freezing nose-hairs.

Joe stood in awe of the sky today,

head tilted up, slowly turning in a circle to see

the full view. (Although he did NOT want his picture taken.)

Joe: (said with a soft whisper) Mommy, yook. So many paper trails in da sky.

Such a brilliant, innocent boy, this child of mine.

Tiaras and Butterfly Kisses

2012-01-04T14:06:00.000-05:00

My girl, she is sweet, truly, most of the time. Recently she has been somewhat of a monster, so when she is in a sweet mood I try to soak up as much of the joy as I can. The girl just glided up to me, placed a tiara on my head and proclaimed "Mommy you soooooo bufull wif dat tortilla!" With that, she leaned down, placed her soft-as-soft cheek next to mine and said "Mommy, I give you a butt kiss" as she fluttered her little wee eyeball at me.

This girl, monster that she can be, I love.

A Letter of Graditude

2012-01-03T16:13:00.000-05:00

Dear Garlic Press,
Where have you been all my life? I have purchased pre-chopped garlic, used garlic powder, peel and hand-chopped garlic, and gone without garlic due to pure laziness. Today, my life has changed. While making a pot of chili this evening, I cracked open the box-o-Good-Grips kitchen utensils that Paul gave me for Christmas. Garlic press, you glittered and shimmered in your newness, calling to me to finally use you. I now understand your greatness, garlic press; I am truly grateful for how easy you have made my life.

Sincerely,
Peggy

P.S. Paul, you ROCK!

Santa Drives a Toyota Tercel

2012-01-01T08:47:00.000-05:00

It looked something like this one.

Driving home from Mom and dad's Christmas Eve, I approached an older model Toyota Tercel on my right. Outside the window rested an arm clad in red velvet with white fur trim. As I got closer, I realized it was the big man himself, beard, hat and all. I slowed to match his pace and giggled to the kids "LOOK, it's SANTA!"

Joe: whAT?!
Julie: Santa drive a CAR?
Joe: Where him GOING? Look him WAVING!
Julie (waving and jiggling around as much as a 5 point harness will allow) HI SANTA! hi SANTA!!

I slowed a little more so Santa was next to the passenger side window. I made the sign for thank you as I exaggerated saying it with my lips. He nodded seriously, mouthing "Your welcome" then cracked a huge smile while saying "MERRY CHRISTMAS!".

Ahhh, the magic of Christmas, right there on route 81 south. Not only did the kids get to see the big man chillin' in his hooptie before his big ride that night, but more importantly we were able to share some simple joy with another...that's livin'.

Alice

2011-12-30T20:04:00.000-05:00

Since Joseph started this new school year in preschool, I have only heard of mainly one friend: Alice.

Mommy, I play blocks wif Alice.
Mommy, Alice not at school today. Her sick.
Mommy, I made dis for Alice.
Mommy, I like Alice.
Mommy, Alice ride my bus.
Joe? Did you play with Alice today? No Mommy, her tired, her sleep.

It wasn't until the Halloween party that I finally met Alice. She was dressed as Dorthy from the Wizard of Oz. She looked very festive from her blue checkered dress to her ruby red sparkling slippers. Joe wanted to walk with Alice in the parade through the hallways of the school and he gently touched her check during snack. I was able to capture a picture of Alice and Joe after snack, before we packed up to go home. Joe looked enamoured. Let me tell you, Joe adores Alice.

I recently printed out this picture for Joe to give to Alice. I helped him write a message on a sticky note and he signed his name. We placed the picture in the bag with other presents for him to take to school. As Joe climbed onto the bus that morning, he dug through the bag to retrieve the picture, walked back to a sleeping Alice and gently tucked the picture into the folds of her jacket. He left her with a pat to ensure the picture was safe and jumped into his seat.

When I arrived at the preschool holiday party, the kids were actively playing about the room with a group of parents looking on from the door. Peeking through the crowd, I spotted Joe next to Alice, gently stroking her hair, moving the toy on the tray of her wheelchair. He ran off to play a little then returned to Alice, using her bib to wipe her mouth, tucking her hair behind her ear, patting her under the chin. One parent said, "Look at that boy with Alice, he is so good with her" another replied, "Yes, he is so gentle with her, so sweet". Hand over my heart, my eyes welled up. That's my boy.

I'm not sure how or why this boy has developed such a gentle soul towards Alice...and it really doesn't matter to me. My heart is warmed knowing this side of my boy.

Now I need to go..I have left these children on their own for too long...I'm afraid of what the Gentle-Alice-Adorer may be doing to his sister.

Negotiations and The Joke

2011-12-21T07:08:00.000-05:00

Episode 1:
The Negotiator

Joe doesn't like wiping his bum. Bribing goes a long way with this boy and it was no different this morning...

This Mama: Joe, how about 5 gummies if you wipe your bum.
That Boy: No, Mommy! You do it.
This Mama: Okay, how about 5 gummies and a quarter.
That Boy: No Mommy. (pause) How bout 5 gummies and 2 quarters.
This Mama: How about 5 gummies, a quarter and a trip to the Dollar Store.
That Boy: Wow! Dat Good one!

As I was writing this, that boy came dashing into the kitchen, dripping hands raised (washing hands and flushing is an unspoken expectation for the 5 gummies) with a smile circled with white crusty stuff.

This Mama: Wait, did you brush your teeth too?
That Boy: Yeah, I goooooooooood!

Now I'm wondering if I can wear my pj's to the dollar store...

Episode 2:
Knock Knock

Joe: (standing in my bedroom while I'm getting dressed) Ding Dong. who's there? Ding Dong, who's there?
This Mama: Joe, you waiting for someone to come in?
Joe: No Mommy, I tell a joke. Ding Dong, who's there?
This Mama: Who's there?
Joe: I not say banana!!!! (He falls out laughing...I'm not sure if he should quit his day job, that's all I'm sayin'.)

This Boy

2011-12-19T08:25:00.000-05:00

saw the tractor, came in the house, donned gloves and a hat, and begged his daddy for a ride.

Bless.

Our Newest Addition

2011-12-17T17:07:00.000-05:00

It is a dream that we were not sure would be fulfilled...but after a 48 hour delivery (thanks Grandma Mac and Lisa for watching the kids), Mike and I proud to introduce our newest addition...

Joe told the guy at High's that he wanted a tractor for Christmas...guess lots of dreams have come to fruition today.

Brandi...

2011-12-02T21:40:00.000-05:00

that picture is for you! Thanks for your unending support!!

One Of My Greatest Joys

2011-11-09T07:02:00.000-05:00

is seeing this girl in dresses that my Mom made.

fluorescent orange fleece dress by Peggy Brooks Loyd for Rachel Jean Loyd circa 2003

tiger striped pants by Vintage Values of Leonardtown 50 cents

This girl likes them too.

Love you Mom!

This Morning

2011-11-02T08:10:00.001-04:00

It's 7:59 A.M.

So far we have:

eaten some peanut butter

played tunnel under the covers

taken all the pillows and bed linens off the beds to create a nest in the living room

made lemonade

drank lemonade

peed

played tractor trailer

begged to eat red peppers in the living room

forgot about red peppers

begged for Halloween treats

begged to take the coffee-grinds-covered bear art project out of the protective baggie

begged to play the cherry game

waited to play the cherry game while a sister pooped

waited to play the cherry game while Mom finished blogging

Planning to post some pics soon...

Just another day in paradise.

Wait, I've pushed the limit a little too long...sister just came running from the bathroom, pj bottoms back on, yelling "SURPRISE" after NOT waiting for a bum-wipe. Gotta go.

Disclaimer

2011-09-25T06:57:00.000-04:00

Last Tuesday I had laser eye surgery to correct my vision.

My corneas are still healing.

I have been walking around with vision of someone not wearing their glasses even though said person desperately should be wearing glasses.

The following post was written and posted by a legally blind person.

Read at your own risk.

Spiderman

2011-09-25T06:54:00.000-04:00

is a true super hero in this house.

For the past week or so, Joe has been gettin gup in the middle of the night to let us know he is scared. Mike would then go to Joe's room and lie down with him until he fell back asleep. Friday night was three episodes of this new routine and we had had enough. Satrurday moring, we decided to go in search of a super hero to help Joe feel safe at night.

The shopping trip turned into a magical adventure, led by a Higher Power I'm sure. My idea was a huggable Spiderman stuffiie that I had seen while out and about, No such luck, now Woody, Buzz and Hello Kitty were on the shelves. We settled for a Spiderman comforter to snuggle under and a long body pillow to snuggle against.

We were then led to another store so I could purchase more wooden blocks. As I wandered the isles for a super-sized Spidie-stuffie, I came across a 12 inch plastic "Wisecracking Spiderman". It reminded me of action figures that my brothers had growing up...that Spiderman was ours. He came with web-slinging accessories that I quickly hid cause this was a snuggling-sleeping toy, not an action-web-slinging toy. Joe promptly examined his new buddy, noticed a hole and button on his positioned arm and asked "Mommy, where is the SHOOTER?" I gave some lame excuse that seemed to satisfy the boy. Then he asked for the "map" ie: instructions, and expertly pointed out that the pictures show shooters, "Where are the shooters, Mommy?" I was had...Mike and I gave each other the how-can-you-deny-that shrug and the boy won his shooters.

But I digress.

The smurfy-blue body pillow wasn't doing anything for me and I remembered a piece of Spiderman fleece that my dear friend Teresa (Hey Tersea Hey!) had given me about a year ago. I dug out the fabric, pinned and sewed and within 5 minutes had a cover for the body pillow that was a perfect fit. The pillow, longer than Joe, now is covered in a soft fleece with the likeness of an almost larger than life Spiderman .

The boy, accompanied by the wisecracking action figure and fleecy body pillow, snuggled under his Spiderman comforter, slept through the night.

Spiderman, this one goes out to you, thanks for making the boy feel safe.

Higher Power, thanks for a magical day of doing the next right thing.

Happy 4th Birthday Joseph!

2011-09-19T19:46:00.000-04:00

Happy Birthday Paul!

2011-09-02T12:22:00.000-04:00

He's one of the best when it comes to being an uncle...

We love you Uncle Paul!

We Grew Some Carrots

2011-08-30T16:08:00.000-04:00

Last spring I made a list of veggies we like to eat that we could grow in a garden. We eat a lot of carrots, so why not grow some?

We have had a great harvest, plenty for us to eat and to share. I believe we have had so many in such a little space because Joseph was a tremendous help when planting the seeds (wee, tiny seeds...spread by the little boy fist full). Dad once told me he had a hard time thinning out plants cause that means you are disposing of a perfectly good plant. I feel the same way, so when the directions stated to thin out the plants, I couldn't imagine tossing those little sprouts aside...I let them grow as they were. This resulted in some crowding in the short row.

Let's just say our carrots got a little close and personal.

That's all I'm sayin', we try to keep this blog family friendly, ya know.

Many Blessings

2011-08-25T16:37:00.000-04:00

Gallbladders, earthquakes (the shakes as they are called around this house), hurricanes, vertigo, rubbing thighs, processing/articulation issues, learning to dress ourselves, bored children of an early childhood education major...whatever our troubles may be, let us not forget to stop and count our blessings.

This wee one is certainly up there on my blessing list.

I Dig This Mama

2011-08-23T07:26:00.000-04:00

She is a bestie for sure.

Love you, Lucy!

The Ice Cream Man

2011-08-22T15:31:00.000-04:00

Due to computer failure, downloading issues, and general anxiety, I have been lax in posting here recently.

This is a picture montage of a trip to Grandma and Grandpa McAloon's from three trips ago...but I'm thrilled to be be sharing it with you now.

And now presenting...The Ice Cream Man.

the anxiety

the choices

the wonderment

the joy

the ears

the snitching of another's treat

the dare-you-to-take-it-back, Buster

It was a good time.

The Colossal Gumball Lesson

2011-07-20T12:35:00.000-04:00

Each week the kids and I travel to the local Weis store to purchase groceries; a task that used to be daunting with two under the age of four, a task which used to frighten me and cause great anxiety. I've gotten over that, now I just drag the kids, not caring what the outcome might be. Surprisingly, we have gotten into a comfortable groove. Julie drives the car in front of the cart, Joe darts from item to item "Dis on da yist? Mommy is DIS on da yist? Mommy, you tell me whats on da yist and I'LL put dit in da cart, K?" If we have a "good time" in the store (Mommy has not pulled out her hair, impulsively screamed, or cried openly) each wee shopper gets to get a treat from the gumball machines. This strategy has proven successful for me, I like it.

Well, each week Joe asks about the colossal gumballs, various fruit-shaped-small-apple-sized gumballs in a huge gumball machine that costs 50 cents to purchase. The first time he saw them he exclaimed "Mommy, Mommy! BIG GUMBALLS?? I want a BIG GUMBALL!" I pointed out the "Out of Order" sign on the front and said "Those gumballs are out of order. Let's choose one of tese down here." Since then, each week Joe studies the machines, points to his beloved hug gumballs and states "Mommy, its still out of order".

Well, not this week.

This week, a scream could be heard all over Weis and the parking lot beyond. Sort of like a primal cry, a scream that comes from deep within...a little boys dream fulfilled.

"MOMMY! IT IN ORDER! IT IN ORDER!!!!!!"

Sweet thing, we only had two quarters, one for the girl and one for the boy. He understood...next time we come to Weis, he could get his ginormous gumball.

Well, this morning, Joe was looking through his money bucket..."MOMMY TWO QUARTERS!!!!!!! TWO QUARTERS!!!!!! I CAN GET MY GUMBALL!!!" Props to the kid for knowing what a quarter is. This meant a trip to Weis this A.M. I added that to the list of places to go right after the playground and the library this morning. NOTE: The snack man was filling the vending machine at the library and gave the kids each a bag of Skittles. They ate a few, then each chose to save the rest of the bag in order to get their gumballs.

Time warp to the Weis store...a joyous boy, a huge purple gumball. Lick lick lick, holds it up, a stained purple smile, "Mommy, I can't get dis, you help me?" Picture me, Joe and Julie, standing around sweating in the July heat in front of Weis while I literally gnaw on this colossal gumball, just trying to make a dent in it so the boy can begin his chewfest 2011. I finally break through, now covered in permanent purple stain, and hand over the victory to the kid. He smiles and knows...he's happy.

Time warp to 10 minutes later in the van...a sad, frustrated boy, the purple stain creating a sad-clown effect. "Joe, what happened to your gumball?"
"I don't yike it anymore."
"What happened Joe? Why don't you like it?"
"I don't yike da inside, it's too hard."
"Are you going to get a big gumball next time?"
"No. I yike Skittles."

A great lesson learned for the boy and for me.

He got his chance at the biggest, what he thought would be the best. He tried it out, found disappointment, yet was able to pull himself out of the slump and look towards what he already had...Skittles are just fine.

I have been reminded that going all out, trying for the biggest and more is not always a happy ending. Sometimes I need to stick with what I have right now, be happy with the present, in order to find peace.

A Game of 100 Questions

2011-07-02T11:53:00.000-04:00

We were sitting in the van in playground parking lot while I talked to Mom on the phone. Both kids sat silently in their car seats, staring out the window while Mom and I played 100 questions. After about 10 minutes, Mom and I decided to figure out what she wanted at another time. After hanging up the phone, Joe quietly asked:

"Mama, why all the questions?

Can't get anything past that boy.

Our Garden

2011-06-26T20:52:00.001-04:00

It's just a backyard thing, nothing fancy. Just big enough to fill the fenced-in space where a pot-bellied pig used to live. I came up with the list of yummies to grow while thinking of what fruits and veggies we mostly eat. A row of each and there you have it, a tidy little garden that produced enough strawberries this year to feed myself and two wee ones as we stood in the garden admiring their redness...all three berries (at least we didn't have to share). Dad promises there should be more next year.

This little plot of land has brought me much pleasure over the past couple of months. I planted seeds and seedlings with a devil-may-care attitude...no worries if a small foot trampled on it, no concerns over whether or not I thinned out the carrots enough...whatever produces out of the ground would make me happy. I have learned the art of weeding when the soil is loosened after a good rain (or drowning from eager waterers with a hose). I have learned to lay straw between the rows; it keeps the weeds down but it also makes boundaries for the little busy feet that like to run around the garden. There is a now-familiar sound echoing through the neighborhood; walk on the straw, walk on the straw, walk on the straw!!!!!!! Ah, does it really matter anyway?

Just a coupla pics of the boy enjoying the garden...

I always have a lot of help in the garden, for which I am truly grateful.

This boy, I love.

Living Life As It Comes

2011-06-20T20:27:00.000-04:00

Recently I have been working on trying to have a plan yet still living life as it comes.

The plan helps to curb anxiety, no wonder of what we will do today, it's written right there on my things-to-do-today list.

Then there are times, where I just need to let loose, live life as it comes, no plan, no expectations...just go with the flow.

A lot of joy can be found when I go with the flow.

Sweet relief.

Blessings (thanks Marye)

2011-06-15T15:42:00.000-04:00

sun shining through sheer curtains that billow in the breeze
peaceful bedroom, patchwork quilt gently lit by the sun
sandy hardwood floors, nothing a broom can't handle
smelling fresh pineapple, cut this morning
two little ones (not so wee anymore) playing in the sand
farm buildings sprouting up from the rolling hills across the field of growing corn
leaves of the birch tree dancing in the wind

Can this be?
I truly live here, experiencing this existence?
I could capture these experiences on film, create a book or a movie.
I could title it This Mama's Dream Come True.

What You Can't See

2011-06-02T10:55:00.000-04:00

Joe and I are still in our pj's, Julie is naked.
We are on our third hour of mindless T.V.
It's 10:50 A.M.
Joe has eaten three pieces of leftover pizza from a plastic bag.
At one point this A.M. Julie was wearing tap shoes.
I feel nauseous and have a headache.
I keep reminding myself that all of the above is okay when this Mama doesn't feel well...
tomorrow will be a new day.

Right Now

2011-05-26T12:55:00.002-04:00

He naps in his bed after getting up at 3 A.M.
She giggles and belly laughs while watching Kipper from the couch.
Happiness.

I Know

2011-05-20T11:02:00.000-04:00

At times I will complement Mom; upon her hair, her outfit, her laughter, her crazy socks. Her standard reply (said quickly and with confidence) is "I know", such as:

PA:    Mom, love your outfit, the shades of purple really are becoming to you.
Mom: I know.
PA:    Mom, that's just rude. You should say "Thank you" when someone compliments you.

Then we both bubble over with laughter...and she never says "thank you".

Recently I have been reflecting upon my self-esteem. Let's just say that what I portray to the world (confidence, beauty, self-love) is not how I feel inside. When I receive compliments from others, I usually smile, say thank you, then promptly dispose of the compliment because those good thoughts don't apply to a cretin such as myself (in my head, remember? Not a safe place to be, you don't want to vacation there is all I'm sayin'). Now I am working on BELIEVING those good thoughts. I AM beautiful. I AM intelligent. I AM talented. I DO love myself. This is hard work, brain surgery for someone who has thought this way for eons, but I AM a strong woman and I AM able to change. I am working on stopping the negative thoughts in my head before they run rampant and replacing those negs with positives.

In the midst of all this self-work, I started thinking about Mom's replies to my compliments. Maybe I need to learn from her. Hear the compliment and think "I know", such as:

Mike: There's my beautiful wife!
PA:     (I know) Thank you, if feels good to be beautiful.
Mike: Now give this Daddy a kiss.

You get the picture, I'll stop there.

I must BELIEVE, I must LISTEN, I must ACKNOWLEDGE, I must KNOW.

Thanks Mom.

A List Of Graditude

2011-05-19T15:04:00.000-04:00

1. fog on the field
2. a clean face
3. music in the kitchen
4. free basketball hoop
5. talking to Bonnie
6. Elizabeth as a sponsor
7. misty rain on the garden
8. load of sand for the boy
9. cleaning up the house
10. a meeting that feels like a lodge
11. joy on Mom's face
12. So Soft shampoo
13. warm sunshine
14. friends to play
15. sweeper
16. green green grass
17. extended family love
18. freshly made bed
19. getting little things done
20. coffee with cream
21. a beautiful home

Slowly Coming Out of the Fog

2011-05-07T15:10:00.000-04:00

This week has been a little better, more manageable, less stressful. I continue to feel blah and flat, but at least now I don't feel like I'm crawling my way out of the hole. Each day can be better, thanks to Zoloft and a Higher Power in my life.

This Week

2011-04-29T21:39:00.000-04:00

has been hard, very hard...but it is good. I can count many blessings that are right here in front of my face and many more that may be miles away. I'm slowing down to regroup so then I can speed up a little to move forward. I believe that this is something that is good to do every once and awhile, but let me tell you I am looking forward to moving on from this episode.

A Wee Bit of Sunshine...and Giggles

2011-04-11T17:08:00.000-04:00

Life, on a daily basis, has been okay; this is a good thing. I have been living a day at a time, reveling at being a stay-at-home-Mom, kissing my kids, laughing. At times I get overwhelmed with thoughts of L.I.F.E. but then I am able to breathe, realize that what is happening right now IS L.I.F.E. and enjoy the ride as it comes. Having a list of things to do each day has been very helpful...some days the list simply says

Mon.
pay bills
play

Anything else that happens is gravy on the biscuit (love you Bill J.) and anything that doesn't happen doesn't really matter anyway. I plan play dates and buy pretzels for Joe's preschool party. I call friends and text even more. I inhale. I exhale. I read good literature. I think about eating healthy, whole foods...and sometimes I eat them. I listen to Wee One banter on in her Julese language. I laugh when Joe rides his bike on the patio with no shoes, in his underwear. I am finding joy a little at a time. It is good.

I have been able to capture some little bits of joy over the past week to share today, no captions, just simple joy.

Peace, and chicken grease.

Life Isn't Always Sunshine and Giggles

2011-04-06T20:57:00.001-04:00

As I look back upon various Word to Your Mother posts, most are uplifting, comical - full of pictures to oohhh and aahh over. Then there may be a brief pause in posting for awhile...then back to the stuff and giggles of which some days are made. I think it's about time to blog about LIFE. My LIFE to be specific.

Hold onto your panties. I will try to keep this brief, yet honest and to the point.

In my head, my life sucks. In my head, I am a horrible mother. In my head, I am obese. In my head, I am a neglectful sister and daughter. In my head, I am a slothful, undeserving wife. In my head, I am crazy. If you had all the vacation time in the world, you would never want to visit this world in my head. It's a yucky place to be. Upon meeting me, spending time with me, you would never believe any of this was going through my head...I put on a pretty good show.

Recently I have been diagnosed with conversion disorder, for the second time in two years. This time around I have lost my sense of taste and my sense of balance. I am taking this diagnosis a little bit more seriously this time as I realize this disorder is not just something to fix with upping the Prozac; it is a diagnosis that points to some serious personal work with which I need to do. I have a psychiatrist, behavioral counselor, close friends and family, and the program of Alcoholics Anonymous with which to work and get support. I believe this support system will help me to work on the yucky-craziness that amounts to the thoughts in my head , which may alleviate some of the pressures/ stress that rears it's head as conversion disorder in my life.

Nuff said. Anyone out there ever heard of conversion disorder? Experienced it first (or second) hand? This is NOT a post looking for "good thoughts about Peggy"...that will make me gag. This post is about me telling it like it is...I'll keep you posted on how all this is going.

Happy Birthday Patrick!

2011-03-26T20:32:00.000-04:00

We love you!

The Tat Master

2011-03-22T10:43:00.000-04:00

That's right. Paul is the master of tattoos. You didn't know? Guess you haven't been out much.

Paul has been spreading the good news of tattoos for years now. He has a special touch that makes people feel comfortable and at ease with their choices.
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He allows people to express themselves as they wish, without judgement or guilt.

He is tender, caring towards even the youngest of tat-wearers.

He seems to continuously have joy to spread to others.

People are thrilled with their tat experience with Paul. Don't believe me? Ask this guy.

That Paul is a keeper, tats and all.

My Goodness

2011-03-17T20:08:00.000-04:00

Read the link below...and I'm worried about wearing green today...

Letter From Japan

Peace and Prayers,

Peggy

My Son

2011-03-17T10:31:00.000-04:00

is happy, confident, caring, snuggly, thoughtful, spunky...just a good boy all around.

Today we forgot is school tote bag...AGAIN. That's okay, he rolls with the punches, I'm more bothered by it than he is.

We walk into the entryway of his preschool and are greeted with a sea of GREEN ...it's St. Patrick's Day, you know.

I'm talking green shirts, green tights, green socks, green ribbons, green shoes, green doodlie-boppers upon a head (not just the kids...even the token dad who made a guest appearance dropping off today was donned in a kelly green button-up shirt). I felt sick to my stomach. Joe had dressed himself today (as he does most days) and had made sure to let me know he put on underpants because he was going to school today (such a thoughtful boy to remember that this is important)...he chose a pair of jeans with no holes...and a red Spiderman shirt that is actually a pajama top but we all have to pick our battles and in the grand scheme of things, who cares about a pj shirt, truly?

Anyway, my point is that my kid was the only kid NOT wearing green at school today. My first thought...I'm such a bad mama. How would a three year old know to dress himself in green today? I went to one of his teachers to apologize about the tote bag and to share my grief over the red-clad-non-green-wearin'-non-leprechaun-supportin'-boy-with-the-last-name-of-MCALOON. She laughed and said "I guess we get to pinch him today!" How horrified I was, my kid will be pinched cause he's not wearing green and it's all my fault. The teacher gave me a cardboard shamrock and a piece of tape and I stuck it to his shirt saying "Today is St. Patrick's Day, wear green!" Joe had no idea what I was talking about and really didn't seem to care.

I promptly walked to the van and called Mom. I retold the horrors of my bad-mama-episode and mom laughed and laughed. She threw in a coupla "oh nos!" and "oh mys" and then settled down at the end of my story. Silence. "Mom, am I a bad Mama?" "No." "Mom, will Joe's day be ruined because of me?" "No." "Mom, do I need to get over myself?"... pause...she replied in a small, sweet voice "yes" then a roar of laughter from the lady who loves me so much.

Even though Mom doesn't speak worlds, I learn volumes from our conversations. This is what I know...

Wearing green is not the end-all-be-all of being a good mother.
Wearing green doesn't define who I am as a person.
Just because everyone else is wearing green doesn't mean that I have to wear green to be a good person.
I need to embrace who I am, realize that I'm not perfect.
I need to hold my head high and wear whatever color I'm wearing today with confidence and joy.
I need to know these things and believe these things so I can teach my son the same.

In summary:
My son is happy, confident, caring, snuggly, thoughtful, spunky...just a good boy all around.
I'm a good mama.

Been Wanting to Post

2011-03-09T08:18:00.000-05:00

and this is why I haven't.

I give up. It's worse than trying to read the paper or sew while a cat is in the house...it just doesn't work.

Have You Read the Link From My Post Yesterday?

2011-02-28T12:49:00.001-05:00

Well quick lollygagging and read it, I'm serious. http://momastery.blogspot.com/

Momastery: A Mountain I'm Willing To Die On, Part Two

2011-02-27T22:37:00.000-05:00

Goodness Gracious...find a quiet place and read this. Would love to hear your thoughts...

Momastery: A Mountain I'm Willing To Die On, Part Two

The Most Special Day of the Year

2011-02-26T21:04:00.000-05:00

We share a birthday, we share a soul.

Happy Birthday Little One!

2011-02-25T22:13:00.000-05:00

She's 2...

and she's happy about it!

Just Say NO!

2011-02-24T14:16:00.000-05:00

READER BEWARE: The post below may remind you of a regretful experience...

Joe and Julie attended a birthday party this past Sunday (Hey Parkers Hey!) and received their first tattoos. Joe was so excited, he got his first. Julie, rather sheepishly, followed suit. At first, they were both proud to show off their cool tats.

Then, with reservations, Julie began to pick at her body art;

"off, off" was her gentle mantra.

She realized that the tat is temporarily permanent...

and instantly regreted her decision.

She paused for strength,

"OOOOFFFFFFFF" is the cry of the distressed one.

It's good to learn these lessons about the consequences of choices early in life. I'm going to let this expereince sink in for some time, then help her wash it off, cause this Mama is always there for her girl (after she learns her lesson).

Sew What's Up?

2011-02-23T15:41:00.000-05:00

I've been playing around with re-purposing clothing items to create little girl clothes. Below are two outfits that I made from a shirt and a sweater. Look closely to see if you can figure out what pieces went where!...

The first pictures are of the outfit with legwarmers, I prefer the last pic with jeans...

Next time you talk to this mama you can ask "Sew what's up?"

Episodes of Mom 2

2011-02-22T21:19:00.000-05:00

On The Phone With Mom

Mom and I talk on the phone. It's mostly a one-sided conversation when speaking to a left-brain affected stroke victim, but there are often times when Mom will pipe up and speak her mind. This is a snipet from a recent phone conversation Mom and I had.

Mom: singing on and on and on, a lot of la la las, a coupla baby boys and one-da-ones thrown in there.
Peggy Anne: Mom, you have a beautiful singing voice!
Mom: Iknow! (said quickly)
Peggy Anne: Mom, that's rude. When someone compliments you, you should say "thank you".
Mom: (thoughtful pause) No! (said in a pixie-sort-of-freedom voice)
slight pause, then we both roll with laughter

She's cute and funny...

but I think she was being serious.

Episodes of Mom

2011-02-18T09:26:00.000-05:00

I received this in the mail on Monday.

Dad's tell-tail handwriting, an envelope about the size of Joanne's homemade cards.

Yup, it was Joanne's talented stamping...

and a sweet message from Mom.

This lady still brings me so much joy and hope. What a blessing to call her Mom!

this Mom episode brought to you by: love.

Happy Valentine's Day!

2011-02-14T16:12:00.000-05:00

Julie wishes you laughter and joy...

Joe wants to know "Does this match my shoes?"

Much love to you all, today and every day!

Duo Birthday Bash

2011-02-11T09:43:00.000-05:00

Mike's 40th birthday at home...

Mike and Dad's birthdays at Mom and Dad's

Family is important, family feels good.

Have you hugged, called, Skyped, kissed your family today?

Monkey See Monkey Shoot

2011-02-08T15:38:00.001-05:00

I often take pictures through the glass of the back door; it's WAY too cold to open a door to capture the back yard on film (or in mega-pixels I guess). Joe has seen me do this and recently decided to document the backyard in his own way. So beautiful looking out...

from inside where it is still warm. Here's to soft blankets and slippers...and an episode of Law and Order.

Happy Belated

2011-02-07T15:31:00.000-05:00

Birthday Dad!

Hope your back isn't wacked, Julie loved the ride! We love you!

Happy Birthday Mike!

2011-02-05T18:20:00.000-05:00

You are a fantastic Daddy,

and a dreamy husband.

We love you!

Financial Report On The Snow Last Week

2011-02-02T15:45:00.001-05:00

This is our driveway, 6 inches to 2 feet deep due to drifting, after the snow last week.

It looks great, if I do say so myself.

It was HAND SHOVELED. (Yes, look back at the pic, believe it.)

Some may say I am frugal, strong, good to the environment.

I say I'm a stubborn Mama who would rather spend her extra cash (of which there is none) on, oh I don't know, perhaps a vehicle that runs? Never mind, that's another story...

Sincerely,

Trapped at Home During the Day with Two Curtain Climbers

Please send chocolate...and juicy cheeseburgers.

This Little Girl

2011-01-26T20:46:00.000-05:00

loves to color

and likes to potty

yet she is still working on the panties...keep you posted.

Mom's Birthday Celebration

2011-01-15T16:31:00.000-05:00

Lots of granddaughter lovin' +

yummy cake from Joanne +

some happy boys +

a joyous cake-eater +

more cake =

a happy Grandma!!

Love you Mom!

Happy Birthday Mom!

2011-01-13T13:44:00.000-05:00

We can't wait to see you on Saturday!

4 1/2 years past the stroke...still smiling, still strong...my Mama.

It's Snowed

2011-01-12T16:23:00.000-05:00

We are peaceful,

warm,

and safe.

Today's Episode Brought To You By Uncle Paul

2011-01-11T15:58:00.000-05:00

How to Make Uncle Paul's Holiday Rice Crispie Treats

WARNING: The following treat tutorial may cause you to start jonesin' for some rice crispie treats. There. You've been warned.

First, follow the directions on the pre-packaged crispie treat box to prepare the treats. Okay, try to follow the directions but don't melt the marshmallow and butter enough cause the kid can't wait...and don't bother waiting for the mixture to cool before placing it in the form cause the kid doesn't care what this blob of sweet goo is going to look like. Don't take any pictures because you are so anxious about getting this thing right...does the marshmallow look like the consistency of milk? Do I add the marshmallow to the cereal or the cereal to the marshmallow? Where is Uncle Paul when you need him, he makes these jokers at least twice a week. Take a deep breath. None of this matters to the three year old who is crushing the cereal while you are sweating the small stuff.

Next, use the candies provided to "decorate" your "house". Don't bother trying to form doors or other such house-like adornments, it truly doesn't matter.

Feel proud of your finished product.

Express that you want a picture of just the fabulous treat.

Aaaahhhhhh. That's it.

Even if you choose to sample your treat while creating your treat, be sure to eat a big hunk the finished product.

Be sure to look for fallen candy. Look like a break dancer from the eighties.

arf arf, rubble rubble rubble

Be sure to save some for Daddy or you will be in real trouble.

Julie Works The Camera

2011-01-09T22:42:00.000-05:00

A quiet breakfast was interrupted by the Joe paparazzi. Julie worked it as best as a two year old can.

What? Who's that? What's going on?

Oh, it's just Joe.

I guess he wants to document the craftsmanship of Grandma Loyd's sewing from 10 years ago.

Maybe if I turn my head, he will leave me alone.

Look, I'm trying to eat here.

Rubble, rubble, rubble.

Rubble, rubble, chew, chew

For the LOVE of PETE!

Leave. Me. Alone.

That's IT! I'm telling MOM!

Guess I'm on my own here.

Anybody out there? Is this thing on?

You Want to See Some Pictures From the Holidays?

2011-01-04T10:38:00.000-05:00

Here 'tis. You know the main characters...ask questions about the rest.

Let's Back Up A Bit

2010-12-31T19:48:00.000-05:00

Joe started preschool soon after we moved. He attends Tuesday and Thursday mornings and seems to enjoy it but what he thinks about it doesn't matter, this mama LOVES IT. Before the holidays, Joe came home with a gift for me. He wanted to open it in the school parking lot but I was able to hold him off until we got home. He kept repeating in a small, sweet voice "Mama, my made this presssnt for YOU. It's for YOU. My will open it for YOU."

He was so excited,

so proud

and even made this face when I asked him to "show me some teeth".

Joe actually needed help with the tape, so we got to open the present together. Alas, it was a "hand-made" Christmas tree. I teared up. Joe reenacted pressing his painted hand onto the burlap, telling me it was messy but okay because it washes off.

Joe had already scoped out where he wanted to hang this precious present,

and gave me a thumbs up to ensure he felt successful.

The beloved burlap tapestry has since hung on the wall, doorknob and is now hanging in the playroom "up high, we no want JULIE to get it".

Hope you have found some peaceful moments and good health this holiday season.

We Are Truly Blessed

2010-12-17T15:07:00.000-05:00

Pictures of a New Home

2010-12-02T14:06:00.003-05:00

We have pleasantly settled into our new home...truly a blessing to be living here.

Mom and Dad came for lunch this week...Mom and Julie were wondering what was going on under Mom's chair...

and found it funny to find Joe there. "My working on Gran-ma's chair!"

Dad entertained Julie, or was it Julie entertaining Dad?

It's cold out here in the country, ya know, but the digging must still be done!

Sunrise over the barn...

peaceful, happy...this is livin'. Come anytime you like.

Bought the Farm

2010-11-24T14:00:00.001-05:00

Lots for which to be thankful.

Recipe For A No-Stress Thanksgiving Meal

2010-11-22T09:12:00.007-05:00

For this meal you must start a little in advance...there are no pictures, this gets a little messy.

4 days before the meal:

have a state trooper seize the tags off your van, leaving you and your two wee ones stranded on the side of Route 70 to wait until your husband can come pick you up

spend four hours at the MVA to clear up the miscommunication mess between your insurance company and the DMV, pay no fines, get new tags

call your lawyer uncle to find out that the charges for the ticket issued you for driving an uninsured vehicle can lead to a suspended license for a year or possibly a year in jail

make a list of stuff to take care of to insure that you don't go to jail after the court date.

love yourself, love your family

3 days before the meal:

chip your front tooth while assisting your three year old son with dressing for the day

cut lip on chipped tooth

have husband come home from work at lunchtime to inform you that his back is "out", meaning that he is unable to function while standing or sitting
after putting the kids to bed, go grocery shopping for the Thanksgiving meal that you will provide at your parents' house in 3 days
put all frozen stuff to transport to your parents' house in a pile in the freezer, put cold stuff in a bag in the refrigerator, put non-perishables in a bag and leave on the counter, make a list of other things that need to be added before leaving the house
PUT FROZEN TURKEY IN A PAN TO THAW IN THE FRIDGE (hindsight, ya know)
love yourself, love your family

2 days before the meal,

your list of things to do today is to survive by loving yourself and loving your family
put off dealing with the possibility of going to jail until next week...the court date hasn't been set yet and there are bigger turkeys to roast at this point
get news that the loan for your home purchase has been approved
discover that closing will be in 5 days and movers will move you in 7 days
continue to pack up your house, one box at a time
love yourself, love your family

1 day before the meal,

make spinach dip (it's always good the day after)
pack some boxes, one box at a time
don't think, just do
love yourself, love your family

Morning of the meal,

have your husband with the wacked back watch the kids from his recliner as you sleep in until 7:30 a.m.
get yourself and two children ready for the day
consult list of stuff to take to your parents' house
discover turkey has leaked toxic turkey juice all over the fridge (see 3 days before list)
forget about the aforementioned list of stuff to take
repack cold stuff in a clean bag, double bag the turkey in plastic, leave the toxic mess for later
herd children and bags of food to the van
forget to bring the milk cause that was on the forgotten list
leave the front door unlocked in case your loving, debilitated husband needs to call 911 while you are gone
drive 2 hours to parents' house

Arrive at parents house,

the prepping, cooking, and other such follies of this Thanksgiving meal don't really matter after everything else you have dealt with before today
feel blessed that you have family with which to share time
remember for what you are thankful
love yourself, love your family

Was It Really a Month Ago?

2010-11-19T08:39:00.003-05:00

Anyway, SAIC was proudly part of a walk for breast cancer and we as a family decided to participate. We were there for the hoop-la, the donuts, the coffee, the doughnuts, the free hats and the kids enjoyed the doughnuts. We bravely stood on the hill to get our picture taken with the hundreds of other SAIC employees to document such a wonderful, team building event. The kids even sat still long enough for us to get a rare family picture...
Then we lined up with about a million others who had gathered in downtown Baltimore to walk the closed streets for an important purpose. It took a little bit for the line to start moving...meanwhile, in this crowd of jovial, upbeat, doughnut-filled walkers, the screaming began. I won't go into details, but it wasn't pretty and we couldn't roll our eyes and scoff cause it was our own children. I looked at Mike, he looked at me, I suggested ending our walk directly across the street where we had parked the van, Joe saw the playground behind us and our decision was made.

This one goes out to anyone and everyone whose lives have been touch by breast cancer or any sort of cancer for that matter...we played for YOU.

Snacking At Mom's

2010-11-16T21:40:00.003-05:00

During a visit to Mom and Dad's a couple weeks ago, I was helping Mom change the sheets on her bed. Julie, left to her own devices, climbed onto the kitchen table, pulled the plastic bag of Cheerios from it's box, dragged the bag into Mom's room, climbed into a chair and proceeded to eat her snack while watching me work. Not to be out done, Joe joined in and a good time was had.

Joe kept pretending to bite Julie's face.

She didn't find it funny...

but Mom sure did.

Now Dad knows our secret of what happened while he was out at Wal-Mart...well, at least part of the story. At least this will explain the Cheerios in his laundry pile.

Buying the Farm

2010-11-07T14:25:00.003-05:00

or at least 2.5 acres...settlement should be sometime this month. The house is a mile from where I grew up...welcome home!

Dreamy!

The Quilt

2010-10-18T15:30:00.003-04:00

We had a great visit yesterday at Mom and Dad's. We took some soup and spicy shrimp to share, Mike hung a lower bar in Mom's closet so she can reach her hanging clothes (how long since the stroke? That's a long time to be throwing your clothes on the floor), and we just overall listened to two under the age of three yell, scream and shriek and watched Dad climb the stairs for his "time out" from it all.

Mom, ever the avid sewer, is on the verge of completing her second quilt since the stroke. A dear friend Jean has been assisting Mom with maneuvering the mammoth project and supervising to make sure that all the squares line up. Mom seems to have enjoyed the process. Sorry to all you quilt-admirers...Mom claims she is keeping this one for her own bed...finally a quilt she will keep!

On another note, Dad made me aware that Mom has been perusing this blog. I must remember this as I muse about my adventures with the lady...I would hate for her to disapprove of my language or other such important things.

Mom Called Me This A.M.

2010-10-14T12:48:00.006-04:00

At 8:34 this morning Mom called me. Usually when she calls this early, it means she needs me to figure out what thought is trapped in her head by playing a game of 20 questions (read: 1,000 questions) that lasts an hour (read: however long we can stand it).

Today was a trying game of "guess-what-my-thoughts-are-by-asking-me-questions-and-I'll-reply-yes-or-no-with-different-inflections-in-my-voice". I was close to tears three times.

The first tear session was after awhile when Mom had desperation in her voice, becoming frustrated because I was way off track. In the background, Julie was screaming bloody-you-took-my-toy and Joe was screaming nanny-nanny back. I went downstairs to hide in the laundry room.

After more questions, more frustration and a cry of exasperation from Mom, the kids found me huddled in the laundry room and continues their scream-fest 2010. Enter into tear-session #2. After a deep breath, I loured the screaming meanies into the family room with some Mickey Mouse Clubhouse and locked myself into the extra bedroom.

After regrouping with repeating what I had figured out so far, Mom wanted me to call someone, someone who was not in her address book, someone whose phone number I could not look up and she wanted me to call today, I remembered that during our last visit she had asked me to order her a ring from a catalog. I finally figured out how to size her finger and had planned to measure her the next time we were up. I asked "Is this about your ring?" "YYYYYEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSS!" was the woman's exclamation. Tear-session #3 commenced along with lots of laughter. As the laughing quieted, I could see little lips beneath the locked door and a little voice saying "Mama? My come in now?" That made Mom laugh even more.

It's amazing how connected Mom and I can be. It may take us 25 minutes to get there, but we don't give up on each other. I encourage her, she encourages me and usually we can figure out what is trapped in her brain. I don't wish this situation upon anyone...ANYONE...but what a blessing I can pick up the phone and hear Mom's voice on the other end of the line with her sweet"LO?"

Sometimes

2010-10-13T15:42:00.001-04:00

it's all good and sometimes...

not so much.

Quote From Joe

2010-10-11T16:02:00.003-04:00

"Dad-e, dose not jams!"

The Return of the Stomp Rocket

2010-10-09T21:04:00.004-04:00

While visiting Mom and Dad a few weeks ago, we got out the stomp rocket for a little fun.

Mom was in awe of Joe's grace and skill for stomping the rocket.

She stomped her good foot and watched with delight as that sucker soared.

Dad stomped the rocket with pizazz and finesse, using his secret-side-step-technique.

You know, it's not a party till the stomp rocket comes out.

What Tee-Ball Has Taught This Mama

2010-10-08T14:06:00.004-04:00

Don't worry.

He will listen.

Just stand back and close your mouth.

He can get himself together all on his own.

Three years old is not too young.

He can be a part of a team.

This one goes out to Coach Barry for allowing me to close my mouth and be a good Mama!

The Tradition Continues

2010-10-06T22:26:00.006-04:00

We recently spent some time at Mom and Dad's to take care of some seasonal business...

Paul is usually positioned here.

He takes this job very seriously, setting up before-hand to ensure the perfect shot.

Mom and Dad attempt to get up off the couch after their job in the process is done.

Dad was able to raise himself without assistance and left Mom high and dry (can't blame him, he's gotta bum back, ya know).

Paul showed his good side when asked to pose with Mom after all is said and done.

Pure Joy.

And Now You Know...

2010-10-01T07:24:00.001-04:00

the rest of the story.

Using Our Available Resources

2010-09-30T09:19:00.003-04:00

I'm not proud...

I'm just a mama trying to get by on a rainy day.

This Little Girl

2010-09-24T14:27:00.003-04:00

Words can't describe my love for her.

For Ages 3 and Up

2010-09-22T13:55:00.003-04:00

Stomp Rocket...

nuff said.

HAPPY belated BIRTHDAY JOE!!!!!

2010-09-20T08:34:00.003-04:00

Joe turned three yesterday!

He's getting older before our very eyes. We love you Joe!

Baby Catch-Up

2010-09-17T12:12:00.002-04:00

Baby is doing pretty good with the potty.

Sometimes Baby is not nice to her friends...

and everyone supports her in the naughty chair.

Even Baby isn't perfect.

Baby Likes To

2010-09-15T14:59:00.003-04:00

get ready to

go for walks and

she loves to snuggle down

and get kisses!

We all love Baby!

Baby's Gotta Eat Too, Ya Know

2010-09-14T19:31:00.004-04:00

Be it a snack while chillaxin' with friends,

or a full-blown meal shared with her main-man,

Baby never eats alone.

Baby Plays

2010-09-13T13:17:00.002-04:00

What a good Baby.

For the Love of Baby

2010-09-12T12:29:00.004-04:00

Joe's love for baby has been a long term relationship. Almost 2 years ago, as I was cleaning out my closet, Joe unearthed Baby, swaddled in a clear plastic bag. I had been keeping her carefully stored because she was given to me by my grandmother, Jean Loyd, when I was just a wee girl. Her name was Victoria and I loved her to bits. Joe raised the plastic-wrapped Baby over his head and yelled "B!" A sweet relationship was born.

Joe soothed Baby and rocked her when she was fussy.

He took her for endless rides around the house.

There were other babies in which to care...

but Baby always came out on top.

" Awwww B, its k."

Baby Marathon

2010-09-11T21:42:00.002-04:00

I have been planning to post some pics of Joe with Baby for awhile (read: coupla years) and I have felt overwhelmed by the number of pics...so for the next week, I'm going to post captioned pics of Joe and Baby over the years. I'm starting tomorrow (Sunday) so stay tuned to see if:

a) I really post each day.
b) The pictures are as cute to you as they seem to me.
c) My captions are witty.
d) I really post each day.

Celebrating Paul

2010-09-04T21:23:00.009-04:00

Flashback to last Saturday and get ready to join us for a picture montage of Paul's birthday celebration at Mom and Dad's...

Lori brought her laptop to show Mom the Disney World pictures from Lori, Zach and Cole's trip this past summer. Lori has been a friend of our family's for years, well before Mom had the stroke. Lori is always at ease with Mom, talking with her as if no time has past since they last saw each other, and she always seems to bring a smile to Mom's face...but I digress.

Julie dressed to the nines.

Paul loved the sudoku cake that Joanne made.

It took me a few minutes to figure out that I would need more that one square of the puzzle to effectively solve the sudoku-ness but I digress.

Joanne is a dear friend who cooks, serves and freezes meals for Mom and Dad each Wednesday...now you know when to visit to get some yummy home-cooked meals!

Zach came too, but Paul didn't know yet!

Mom was surprised (and very pleased) by the unexpected visitors as well!

Dad was surprised too! No wonder we needed 4 large pizzas!

Paul was so happy to see Cole, Zach and Lori for his birthday...

and pleasantly surprised.

We sang happy birthday (to Joe's delight) and Paul blew out the candles.

Paul is great about bring joy to so many people, it's nice to be able to bring him some joy!

Happy Birthday Paul!!!!

Happy Birthday Uncle Paul!

2010-09-02T06:40:00.001-04:00

a much-loved guy...

He sleeps

2010-09-01T10:52:00.003-04:00

with this guy. We sleep cause we know he's safe.

Thanks for the sheets Uncle Paul!

Lovin' the Auntie

2010-08-23T14:42:00.004-04:00

This one goes out to Auntie Lisa...an auntie that loves all of her nieces and nephews as if they were her own...a love that brings joy as well as pain...

We love you, Auntie!

Cape Cod

2010-08-18T20:00:00.005-04:00

Mike's maternal extended family had a family reunion up at Cape Cod a couple weekends ago. We made the trek up and stayed a week enjoying the sun, breeze, food, low-humidity, food, clamming, food, swimming, food and let me just tell ya, the food was great...oh, and seeing/meeting Mike's extended family was also a plus.

We had a good time:

resting,

playing

playing,

eating,

relaxing while eating,

playing,

assisting Grandma Mac (he really did help!) making chowda,

eating blue Batman ice cream from the ice cream truck,

resting,

enjoying the sights,

hanging with the children of Mike's cousin's daughter on his Dad's side (got that one?)

counting our blessings each day!

Sandy Point Beach

2010-07-31T20:01:00.001-04:00

There's nothing like

a day at the beach

on a hot summer day.

Visit From Don

2010-07-20T21:26:00.004-04:00

Don visited about three years ago and I am finally posting some pics. (Okay, it was July 4th weekend of this current year...but it seems like forever and a day)

Joe made sure to get some pics of Don and Julie

These little monkeys LOVE Don...

especially this little monkey...

I mean truly...bless!

Don is famous for one of our two family portraits, here's to number 3!

Keep on truckin', Don, we love you!

The Uncle Paul Ice Cream Episode

2010-07-02T14:19:00.004-04:00

Uncle Paul is famous for his homemade ice cream...and Julie is here to tell you about it in a 14-month-old sort-of way...

We love you Uncle Paul!