tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44857928584896386982024-03-04T23:04:42.193-06:002 Tikes Under 2 & the Caboose!Life, laundry & chaos...living the dream!mandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14645689405617116286noreply@blogger.comBlogger757125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4485792858489638698.post-29724392693498606222014-03-15T14:01:00.000-05:002014-03-24T14:02:31.743-05:00A Natural born HikerSo one of our many adventures during our Spring Break week was to take a hike around the beautiful Lake Martin. It was roughly a 4 mile hike. Maybe a little more, maybe a little less. Anyway we all started off strong. Meredith ran ahead and was the Leader of the pack with Uncle Alex and her Nanny. Noah hiked a little with them and a little with his dad and occasionally hung back with me and his Mimi. Approximately three quarters of the way through, Margot decided she wanted to be carried and Noah decided he did too. Unfortunately Alex was way ahead with Meredith and Margot had secured the prominent position on top of Josh's shoulders. Which led to Noah having to hike with me and his Mimi. Now let me just say this hike was a rugged hike. Mimi fell once...and we all laughed. She used a walking stick for most of it. You went up a lot of steep hills and down the same. You walked along the edges of some pretty steep drops down to the lake. You went over trees and log bridges. It was very natural and rugged terrain. Probably not the best hike for a 3 and 6 year old, but the views were breathtaking. That being said we were thinking we were almost through and then we kept going....then we thought it has to be almost done....and nope. So after doing this thing of psyching ourselves out...out of the blue....Noah chimes....<br />
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When I started this hike I was Awesome....and now.....now.....now I'm just BULLSHIT! BULLSHIT, that's all I am.<br />
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And everyone who wanted to go on this hike is BULLSHIT too!<br />
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My mom and I were rolling, it almost became impossible to finish due to the hysterics... but after another mile or so we and Mr. Bullshit had completed the hike.mandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14645689405617116286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4485792858489638698.post-28794637797104669202013-08-22T16:30:00.002-05:002013-08-22T19:20:34.106-05:00Things that roll of her tongue..MargotMargot: Mom you are da best mom....da best mom and da best dad too. Okay..... cause my dad always at work. Tank you mom...Tank you.<br />
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Margot where did you put Mommy's shoes?<br />
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JOSH! JOSH IT'S TIME FOR THE KIDS TO GET A BATH!<br />
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Margot - comes around the corner is her "poutiess" voice..... DON'T DO DAT AGAIN!<br />
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Margot: Don't say JOSH!<br />
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I didn't, I rolled over and pretended to not hear him. Who am I kidding, I do that most mornings. About 10 minutes later I heard the little pitter pattering of feet and realized Noah had come to his sister's room. I was about to jump up, thinking he was looking for me and then realized he didn't know I was there. It was about then I heard...<br />
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"Mere-dif, do you want to get up early and go play with me. If you get up now we can play a little bit before school, that way I won't miss you all day and not be able to play with you."<br />
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She groggled something back at him...and didn't move. Then he followed with...<br />
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"Well okay, if you change your mind I'll be in the play room, playing cars. Okay. Love you."<br /><br />
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Let it be known that no matter how you feel about one another as adults, at 5 and 7 you loved each other dearly. A mother's wish is that, that never changes.<br />
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"My PRIVATES are BLEEDING!!!!"<br />
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<i>My very modest child, pulls down his britches and shows me the bleeding...it's not his privates....it's the skin on his body above them....a tiny little scratch that is not indeed bleeding.</i><br />
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"Buddy, your privates are not bleeding, you just have a little scratch....you are okay."<br />
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"My pwivates are bweeding too! My pwivates are bweeding too, Momma!"<br />
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"Are not Margot!"<br />
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"Yes dey are Wo-wah...Wook mom....Yes dey are!"<br />
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"Let me see."<br />
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"Margot your privates ARE NOT BLEEDING....in fact YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE PRIVATES!"<br />
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"Noah, yes she does have privates."<br />
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"Yes Wo-wah I do have pwivates.....see and it's bweeding!"<br />
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"What that little butt right there....that's not privates."<br />
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"Yes, buddy <b>that little butt right there</b> is her privates....it's called a vagina.... and Margot it's not bleeding, we have several years for that."<br />
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The updating that needs to be done, just brings me back to <a href="http://2tikesunder2.blogspot.com/search/label/the%20remodel">these days</a> and <a href="http://2tikesunder2.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-beat-goes-on.html">this post</a>...<a href="http://2tikesunder2.blogspot.com/search?q=renovating">and this one</a>....and I start breaking out in a cold sweat, but it's what has to happen when you buy and older house.<br />
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Let's hope I stay sane this time. After reading that I marveled at how much life has changed in a relatively short amount of time. Meredith was 3, which makes Noah about 20 months then? I had two kiddos at home. Only two to speak of as well, since I was not even pregnant with number three. Just funny how quickly life changes.mandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14645689405617116286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4485792858489638698.post-23290788400138679302012-11-02T11:17:00.000-05:002012-11-12T15:08:02.938-06:00Read-a-thon winnersEvery year the kids' school does an annual fundraiser called Read-a-thon. Basically for a week the kids read as much as they possibly can, minutes counting both at school and home and then the child who reads the most minutes wins. Well not exactly that simple....our school acknowledges the top reader in each classroom, and they also divide the competition between the lower elementary and upper elementary. They then award the top three fundraisers for the school medals as well. <br />
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That's right, my sweet Noah got top reader for his classroom. He was so excited and surprised.<br />
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And my big girl, I know at that point she was anxiously awaiting hearing her name being called for top reader in her class. That's all she wanted was to win. And when we asked her what exactly she wanted to "win"? She said she just wanted her name called at the assembly. She wanted to be a "top reader." And a top reader she was. Because after they called the top readers for each class the started calling the top readers for the lower elementary.....and guess what.....</div>
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She won, 1st place.</div>
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And her classroom, won the most minutes for the lower elementary and so they got an Ipad for their classroom!</div>
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Here are the rest of the big winners!</div>
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But no, that above is not the only reason read-a-thon was so awesome. The picture below was another reason....</div>
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It was awesome, because our awesome parent volunteers and awesome music teacher worked on this. Imagine the kids singing this, with drums and all. It was AMAZING. I am blessed to have such a great school to send the kids too. </div>
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One of the things I love best about the new house is this. Of course add a few friends in their chairs, all with drinks in hand and life is really good. But then when the kids fall it in kind of puts a damper on things.</div>
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A go-go dancer. She LOVED the costume...pink hair, fun sunglasses, her favorite shade of blue and big sequins...what's not to love? The name of the costume just happened to be "go-go dancer". After buying it, Noah said what is a go-go dancer? And she quickly retorted...a dancer that goes, goes, goes...she never stops. And folks I left it at that.</div>
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The kids enjoyed staying up late and playing with their cousins and family.</div>
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The big kids did too. And yes we all took baths that weekend at some point. Some more than others....I'm not naming any names.<br />
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And one of my favorite pictures of the weekend. I love my children have so much family that loves them as much as I do. Family we can always depend on anytime we need them. It was a GREAT weekend. Lisa, Leigh and Lindsey we have a lot of planning to do. Love you all!</div>
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Oh and one more because they are dang cute! And because I had to buy them white shirts. White + kids 6 and under = disaster at my house.</div>
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It's been a long time. I have a good excuse. We have packed up our bags, loaded the car and moved, but not very far. That's right. We have been riding the real estate roller coaster for the past 3 years and have finally SOLD our home, it's been under contract 3 times and we backed out twice because the houses we were buying did not work out. But finally we found a house and have decided to make it home. </div>
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I love this house, while it does need some major updating and paint, it is the perfect house for our family of 5. Complete with mature landscaping, a bonus room and waterfront back yard. So while it doesn't feel like home yet, I'm betting in the next few months and years when we start making memories it will. </div>
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I got him from the doorway and gave him a big hug and told him how super proud I was of him. Then it took our entire walk to the car for him to finish telling me he got the "Super Rester" award yesterday. This folks is huge! Noah is sweet, kind and compassionate to his core, but a "rester" he is not. So proud of my boy. So far no conduct circles although he did tell me the worst part of his day yesterday was listening to why all the other kids got them. He didn't want anyone to get them. That meant no treasure box. I thought for sure that he would've gotten at least one by now for his chattiness. Guess he's out to prove me wrong and be like his sister with a perfect record. <br />
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Here he is with his award. There was also a blue Airhead taped to it, but he ate it on the way home yesterday!<br />
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She has never liked her pink blankie. It still sits unused in our linen closet upstairs. She has however fell madly in love with one that was given to Meredith from a friend when she was born. I guess it's my own fault since I covered her with Meredith's old one from the day she came home from the hosptial. Mainly because it was smaller and warmer. And since she could speak she has named it Nay-nee, which is a loose translation for blankie. And honey she cannot breathe, eat or most importantly sleep without that nay-nee.<br />
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We once left it and our bag of important documents (like plane confirmations, disney tickets and birth certificates for the kids) on a monorail at Disney world. I started freaking out. Not because of all the important papers that were lost, but because I knew that no one in Orlando was going to get a wink of sleep without that nay-nee. Thankfully josh and I climbed on every monorail that passed through our hotel and we located it within a half hour. Thank God for small miracles. The documents were there too. <br />
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I came home thinking it would be smart to order a back up Nay-nee. However our original was 5 years old then and washed frequently. The textures were so vastly different, I knew immediately that a back-up was never going to work. It now sits to her pink blankie that I bought for her while she was in utero.<br />
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That being said the Nay-nee is now like my 4th child. I don't leave home without it and I never leave it at a friends house without permission or without leaving my 3rd child behind with it. <br />
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So you can imagine how tough blankie washing day is. I can't just sneak off and wash it. She will then walk around the house yelling "Nay-nee where are you?" And then cry all day until we " fine it momma fine it." And you can't take it from her when she is sleeping or switch it out for another impostor blankie. She will call you out on it within twenty minutes. I promise. So I've come to learn that telling her, that her Nay-nee needs a bath and having her help me put it in the washer is the best method to go about washing it. She is actually the one that throws it in. Then we normally check on it several times until it is done and depending on her mood we can then easily or forcefully with lots of tears throw it into the dryer. However I must confess, I've been known to give it to her wet. Margot is a great fit thrower when she does not get her way. Re-reading that statement makes me think that I may need to take a look at some discipline issues....hmmmpf.<br />
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Back to the point....Today the Nay-nee was filthy and it smelled and I was at home waiting for a delivery and nap time was far off (see how much planning goes into the washing of the damn Nay-nee) so we threw it in begrudgingly together. <br />
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I was impressed, but I knew I had to nip that behavior in the butt immediately. so I took her down and told her no-no. And that it was dangerous and as I was pulling her off she grabbed the lid and tried to force it open. It didn't work.<br />
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In fact when Josh woke me up I asked for 5 more minutes and then realized I had two small people in our bed with us. And then I realized that school didn't care how many times I snoozed. It was going to start on time regardless and I couldn't be the mom that got us there late on the first day. Seriously.<br />
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I jumped out the bed and showered and then promptly threw up. My nerves were on edge. Noah was starting BIG school today. Like real school. The real deal. And I wasn't sure how that was going to go. I was a ball of nerves. He got up at 5:30 with excitement and got in our bed. He couldn't wait! I was hoping school exceeded all his little expectations.<br />
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After my brief moment of panic, it was 6:30 and luckily everyone was up and in full swing. After our summer days of sleeping in until 9 and 9:30am, we were on it! We had time to eat, get dressed, and take pics.<br />
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After our photo-op we loaded into the car and headed to school, chatting about it the entire way. We turned onto the street the school was on and it was a MADHOUSE. Oh my word. There were cars and kids everywhere and no parking spots to be had. I had forgotten about that. Luckily we found a spot and were able to grab a picture in my favorite location,<a href="http://2tikesunder2.blogspot.com/2011/08/first-days-of-kindergarten.html"> one that I have made a tradition each year</a>. Now Noah is in that picture too. Sniff, sniff.</div>
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It's not the best, because I had a camera and a baby in the arm. We hadn't found Josh yet in the sea of cars and people. It was crazy. We then headed inside and to the first grade hall first. Of course we bumped into tons of friends and moms along the way so it took us some time navigating our way.</div>
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When we got to Mere's first grade room it was pure chaos. Lots of parents milling around, which made dropping Mere off so much harder. She wanted us to stay, but we still had to get Noah to his class and we knew staying would just make leaving harder. This is my third year dropping her off, I knew what to expect. She never shed a tear, but she got damn close. She ran into a friend and that made it so much easier. Here she is with her best little friend. It's always awesome to see a familiar face.</div>
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We then headed in and started depositing all her stuff where it needed to be. Her supplies that were added at "Meet the Teacher" day and the ones we got wrong to begin with. We also dropped off all my homework and her lunch box. I then left her with her teacher with a quick kiss good-bye. I knew my big girl would do just fine. </div>
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When we finished our good-byes with Meredith, I picked up Noah and literally ran back upstairs to his room, Josh towing and running with Margot behind me. We made it to Noah's room in the nick of time and said our good-bye's at the door. His teacher sent out a sweet email reminding parents that was her policy. It's a good policy for good reasons. Of course I had to grab one quick picture outside of his door, although he was done with pictures at this point and ready to join his new friends. </div>
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Noah gave me the biggest hug and kiss and told me not to forget to pick him up and that he loved me most. He then headed in with his teacher asking questions and following directions on what to do. He did not even come close to shedding a tear. Neither did I. It warmed my heart to see him so happy and so confident. I love that boy and that girl. </div>
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When I finished dropping Noah off I ran back down to peak in on Mere one more time. She was sitting at her desk, doing her work and talking to her little friend with a smile on her face. I knew it was time to head out with my littlest tike. The two bigs were going to survive their first day.</div>
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The day flew by. Of course Margot and I stayed busy. We went to the gym, the doctor, lunch and then a quick visit to see Poppa and before we knew it, it was time to get the big kids. While I thought about the two of them often throughout the day and wondered how they were doing. My baby girl asked for them ALL day. "Go get O-wah....go get sissy!" "O-wah at kool...me kool momma!" "GO get O-wah!" "SissY"</div>
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I was nervous on how the first days were going to go. While I was sure Meredith would do fine and knew what to expect, I hope she liked it. She did, but she said they did A LOT of work. She missed Kindergarten.</div>
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Noah came out beaming. It is no lie when I say the first words out of his mouth were..."I FREAKING LOVE SCHOOL!" If you know my Noah, you can practically hear him saying it too.</div>
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He absolutely had a blast today. He even told me that he didn't have to nap or rest his eyes. He just had to lay quietly and listen to the story and music for a little while. His teacher explained that nap time was the one thing that worried and concerned him all day. I'll be honest it worried and concerned me too. She helped him by saying it would pass by super quick and then they would have snack time and go home, to which he asked her "How quick?" and "How many minutes?" She said that it the only time in the day that he got a little teary, but he recovered quickly when she told him super quick. He was beaming as he explained that he did not mind nap time anymore in his own Noah way. He was so excited about school. He just kept repeating " I LOVE SCHOOL MOMMA!"</div>
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Their days could not have gone better. They were beaming and smiling and declaring their love for school all the way to the car,. while waving and smiling at all their friends, new and old. Let's hope tomorrow goes as well as today. And now I'm off to bed, because 6a.m. is kicking my ass.</div>
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<br />mandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14645689405617116286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4485792858489638698.post-44038903208399958052012-08-07T21:17:00.000-05:002012-08-08T21:17:49.527-05:00The Summer....A letter of apologyDear Children,<br />
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The summer is over and I'm not sure if I should rejoice and celebrate or cry. It's been a summer. Our house has been re-listed, which meant loads of cleaning and showing and this momma stressing. Your Poppa had a really big surgery and had a very rough recovery. It stressed me, Nanny and Mimi out. There were ups and downs and all kinds of bumps in the road. The good news he is home and now driving Mimi crazy while on a road to a full recovery. <br />
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So I guess those things were stressful and I admit I was a little stressed, and therefore I let your summer down. I let you stay up late and then woke you up early for the gym. I did fun things with you, but stayed on you correcting you like little soldiers the entire time we did the fun things. I never got into the moment. I was always sort of removed and my mind somewhere else. I hardly ever enjoyed or seized the moment. I was tired and lazy. <br />
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We had our fair share of days at the pool. We took 2 vacations, although one as shortened and rainy the entire time. You had a lot of babysitters and days home. You didn't seem to mind. It was probably nice to not have me breathing down your neck yelling to keep the house orderly or stop fighting. <br />
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We skipped out on the summer reading program at the library, even though I had the best intentions and signed us all up. We only made one trip and one event. I didn't even get the books we checked out back on time and we never checked any out again all summer. You still read at home though. Meredith you read to everyone. You did your workbooks and you painted with watercolors and you cut and glued and used all sorts of pipe cleaners. But I always fussed about the mess. We had movie nights, but the popcorn wasn't there. <br />
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I bought cup cake mix and lots of icing and sprinkles and declared on the first day that we were baking them on the first day off. The mix and icing and sprinkles still sit on the pantry shelf.<br />
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We did playdates, but not as many as we normally do. We went to the pool and we did camps, and we stayed busy. We fit in the children's museum and waterpark, but I always felt overwhelmed. We went to the movies and jumpy places. We did chuck-e-cheese and maybe we did Gattitown, I really just can't remember. We ate out a lot, like all summer and you often asked for home-cooked meals. You spent a lot of nights with just your dad, while I sat with Mimi at the hospital. I missed you.<br />
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I guess in a nutshell, I'm apologizing. For being a mom who was missing from the moment this summer. I promise to always do better. You guys were 6,4 and 2. I expected and demanded you act a lot older. It wasn't fair and this Momma is sorry.<br />
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I love you guys and I'm already sad that school is back in, but I promise, come 3 o'clock I'm going to the bestest momma in the world. And next summer....it's going to freaking ROCK! Thanksgiving Break, Christmas Break and Spring Break too!<br />
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Love,<br />
Mommamandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14645689405617116286noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4485792858489638698.post-24583496443235970392012-08-06T15:55:00.003-05:002012-08-06T16:18:46.346-05:00Back to school - Meeting the teachersToday was "Meet the Teacher" day at my oldest two tikes school. That's right I have two tikes going to big school. Part of me is so freaking excited....woohoo....the bickering at home is ending. And part of me is so sad....oh how I will miss those two boogers. And part of me is overjoyed to get some one on one time with my littlest and I am pretty sure she will enjoy it too, even though I know she will shed many a tear as we drop those big ones off.<br />
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Yes, Noah is going to big school and that is very bittersweet for me. Mainly because my boy is still so baby. He needs me to dress him, brush his teeth, put on his shoes and wipe his little heiny. And yes, those are all things he can do and is perfectly capable of, but things he still prefers his momma to do, because he is my baby. His wife is going to love me one day. He still uses that baby talk and baby voice and he is still so perfectly innocent. I'm afraid big school is going to make him grow up a little and change some of those baby things. However I know he needs gain some independence and a little bit of self-control (okay a lot) and I know it's time. At least that is what my husband tells me. And most importantly I know he is ready for school. He loves to learn and he is so inquisitive.<br />
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He was a littler nervous, but once he went in to his classroom he was right at home.</div>
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Meredith was pretty excited about starting first grade. She loves her school and has had two fantastic years here. She also loves her friends at school so she was more than happy to be going back to see them. So yes, she was pretty excited about starting back, although I am sure she won't be come 6:30 Wednesday am. Today though she was all smiles. She was also excited to be moving to a new floor in her school. She is going to the 1st and 2nd grade floor, which is a very BIG deal.</div>
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<br />mandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14645689405617116286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4485792858489638698.post-35273778903154566032012-08-06T15:10:00.001-05:002012-08-06T16:18:57.027-05:00It's been a while...I guess I unintentionally took another summer off. Blogging has been one of those things that I have not wanted to do. The thought of even logging into Blogger has scared me. Seriously. I've been overwhelmed, between my dad being in the hospital, trying to sell the house, selling the house, un-selling the house and now trying to re-sell the house. Yeah I guess you get it. But I want to record as much as my kids life growing up as I can and how I coped and handled it all. Let's just say I've been swamped. So I'm back and I'm going to do my best, to blog every week day. Especially since I now, well as of Wednesday, will have 2 in school full time and one that still naps! FREE time! I have no clue what I will do with it. Woohoo! I'm also going to go and back-blog a little. Try and at least hit highlights, like birthdays, anniversaries and the vacations. We shall see!<br />
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This letter is late, very late, but I didn't want to miss it. You are two. TWO. You are getting so big, yet will always, always always be so baby. Even at thirty. I try and cherish your baby days, because you are determined not to be a baby, but to be as big as the bigs and do everything they do. <br />
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You my sweet girl are beautiful. You are strong, you are independent. You are shy and you are loving. You are not a performer. You do things when you want and how you want. No amount of bribery will change that. You love "Melmo" and "Tootie Mon-sa". We celebrated your second birthday with your Sesame Street pals. In true third child fashion, you have no pictures to prove it, because I cannot find the SD card with them. At least that's my story because I know I took some. <br />
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And like always on your birthday I want to tell you your birth story....<br />
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On the morning of July 13th, 2010 I awoke bright and early to get a shower before headed to the hospital for your c-section. Yours was planned, just like your big brothers. We can thank your sister for that. We arrived bright-eyed and bushy-tailed and since you were my third go round, I knew what to expect. I knew what would happen and I was a little calmer than I had been in the past, although no less nervous. <br />
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After being there a couple hours I realized I was yet to be hooked up to an IV and I was wondering if this may delay the c-section. See I was the first one there and first on the schedule, but I was right. We couldn't deliver you until I had two bags of fluid in me. <br />
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Your c-section was my wildest adventure of the three. And your sister's was no cake walk. It took forever for anesthesia to get my spinal in to start the surgery and once it was in, it took forever for my OB to get back to the room. At two different times during your delivery my blood pressure plummeted. That is no pleasant feeling. In fact it's pretty damn scary. But eventually, in a day that seemed to take forever, you were born. At 9:20am you arrived. You were my biggest baby at 8lbs even. <br />
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You were quiet when you were first delivered. I remember being extremely worried, and asking why you weren't crying...... and praying that you would start immediately. Thankfully, my prayers were answered and you cried the sweetest, tiniest cry. You were a bright pink, and everyone in the delivery room talked about your beautiful coloring. Your cord was wrapped around your neck, but you were fine. <br />
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You spent a lot of time in the nursery. To the point where I made your dad go and threaten their lives if they didn't bring you to me. I also spent a lot of time in recovery. I had some bleeding issues and lots of pain issues. Eventually we made it to our room, Your dad helping to push me there and your Mimi pushing you the entire way. I'm pretty sure that is not hospital policy, but at this point I was ready to go and waiting for transport was not an option, thankfully the nurse agreed.<br />
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<br />mandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14645689405617116286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4485792858489638698.post-8046712387298837432012-04-13T13:31:00.002-05:002012-04-13T14:14:41.788-05:00Friday Fun-dayToday when I picked up Noah from preschool I told him I would take him to McDonald's. I was thinking the drive-thru which is about all the McDonald's I can handle nowadays. He was thinking inside in the play place. Reluctantly I agreed. When him and Meredith were both in preschool we would meet up with friends all the time (not that he remembers those days now)..... now we never go so this was a real treat.<br />
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I ordered them lunch, gathered our food and drinks and headed into the place place. We were the only people in there besides one other mother and her son who was Noah's age. Within three minutes both of my tikes decided they weren't eating and wanted to play. Noah and his new best friend (so he told me) helped Margot up into the play area. I let them, forgetting Meredith was not with us to help guide her and help her down.<br />
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Within 5 more minutes , the place filled up. There were now at least 15 kids int he play area, Margot being the youngest and the rest about Noah's age. I started getting very nervous about Margot being up there with all the bigger kids, but after hearing her fuss loudly at a few I figured she could hold her own. Things were going well, until about 20 minutes later when I decided I was ready to leave.<br />
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I sent Noah back up where he tried to coerce Margot into coming down with him. It didn't work.<br />
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I then sent Noah back up to make her come down. It didn't work either.<br />
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I then instructed him to go back up and try and get her to sit on or in his lap to come down the slide. I heard "NO NO NO NO NO!" It didn't work.<br />
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Noah's new best friend's mom tried telling her son, who was a little smaller than Noah, to help her come down. I got real panicky and said "We have it, thanks though." He tried anyway, much to my dismay and....It didn't work.<br />
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I then asked Noah to get her to watch him come back down through the area you crawl up. She watched and stayed firmly planted at the top. It didn't work.<br />
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Meanwhile there are now like 20 kids in the area running around and screaming like hyeanas. <br />
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After about 10 minutes of me calling her name and begging Noah to please help me by helping her down. I gave up. I just left her there. <br />
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Oh I'm only kidding.... I took off my shoes....I waited at the bottom for my turn in the climbing structure.... waited like 2 minutes, there were that many kids....and then I started to climb. Guess what, it's not made for big people.<br />
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As I was climbing up in my white jeans, I heard parents chuckling and kids laughing. I was also told by a few kids that I was way too big for the play place and that it was not for mommas! Thanks kiddos, I had no idea.<br />
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Oh and let me say this...Upon my embarrassing climb of shame I noticed a few things mommas....that play place is DISGUSTING! I mean it...AWFUL. Really AWFUL. It's dusty and dirty and slimy feeling. <br />
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When I got to the top and reached for Margot to bring her back down the climbing area she ran away. Go figure...right?<br />
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Yes, just another Friday fun-day. No more play places for this momma for a while.<br />
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It's once again your birthday. I'm happy they keep coming, I just wish they didn't come so quickly. Six. It's such a big number. You are soon headed out of kindergarten and into first grade, how did that happen? Last night you came down at bed time and asked if you could sleep in my bed. Even though a part of me knew that I should send you right back up to your room, so we could all get a good night sleep (you kick a lot), part of me knew the days of you wanting to sleep in my bed were becoming short lived. I told you to jump on in and we snuggled up together.<br />
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In the past few months leading up to your sixth birthday you have done and achieved so much. You ride your bike on two wheels now, you lost your two front teeth, you started reading independently, you write letters and notes that make sense and that I can read too. You have become such a big helper around the house. You are growing up. <br />
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I know it is cliche' about how quickly time passes, but it is so true. I can remember sitting with you in our leather chair when you were three weeks old, just us, sitting in the quiet and thinking....w<i>ow, three weeks have already passed, why is time flying? She will be in kindergarten before I know it. </i> And it was true, you went off to kindergarten in the blink of an eye. And now that year has flown by too.<br />
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But I'm ready to embrace this new year....Six...and all the fun things that come with it. The talks that we share, the giggles that happen before bed, and all the other things being a big girl brings too. While part of me will always miss the chubby fingers that once held on to me so tightly, part of me loves the firm hand nestled in mine of a confident little girl. <br />
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I love the girl you are growing up to be. I am so proud of you. You amaze me everyday, and while sometimes you try my patience, you mostly amaze me. I often sit in awe of the fact that out of all the other moms out there, I was picked to be yours. <br />
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I love you Meredith.<br />
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Six years ago on April 8th we invited some friends over for a crawfish boil. That same friend told me that night that crawfish were known to induce labor. She was right. At 6:30 am the next morning, my water broke. I remember your dad asking if I was sure. Which I am sure, had something to do with the joke I played on him an hour earlier claiming it did when it really hadn't. I told him I was for real this time. And that even if it wasn't my water that had broke....something was very wrong down there and either way we needed to head to the hospital.<br />
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So off to the hospital we went, where the nurse confirmed it was indeed my water that broke. We arrived at the hospital about 7:30am. You were born at 12:03am the next day. Do the math...171/2 hours later. My epidural didn't work....your labor was no picnic. But I promise I still think you are totally worth it. <br />
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I remember being incredibly nervous during the c-section (which is normal), I remember hearing you come out screaming, and then I remember tears of joy falling down my own face. I then remember them whisking you away and the anesthesiologist giving me something to knock me out for the rest of the procedure. I remember waking up in recovery and asking Dr. B if I had, had a baby. I remember him telling me yes and telling one of the nurses to please bring you in immediately. <br />
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<br />mandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14645689405617116286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4485792858489638698.post-9266260335054862642012-04-05T12:49:00.000-05:002012-04-10T12:50:02.279-05:00Happiest of Birthdays<div style="text-align: center;">
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Today I became another year older, another year wiser and thankful for another blessed day. </div>
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This past weekend, Meredith came running into the house after spending the morning outside with her dad telling me to come meet her new pet Zoe. I had no idea what she was talking about because Josh had put the kibosh on any more living things under our roof some time ago. So I went out and was shocked to see she was talking about a caterpillar....And holding it. I don't like bugs, birds, caterpillars or any other creature that lives outside unless it is domesticated or at the zoo. </div>
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I admired this new pet from a distance and re-iterated that she was to live in her home outside.</div>
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Here is the habitat that Meredith constructed herself with a little help from her dear old Dad.</div>
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She put the flowers in to make it pretty. And we researched what we needed to put in her condo with her to keep her belly full.</div>
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Everyday she ran home to check on Zoe and hold her and "play" with her. She swung on the swing with her and would take her afternoon snack outside to share with her too. In fact she was the one that noticed the bite marks on the leaves, It was really neat to see how much she ate each day.</div>
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Meredith grew very attached to her new friend Zoe and I was shocked by how well she took care of her. She checked on her every morning, after school and before bed. So you can imagine the horror after about a week when she came home from school and rushed to see Zoe after forgetting to check on her one morning and saw this...</div>
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She knew that Zoe was in the process of becoming a beautiful moth/butterfly, but it still didn't ease the pain of losing her caterpillar. Zoe is still in a cocoon in her box on the back porch. We still check on her everyday. No moth yet, and Meredith is still sad. I was picking up around the house one day when I found this...</div>
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of you Zoe</div>
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you too</div>
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(her and Zoe)</div>
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I miss you</div>
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<br />mandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14645689405617116286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4485792858489638698.post-75097905027510033512012-03-27T11:32:00.000-05:002012-04-10T11:45:32.824-05:00And they're off....Part Deaux<a href="http://www.2tikesunder2.blogspot.com/2012/03/and-theyre-off.html">Exactly one week after his big sister's training wheels came off, Noah decided he would like his off too.</a> So off they came and the first time he got on his bike without them he took off....<br />
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Seriously. Of course I predicted it the week before. When I tell people he is riding his bike at 4 YEARS OLD without training wheels, shock immediately comes across their face. Suffice to say, I now have two children riding on two wheels. And that is all we do everyday...ALL DAY LONG. Daylights saving time showed up right in time. He is just a touch proud of himself... <br />
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I'm so proud of my boy. And the best part is when he gets on his bike and is about to take off he says "You can do this Noah...You can do it!" And he's right he can do it, even with rain books that are too big!</div>
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And poor Margot all she wants to do is ride a big bike too. Here is Josh helping Noah get started and holding a very upset Margot who is flailing her limbs trying to get on too.</div>
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Luckily she does get to particpate in the ice cream celebration for such a big achievement. She went ahead to the freezer to get them to ensure I would not forget.</div>
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