tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25771853388565855062024-03-13T14:03:52.791-04:00Always An Adventurea glimpse into our family's life from the momma's perspective
~ always seems to be an adventure in life with my wonderful, beautiful, crazy, exhausting, fun familyasvonavechttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12513846103628003284noreply@blogger.comBlogger125125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2577185338856585506.post-11392732305693910052021-03-12T19:06:00.003-05:002021-03-13T13:27:32.976-05:00Don't Call the Fire Dept. - It's Just Breakfast<p>I am not by any means the most stellar cook but I don't feel like I'm a candidate for the show <i>Worst Cooks in America</i> either. </p><p>The first meal I cooked for my now husband, around 16 years ago, was dreadfully awful and he now considers me pretty good. I mean it was plain, dry chicken that tasted like cardboard, along with dry stuffing, and under cooked brownies with hard burned edges. I couldn't have made it worse if I tried. It was a mess, but he ate it as if it was the best meal he'd ever had. He really can be sweet, but lets not tell him I said that. So for those next years I put in a lot of effort to be good, or at least better. Although my kids would still prefer to eat frozen chicken nuggets and macaroni and cheese from a box. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0VsLCBXLOfw/YEwBxkvw0zI/AAAAAAAAC4Y/4bSfX_9Pnbou9TpmaS7ckHbpVnjLaxCCwCNcBGAsYHQ/s1440/IMG_6713.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="200" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0VsLCBXLOfw/YEwBxkvw0zI/AAAAAAAAC4Y/4bSfX_9Pnbou9TpmaS7ckHbpVnjLaxCCwCNcBGAsYHQ/w200-h200/IMG_6713.JPG" width="200" /></a></div>One of my husband's favorite meals is breakfast and one of the hardest parts for me about making breakfast is the timing - to get the over-easy eggs done about 10 seconds after the toast pops so<br /> you have a small window to spread the butter so it melts evenly. Having everything timed perfectly while the dog is underfoot and the kids are wanting entirely different things...Fruit Loops for Kyle, buttered muffins for Morgan, and Lane still isn't sure what he wants but wants to see what looks best. <p></p><p>Anyway, our toaster we've had from most of this 16 years, it works so there is no need for a newer one. Actually we even have an extra but I just don't use it. There is just one small issue with the current one, when you use it twice in a row, it smokes and then sets off the smoke detectors. This has happened in several houses, but I'm pretty sure the kids and Matt don't know the one use of the toaster rule. But each time I do it, I have this small hope that it will change, it won't, but it doesn't stop me for trying it again and again and setting off the shrill sound over and over. </p><p>The running joke is that when I inevitably set it off, everyone knows that breakfast is ready. Just the other morning, the screeching sounded and Matt came down the steps laughing, saying I didn't need to alert him breakfast was done, he was on his way. At the table Matt mentioned maybe we should get a new toaster, I told him we have an extra, and Lane interjected and said no, no, no we can't use a new one because the smoke detector is his alarm during the summer. </p><p>Matt started laughing and teasing me about how sad that statement truly was. I mean maybe I could be on my own show, No Need To Call The Fire Dept. Has kind of a nice ring to it, doesn't it?!</p>asvonavechttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12513846103628003284noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2577185338856585506.post-7131705621636370792021-02-24T14:12:00.002-05:002021-02-24T14:12:16.910-05:00Peanut Butter Jelly<p>Our daughter has always been very, very specific about her Peanut Butter Jelly. Traditionally, I am the one to have always made the sandwich and I like triangles versus squares. But...since she was old enough to say what she wanted for lunch, she has been very demanding about her Peanut Butter Jelly being cut into squares. If you've ever raised a toddler, then you know, squares it is! </p><p>I cut sandwiches in a diagonal, even if it's only half a sandwich, the one piece of bread gets cuts diagonally and then placed on top of the other. Morgan, is fine with this as long as it's turkey, salami, or a grilled cheese but not a Peanut Butter Jelly. And there isn't an 'and' involved in that sandwich, not a PB&J, not a Peanut Butter AND Jelly, it's just Peanut Butter Jelly. All the time, every time she says it. <br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mb-T5l1VObA/YDajI8QVvqI/AAAAAAAAC3s/0R6XJ1DQp1E1m4mF9_QJBOdMa8qeCwxmQCNcBGAsYHQ/s1512/Morgan%2Band%2BMom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1512" data-original-width="858" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mb-T5l1VObA/YDajI8QVvqI/AAAAAAAAC3s/0R6XJ1DQp1E1m4mF9_QJBOdMa8qeCwxmQCNcBGAsYHQ/w228-h400/Morgan%2Band%2BMom.jpg" width="228" /></a></div>When she was about 3 years old, her dad decided to make her a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for lunch. He made it with two full slices and didn't cut off the crust. Can you imagine?! She absolutely refused to eat it because it was not Peanut Butter Jelly. My husband was then locked into an argument with a toddler convinced it wasn't the right thing. After numerous times of trying to convince her that he made her what she wanted, he then asked how mommy makes it. She promptly got up and took half of the sandwich off the plate. Bonus points for the husband that cut straight down the middle. Then she pointed to the crust and made a face, he assumed correctly that mommy cuts off the crust. He placed the plate in front of her and she said, "still not like mommy's." He asked her why and she said it wasn't two pieces. He said you took the other off the plate she said no it's only this, but two pieces. He asked her if he could cut it. Toddlers are something! When he successfully cut it into two pieces, she happily squealed, "NOW, that's Peanut Butter Jelly!"<p></p><p>Skip ahead 4 years...</p><p>Yesterday, my mom was at the house and made her lunch. When I got home and my mom left, I asked both her and Kyle what they had for lunch.</p><p>Morgan mentioned that Nana made her a sandwich but did it wrong. I knew...I knew right then what kind of sandwich she asked for. I said well how did Nana make your Peanut Butter Jelly. </p><p>Morgan: "Well first she cut the bread wrong, I told her you only use one piece, but she cut it wrong." (My mom cut into a diagonal) "Then she put too much peanut butter on and I kept looking at her, and I tried to look at her nice but I didn't know why she was doing it wrong. I figured I'd have to eat it because I didn't want to waste the bread but it was gross. Mom, she put the jelly on the same side she put the peanut butter, then just put the bread on top. She didn't even put enough jelly on it!" A breath and then, "I mean who puts the jelly on top of the peanut butter on one side?"<br /></p><p>Okay, so because I know how ridiculous this all is, I did egg it on...with comments like "who does that?" and "why would she think that's right?" and finally ended with "I just don't know why people can't make a Peanut Butter Jelly right!"</p><p>Morgan then responded that even her dad can't do it right. She was so disgusted that it was just hilarious. <br /></p><p>Last night after she went to sleep, I couldn't wait to tell Matt all about this...because he very clearly remembers the toddler, "NOW that's Peanut Butter Jelly!" </p><p>As I'm holding my stomach from laughing so hard, I mentioned to Matt, oh my can you imagine her poor husband?! </p><p>Matt turned dead around and said, "That's me...I'm the husband. She's you, and I'm the poor husband! I don't know what you are talking about...her poor husband. You two are the same, she's you and this is the stuff you do. I am that guy."</p><p>He's just upset that I'm the only one that can make her sandwich the 'right' way! <br /></p><p><br /></p>asvonavechttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12513846103628003284noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2577185338856585506.post-10815006363119774752021-01-24T12:21:00.002-05:002021-01-24T12:21:51.565-05:00Living Poop<p>Before winter Matt and I were outside talking and we noticed that Barkley, our then 6 month old puppy, was in the back yard trying to play with something that was moving. He would put his snout down to the ground and whip his head back up while he jumped his front paws around. Matt and I both guessed it was a frog because it's the way he acted days before with a frog in the driveway. Rearing his head back when the frog jumped away, or "at him" as he thought to play. Judging by the continued pawing and jumping Matt told Kyle to go save the frog from Barkley's torturing. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--vSItldE6Hs/YA2kI1gSW3I/AAAAAAAAC2c/3VpgItrGdQU_VuabBJAmVn3c8qa11DsqwCNcBGAsYHQ/s2048/Kyle%2B2020%2Bat%2BSiesta.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1388" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--vSItldE6Hs/YA2kI1gSW3I/AAAAAAAAC2c/3VpgItrGdQU_VuabBJAmVn3c8qa11DsqwCNcBGAsYHQ/s320/Kyle%2B2020%2Bat%2BSiesta.jpg" /></a></div>Kyle, who likes the frogs in the yard, trudged through the yard to try to get the frog and not upset Barkley, who might turn and jump on him and place him on the ground for taking 'his toy!' Kyle began looking all around but acting like he couldn't see the frog. Matt and I both said, "oh Kyle just get it, it's a frog, it's right there!" He hollered back up, that he didn't see a frog! At this point, I'm thinking, oh great, now he doesn't want to touch frogs. I wonder what his older brother said that caused this. Matt and I are pointing to the area in the yard that the dog is jumping around, where he can see the movement in the grass and Kyle was still so adamant that he couldn't see a frog. <p></p><p><br />All at once we were all looking at the same spot and it moved, Kyle yelled that it's not a frog! Matt asked him what it was if not a frog? Then Matt turns to me and he was asking me as much as himself "Is it a snake? It's probably a tiny snake. Go see if it's a snake." I started to walk towards Kyle and Matt told me to get the shovel, I laughed out loud. I may be walking to see what it is, but I am certainly not touching it, killing it, moving it; I'm just looking. At this point Kyle was walking back up to us and Matt asked him again, "well...what is it?"</p><p>Kyle looked right back at him and with all the seriousness in the world says,</p><p> <b><i>"I'll tell you what it is, I'll tell you...It's living poop! It's not a frog, it's not a snake, it's living poop!"</i></b></p><p><span>I busted out laughing, like uncontrollably laughing. Kyle did not think it was funny and looked at me like I was out of my mind for laughing about this. I laughed so hard my face hurt and I had tears in my eyes because he was so serious and confident that he discovered what it was. </span></p><p><span>Matt's like what is he talking about, laughing at me because while it was funny to him too, my bent over holding my belly while Kyle looked perturbed was quite the scene. I mean, Kyle was so positive. </span></p><p>Matt grabbed the shovel and we both walked/jogged to discover what 'living poop' looked like. </p><p>For all of you that don't know what 'living poop' looks like...well...it looks like a ground mole!</p><p>I guess that's just what a day living in the country can look like. </p><p><span><br /></span></p><p><span><br /></span></p>asvonavechttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12513846103628003284noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2577185338856585506.post-3169947037118032382021-01-20T12:45:00.003-05:002021-01-20T12:45:41.946-05:00Competitive
<p>I am most certainly not an 'everyone gets an award (participation) trophy;'
more of an 'if you want it, then you earn it' person. So... when I play games
with the kids, I am not a mom that just lets you win. I do not tease or become
a sore winner, but you do not cry if you lose, you just try harder. But I have
been known to allow my 5-year-old some help during a game, and maybe select the
raised card in his hand during Old Maid. <br /></p>
<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vcd01xRuyYo/YAhrvjRbEUI/AAAAAAAAC1w/9duaICqA2QIU-z1BwkeNdGS-Iuv8umhwACNcBGAsYHQ/s425/Life.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="296" data-original-width="425" height="123" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vcd01xRuyYo/YAhrvjRbEUI/AAAAAAAAC1w/9duaICqA2QIU-z1BwkeNdGS-Iuv8umhwACNcBGAsYHQ/w176-h123/Life.jpg" width="176" /></a></div>When I was young, I remember now and then playing games with my mom and dad
and receiving the game of Life. I had finally whined enough for my parents to
play, because Life is a longer game that parents tend to save for another time,
and unfortunately my dad won. He jumped around upon winning, dancing and
yelling, "you lose at Life! I am the CHAMPION! I win Life!" Of
course, he was teasing. <p></p>
<p>While I don't act quite like that, I still am competitive and it's hard for
me to lose, I don't like it. I really don't like it, and yes maybe my dad's
behavior aided in my competitiveness. </p>
<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mffSDQIqKhg/YAhrvhB3p3I/AAAAAAAAC10/5rYcUiS2Cnkk2ugH7cQl5Q6eoMw5nq8OQCNcBGAsYHQ/s456/Chinese%2BCheckers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="456" data-original-width="456" height="112" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mffSDQIqKhg/YAhrvhB3p3I/AAAAAAAAC10/5rYcUiS2Cnkk2ugH7cQl5Q6eoMw5nq8OQCNcBGAsYHQ/w112-h112/Chinese%2BCheckers.jpg" width="112" /></a></div>This Christmas my son Lane (12 years old) received Chinese Checkers, and
upon him opening his gift, I remembered being a kid and playing with my great-grandma
multiple times a day. Along with those fond memories I was looking forward to
playing with my son. However, my son was not as excited and eventually
mentioned he didn't want to play. After about two weeks with an unopened box,
my husband said he would play but didn't quite remember the rules, so he'd
review the directions. We set up the board while Morgan (age 7) and Kyle (age
5) watched and whined they wanted to play. Anytime my husband moved a marble,
the kids automatically assumed he was winning, and being that he wasn't, he
conveniently didn't correct them except for one small whisper that mom was
doing better. <p></p>
<p>During the game, Matt mentioned several times that if he practiced and
started to strategize better, he'd crush me. Did I mention that I haven't
played since I've been a kid? Can you see how silly my competitiveness can
become?</p>
<p>I did win, as you can tell, and actually smoked my husband, as he finished
by moving all his marbles into the star section and claiming to the two little
ones that it was a tie.</p>
<p>Which was fine, until...</p>
<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mDXbszi8Zfk/YAhrxfHsW6I/AAAAAAAAC14/eTMO46SZXE8WJfu1Qqnb_uLqwVk0brxigCNcBGAsYHQ/s2048/Matt%2Band%2BMe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1367" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mDXbszi8Zfk/YAhrxfHsW6I/AAAAAAAAC14/eTMO46SZXE8WJfu1Qqnb_uLqwVk0brxigCNcBGAsYHQ/s320/Matt%2Band%2BMe.jpg" /></a></div>...a day later when we were all eating dinner and Lane brought up the game.
He asked me if I finally found someone that would play. Morgan informed him
that dad played mom. My husband hurried to add that he "smoked mom but
it's okay because she didn't stand a chance!" Lane started laughing and I
didn't correct Matt because I knew he'd then say I couldn't just let it go, I'd
have to let the kids know I won. Then I'd feel like it's just a game and not
that big of a deal if the kids know who really won. As Matt continued to tease
me about how I lost and need to try harder, the little ones chimed in by
saying, "yeah dad put all his marbles in really fast!" Lane of course
loved it and continued to laugh about mom losing.<p></p>
<p>While I wanted to say, "your dad put those marbles in really fast
because the game was over, and mom won, " I knew I couldn't say a thing
without Matt then really teasing me about how competitive I can be. </p>
<p>But you know what, "I did win!" </p>
<p>Phew, at least I feel a little better :) </p>
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<![endif]-->asvonavechttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12513846103628003284noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2577185338856585506.post-40775368391373411552021-01-10T19:20:00.000-05:002021-01-10T19:20:59.105-05:00Dinner TableOur family still sits down at the dinner table almost every single night to eat. Nothing formal, we use a lot of throw away plates, but we try to all sit as a family each night. Matt does when he’s home and not on a crazy shift. Typically we talk a lot about the kids school, who said what, who they talked to or played with, who is in what grade, etc. They attend a small school and know most if not all of the kids, so my husband and I have gotten to ‘know’ the kids as much as we can through Lane and Morgan.<div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O7Hg-YPsvqY/X_YMdMhbINI/AAAAAAAAC1A/qZiCL1LB1xYfNlxs4dISyMt5m4beEDyswCNcBGAsYHQ/s1620/D586BB33-FDE3-4121-BB33-DF778F31D2C1.jpeg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1620" data-original-width="1080" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O7Hg-YPsvqY/X_YMdMhbINI/AAAAAAAAC1A/qZiCL1LB1xYfNlxs4dISyMt5m4beEDyswCNcBGAsYHQ/w266-h400/D586BB33-FDE3-4121-BB33-DF778F31D2C1.jpeg" width="266" /></a></div>The other night Morgan casually mentioned that there are several kids in her school that are neutered. Yep, everyone stopped eating and just looked at each other to make sure we all heard the same word, neutered, and that Morgan said it. Kyle didn’t care or know what it meant so he resumed with his dinner. The rest of us weren’t about to let this go! I asked Morgan to repeat what she said. </div><div>“Yeah a couple kids in my school are neutered.”</div><div><br /></div><div>Lane, 12 years old, looks at me and knowing what this is, mainly because we just had our dog neutered a couple months ago, starts to laugh and is ready to lose it. They both attend the same school. </div><div><br /></div><div>Matt mentions that it can’t be what she means to say. And I told her that no one in the school is neutered and she couldn’t possibly know any of this. </div><div><br /></div><div>She insisted that kids are neutered. Because she kept saying it, of course, it became funnier! Matt asked her where she even heard the word, to which she promptly responded with, “my teachers say it!” Lane is now rolling with laughter.</div><div><br /></div><div>I asked her to name the kids she thinks are neutered. When she named the few she knew, Lane yells, “Morgan they are tutored! Not neutered, TUTORED!”</div><div><br /></div><div>And the classic Morgan response, “yeah, well, same thing!”</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>asvonavechttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12513846103628003284noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2577185338856585506.post-24180545440439150792021-01-04T21:24:00.001-05:002021-01-05T19:45:04.735-05:00Not Acceptable<p> Over the holiday season our family went to Siesta Key and usually when we fly (which isn’t that often) we fly out of Pittsburgh, but this time we had planned to fly out of Harrisburg. The airport in Pittsburgh is just a little closer with driving distance but a much bigger airport and didn’t have a direct flight into Sarasota. So even though Harrisburg is a little farther we thought it would be better. Let me clarify, the adults thought it would be better, the kids hate the car, so they wanted the shortest drive possible. </p><p>Morgan thinks a 15 minute ride in the car anywhere is too long, like going to the grocery store is a hassle for her. </p><p>The kids knew ahead of time that we would have about a two and a half hour car ride to get to the airport but that I would take snacks and they each had activities for the car and plane. We were only about 15 minutes from the house when it started. </p><p>Kyle started messing with Morgan, he crossed the imaginary line in the car and touched her coat several times. Morgan responded at the top of her lungs with, “Kyle, you remember when I had corona?! Well, this is the coat I wore, it’s covered in covid Kyle...covered in covid! Now it's the rona coat.”</p><p>Matt told her to calm down and she couldn’t say things like that! I’m trying my best to not laugh out loud and telling Kyle to stay on his side and not mess with her. </p><p>I looked at Matt and said it’s too early in the car ride for this! </p><p>We got about another mile or two and we both hear Kyle say, “I’m just tellin’ you now, if they make me sit in the middle seat on the plane, I’m whipping out my nerf guns and whackin’ and stackin’!” </p><p>Matt turns around and yells, “these conversations are not acceptable!” </p><p>I’m laughing and when Matt sees me, his face breaks into a smile and he shakes his head. Hindsight - maybe laughing and joking about the Tiger King wasn’t such a great idea. </p><p>Surprisingly, we did manage to get on the plane after making sure Kyle didn’t take his nerf guns. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gOYbsIxknlg/X_PMR3AHuVI/AAAAAAAAC0w/t00UCILayK4BZgdmvdjQzCp303YHDkZUgCNcBGAsYHQ/s2048/BF7F28B0-7E10-4865-9E26-0783A581D534.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gOYbsIxknlg/X_PMR3AHuVI/AAAAAAAAC0w/t00UCILayK4BZgdmvdjQzCp303YHDkZUgCNcBGAsYHQ/s320/BF7F28B0-7E10-4865-9E26-0783A581D534.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>asvonavechttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12513846103628003284noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2577185338856585506.post-37738407193161783432020-12-21T16:46:00.001-05:002020-12-21T18:58:44.136-05:00Christmas Cookies<p>Each year I make some kind of Christmas cookies, while other years, I get a little ambitious and make more than 20 dozen to deliver and share. This year was an ambitious year so when my mother-in-law and sister-in-law said they were making sugar cookies I didn't know if my kids would be up for it. However, a chance to go to their aunts house, well they were out the door. They of course brought a plate full home, even though I know they probably had a dozen between the three of them. Or at least had a pound of icing to sample. Kyle had a lot on his shirt that he was saving for later. <br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a2K8kGt5hBk/X-EXN_L3ddI/AAAAAAAACzw/eUEYX32Q7YcXv6ULlIWmAkHymknxMN8GwCNcBGAsYHQ/s2048/Kids%2B2020%2Bwith%2BBike.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1368" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a2K8kGt5hBk/X-EXN_L3ddI/AAAAAAAACzw/eUEYX32Q7YcXv6ULlIWmAkHymknxMN8GwCNcBGAsYHQ/s320/Kids%2B2020%2Bwith%2BBike.JPG" /></a></div>Anyway, these cookies took a little longer to consume because of all the Christmas goodies that continue to fill my pantry. (That's why I make my cookies early, so I know they are eaten.) I pack my husband's lunch each day for work and the kids have all gotten accustomed to figuring out a dessert to pack. Lane doesn't participate as much anymore but when he was little he did a lot with a special note. The other night I started to place things in his lunch and Morgan and Kyle decided they would each pack a cookie. <p></p><p>The next morning, Morgan asked "Dad, did you like the cookies?" I was walking away from the kids, passing my husband, as he started to say, "oh yes, absolutely I loved them," and I whispered that Morgan packed the reindeer and Kyle the tree, so that he could comment individually, which he did. You could see both children's smiles.</p><p>Later that evening, we were all in the living room and the kid's van driver called, asking if he could stop to give all of the kids a gift, even though Kyle isn't even in school yet. (Our van driver is one of the nicest and sweetest people; he just is a genuine person.) After ending the call, I looked to my husband and said, "I don't even have anything made for him, I guess maybe I could give him a couple cookies the kids made." There were just a handful left. </p><p>As soon as I said it he responded with...</p><p>"No you can't do that, those cookies are gross, they are old! And stale! You cannot give him those! They're over two weeks old!"</p><p>Morgan's head swiveled right to her dad and yelled, "YOU SAID THOSE COOKIES WERE GREAT!"</p><p>I had to hide my face and leave the room because I was laughing so hard. My husband rarely makes a mistake like this, like once every 10 years, but boy when he does...he makes it count. </p><p>He tried to recover by saying, "well they were great yesterday honey, but today they went bad!" </p><p>Seriously I had tears from laughing so hard. As Morgan looks away from him, he imitates pulling his foot out of his mouth. </p><p>I packed the dessert today. :) </p><p><br /></p>asvonavechttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12513846103628003284noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2577185338856585506.post-54860304995012303162020-12-09T11:07:00.000-05:002020-12-09T11:07:48.788-05:00Filthy Animal<p>This year our family spent Thanksgiving at home because of the coronavirus pandemic and even though I made a full dinner/lunch it didn't quite feel like a normal Thanksgiving holiday, so I think each one of us was ready to start with the magic and celebration of Christmas. I mean the kids had talked about their Advent calendars and were more excited to start those than anything turkey. After our lunch the kids talked about watching a Christmas movie, Lane had talked the Morgan and Kyle into watching Home Alone, and then the following day they could watch Home Alone 2: Lost in New York. </p><p>The Christmas movie watching has turned into a daily, evening occurrence, and the movie has consistently been Home Alone. If Home Alone has been on television during the day, well...we obviously need to have it playing, even if we are in and out of the living room. It must play! The only slight break is if one of The Santa Claus movies are on. Now, I'm not really complaining because I do enjoy all of the above movies; I may feel differently by the time December 25th rolls around but for the time being, I'm good. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lkY3Q1oxK1w/X9DyNr-sZjI/AAAAAAAACy8/j4qqFgDppm8gASFotTFavlgVC3sdqU-DgCNcBGAsYHQ/s1200/Home-Alone-Mask-Macaulay-Culkin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="632" data-original-width="1200" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lkY3Q1oxK1w/X9DyNr-sZjI/AAAAAAAACy8/j4qqFgDppm8gASFotTFavlgVC3sdqU-DgCNcBGAsYHQ/s320/Home-Alone-Mask-Macaulay-Culkin.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>However, when Kyle, 5 years old, is arguing with Lane, 12 years old, and suddenly screams "stop it you filthy animal!" we may need to reevaluate and limit Kyle on how much Home Alone he's viewing. Or maybe when we are all sitting down at dinner and the conversation turns into comparing dad to Marv and Harry as a legitimate conversation...well maybe we should start watching a different movie?! Anyone up for National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation? <p></p>asvonavechttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12513846103628003284noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2577185338856585506.post-6714875149957413872019-03-10T15:55:00.002-04:002019-03-10T15:55:56.751-04:00Where's the House? <div class="MsoNormal" style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 15.693333625793457px; margin: 0in 0in 8pt;">
<span style="font-size: 11pt;">We moved back to Somerset County, PA in the middle of last year because well, lets face it, we missed home. Plus, with three kids, this momma needed some help.</span><span style="font-size: 11pt;"> </span></div>
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When we sold our house in Washington, PA we hadn’t found another to purchase so my great-grandma allowed my family to move into her house until we found something permanent. My great-grandma currently lives in a nursing facility, so I guess technically my grandma and grandfather are allowing us to stay. Yes, you read that right – stay not stayed! We still haven’t moved but we will soon, at least that’s what I’ve been told. The building process or should I say the survey/deed/permit/loan process has been painstakingly slow. </div>
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However, when I took the kids to see the equipment arriving after school and work one day, Kyle was super excited! “Is that our new house?” </div>
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He’s three, so obviously he was referring to the port-o-potty, the only room looking structure he could see. Yes sweetheart, Mommy says we could all live in a phone booth but that doesn’t mean we are going too, that’s a bathroom. </div>
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“We have to go outside to go to the bathroom?! Why? Can't we have one inside? <span style="font-size: 11pt;">But where’s the house?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">He left second grade with straight A’s and one of the highest Accelerated Reader points in the school. Each book he reads is worth a certain amount of points and after he finishes the book, he takes a quiz to receive the points. He read a couple books in the Harry Potter series which led to his Halloween costume. He played baseball in the spring and his team went undefeated for the season, while being named Pinto baseball champions in their league. He then went on to play tackle football for the first time, and well…he learned a lot. He started third grade with a great class that seems to work well in groups, Christmas Around the World with 11 different countries will finish out the first half of school. Lane is also wrestling through the winter and finds joy in practicing with his 4-year-old sister…Morgan, however, doesn’t find it nearly as entertaining. </span><br />
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">She left her half day preschool, she was considered a duckling, and started this fall, as a duck, full day preschool. Over the summer, she learned to finally ride a bike, well pedal a tricycle, so next year a bicycle with training wheels. She’s trying to read; she sits everyday with books and makes her own stories…most recently reading her version of the 12 Days of Christmas with “4 huge piles of snow, 3 chocolate bunnies hopping, MOM, I’m reading here?” She is absolutely a little princess and loves to look in the mirror. Morgan also dances each week at a local studio and the class is called Baby Diva, it fits! She prefers tap, but since her new ballet shoes fit better, she doesn’t mind having the rotating class of genres. </span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">He is just the sweetest little boy. He’s in the “terrible two” stage but he’s the best terrible two. He has his little moments but he is truly a sweet boy. His best friend has been our 80-year-old neighbor, Sally, not that Sally even sees him that much but he worries about her and wants to know where she is, working in the grass, watching Pout Pout Fish, or “leavin to town foh a yellow dink.” Kyle loves reading the House that Jack Built and Peanut Butter & Cupcake so much so that Mom can almost read the whole story from memory. He likes climbing up the pantry and now since he can open the fridge himself, he likes to climb and play with the door light. At the start of the school year he loved being the only one home with Mom and sometimes Dad, depending on his shift, but now he just wants to go “pick up sissy from cool (school). He’s still not potty trained…its been so many diapers for so long. Kyle also thinks he’s quite hilarious, dressing in crazy hats and upside down sunglasses, making up his own words and rhyming them, and being the loudest he can be in quiet situations. Especially church…”Is that Jesus up there?” every Sunday. He knows but now asks and giggles. </span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">Well he still works in the coal mine and we are both thankful he has a job, he still swings three shifts, which we aren’t exactly so thankful for but know that it provides for all of us. Matt teases the kids and says if they wouldn't like donuts so much he wouldn't have to work. The kids say they don’t need to eat because they want to avoid the grocery shopping trip altogether. Yeah right, they are always hungry and wondering if its meal time yet because they all are starving. </span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">This summer we went to Idlewild as a family, and everyone thought that it would be just a great time. When we arrived and received our bracelets and Morgan refused to put it around her wrist, we should have thought maybe it wasn’t such a wonderful idea. When Lane pushed Morgan to the ground once we got out of the car, maybe we should have rethought the trip. Or when Lane kept talking about how dumb StoryBook Forest was, or when the kids hated all the food options for lunch, or Morgan absolutely freaking out when I tried to play in the ball pit with her, Lane being forced to climb the huge net because we knew he’d end up liking it…any of those should have been a huge warning…like flashing neon lights that said GO HOME NOW! But no, we kept pushing through, thinking it will get better, ha, hoping it will get better. Crossing our fingers and walking to Soak Zone what kid doesn’t love swimming, slides, and water fun. I’ll tell you who didn’t like it that day, Lane, Morgan, and Kyle. Morgan was overwhelmed with all the people and didn’t want to do anything alone, Lane refused to even be near her and Kyle missed his nap so at one point everyone was crying and Matt finally yelled “Fine, let’s go home!” To which we all turned around and saw an old neighbor that we loved and had the smiling faces of ‘how have you been?’ while the kids are all sniffling and being made to go home. Yep, skipping Idlewild next summer. The only highpoint was Caillou was there and waved at Kyle, he still talks about it…mom’s not a huge fan of the whiny little Caillou, which means he was a favorite.</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">We also were able to go to Florida this November for Aunt Laura’s wedding…everyone had a wonderful time. Lane may have had the best time, with all those young groomsmen that were willing to play football, baseball, or volleyball on the sand, he had a constant buddy that was willing to play. Now don’t get me wrong, my kids still stomped on each other’s sandcastles or fought over who got a drink of Sprite but overall they were to busy having fun and playing in the water or sand to fight. Lane met a huge Carolina Panthers fan on the beach and the guy threw football with him, so he was pretty excited. Morgan danced her little heart out at the reception and even though she refused to wait her turn to walk down the aisle she placed her flower petals one by one for Aunt Laura like a pro. She did however give the minister a horrible look when he grabbed petals to help; I mean what 4-year-old needs help doing anything? Lane helped Kyle walk down the aisle and all of the boys looked so handsome. I don’t think anyone wanted to come home. </span></div>
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<span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">Now everyone is in full Christmas mode, always reminding me each morning around 6:30am for the Advent calendar chocolates. And anytime they think about Jesus’s birthday, Santa, Christmas lights, reindeer, all of their eyes light up. And my hope for 2018 is to always see their eyes light up. It’s magic. </span></div>
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Last week I thought, okay, second week and I'm doing much better than the collapse of a weeping/sobbing mess on the driveway as my husband coaxed, "it'll get easier." For two weeks, I could handle it, I did handle it, but now, I'm ready to be done. For those two weeks, it gave my son something to do, a break from his little sister, he got to meet new friends, and got to do fun things...but I just want it to be over.<br />
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Here's just a small clip from the many conversations my husband and I have had about school.<br />
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Matt: <i>I understand he's your 'baby' and you are going to have trouble with him growing up but he likes it (school). He looks forward to it. Just imagine if he had some problems adjusting or if he was begging not to go.</i><br />
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Me: <i>Yes, I know and if he had issues like some of the kids, our conversation would be about homeschooling because I'd be ready to pull him out. I'd want to be protective and figure it would be better. God is making this almost as easy as possible for me and I'm still struggling. </i><br />
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Matt: <i>It'll get easier, but it will always be hard for you. When he's in first grade, sixth grade, a senior, even when he's grown and he has an issue with his boss, you are going to hate it and want to fix it. He'll be okay. </i><br />
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Me: <i>Are you trying to give me a heart attack?! I can't even think about that, I'm in the third week of Kindergarten, that's enough!</i><br />
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Anytime I have a little crying spell my baby girl puts her hand on my shoulder and stares into my eyes like I've lost my mind and she can't figure out why I have tears. However, even she misses her brother. She waves like crazy when he gets home and wants to be near him for the remainder of the afternoon.<br />
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Is it time for the bus yet?!asvonavechttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12513846103628003284noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2577185338856585506.post-34077492449847250442014-07-09T10:48:00.001-04:002014-07-09T10:48:26.857-04:00Nail Polish<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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Baby sister really enjoys dumping, throwing, and pitching items out of a container. Whether that's my purse, a basket, or toy boxes, everything gets removed.<br />
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It's actually cute when she throws it out and over her little head. Well it's cute cute the first time, even the second time, but after the fifth time in different rooms, it's not quite so adorable. It gets to be a little exhausting but she thinks it's great and has so much fun.<br />
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I have had a bag in the bedroom sitting on the floor that had a variety of things in it: a jump rope, a toothbrush, bottles of nail polish, and kid tub tablets (the ones that change the color of the bath water). Well baby sister loved ripping the items out of the bag whenever she was in my room so I never emptied the bag to put things in their spot. It kept her occupied.<br />
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A couple of days ago my husband and son were fixing something in the master bathroom, I was putting laundry away, and baby sister was emptying the bag. Giggling and throwing things out. Just as I reached into the closet to put towels aways I heard the crack of glass. She took two nail polish bottles and smacked them together with all of her one-year-old might. <br />
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After three rounds and nail polish splotches all over her body, I decided we'd break and I'd try to get the sink, bathtub, and carpet cleared. The first two were a success, the carpet - not so much. Burnt orange isn't a color that wants to be removed from light carpet. I've tried nail polish remover, some name brand spot and stain remover carpet cleaner, and windex. I guess the silver lining - the nail polish wasn't red, no one needs to think it was blood.<br />
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My husband is not nearly as worried about the carpet as I am and said, "one day you'll laugh about it." Eventually he'll be right but as for yesterday and today, it's not funny. Keep your fingers crossed for tomorrow.asvonavechttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12513846103628003284noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2577185338856585506.post-90524108016208146272014-07-08T13:46:00.001-04:002014-07-08T13:46:41.774-04:00Vacation's All I Ever Wanted<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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In early June we went on vacation, two weeks after the birthday party madness, and in these two weeks our family jumped around singing "...vacation's all I ever wanted..." Well I jumped and sang, my husband, not so much of the jumping. We had a lot of things going on before vacation, the birthday party, my son's preschool graduation, baseball ending with a huge tournament, and we didn't have a lot of time to obsess over the details of vacation...like the biggest decision...when do we leave?<br />
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Driving to the Outer Banks and in the car for 10 hours with two kids. Um, when do we start the drive? My husband and I had a huge discussion over this and what we thought was best based on previous experiences that seemed to fail. We eventually decided to leave at 3:30 a.m. and move the kids from their beds to the car in hopes they'd sleep until we needed to stop for breakfast. To say that I worried about the drive is the understatement of the year. My kids typically don't travel well, I don't travel well...I just don't like being in the car for a long period of time...my poor husband. BUT, everyone did amazingly well. I couldn't have asked for a better road trip. The baby girl slept, my son was entertained with The Lego Movie and games, we stopped twice - once for breakfast and once to stretch before arriving in North Carolina. I'm still a little shocked about the traveling. </div>
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As for the actual vacation, our family had such a great time. Our son loved playing in the pool and building sandcastles on the beach and the baby girl loved sitting near the ocean and having the waves splash over her legs. </div>
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<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kchKlVnpSzA/U7sDNEjvNNI/AAAAAAAABHs/o3USKSHHZak/s1600/DSC08455.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kchKlVnpSzA/U7sDNEjvNNI/AAAAAAAABHs/o3USKSHHZak/s1600/DSC08455.JPG" height="150" width="200" /></a>Our family has actually had a lot going on, at the end of May we had a shared birthday party for the kiddos and I probably went a little overboard. Last year our son turned five but I just had the baby girl so we didn't have a big party. We had some family over for pizza and cake but little friends weren't invited. I actually had planned to have family at our house the weekend I was in the hospital, so we postponed the small celebration. Anyway, I felt a ton of guilt because our son had asked to invite his class and friends, and I couldn't do it. So this year we made up for it. Plus it was the baby girl's first birthday.<br />
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We planned a carnival theme with games, hamburgers and hotdogs, popcorn, and ice cream. I remembered most of the party details and things I wanted to have...except for taking pictures. I forgot, so I've had to rely on asking friends and family to send the ones they captured.<br />
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- <i>Shoot Off</i> - use a water gun to shoot ping pong balls off of golf tees<br />
- <i>Baseball Throw</i> - throw baseballs to knock down cans<br />
- <i>Punch-a-Bunch</i> - punch your hand through tissue paper to receive a prize<br />
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- <i>Ring Toss</i> - throw rings around empty glass bottles<br />
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Well it’s like Fight Club, and everyone knows that the first rule of Fight Club is you do NOT talk about Fight Club. So even though mom may show a smidgen of coolness it all goes out the window when she tells someone else about this car ride. Oh and did I mention my son is only 5 years old?!</div>
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In the morning, I like to get up just a little before the kiddos and watch a little bit of the morning news while I eat a bowl of my favorite cereal. However, my baby girl loves to be up during this time because my breakfast tastes so much better than anything else. Normally she eats in a high chair so I initially I thought she was only interested because I was eating on the floor. Nope! I tried to give her a small bowl of her own to eat beside me so I could keep her from climbing all over me while I finished breakfast. It has to be out of mom’s bowl and off of mom’s spoon.</div>
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The funniest part about these three things, if they didn’t do this and act the way they do, I would miss it terribly! One day, they’ll be old enough and not want to follow me and eat off my plate. However, I do think I will always be uncool, and that’s okay too.</div>
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When my son was 3 years old we purchased a bike with training wheels. We would go outside and ride which meant my son would sit on the seat and hold the handle bars while I pushed him. For whatever reason he kept refusing to keep his feet on the pedals, let alone help by pedaling. Sometimes the pedals would spin by themselves, sometimes they wouldn't, but he would not keep his feet on them, he'd even go as far as to raise his legs and prop them on the front tire fender.<br />
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My son's break lasts until Friday so he's still in relax and eat all the candy he can mode. He has also continually talked about the Easter Egg Hunt he had at my aunt's. And is constantly telling his baby sister how much better he is at finding eggs than she is - he's 5, she's 10 months.<br />
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When my son was almost two, my husband and I took him to a community egg hunt close to where we lived and I had my eyes opened. I had never heard of people just scattering all the eggs on the ground or watched adults race for eggs while knocking over little, tiny kids. They were claiming to help their kids but...well when you are knocking over toddlers, you aren't just helping. My husband tried to stand by one egg and let our son walk to it, however it was quickly picked up by an adult. It looked as if my husband may rip it back out of her hand, but he clenched his jaw and found another egg. Let me mention that because we didn't expect the adults picking up eggs, finding just one was a little harder than you may think. People run! And I'm not referring to the kids. Anyway, he found one egg, brought it close to my son, set it down to let our son "find" it. We cheered for him and then abruptly left. I never wanted to experience that again!<br />
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After lunch the kids pulled out the stickers (among the other goodies) that were in their eggs and got to match them to wrapped gifts. I would have never even thought of something like this, my son was so excited he couldn't calm down. The kids chased each other around, played, pushed at each other, played, ate goodies, and played more. </div>
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My son and I went for a quick walk around the block, as you can see, he found a friend. He actually wanted to bring him inside and keep as a pet, of course I said no. But my son wasn't deterred, he thought of the next best thing - let's bring the dog's crate outside so he can keep the deer and it wouldn't be in the house. </div>
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We arrive at the dentist and my son races to the building as I'm carrying the baby girl in the car seat that she sees as a 5-point harness death trap. She screams, cling to my hair or shirt before I can pull her away and into the seat to go anywhere. I thought, well I had hoped, that maybe, just maybe she'd fall asleep on the drive so she would sleep like a little angel during the dentist check-up. Oh silly momma, such wishful thinking!<br />
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I sat down beside him and began to read "Listen, Buddy" and as soon as I started the baby girl decided she couldn't stand the car seat a minute longer and needed out immediately. The woman in the waiting room, looked up at the screaming and I imagine thought, 'oh great a screaming baby, and this mom is going to read out loud to her kid.' In my defense, I bounced the baby girl so she would stop fussing and read quietly to my son.<br />
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The book he chose was about a rabbit not listening, whose father has a big nose - he is a great sniffer and whose mother has beautiful teeth - she is a great chomper. Buddy, the young rabbit, has beautiful, big ears, but he mishears everything because he doesn't listen, including when they give him directions for his first long hop. Instead of the path to the left and to the pond, he takes the path to the right straight to the cave of Scruffy Varmint. Scruffy directs Buddy to gather ingredients to make soup and put it on the fire. Buddy dumps the soup in the fire and Scruffy Varmint says he's going to have bunny rabbit soup instead! Buddy barely escapes but when he does make it home, he starts to listen to his parents.<br />
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Overall, it's a very cute story. However at the end of me reading it to my son, I asked him if he understood. He looks straight up at me and replies, not really, I wasn't really listening. AAAAAHHHH!<br />
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The woman sitting in the waiting room, started to laugh, she tried very hard to not let my son see but really, how can you not laugh. I read 30 pages about listening, and how important it is, the bunny almost was soup because he refused to listen, and my son didn't pay a bit of attention.<br />
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I was invited to do a girl's day on Saturday with my mother-in-law (her birthday weekend) and sister-in-law and as excited as I was about it, I also was a little apprehensive because it meant dad would have both kids for the majority of the day and this would be the first time that we had a babysitter watch the baby girl for a little while while my husband took our son to baseball. I know this may not sound like a lot but it would be my first time away for the majority of the day and the very first time with a babysitter that wasn't a grandparent.<br />
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I knew the kids would be fine, I knew the babysitter would be fine, I worried about my husband's stress level but knew he'd be fine, and as for me, well that was up in the air for the week leading up to my time away. As much as I was looking forward to the girl's day, I had some anxiety about leaving. Okay, a lot of anxiety about leaving but when I was invited to join them for a spa day, I was thrilled to even be asked.<br />
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Before you read the next paragraph let me first tell you, that I've been having cell phone problems - who doesn't, right - but even though it had been shutting off and refusing to power itself back up, in the last week, it was working better than the recent 'normal.' I made sure it was working before I left the house in case my husband needed something or I needed to check in and see how everyone was doing. Okay maybe needed isn't the correct word and I should replace with wanted.<br />
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Well…murphy's law with the phone. Um, not exactly the ideal time to have the phone power down. I did use my sister-in-law's phone to call home before I left but I didn't want to be the crazy mom that is constantly texting, "are you okay, how are the kid's, what is everyone eating, did the baby drink the milk from the cup, don't forget to check her diaper, etc" with someone else's phone. Maybe the phone shutting off was a blessing in disguise for everyone.<br />
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I was able to spend an absolutely wonderful day with the girls, and felt very much like a princess.<br />
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When I left the resort, which was the same time my husband and son left for baseball, I did drive faster than normal to get home because I was worried that the little baby girl might have had a harder day than normal and then she was having a babysitter for the first time. I also didn't want the sitter to have a bad experience; I want her to come back. I couldn't have been more wrong, when I walked into the house and up the steps, the sitter and baby were playing - no cries, no whines, playing. AND right before the babysitter was getting ready to leave, my baby girl reached for her! She doesn't reach for anyone! I mean obviously she reaches for me and my husband but it's rare that she'll reach for anyone else. I was absolutely overjoyed, she reached for her! Now, the sitter is such a sweet and great girl and that's a huge part of it, but my daughter is a tough critic right now.<br />
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Soon after I arrived home, my husband and son arrived and we all were able to hang out before bedtime with my son casually telling me, "I know you got to do something fun, and dad said sometimes you need to do fun stuff too, but next time I think I'll go too."<br />
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The other day my son received a couple new toys, more specifically a spy gear watch, a motion alarm, and two distraction alarm spheres. He's really into the spy thing and plays a ton at home and now plays at preschool with the other boys. The boys like to spy on the girls.<br />
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He had a watch that he pretended worked so he could receive his missions prior to the new deluxe watch. The new spy stuff beeps, makes all kinds of distracting noises, and lights up. Trust me, it works really well. He has set the motion alarm up so when his baby sister crawls past it, the thing screams with noise. He also jumps over top of the laser so his sister crawls after him and continually sets it off.<br />
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Even before these new toys, he had asked to take the old watch to school so the boys could all receive the mission. I had told him unless it's 'show and tell day' he couldn't take toys to school, in part because I don't want him to get in trouble and also because I'm afraid he'd lose them. I normally double check the backpack each morning before school to make sure everything is together…lunch is in there, the homework and folder are included, and any projects are kept at home. Plus we don't have toys in the pockets. My son knows I get it ready each school day.<br />
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On this particular morning, we had our normal routine and went to school. We are in the car line for the drop off and he hugs his little sister, jumps out, my window goes down so I can tell him to have a good day and quietly say "I love you," because evidently, even at 5 years-old it's embarrassing for your mom to say this in front of friends. Anyway, he mouths something to me. I told him that I wasn't sure what he was saying, thinking maybe he was saying he loved me too. A huge grin spread across his face, he excitedly yelled, "my new spy gear watch is in my pocket," turns around and runs for the school door.<br />
I'm in a car line with tons of people behind me, the baby is in the car, and he's running. Yep, my son - 1, mom - 0.<br />
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When I picked him up later that day, I asked if he left the watch in his locker. He very softly told me the teacher told him he needed to stop playing with it and eventually it went in the locker for the remainder of school. I mentioned that from now on he has to let spy stuff at home, he can receive his mission before he gets in the car. He smiled and said, "at least I got to take it today!" Not sure if that's another point for him, but I know I'm still losing.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Forget it, I'll make mom push me in my new swing!"</td></tr>
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<br />asvonavechttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12513846103628003284noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2577185338856585506.post-3776513349035402742014-03-16T13:34:00.003-04:002014-04-03T21:17:51.019-04:00Baseball and Little Kids<div style="font-size: 12px;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sy5wB2uEMRs/UyXgAg7xrdI/AAAAAAAAA7g/GYyMTLTQzHg/s1600/IMG_0888.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sy5wB2uEMRs/UyXgAg7xrdI/AAAAAAAAA7g/GYyMTLTQzHg/s1600/IMG_0888.jpg" height="320" width="238" /></a><span style="font-family: inherit; letter-spacing: 0px;">So when my husband and I had a little boy we immediately thought ‘of course he’ll play sports. We played sports, we love playing sports, we love watching sports, and although unspoken at the time, we both thought it would come easily and naturally for our son.’</span><span style="font-family: inherit; letter-spacing: 0px;"> </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Picture last year’s first practice, our four-year old son at the time, running out onto the field and stopping around second base, taking his glove off and putting it on his head and spinning round and round. Yep, this momma could barely hold back from yelling, ‘pay attention, put your glove back on your hand, and pay attention!’ Okay, so maybe I didn’t hold back the whole practice; I had to pull him aside once, alright, maybe three times. By the time the hour and a half was up, I was sweating through my shirt and couldn’t wait to just get home. I kept thinking, if he’s going to act like this every practice, I can’t take him. I’m not calm enough to take him and if I do, I may end up being “one of those parents” that can’t quit yelling at their kids. </span></span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">In the week before the next team practice, we played a lot more in the yard, trying to teach him just a few things. One of the main things, to try to pay attention. Many of you reading this may be thinking, he’s only four, he’s young, and maybe, just maybe you have a son or daughter that did the same thing. A couple parent’s told me, it’s normal, he’ll grow out of it. And I figured they were right, or at least a little right, but it didn’t help at the time. I went to the next team practice thinking I have to stay calm, if he’s having fun so what, right? </span></span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">My husband gave the rule, don’t take your glove off your hand. That statement to my husband meant: when you are in the field, you keep your glove on your hand and when you come in to bat, you take the glove off to bat. That statement to our son meant: do not under any circumstance take your glove off your hand. So when he want to bat he tried to explain to the coach that dad told him not to take the glove off. Needless to say, momma had to come over and say it’s okay, daddy meant in the field. After promising that daddy would want him to bat without his glove, he finally relented and took it off. Two practices down and how many more?!</span></span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The season went on and he did get better, he learned a lot, he had a lot of fun, and momma calmed down. We still had those practices when a rainbow was in the sky and practice stopped for every kid to examine the rainbow, when my child decided to throw his glove up in the outfield as high as he could get it, and once monsters had to chase him to first after he hit the ball. </span></span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">We all survived and you guessed it, we’re signed up for baseball this year! </span></span></div>
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asvonavechttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12513846103628003284noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2577185338856585506.post-33675657326503289352014-03-10T21:58:00.000-04:002014-03-10T21:58:00.886-04:00Family Friendly Restaurants<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Close your eyes, wait no no no, then you can’t read this! Okay, think of a restaurant that you would consider going out to eat dinner and taking your child(ren) and feel comfortable, dare I say relaxed. The adults have a nice meal, the kids have a nice selection, and if the kids get a little loud it’s okay because no one is going to give you the dreaded ‘hey lady, control your kids’ stare. </span></span><br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">We live in Washington, PA less than one hour outside of Pittsburgh and I haven’t found many options for family friendly restaurants. Oh and another little thing...you can’t stand in line to order; think of sitting down and giving your order to a server, yes, that eliminates McDonalds, Panera Bread, or any other fast food. </span></span><br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">There are many great places to eat in our town, actually lots, but just not a ton that seem to be focused on families. </span></span><br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">However, the top three that I would recommend:</span></span><br />
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<li style="margin: 0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b><i>Red Robin </i></b>- They have game machines when you enter, a television built into the floor and a large waiting area in case you have to wait a short time for a table. There mascot is a huge red robin for the kids to point out and the most important part, a kids menu - with a pizza option. The pizza option is pretty crucial in our family. Also the atmosphere is fun, it’s a little noisy but in a good family way, and people are relaxed. The servers are friendly and the kids can receive a balloon when they leave. A special bonus for our son is when we are driving there, he does the little slogan - “Reeed Robin...DING!” I actually think it’s “Reeed Robin, YUM” but he likes the DING at the top of his lungs much better.</span></span></li>
<li style="margin: 0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b><i>Eat-n-Park</i></b> - Maybe it’s because I loved this place growing up because my pap would now and then take my cousin and me for breakfast when his ham-radio club met once a month. We didn’t always go, but when we did my pap was so awesome he would let us cool 8-year-olds sit at a table by ourselves. Yes, it was right next to his, but it was separate, and for us, cool kids, it was the best! My son loves this place too - he can get a meal AND pick items off the soup and salad bar. He enjoys picking and choosing exactly what he wants on his plate - a space for cheese, a space for tomatoes, a space for sunflower seeds, and etc. Don’t worry he orders a meal off the kids menu too. Plus you get the free smiley cookie.</span></span></li>
<li style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><b><i>Applebees </i></b>- While this isn’t exactly approved by our son it’s a nice atmosphere for families. They have a large kids menu; my son’s groan is that they don’t have regular pizza, it’s a cheesy bread stick item. The restaurant has a ton of pictures and items on the wall for kids to look at and talk about. The servers are friendly and always try to take the time to talk to our son, asking him if he likes his dinner or his drink.</span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> </span></span></li>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">These three are by no means the only family friendly restaurants, just the ones that seem to work best for our family. Do you have a go-to family friendly restaurant that you visit? If so, please let me know in the comments. Or do you have one that my family should try? </span></span></div>
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asvonavechttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12513846103628003284noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2577185338856585506.post-19806913217837511962014-03-08T21:03:00.000-05:002014-03-08T21:03:27.854-05:00Our Annual Family 5K - 2014If you follow my blog or have read previous posts (thank you very much if you have!) you know that each year our family tries to do a 5K race together. It also seems to be that we end up doing a different race every year, and while I'd like to stick with one, it just doesn't work out that way.<br />
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<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ya9isOm0CFI/UxvK2eXvOtI/AAAAAAAAA7E/lJkOyxT99MA/s1600/cropped-3rdannuallogo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ya9isOm0CFI/UxvK2eXvOtI/AAAAAAAAA7E/lJkOyxT99MA/s1600/cropped-3rdannuallogo.jpg" height="200" width="182" /></a>This year though, I remembered early enough about the <a href="http://www.miracle5k.org/" target="_blank">Miracle Bunny Trail</a> that happens around Easter. My cousin has helped with this race each year and from what I've heard, it's a great family race event. They even have a MINI-Kid's Hop that is only a half mile for the little legs and they get a certificate. If you have little kids, you know how big of a deal that certificate is; it's HUGE for my 5-year-old. They also will have activities for the kids that include an Easter egg hunt, a visit from the Easter Bunny, and other fun stuff.<br />
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My husband, the baby girl, and I will do the 5K walk while my son does the fun activities. My son wasn't concerned at all with the half mile distance - his only concern…does he have to hop for the entire half mile? I love how his mind works, it's so sweet and innocent.<br />
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And if you are wondering, no, they don't have to hop at all.<br />
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If you are interested in registering visit <a href="http://www.miracle5k.org/">www.miracle5k.org</a><br />
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