tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82383927987550822192024-02-07T00:41:34.170-05:00A Masters and a MomA mom with a masters degree learning about raising a family.JIllhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17994469971363011639noreply@blogger.comBlogger182125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8238392798755082219.post-48340100637879263122011-11-24T20:23:00.000-05:002011-11-24T20:23:27.085-05:00Happy turkey day! Oh, to be grateful, really grateful. Grateful for what you have and the people in your lives. Grateful for the person you are and the people who have had a hand in making you that person. I am grateful, not only for the things I have but for the people in my life.<br />
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I am grateful for my parents, and my brother. They have set the base for my life and the building blocks of who I am. They are the ones that taught me to care about myself as well as others. They are the ones that taught me to fight for what I want and to not give up. I think my brother made me the fighter. The one that made me think about how I could change things around to get in my way.<br />
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I am grateful for my husband. The man that made me love. The one that stands by my side through the thick and thin. I am grateful for the fact that he can make me laugh, but also that he can make me feel safe and cared for. I am grateful for his ability to provide for our family.<br />
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I am grateful for my boys.<br />
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For O, who challenges me everyday. The one that makes me stop and think what really matters. The one that gives me a run for my money. <br />
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Happy Turkey Day! JIllhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17994469971363011639noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8238392798755082219.post-76610356424647325462011-11-02T13:53:00.000-04:002011-11-02T13:53:24.881-04:00What November Holly cow where has the time gone? I can't even believe that Halloween is over and now November? This is the time of year when things kick into high gear and time really flys. <br />
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So Halloween was fun this year. O was a hit and loved everything that we did. He was a pirate this year and I have to say I loved his costume! Grandma made it for him and it turned out so so good.<br />
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We were able to carve one pumpkin this year. The other three either got eaten by the squirrels or just went bad.<br />
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Halloween night was a little stressful at first. It started off with Hubby having to change my flat tire on the car, and he is not a car person. Thank goodness for a passing neighbor who came to the rescue and helped him out. Little B did not understand the costume thing so he had a fit and O just did not want his picture taken.<br />
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What a great day! JIllhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17994469971363011639noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8238392798755082219.post-604132469258436502011-09-22T13:46:00.000-04:002011-09-22T13:46:58.502-04:00Please just pick me up...... I don't care if your back is hurting.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6eP9U_yeg-5IQBMk3_I570-qZ2kSjY4fUnEcQKjf6Tr40OzEtGgaCebGR2G0IA0tQt0xrgG8nW9KYKCZ3-YbpDXz-jVd4SVHdTNz4gyrTnw8D4O0MEnK6mt96O2I3sXkguyFtyAxpqViw/s1600/DSC_0165.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" hca="true" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6eP9U_yeg-5IQBMk3_I570-qZ2kSjY4fUnEcQKjf6Tr40OzEtGgaCebGR2G0IA0tQt0xrgG8nW9KYKCZ3-YbpDXz-jVd4SVHdTNz4gyrTnw8D4O0MEnK6mt96O2I3sXkguyFtyAxpqViw/s320/DSC_0165.JPG" width="320" /></a></div> Yes, it is true. I did it again. My back is killing me. But this time I did it in and I am down and out. Now this story starts back in June when I first hurt my back. I pulled some mussels during one of my Stroller Strides class. It put me down for a week or so and them I was moving again. Well I thought at least. Looking back at the summer, I have been headed down hill all summer. <br />
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Before the first injury I was moving and grooving. I was exercising 6 days a week. I was running/walking 4 miles pushing both boys in the stroller. After the injury I have not been able to do the walking and running I was doing. Every time I thought I was back on my feet I would hurt it again. It just became a nagging hurt until last week. I simply bent down to buckle Little B's shoe and I felt a pinch. It was all down hill from there. By the next day I was at the Chiropractor and could hardly get off the table. I needed help to get the kids in the car and home. Xrays show that there are some bulging disks which are pinching nerves. <br />
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So here we are almost 2 weeks later and I am getting by day by day. With meds on board I am able to get through the day. I start physical therapy tomorrow and hopefully that will help. But let me tell you my house is not the same with me under the weather. It has been hard. The boys are use to being outside and doing different activities, but this week has been a lot of sitting in the house. Which means more fitting, screaming, crying and frustration. It has not been fun and has not helped me feel any better about myself. <br />
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With that said, today we did make it to the park and met some friends, who thank god, helped me keep the boys safe. The boys had fun, but Little B still just wants me to pick him up. It is so hard when he does not understand that mommy can't do it. I don't want to drop him and hurt him, so there is very little picking up.<br />
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Tomorrow is hopefully the start to my recovery. The first steps to getting me back to where I was back in June. The first steps to getting my family happy and healthy. My fingers are crossed that this works and I don't have to go through this again. Here is to tomorrow. The pressure is on. JIllhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17994469971363011639noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8238392798755082219.post-37430021270734196062011-09-06T20:34:00.000-04:002011-09-06T20:34:57.148-04:0017 MonthsHe is 17 months old today!<br />
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Boy do I love him!!! He is getting so big. He is running and playing. He is a car lover. He thinks about everything before he does it. He surprises me with the things he does. The things he knows and how smart he is. He watches everyone doing everything and then it sticks, next thing I know he is doing it himself.<br />
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I love him!JIllhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17994469971363011639noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8238392798755082219.post-17338275020872161762011-09-05T20:34:00.000-04:002011-09-05T20:34:16.680-04:00Pre KYes it is the first day of Pre K!!<br />
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He is excited to go back which is tomorrow and this time he goes for the whole 3 hours. I can't wait to see how he does and what he says when he comes home.JIllhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17994469971363011639noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8238392798755082219.post-26583957974810792942011-09-02T20:50:00.000-04:002011-09-02T20:50:40.145-04:00Irene Well we made it. We prepared and then waited for it to come. It seemed like forever for it to come. On Saturday we did some last minute shopping and a stop at the park to run some energy off. Then the storm hit. We made it through. We lost power Saturday evening after we had dinner, got the baths done and even watched a movie before bedtime for the kids. I was up most the night just watching the trees in our back yard. I was hoping they would all stay in place and they did. I will have to say is was scary. But we made it with only a mess and now power.<br />
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The power is back on and life is getting back to normal. I hurt my back trying to start the generator and that is getting better. The house is almost back to normal and it is quiet outside, which is wonderful. I would have to say the noise from all the generators was unreal and now it is quiet and I love it.<br />
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So for now good bye to Irene. Hopefully she will be the only storm to hit use this year, but who knows.<br />
JIllhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17994469971363011639noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8238392798755082219.post-47844194397222175702011-08-24T20:37:00.000-04:002011-08-24T20:37:45.357-04:00Earthquake!! Yes that is right. A earthquake in Maryland. It was yesterday, but I had a busy day so I am just getting around to writing about it. <br />
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Now living in Maryland I never thought about earthquakes. The just don't happen, right? That is how I see it. In fact I was under the impression that there were no faults under this side of the country so we were good. Well I was wrong.<br />
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We were at the pool when it hit. In fact we were getting ready to come home. It had been a day with the boys and I was looking forward to nap time when we got home. I was sitting on a lounge chair putting Little B's diaper on when I felt the first little movement. At first I thought the chair was going to flip over and we would have round three with my injured back. But I was wrong. My next thought was a large truck just passed by, but I did not hear anything. Then the ground beneath my feet felt like it was rolling. It felt like I was on a boat, but I was not. O was standing just a few feet away from me, saying "mommy what is going on? Why is the ground shaking." I looked at this man who was working at the pool, and he said "that's an earthquake." I shook my head yes and he ran and cleared the swimmers from the pool.<br />
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It was only about 20 seconds long and it was done. I don't think I was scared, but excited and weirded out. I finish packing the kids up, we got dressed and headed home. The part that I did not like was that I was unable to get a hold of my hubby. The phones were not working. We were right across the street from where he works but I could not see anyone leaving the building when we drove off so I headed home thinking it was no big deal. It took 45 minutes before I got a hold of him. He was fine. It just unnerved me to not be able to get a hold of him.<br />
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All in all I have to say I survived an earthquake. It was an experience. It was only a 5.8, I can only imagine what something bigger would feel like. I have to say I don't want to know. I am good with the one we had. I don't needed to know what any larger earthquake feels like, nor do I need to experience one again. Done check that off the list of things I have done in my lifetime.JIllhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17994469971363011639noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8238392798755082219.post-2991809539910276792011-08-20T20:32:00.000-04:002011-08-20T20:32:06.134-04:0020 years of friendship Last night I went out to dinner with my friend Kristin. We went to celebrate our 20 year anniversary of our friendship. That is a long time. It was 20 years ago in August that I meet Kristin when we first started band camp in high school She was a year older than me but we both played the flute. Our friendship started there and has build and grown into a wonderful relationship that we have now. <br />
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We have been through the think and thin with each other. We have been through boyfriends, and break ups, going to college and the tuff times with taking classes. We have been there for each other with set back in school and with family. We have been in weddings and watch as we each met the men that are now our husbands. We made it through her divorce and her second marriage. We have been there for each other with the birth on my children and now is the time that she is trying to start her family, yeah!<br />
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Dinner was fun. It has been a while since we have gotten together just the two of us and had time to chat. It was fun to be out and just talk about our lives now an in the past. We talked about all the proms and dances we went to and with what boys we went with. We thought back to the funny stories of our first kisses and when she told me she had sex for the first time. We went from remembering the past to talking about our current lives and what is going on now. Her new job, what my plans are for the weekend. How my boys are. We even had time to talk about the future. Will I go back to work in the classroom, what she thinks she will do once she has a baby. How are things going on the baby front. It was one great dinner and conversations.<br />
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I don't know what I would do without a friend like Kristin. She has been through the thick and thin with me. Don't get me wrong, there are a few other friends of mine that are very important to me, but I just have not known them for as long as I have known Kristin. I hope that we continue to have such a good friendship and that in 20 years we can go to dinner and look back at our lives again.<br />
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I have been asked several times lately if I am going to go back to the classroom and I always respond with I am not sure. I would like to say that I was a good teacher. I seem to have people tell me that I was. I ended up doing many different workshops where I taught my fellow teachers how to do different things in the classrooms. But I would also like to think that I am a good teacher for the simple fact that I was honest and took a leave to raise my children. I don't think that I can be a good teacher and a good mom. I don't think that I can raise a family the way that I feel a family should be raised and be a teacher at the same time. I believe in the fact that I know this and admit it makes me a good teacher. <br />
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As the start of a new school year has begun in the school around me it has gotten me thinking about what I am going to do with my teaching. I don't think I want to go back. I am thinking that when the letter comes next year and I have to check either to return or resign I will resign. I just don't think I can be that mom who is also a great teacher. To be a teacher takes so much time and time that is not in the work day. Time from home and family life. I also want to be able to be there when my kids get home from school as well as be able to be present in their schools and classrooms. I want the to know that if they are in trouble I will be there. I just feel like I can not give the boys 100% and give teaching 100%. One will fail and I know myself, I will not be happy with that. So this year is my year to figure out what I am going to do. I have my masters and I worked hard for it. I would like to use it if I can. I am thinking about maybe teaching a college class. I don't think it will be the same as teaching children but I may surprise myself. We will have to wait and see.<br />
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But for now I am going to focus on my job as a full time mom. I am going to give it my 100% We will see where it takes me.<br />
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I am doing it for these boys.<br />
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So we headed down to check the place out. We got there right before it opened stood in line and were able to score some good seats right by the pool. This was good because as the day went on the seats were gone. The boys had a blast. The park is perfect for a family with children O and Little B's age. There was a baby pool for Little B but we spent most of our time in the main pool.<br />
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There were two big water slides that O was not tall enough to go down and then about 5 smaller ones that all landed in the same pool, which was great for O. He was able to go on his own down the slides all he wanted and he always ended back up in the same pool and we could keep our eyes on him.<br />
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There is also a lazy river which I made O wear his life jacket but he still had a blast. All in all it was a great day. The weather was amazing, sunny and 85 degrees. We could not have picked a better day. We will be keeping our eyes out for more coupons for this place and hitting it again.JIllhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17994469971363011639noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8238392798755082219.post-54420419850438010022011-08-06T16:20:00.000-04:002011-08-06T16:20:37.021-04:00I can't believe it has been 16 monthsHe is 16 months old today!<br />
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Today we took a boat trip. We went out for the first time on our little boat. We have gone out on my parents boat but this was on our little boat. Little be was a little confused. I think he recognized it from being in our drive way but was not sure what to think when it was moving on the water. The trip was short and he screamed for half, he just got tired and it was time to come home. We did not go fast but we drove around looking at the big houses that we would love to own.<br />
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It was a great trip. I think Little B enjoyed it. <br />
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Happy 16 months sweet little boy.JIllhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17994469971363011639noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8238392798755082219.post-3558062247507590542011-08-05T15:46:00.000-04:002011-08-05T15:46:06.168-04:00Road trip to . . . Ohio Last weekend was our summer trip to Ohio. Both of my parents are from Cleveland and so other than my parents and brother the rest of the family is in Ohio. So going there has been part of my life and has become part of my boy's lives. It will be sad when it is not part of our lives anymore, and I am sad to say that might happen sooner than I would like to think. <br />
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I think visiting Cleveland is fun. It is fun to see my family, and it is fun to see my sons learning about a different state and seeing family they don't normally see. The fact that both my great grandfathers are alive means that when we go there is 4 generations in one location. I just think that is cool.<br />
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The boys did great on both the trip up and the trip home. 6 hours is a long time to sit in a car. We decided to do the trip during the day and they both did so well. I was not sure how Little B would do since he is still rear facing but his seat recline back enough that he was able to watch some of the movies.<br />
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We went up an extra day so that we could do some fun things in the Cleveland area. Of course it rained but we still hit the Science Center. I wanted to go to the zoo, but we will have to save that for next trip. The Science center was good and we even took my uncle. I think we all had a good time.<br />
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O seemed to really enjoy himself even though it was all a bit over his head. I don't think he really understood what all the displays were doing but he had fun playing with all the different things.<br />
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Now the big his was the kid room and the ball pit. The outside water area was closed since it was raining but I don't think my kids even missed it. They loved playing in the ball pit.<br />
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</div> While we were there we got to meet the newest addition to the family. My cousin had a baby, so here are the new cousins. I know they are not first cousins but they are cousins and that is cool.<br />
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There was basket ball to learn how to play:<br />
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When we got married we owned a 24 foot power boat. It was great for days out running about on the water, pulling a tube or a skier. It was fun times. I will have to say that when O came into the picture it was just difficult. There was no place to put him to get him out of the sun and it was difficult with a life jacket. The boat was also needing more and more repairs so we were just dumping money into it, that is the way it goes with boats, and not getting any enjoyment out of it. So we sold it in hopes of getting a more family friendly boat that we could do some cruising on. Well that did not happen. I got prego with Little B and there went our hopes of a boat. We just were not going to be able to take on a boat payment as well as paying for the gas and slip rent. It had to go on hold.<br />
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So with all that being said we try and go out with my parents on their boat at least once a summer. We just go out for dinner and a swim but it is still fun. This year was great! O is getting bigger and can now understand more and enjoy it so much more. He is getting more comfortable with going fast; they no longer have a sailboat but a power boat. In the past once my father would get the boat moving O would just cry. But know he is either sitting with his Grand D, watching where we are going.<br />
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Once we got anchored and changed into our swim suits the fun really began. O discovered how much fun a boy can have jumping off the boat.<br />
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The fourth was also fun. It is great to get together with family. This family has really grown over the years. Now my hubby has just one sister and she does not have any children, but he grew up living next store to his cousin which seemed like a brother to him. Well that cousin has three children, so our children get to play together like first cousin.<br />
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There were crabs to eat:<br />
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</div>JIllhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17994469971363011639noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8238392798755082219.post-64546116116659959712011-06-27T15:36:00.000-04:002011-06-27T15:36:45.342-04:00Vacation and Father's Day all wrapped up into one What a week! We had a great time. Lets rewind and take a look at it. It started on Saturday June 18th. We packed up the car and headed to the beach. O was so excited and so was his Daddy. We headed out a little later than planned just because I had so much to do to get ready. But we got there with not problems.<br />
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Sunday was father's day. It rained but we hit the beach anyway.<br />
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Juice boxes to be <strong><span style="font-size: x-large;">drank</span></strong>:<br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">Rides</span></strong> to ride:<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">and cloth diapered <span style="font-size: x-large;">babies playing</span> in the sand</div><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Played</span> in the surf:<br />
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On Saturday morning we were waken by cries from O, who had rolled over and bumped his head on the nightstand. Not only did he bump his head but he cut the corner of his eye which required a trip to the E.R. Since it was our day to come home anyway, we packed it up and made the trip to the E.R. then home. O is all patched up and we are home!<br />
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The last night we were there some bad storms moved through. But they left behind one great rainbow:<br />
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</div> He has really come to enjoy the game. I think that he really likes the team aspect of it and it has helped him grow and mature so much over these last 3 months. He has also really gotten good at the physical aspect of the game and he has gotten such a sense of pride in himself.<br />
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</div> Here he is hitting the ball that the coach pitched to him. He did it twice this game! He was so excited that he did it you could see it on his face.<br />
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</div> Look at that face, he is smiling from ear to ear! I love it and will miss it this summer. It was fun to watch him learn, grown and love a sport that keeps him active.<br />
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</div> Now O did not just get this excitement from playing the game. It was his coach that taught him it. Coach Tim was great. He loved the game and loved working with the kids and you could tell. It is just like seeing that teacher that just loves what they do. Their students then love what they are doing too. <br />
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</div> Coach Tim was excited to be at every practice and game, which is what made O excited to be there too. Don't get me wrong there were days, every game day to be up front with you, that O did not want to go; but once we got there Coach Tim came through and got O on that field and having a great time. He ran the bases with the kids and cheered them on when they did a good job. He would real them in when they were lost in the out field and pump them up keeping them in the game. He taught them what it was like to be on a team and to be a good team player. We will miss Coach Tim and all that he has done for O.<br />
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</div> So today was the end of T - ball and I am not sure that O understands that. I am proud of how much he has learn, excited to see him having so much fun and sad to know that for the time being it is going away. Lets just hope that O gets another good coach next year. The bar has been set high by Coach Tim.<br />
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Have a wonderful Sunday everyone!<br />
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Yes, it is true! It is finally here!<br />
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I am the first to admit it. I am a stroller snob. I have to many, and yes I use them all. I have always had a lot of strollers so it is not surprising that I just got another one. <br />
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Since I have been staying home one of the things I wanted to do is to loss the weight, keep it off and get fit. I got my phil and teds dash with the doubles's seat right before Little B was born to use as my day to day stroller. Works great still use it. I had my single BOB for my exercise and walks but I always did it with one child. Well now that O is staying home for the summer and will be going to afternoon prek I will be going to my Stroller Strides class and doing my morning walks/jogs with both kids. This is why I needed a jogging stroller that fit 2.<br />
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I love it! The boys seem to like it! It took a while to get it, but it is here. So I have added another stroller to my collection of strollers. Yes I am a stroller snob.JIllhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17994469971363011639noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8238392798755082219.post-76514089443736455472011-05-28T20:53:00.000-04:002011-05-28T20:53:16.446-04:00Walking<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgARTioE1i2K0LPYiUQ7legFfjJ5atNNkfZWE8HNEVl3sGXuVWiV0HPk6OoHDZ-2ltjYzd8xHzV1etCDWJgN2b2CEAIkeOeGR2RiFHviuIpD0u4B-P80RSfRrCwq6fmvrfvVJkBmN3B-4fk/s1600/DSC_0247.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgARTioE1i2K0LPYiUQ7legFfjJ5atNNkfZWE8HNEVl3sGXuVWiV0HPk6OoHDZ-2ltjYzd8xHzV1etCDWJgN2b2CEAIkeOeGR2RiFHviuIpD0u4B-P80RSfRrCwq6fmvrfvVJkBmN3B-4fk/s320/DSC_0247.JPG" t8="true" width="213" /></a></div>Yes, he has taken his first steps. It was just the other day and both Rob and I were lucky enough to be there when he did it. It was cool. <br />
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He would much rather crawl from place to place. He does like to stick with what he knows. <br />
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Yeah Little B!!! Mommy loves you.JIllhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17994469971363011639noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8238392798755082219.post-15117879750131581062011-05-17T21:12:00.000-04:002011-05-17T21:12:54.491-04:00A new chapter in our lives.<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> When my baby boy was born 13 1/2 months ago, his first meal was my breast milk. Now 13 1/2 months latter he has moved on to rice milk and solid foods. Yes I made it 13 1/2 months! I can't believe it. That is a lot for me. I nursed O for a year, but buy his first birthday he was weaned so this extra 6 weeks was a big deal for me.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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I am grateful that they have been given to me. That I get to raise them and care for them and meet their needs. I am the one that the turn to in need and look for encouragement from. It is me that they hug and kiss and call for in the night.<br />
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I am grateful for their health. For the most part they are healthy happy boys. There are some food allergies and a little unknown issues with their digestive track, but this is all minor. They are healthy, growing boys. No big problems!<br />
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I love that you both seem to love each other. Now there are the little fights and screaming fits, but for the most part you both love each other. I know by the look on Little B's face when O is the first one to open the door in the morning. I you love each other when O runs up and gives you a hug. I know you love each other when you both are playing together in your power wheels. I am grateful for the opportunity to teach you to love each other.<br />
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I am grateful that O has become a team player and is enjoying playing Tball. The fact that he is learning how to work with others and really seems to enjoy it make me happy. I also want to instill fitness into his life and make it a way of life. I am grateful that it seems to be working.<br />
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I am grateful to be blessed with two wonderful little boys. There are so many women in the world that long to be mothers and can not, and there are those who have lost their little ones and making this day a hard one. I am grateful to have my babies with me and I don't want to take any minute for granted. I love them!<br />
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It was a day that we did nothing but family, and I don't even mean extended family, just our little family. Now the grandparents live close, but they had different plans for the day and it left us with just ourselves and we did not really have much planned to do. It turned out to be one of the best days we have had in a while!!<br />
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We stared the day off with Easter baskets!<br />
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The hard part for me is how to have a soy and dairy free house. Now O and I can do soy but to cut out soy and dairy has been a challenge. I also have found that Little B is a picky eater. That may be becuase his belly hurts when he eats the wrong things. It is a challenge and right now he seems to eat only 5 or 6 things. Now I am still working on learning how to cook dairy and soy free. It seems like everything has soy in it, so now I have to really make things from scratch. I will have to say for his birthday I was able to make a dairy and soy free cake, with diary and soy free frosting. <br />
So my work is cut out for me. To wean my baby and figure out what I am going to feed him and how to mange the meals in my house. <br />
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I have really been thinking about this lately, for what ever reason I don't know. But I just want to know what I think the boys will do with their lives. I have mostly been thinking about it with O since little be is a little young I don't know what he might do. But O, he has a personality that shines builder or construction. I think he is going to do something with his hands. I think he is going to go into a field where he is building something. He loves his wood. He even got wood for Christmas and that was the best gift for him. <br />
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Every Friday my husband takes O to visit his granddad at the workshop that he is building a boat at. O loves it. He "helps" out, well as much as a 4 year old can help.<br />
O just loves his wood.<br />
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I will not be surprised when he grows up and decided to go into a field where he is building something. I am not sure what but building.<br />
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I guess I will just have to wait and see what happens in the future! <br />
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<em><span style="font-size: x-small;">My friends what do you think your little ones will do when they grow up?</span></em><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGLbKFZ7JkDHwOZkLs1WHmk7XgpsyMe5SVwXdNWmsVe8FKFBtvelx-ZCESrKmise_JEJCMbOM3bsbPGcwUWTTHKlnK_ruz-FXINHMK1-SPM6SVD40u1DSyZG4JI9tARyOvwgpTEfgN7LEJ/s1600/DSC00362.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGLbKFZ7JkDHwOZkLs1WHmk7XgpsyMe5SVwXdNWmsVe8FKFBtvelx-ZCESrKmise_JEJCMbOM3bsbPGcwUWTTHKlnK_ruz-FXINHMK1-SPM6SVD40u1DSyZG4JI9tARyOvwgpTEfgN7LEJ/s320/DSC00362.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>I can see the little boy he is going to become. He is a lover of plans. He points them out as the fly over head. Balls are his passion. He loves to chase them and roll them. Like his brother, he loves the outdoors. It was just today when I said "want to go outside" that he came crawling over as fast as he could to get his coat on. Wow my baby is not a little baby any more.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhimXtHDemDCVPhOgINkYGufeiijICdTeHbPX4zyDfK_uUQyRwWHRZVhv-Sw_WTeIE-3ZDV7yWndwP2utC1_y_aE0JL4KISTKqzWOJ8DQWz3U83clOnLQtDxIlU7CCVndf1NW5UjL37rjRf/s1600/DSC_0003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhimXtHDemDCVPhOgINkYGufeiijICdTeHbPX4zyDfK_uUQyRwWHRZVhv-Sw_WTeIE-3ZDV7yWndwP2utC1_y_aE0JL4KISTKqzWOJ8DQWz3U83clOnLQtDxIlU7CCVndf1NW5UjL37rjRf/s320/DSC_0003.JPG" width="213" /></a></div>Happy birthday sweet boy!JIllhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17994469971363011639noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8238392798755082219.post-79420715569854231462011-04-03T20:53:00.000-04:002011-04-03T20:53:28.356-04:00Opening Day! Yesterday was opening day for O's baseball league. There were no games, funny how they called it opening day, but a parade and lots of games. What was nice was that they had games for the big kids and then the same games for the little ones to. Now this was all new for O so of course we had a hard time getting him in the uniform.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSScGD3beNEycZL98tMUAtEYI5Mmj6RwYG7AKtclVO03aIMJ_Sx7P-TKhUopnspC5oXVKvruu3muq9KqiMISYBVdvV_gMN5I6xgO1h9RQVxbqsZxlppBvhUhmC1Q7ZsBy0phyJhpG1HNA1/s1600/DSC_0023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSScGD3beNEycZL98tMUAtEYI5Mmj6RwYG7AKtclVO03aIMJ_Sx7P-TKhUopnspC5oXVKvruu3muq9KqiMISYBVdvV_gMN5I6xgO1h9RQVxbqsZxlppBvhUhmC1Q7ZsBy0phyJhpG1HNA1/s320/DSC_0023.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>The parents that can do this are much better than I am. I am very glad I did not volunteer to do the banner. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaaZ6QBbIwW0evrzSGr1vN6HEJKCmwaNaHh16IuetXF5VMKjPn2Gyssoj6X7kMu-0TlHj2Ai81Xt2XElbZfxpw66Oc5tE_Q5Zjdw4nlYKGFbHaTAjCRz7vd4Er2ujb3Zrl-C6q9nuZYC_i/s1600/DSC_0034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaaZ6QBbIwW0evrzSGr1vN6HEJKCmwaNaHh16IuetXF5VMKjPn2Gyssoj6X7kMu-0TlHj2Ai81Xt2XElbZfxpw66Oc5tE_Q5Zjdw4nlYKGFbHaTAjCRz7vd4Er2ujb3Zrl-C6q9nuZYC_i/s320/DSC_0034.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Once we were finished doing the activities it was time to line up for the parade. So I left O with the coach on a field filled with coaches and kids hoping that I would see him walking with the coach in the parade. I even told O to stay right with Coach Tim and don't leave his side. He listened because that is his little head sticking up from the banner right next to Coach Tim. <br />
The weather did seem to hold off so we could get everything in. There were periods of rain but nothing very hard or very long. At one point I did get worried though. So Little B, who had been riding along on daddy's back, found a place under the bleachers to stay dry.<br />
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