Clark Infested Waters

Ka-chow!

2011-11-21T21:00:00.008-05:00

You have to know this little guy to know "Ka-chow!"

For the Con-Man, "Ka-chow" = Lightening McQueen!

Tonight, when he took his eye to his toy box, I loaded him up for urgent care in his "Ka-chow" jammies, "Ka-chow" slippers, and with his "Ka-chow" toy car (the woobie was temporarily unlocatable). He was so brave. He didn't even cry. Nor did it phase him that his eye was leaking blood. Instead, he skipped around the urgent care office, and laid still waiting for his "Ka-chow" tracks (steri strips) to be put in place.

"Two tracks!" he said. He can't wait to show all his friends at school tomorrow!

I am so glad we had the Christmas pictures done just hours before!

Liberty and Justice

2011-11-14T06:12:00.006-05:00

This past week, we celebrated the brave men and women who dedicate and sacrifice their lives to serve our country.

As such, Katie learned all about the "veterans", and practiced filling in the blanks on the pledge she has been reciting now for two years.

But, on this day...for some reason...it was all about her. She gets her sense of humor from her Father.

Finding your voice

2011-11-13T15:30:00.012-05:00

I remember when we found out we were having a boy. Other Moms warned be it would be different. "You will love your children the same," they would say. "But, your relationship with your son will be different."

While I didn't think it was possible, they were right. I do love my children the same, but my relationships with them are different.

I have told your story before. After eighteen months seeing an Early Intervention Specialist once a week, you still hadn't found "your voice". You were two years behind, and the specialists offered me no options, despite my expressions of concern.

I have always believed God puts people in your life for a reason...be it good or bad. Thankfully, God put a friend in my life who cared enough (and knew enough) to show me I did have options. I needed to see a developmental pediatrician for a medical opinion. Thanks to God, my dear friend, and a few good doctors, we received your medical diagnosis and began our treatment plan.

Since that time six months ago, you have indeed "found your voice". I will never forget when you said "Mama" for the first time, "Love you", or "I can talk". Sure, you may not be able to say your name, but you can spell it! Your words aren't always clear, but you have come leaps and bounds.

We look forward to celebrating your progress again and again! We have so much hope and are so proud of you!

http://youtu.be/oCFwnqzI6pg

Tombstones

2011-11-08T17:39:00.005-05:00

Joe was driving Kate back from horseback this evening...

Kate (pointing out the window): I saw the stones. They are by the church. That's where you are not allowed to go.

Joe (looking out the window): Stones? Oh, the tombstones. Do you know what those are?

Kate: No.

Joe: When a person dies, their body is buried in the ground and marked with a tombstone. Their body stays in the ground and their spirit goes to heaven.

Kate: With their head?

Some things are just worth documenting...

Happy Fall

2011-10-29T08:37:00.023-04:00

As record breaking as it is, I am thankful for the Halloween weekend...and the snow. It has forced cancellations on our holiday plans, and allowed me to sip on a warm beverage, under a fuzzy blanket, next to the fireplace, while catching up on the fun things I have put aside for way too long. The laundry can wait...today is about crafts, cookies, and the kids.

The seasons have turned. The tights have been dug out, the boots dusted off, and we have embraced all things Fall. What we discovered to be our favorite tradition for Christmas, has now become a family tradition for Fall.

We slung apples

Pet the sheep...cookie and lil darlin.

Took a tractor ride to a pumpkin patch to find pumpkins of our very own.

And watched the kids make the most of hay bails.

Kate took a school field trip to Browns Apple Orchard with her best bud Carsyn

and Conor (Buzz Lightyear) had a Halloween parade.

We gathered with family for the annual carving of pumpkins

And watched for the first time as the kids really embraced the fun of ripping out the guts.
Happy Fall!

Kinder be Kind

2011-10-22T07:25:00.004-04:00

Kindergarten has changed you. You are more independent. More responsible. You are requesting to take baths on your own, saying things like, "I can do it, Mommy" when I try to help, and are forming words with your letters.

It's only been two months, but I have seen the changes. Just a few weeks ago, you requested to rid your costume carousel and get a desk. Given the nature of the request, we obliged.And this week, I took you for your five year old pictures. With just one look, your Daddy said, "I'm dead". I think he can see the changes too!

School Days

2011-09-26T22:38:00.013-04:00

Just like when the kids moved into their BIG beds, I put this post off for one month too. We had an earthquake and flooding from a hurricane...yet...this is the memory I will keep.

This year the kids both hit big milestones...Kate entering Kinder and Conor headed to Pre-school.

Since she was 6 months old, Kate has spent her days with Ms. Marci. I took this picture on her last day. It was a Wednesday. So, it was hard to believe that just one day later, she looked like this. In my eyes, it was like she grew up over night.

True to his personality, Conor took the first day of school without fear or reservation. He only had a moment of sadness when he found out he couldn't ride the school bus with his sister.

I couldn't have said it better. "You are my sunshine," Buddy.

It has been an exciting month for them both, and I couldn't be more pleased with how they are embracing their new friends and adventures. So, I have to face the inevitable...time goes forward.

Still...I wish it would slow down a bit...

Woobies are hereditary

2011-08-24T12:36:00.009-04:00

As a baby, we frequently wrapped our son in his sister's Christening blanket because it was soft, knitted, cool, and didn't seem to bother his sensitive skin the way the other blankets did. Since then, it has remained a necessity. He sleeps with it, travels with it everywhere (although it stays in the car), takes it to daycare, and brings it to dinner. It has been swimming, made smores, flown on an airplane, and dragged through the dirt more times than I can count. It is frayed, has holes, and is no longer a bright shade of white. It's his "woobie".

I have been thinking about how to rid him of it, and even looked to Mr. Mom (1983) for advice.

http://youtu.be/t2-NFhEl-DM

But, that didn't work.

Then, last weekend, we were cleaning out the basement going through old boxes when we found this. The picture doesn't due it justice. My husband had stored away his favorite old t-shirt in the bottom of a box. It was faded, torn multiple times around the logo on the backside, and was so thin I could have used it for kleenex. Yet, he held it like a new born baby. Better yet, like our son holds his woobie.

Jeans Please

2011-08-11T11:48:00.005-04:00

With the exception of her snowsuit, she has not had a desire to wear jeans or pants in over three years. Even in the winter. However, in the one week since she has met Hannah and Miles, she has requested jeans and received a new shiny "heart embelished" leather belt from Mom Mom and Pop Pop.

I am nervous what the next year will bring. She is head over heels in love with her horses.

Cowgirl Up

2011-08-04T21:41:00.014-04:00

While my grandparents had a farm growing up, I was told we could never have horses. They were too much maintenance and too dangerous. So, I resulted to picking eggs, feeding chicks, and the like. They were all good memories. But, it wouldn't be until I was 23 years old and living in Southern California, that I would have my first ride on a horse. It was a trail ride in Descanso and one of the best days ever! It felt so natural to ride. It was relaxing. Therapeutic almost.

Fast forward to 2011. Our little Kate is obsessed with horses. She wears them on her shirts, carries stuffed varieties on road trips, and recently received an American Girl Palomino compliments of Nana. So, it was no surprise to us that this year, she chose to have Horseback Riding lessons instead of dance.

This is her with Hannah.

Hannah is an American Paint Horse. 7 years old.

She enjoyed cleaning her and putting cream on her "boo boos". It was A+D diaper rash cream. Who knew there were so many uses?

This is Miles. He is a Morgan. 17 years old.

Katie thought it was gross that he drooled all over the place. We learned a little too much clover causes for a bit too much gas.

She brushed, and brushed, and brushed some more. Then, took her cleaning to another level, cleaning the frog of his hoof. She thought it was neat he got to walk around without shoes. Barefoot.

Then, she took to the saddle. A "Circle Y" to boot. So cool that her first ride was on leather made in Yoakum, Texas. Yeehaw, Ya'll!

Check out that posture! Such a little cowgirl. Such a cutie!

Spaceballs

2011-08-02T12:02:00.004-04:00

My husband and I had a "laugh-out-loud" moment today, which sent me running to the assistance of Google for an image. Little Kate's best friend, Caroline, was over to play. As Joe and I were in the kitchen making lunch, Caroline leaned over to Katie and said, "Your Mommy looks like the Druish Princess Vespa from Spaceballs."

If I remember correctly, she was spoiled and had her nose corrected. Still, I'll take that as a compliment. Thanks, Caroline!

At 5 years old...

2011-07-20T17:35:00.013-04:00

At 5 years old, you found your first Best Friend, Caroline.

I hope you always cherish and love your friends the way you cherish and love Caroline. Best friends are special and can last a lifetime.

At 5 years old, you asked for a phone.

We were teaching you how to dial your phone number, and you kindly asked when you could have your own phone. It was nice, but the answer is still no.

At 5 years old, you began to ask why others are different.

This is the age where you are recognizing the differences in your friends. Just recently, you asked me why all your friends are losing their teeth and you are not. Just remember, when it is your time, it will happen. Life is full of surprises! Don't try and figure them out.

At 5 years old, you enjoyed doing homework in the summer.

I love to see your face light up when you write your letters, and put the sounds together to make a word. May learning always make you feel this confident!

At 5 years old, you received your first American Girl doll from Nana.

You picked Rebecca Rubin, because she looked just like you.

At 5 years old, we celebrated!

This was the year we arranged a party for the first time outside the house. It was so wonderful to see you share the excitement of your birthday with all your friends!

At 5 years old, we are so proud of the little girl you are growing up to be!

At any age, good girlfriends are a treasure

2011-07-16T07:54:00.022-04:00

If we have learned anything as parents, it's that we need to take time for eachother and ourselves. So, many years ago, Joe and I agreed to annual "friend" trips. In recent years, the stars have aligned such that the Chargers and the Ravens have met up in San Diego. Therefore, Joe's annual trips have tended to lead him to the West Coast to watch sports. Me, on the other hand, I enjoy relaxing coastal vacations with the girls.

This year, three of us Moms from the neighborhood headed down to Ocean City, MD, for some fun, sun, and relaxation. As with years past, I never know how much I need time with the girls until I am with them.

We enjoyed our girlie beverages.

Found a cool sushi place (no shoes!).
And indeed, relaxed on the beach. All. Day.

As with all good times and good friends, our time together caused for some good memories...

This is our friend we call MBA: It's meaning is not academic.

The Bruiser: This is me. And, the nickname? Well deserved.

This beloved is Dirty Banana: While she didn't earn this nickname on the trip, we can always count on her to break out in dance to Michael Jackson.

I had such a good time with these ladies. I look forward to next year. We are parasailing!!!

A Letter to My Daughter on her 5th Birthday...

2011-07-02T22:30:00.008-04:00

Well, Katie, it's was five years ago today (add a few hours) that we first met. It was the greatest moment in my life. I remember the way you were taken out of mom in an emergency C-section, and how I was worried about the both of you. How pissed off you looked when you were born (like "what took you so long?"). But it was that very exact moment when we locked eyes the next evening, I knew that a special bond that would last a lifetime was made. Instantly.

So now, here we are, 5 years later. 1/2 way to double-digits. One whole hand!!

I couldn't be more proud of the sweet little girl that you have become. You care so much for your little brother (even as you make fun of him for wearing a mermaid towel). You have that charm that will take you a long way in life. You have that sparkle in your eyes that is so welcoming to everyone you meet. You showcase the love you possess for life and your friends every single day. Sometime it's when you wake up. Sometimes it's when you are telling us how much you love your best friends. A lot of times it's when we laugh together when you are supposed to be sleeping (and mom yells at us both). But you know what, Kate?? Sometimes in life you have to just go ahead and laugh anyway. No matter how many people in the house we keep awake. :)

Keep on being you, Kates. You couldn't be any more perfect in my eyes. Live, laugh and love. I love you more than you could ever imagine (and you can imagine, believe me!). Keep on making me the proudest Dad there could ever be!

Happy Birthday, Katie-bug...

Love,

Dad

Dreams do come true

2011-06-18T14:49:00.016-04:00

As kids, my brother and I were sure of a few things from our parents...

They had expectations. We knew to be home before the street lights came on, or there would be no playing after school. We could order anything from a restaurant menu, as long as we ate it. If we missed curfew, there would not be a next time.

They gave support. As children, we tried many things. Soccer, Baseball, Swimming, Gymnastics, Twirling, Dance, and so on. We could do anything we wanted, but we couldn't quit. As such, I was only enrolled in many of these activities for one year.

They taught us to set goals. We learned that nothing in life comes free or without hard work. Therefore, if you want something, you have to go after it. A self fulfilling prophecy, you have to see it first...then make it happen!

Growing up, both worked multiple jobs. Still, they learned to balance work with family life, and remained committed to supporting our activities. They made juggling it all look easy. Meanwhile, they always had a dream. The hard work they put in for so many years was to have a "little peace of Texas" to call their own. Perhaps after retirement, they could live there.

Just like so many lessons they taught us through the years, the best was that of a role model. They dreamed, saw it, and made it happen. This is the "Diamond J Ranch".

The view of the property from their back patio. It ends beyond the trees at the base of the clouds.

They are on the verge of living their dream...not because they ran into money...but because they worked hard...for many years. Many people in this world will say they are going to do things. But, few actually do them. It is so cool to take a turn at saying to my parents," I am proud of you".

The House that Built Me

2011-06-15T19:29:00.017-04:00

I grew up in San Antonio, Texas. The only house I really remember is the one we moved to before I entered first grade, and it is the one this past week that I helped pack up after more than 25 years of calling it "HOME".

While I thought it would be difficult, it was more joyful than tearful. I had time to reflect on so many wonderful memories, and be thankful for what the past had taught me.

This is it. The house that built me. There was a rock in the landscaping to the left that my Mom would sit my brother and I on every year for an annual photo. It is now covered with ivy...a little secret for the new owner. You could see the fireworks from Sea World from this spot, and the slanted driveway made a great ramp for my brother and his friends to practice his skateboard tricks. This picture only shows a few of the oak trees which surround the house, and in high school, our friends learned they held toilet paper well.

Above is the dining room. On holidays, it was a place to gather and catch up with family. Or, one weekend every other month, it alternated Poker and Bunco players.

At the center of the house sat the wet bar. In the summer months when I was home from school, one of my weekly chores was to clean the glass. In hind sight, perhaps it was a mistake to put me this close to the bar. It is where I took my first shot of Crown, fell in love with Whiskey, and gathered with friends when I came home from college and California.

My parent's master bedroom. Three of the four walls in their dressing area were covered with mirrors. It is here where I used to practice my toe touches for dance team, got ready for school dances, and tip toed through when I returned home at curfew.

My bedroom. If these walls could talk, they would have some good stories to tell. I must have spent hours in this room this weekend going through old boxes from the last twenty five years. Boxes full of pictures and old letters from dear friends, high school mums and spirit gifts (I had to give Joe the 101 on Texas High School football traditions), report cards, old cassette tapes, James Dean posters (it was a bit of an obsession), and so many other items I had long forgotten.

The Living Room. This is where my friends and I gathered for sleep overs, I practiced dance routines, played pretend games, built forts, played football with my brother, sat with my Dad in front of the fire, and enjoyed so many wonderful Christmas mornings.

There are many cherished memories of this house and this city for which I am so grateful.

For now, we're out ya'll!

Greatest Show on Earth...almost

2011-06-07T19:19:00.010-04:00

When I was in middle school, a dear friend of mine (you know who you are) took me to the Circus for my birthday...because I had never been and always wanted to go. It is surely something all kids should do...at least once.

While I am still frightened of clowns, the kids had a great time. They proclaimed the men on stilts and the animals to be their favorites, and they ate oversized (and overpriced) cotton candy.

They saw elephants...

And tigers...

I wouldn't say it was the "Greatest Show on Earth", but it sure was a lot of fun.

Daddy's Girl

2011-06-03T21:35:00.013-04:00

I have always been a Daddy's girl. Before my own memory could recall, my Mother has shared many early stories of my Father's Love. So, I knew that when we found out our first born would be a girl that I would have many of my own stories to share with Kate.

This is one I had to record...On the mornings her Dad works early, he kisses us all goodbye and leaves before the sun rises. Yet, on the past two mornings, he has made time to make his little girl Tinkerbell toast. While I can make it, I guess she has recently shared that I don't make it quite like her Daddy. Finding it ready on the counter when she wakes up has brought a smile to her face so big that it competes with the one she displays on Christmas morning. It's a Father's Love in it's purest form. Yes, she too, is indeed a Daddy's girl.

Signs of the Season

2011-06-01T06:32:00.001-04:00

This time of year brings many familiar images...

Allergies. This year is one of the worst EVER...

Exercise. I would show a picture of myself on the stability ball. But, little Kate imitating me is so much cuter.

Flops. Aw, yes. Ever since I moved to Cali, I haven't been a fan of closed toe shoes. Hallelujah!

Graduations: The smile on our faces mirrored hers. Only, I had tears in my eyes. Next year starts the BIG school!

Ballpark Memories

2011-05-28T08:38:00.009-04:00

This past weekend, we all went down to support our local Baseball team, the York Revolution. It was our first game with the kids, and reminded me of why I love the sport so much.

Even though we only sat and watched two innings, the kids enjoyed every minute. The great thing about these Atlantic league games (Independent) is that every seat in the stadium is a good seat. You can see the field, the plays, and if you sit in the right section, have many opportunites for a foul ball. I almost yanked our son's hat off to catch one of my own. The kids clapped along with the stadium chants, and cheered for the inner-field game participants between innings.

We stopped to pet "Boomer" the team dog...

Then, it was off to Centerfield...and the Merry Go Round. I think we rode ten times, if not more. They jumped in the bounce houses and ran around the play yard.

We ended the day with a trip to Rita's for gelato, and the kids asked when we could go again. I am so proud!

One can never be too prepared

2011-05-20T21:35:00.004-04:00

As I walked out of my office this afternoon, I noticed Katie and Conor stuffing their backpacks. When I inquired to what they were doing, Kate responded, "We are pretending to pack for Texas!".

Then, Conor came out of his room with this.

Perhaps I have over-exaggerated the need for clean underwear.

They call me Cinderelly

2011-05-09T20:43:00.007-04:00

I found this letter in little Kate's backpack this morning, and had to laugh out loud. I am glad I am leaving a good (and clean) impression.

Cinderelly, Cinderelly

Night and day its cinderelly...

Make the fire, fix the breakfast

Wash the dishes, do the mopping

And the sweeping and the dusting

They always keep her hopping

She goes around in circles

Till she's very, very dizzy...

Still they hollar

Cinderelly, Cinderelly

I see it this way...I do land the Prince and get to live happily ever after!

April in Pictures

2011-05-06T20:06:00.017-04:00

I just realized it has been exactly one month since my last post. I am a slacker. So, here is the quick skinny on our April activity.

We had a couple of visitors. Mom Mom came to visit us from Texas.

And the Easter Bunny left us a surprise (The jelly bean poop was a house favorite)!

We spent the day at Hershey's Chocolate World, and found our own little Chocolatier. She created a milk chocolate candy bar with pretzels, white and milk chocolate chips, and sprinkles on top. Hershey's chocolate makes me smile too.

Her brother chose a milk chocolate candy bar, and added pretzels, white chocolate chips, and sprinkles on top too.

Since it rained all but two days this month, the boys spent many days mowing the lawn.

We enjoyed our evening pajama parties with Mom Mom, reading books and playing barbies.

We baked cakes...

And sang Happy Birthday to two of our favorite Clark men.

Our own Buzz Lightyear even faught the forces of the evil Pollen allergies.

Here's hoping for May flowers, and just a few more posts this month.

A letter to my Son on his third birthday

2011-04-08T16:56:00.008-04:00

Dearest Conor,

It's hard to believe it has been three years since I first held you in my arms. I couldn't help but smile at how beautiful you were then, and am thankful every day that you were brought into our lives.

This was a year of many firsts for you. It was the year you learned what it meant to swim, the year you found a love for the Beach, the year you discovered all things Toy Story (your first 3D movie), and the year you moved into a Big Boy Bed.

Every time I look at you, I am filled with pride. You have such a joyful disposition about you. Every morning, you show me the sunshine before I even seen the sun, tackle me with hugs only a Bear could compete with, and teach me lessons I thought I had already learned.

Despite what comes your way, you don't yet know the meaning of the word challenge. Knowing you have no boundaries to what you can accomplish, makes you an inspiration to our family.

You love to jump, dance, and play all things sports. Your absence of fear makes me crazy nervous. Still, I love to watch your tenacity. In some ways, I wish I had more of it.

You have a deep bond with your sister, looking to her for guidance and fun. The two of you walk through the days as the best of friends, and listening to the two of you reading together in the minutes before bedtime warms my heart. The two of you have already found ways to make eachother laugh, and truth be told...I think she potty trained you. This is picture I snapped of the two of you napping this afternoon. It's sweet that you fell asleep holding hands.

You are my heart. My soul. My life. Happy Birthday, Buddy!

Love, Mom

Her birthday is in three months

2011-04-06T17:08:00.006-04:00

Every Sunday morning, the kids and I sit down at the kitchen table. Conor usually does a puzzle, and Katie and I cut coupons. For the record, Joe is usually in the kitchen making breakfast. According to Katie, he makes the BEST Tinkerbell toast. Anyhow...back to my point...Kate doesn't really cut coupons, but rather other pictures she finds of interest. This past Sunday afternoon I found this picture on our fridge neatly tucked amongst all her other artwork.

I think she is trying to tell us something, no?

The joke is on us

2011-04-01T07:31:00.004-04:00

For years, we have scorned the groundhogs behind our house. They have stolen prized vegetables from the neighbors gardens, taughted the animals, and unfortunately lost a couple of their own to our four legged friends.

So, I suppose I shouldn't be surprised that for the second year in a row, Mother Nature has pulled one over on us.

This is what we woke up to this morning...

I think there is a groundhog somewhere laughing his head off telling us it is April 1st.

A new beginning

2011-03-28T12:55:00.000-04:00

There are moments in our lives we remember. Moments that impact us in some way and change us forever. For me, some of those include moving to California after college, meeting my husband, our wedding day, the birth of our children, Kate's first broken bone...and so on. With each, I remember where I was, how I felt, and many, many random details of the moment. On March 23, Conor was diagnosed with a severe case of Apraxia, a neurological speech disorder requiring an hour of speech therapy daily. Like so many moments before, I will remember where we were, and how I felt. I will remember that after leaving Hershey Medical Center's Pediatric Pavilion we shared many smiles over chicken nuggets and french fries at Wendy's and then spent the next couple of hours exploring the sweet smells of Hershey's Chocolate World...just the two of us. It was special. He is special. I have so much hope for this little guy, and am anxious to witness his progress in the months to come. To be sure we can celebrate and share it with him in the years ahead, this is the first entry on his journey. This is Conor two weeks shy of his third birthday.

Irish Blessings

2011-03-18T07:54:00.004-04:00

May the blessings outnumber the shamrocks that grow

and may trouble avoid you wherever you go.

~Irish Blessing

Football

2011-03-12T07:50:00.008-05:00

It is a story we have heard a dozen or so times, usually surfacing between September and January. My husband was eleven years old, the sun was setting on the city of Baltimore, and he sat on his parent's bed watching the Mayflower trucks pull out of the city. The Baltimore Colts were moving to Indianapolis. He was in shock. Everyone was.

Some 28 years later, his support of the Baltimore Colts remains just as strong. The black and white pictures of Johnny Unitas still flank our basement walls, the pennants are proudly displayed in our son's room, and the tradition of football greats is carried on.

Lucky Number Seven

2011-03-06T08:12:00.009-05:00

The year before we were married, we sat in crowded mission with 30+ other Catholic couples listening to testimony from married couples about what it meant to share the sacrament of marriage. It was our Catholic Engagement Encounter (CEE) weekend.

We remember one couple in particular, their names were Joe and Jill. They had been married for eleven years, and had three kids. For thirty minutes or so, they talked about "making it to year seven". The first seven years were supposed to be the toughest. They told stories of how the "honeymoon" would end, kids would challenge the relationship, and it would be hard to find time for one another.

Today, March 6, is our seventh wedding anniversary. Like a good cheese or wine, I think our marriage just gets better with age. It may not always be a party, but it's always a good time.

Happy Anniversary, Dear! There is no place I would rather be than right next to you.

A late Valentine memory

2011-02-15T16:42:00.018-05:00

It's been busy. I have no excuses for this late posting which I started almost one week ago. Joe was away at a trade show for the Valentine weekend, and the kids and I were home alone! The madness of it sometimes scares me. Two against one. Them against me.

Anyhow, with it being Valentine's Day, I took a tip from my good friend over at Put Together Mom for how to keep their busy bodies entertained. We started with the homemade Valentine's.

We began by cutting out heart shapes out of construction paper.

Then, little Kate punched holes for the lollipops.

Conor helped by inserting the sweet little treat.

What a cute and fun idea!

Next, we moved onto baking.

We made brownies for Katie's classroom friends,

and rice crispy treats for Daddy and all their neighborhood friends,

and cookies...just for us! We like cookies!

When Daddy got home, there were no fish to be had. But, plenty of smiles all around. Having Daddy home was the only Valentine they needed.

High Heels

2011-02-11T22:17:00.007-05:00

She says, "They are perfect for paddle ball. See?"

I see we are in trouble.

I love you

2011-02-10T20:40:00.017-05:00

It must be fitting that it's Valentine's Day weekend, because all I can think of tonight as I sit in the dim light of my office is how much I love our children. It's funny to think how different they are, yet so perfectly matched. They know just how to make me laugh, and unknowingly make me cry. Tonight...I did both at the same time watching our son talk.

This is our little man. He will be three years old in April. You wouldn't know he is any different from other 3 year old boys by looking at this photo. His smile speaks volumes, no?

He tells me he likes my hat.

And that he would like to do a puzzle.

The one with the fish (Nemo) is his favorite.

And the turtle.

The one with the tree is fun too.

And the duck (Donald).

He also likes to read books.

He is three feet tall, a mere thirty pounds, and has taught me more about patience, committment, and strength than I have ever known. Most importantly, he has taught me how to say "I love you" without saying it at all.

They call him "Frosty"

2011-01-31T21:17:00.006-05:00

6 winter lessons in 6 years

2011-01-27T18:16:00.013-05:00

I took my first trip to Philadelphia in 2002. It was the middle of February, and I had traveled cross country from California with my friend Lisa and her six week old daughter. I remember the three of us girls standing in 20+ inches of shoveled snow and being paranoid we would run out of food! We walked to the local WaWa (gas station) for lunch meat and milk, and played board games inside the house all day long. When Joe arrived at her doorstep, I cried. Then, I sat white knuckled in the passenger seat while he drove all the way to his parent's house in Maryland.

This year marks the sixth year since Joe and I made the move East. With every year that passes, I seem to learn something new about living in this winter wonderland they call the North East.

1. When your car is parked on the street, and you shovel it out to leave, placing a chair in the empty spot on the street means the spot belongs to you.

I learned this firsthand from a passionate male neighbor our first year in Philly.

2. Never trust a weatherman.

When they say 1-3", they really mean 12".

3. Neighbors make great friends.

Especially on cold, snowy winter nights.

4. It takes two hours for 2 members of Team Clark to shovel out.

But, only 30 minutes with 3 friendly neighbors and their snow blowers.

5. All sidewalks, mailboxes, and fire hydrants must be cleared within 10 hours of snowfall.

If not, you will receive a nasty gram from the Township. That is, if you have a mailbox following the plow run.

6. The words..."Snow Day"...can make a couple of kids giddy happy!

I wonder what next year has in store...

Snow: Children at play

2011-01-19T18:37:00.012-05:00

Step 1: Carefully sculpt the perfect snowball.

Step 2: Taste the snowball.

No that's not right. Let's start over.

Step 2: Pick your target.

Step 3: Launch.

Step 4: Score!

Step 5: Laugh at unsuspecting four-legged victims.

Step 6: Celebrate with snow angels.

Do you feel the rhythm?

2011-01-10T22:06:00.011-05:00

The below is a video from our son's favorite movie, Toy Story 3.

He loves all things Buzz and Woody, and this is a clip from the movie where "Spanish Buzz" dances with Jesse.

The next clip is our son's interpretation of Buzz in "Spanish mode". It's sideways, but that is my fault. Even so, it is so stinkin cute! I am so playing this at his high school graduation party.

Thank you Rapunzel.

2011-01-03T21:06:00.012-05:00

Like so many nights before, we marched up the stairs, counted 1-2-3 before turning off the lights, and I proceeded to tuck them in..."snug-as-a-bug-in-a-rug".

Then, I headed to my office for a half hour or so, listening to the sweet sound of her singing (it was Rudolph tonight), and his books dropping to the floor one by one. When the background noise had ceased, and the house seemed to settle, I headed back into their rooms for a kiss goodnight.

Tonight, you were waiting for me. I pulled the covers back in place and tucked you in again.

Momma, What was your favorite part today?

Hmmm. I had so many. I'm going to say my favorite part of the day was sharing cookies with you, Kate.

"My favorite part was snuggling with you. (pause and hugs). Mom?

Yes, Kate.

The girl in Tangled...what was her name?

Rapunzel?

Yea, Rapunzel. Her Mommy was mean. You're not a mean Mommy. You're a good Mommy.

There is a saying, "People may not always remember exactly what you did or what you said, but they will always remember how you made them feel."

Tonight, with a few simple words, you warmed my heart and made me feel like the luckiest Mom in the world. Tonight, I will remember both.

All I want for Christmas...

2010-12-24T08:46:00.009-05:00

...is to get this kid out of diapers.

It looks pretty promising, no?

Please, Santa. I have been good.

Little cups

2010-12-17T18:12:00.005-05:00

She so innocently asks,

"Daddy, why are you drinking out of little cups?"

Happy Day, friends.

The Spirit of Christmas...Memory #86 and #87

2010-12-15T17:37:00.015-05:00

There have been a number of things that have brought a lump of joy to my throat in recent years regarding the children...Growing older, visits with family, and dance recitals, to name a few.

This past weekend, it happened again.

Conor, I don't know if it was how your face lit up when you saw him in person, how you yelled "Dat Dat" in excitement, or just the sweet way you reached for his hand, but I will always remember this year as the Christmas you met Santa.

And sweet Kate...this was the year you made your first Gingerbread House.

It's as sweet and beautiful as you are!

Family Tree Farm

2010-12-05T07:27:00.012-05:00

For years following Thankgiving, I have spent hours constructing an artificial tree to kick off Christmas. The kids have been impressed with my efforts, but it was nothing compared to the experience we shared last year when choosing and cutting our very own family tree for the first time. So, one week ago today, we loaded the turkey-filled kids and drove to continue in the new holiday tradition.

There are many things I appreciate about living in South Central, Pennsylvania, and this is one of them. Local growers who make holidays and field trips special.

True to his character, Conor immediately headed for the food, grabbing an apple to take along for the ride.

It was such an enjoyable wagon ride. We pointed out all the different types of Christmas trees from Douglas Firs, White Pines, Blue Spruce, and Concolor Firs, and finally...our choice, the Frasier Fir. All Conor could say was, "WOW!" He said it when he saw the tractor, the apples, the wagon, and the trees. He was clearly impressed. With this kind of a view, it is hard not to be.

The kids paced the rows upon rows of trees until they found the perfect one, and then declared, "This one, Daddy!"

At their instruction, Joe began to cut. And, after the tree had fallen, they celebrated!

We loaded the tree, roping, greens and berries, and then stopped for one last family picture before heading home. It was a wonderful day, more special with every year that passes.

I realized one thing while collecting this memory, these folks are a lot more than the local growers I referenced above. They are true to their name...they are family.

Let the holidays begin!

Giving thanks

2010-11-25T07:58:00.014-05:00

On this Thanksgiving Day, we are thankful for so many things...a wonderful family, treasured friends, and two incredible kids...to name a few.

I know as the years pass, I will not be able to keep all the adorable construction, string, and popcicle stick art that comes home weekly. But, I never want to forget how truly beautiful they were, or the pride you felt when hanging them for display.

So, with that said, this year I will smile and remember all the things you were thankful for!

Happy Thanksgiving!

Four going on Fourteen

2010-11-15T20:45:00.010-05:00

Silence is so rare in this house, you notice it when it happens.

So, I went searching...and found this.

Nail polish opened on the back of the toilet. Toes lined up at attention on the side of the vanity.

In just seconds, our future flashed before my eyes.

I have no idea where she gets it from.

West Coast is the Best Coast

2010-11-11T21:33:00.014-05:00

I am sure I am going to field a bit of argument from my dear East coast friends and family, but I am saying it anyway...the West Coast is the Best Coast.

When I loaded my car and headed West over ten years ago, it was this sunset I was chasing.

And, it was on this beach where I was sun bathing alone that I met Joe for the first time. The water was just as bitter cold under my feet as I remember.

And, here, at Petco Park, Home of the Padres, where we left a little piece of us behind.

It was a dozen or so wonderful friends who quickly made an unfamiliar place feel like home. Watching one of them exchange his wedding vows this weekend was a beautiful thing, and seeing he and his wife together will always make me smile.

There is something special about this place. Even ten years later, after many of us are married with children, nothing has seemed to change. The location is just as special, and the people just as dear.

I may be a girl with roots in Texas, but a piece of my heart will always be in San Diego.

Everyone needs an Uncle Brad

2010-11-02T21:43:00.014-04:00

I stood in the driveway watching them. Smiling. Conor grabbed the football and went running.

His elbows twisted across his body left and right until finally he was tackled to the ground...letting out a shriek of delight. Then, came a deep breath and a word only I could understand, "Rad!"

Then, it was Katie's turn. She strapped on her plastic skates over her sneakers, grabbed his hands, and closed her eyes as he began running backwards. Her feet unbalanced beneath her flew between his legs, and were stopped only by the grasp of his hands. She then let her body drop to the ground giggling. "Do it again, Uncle Brad!"

He calls her Gracie. And, after she was born, he gifted her with these.

His name is Con Con. And for Christmas, he was gifted with a bag full of Whoopie cushions and wax teeth.

It is a loving, admirable relationship. They want to sit next to him. They want to watch shows with him. They want to sleep in the same bed with him. In a compromise, we lined up little Kate's sleeping bed on the floor beside his bed, and she woke up smiling!

Then, on Halloween, they paraded him around the neighborhood, catching a lift every chance they could get. I don't believe he ever walked empty handed.

My brother has always meant the world to me, but seeing him through the eyes of our children is a whole different kind of special. It's pretty awesome.

Daddy's Little Girl...Twisted

2010-10-29T08:55:00.017-04:00

Like most, every Halloween, it is a tradition to gather around the kitchen table and carve pumpkins. Only, in the Clark house, we have one simple rule...No stencils.

Through the years, some very creative, disgusting

evil,

and twisted ideas

have been the outcome. However, since children, the ideas have become more and more PG rated...appropriately so. We don't need the children asking questions we aren't prepared to answer, nor do we need them in our bed after a nightmare.

So, this year, I was not surprised when the creative, evil, twisted mind that is my husband produced this...

All together now...Awwwwww.

I think someone has her Daddy right where she wants him. Twisted.

Precious Moments

2010-10-28T21:34:00.005-04:00

It has been over two weeks since I have posted to this blog. Yes, we have been busy and I can give a dozen excuses. But, tonight, it's not at all important.

When heading to the pumpkin patch, I couldn't help but snap a few pictures, smile, and absorb every precious moment. Time passes too quickly.

The setting.

As usual, they are true to their personalities. He is refusing to let go of Summer. She is embracing leggings, boots, and all things Fall!

Precious moments indeed.

Sending love from Salt Lake

2010-10-13T21:09:00.004-04:00

Hi Kids,

This week, your Mama is in beautiful Salt Lake City, Utah. It is a beautiful setting...a city within the mountains. Gorgeous.

Here in the mountains, the sun doesn't rise until later in the morning...half past 7am. The city is clean, and the people are incredibly active...fit...and healthy. I wouldn't expect any less from a city with this many hiking and ski trails to offer.

Your Dad and I came here six years ago to ski Alta and visit our friend, Jackie. We had an awesome time, but the place looks completely different without the snow.

I will be home tomorrow long after the two of you go to bed, and look forward to feeling your warm hugs come Friday morning. Kisses to you both.

Love, Mom.

You know you are getting old when...

2010-10-08T22:45:00.006-04:00

I guess I should have seen the signs.

Like the time I asked little Kate, "what's the magic word?" and did not receive "Please." in response. Or, the time I had to explain why there were smile lines growing on my face. Oh, and then there was my self portrait...and attempt at exercise ...

Well, last night it really hit me.

Kate: Mama?

Mom: Just a minute, Kate.

Kate: Mama?

(pause)

Kate: Mama?

Mom: Just a minute, Kate.

Kate: Mama?

Kate: Mama?

Mom: What is it Kate? You sound like a broken record.

Kate: Mama? What is a record?

Yep. Hits you right between the eyes, doesn't it? Old.

Something Magical

2010-09-30T21:47:00.012-04:00

It has been at least 25 years since I have stepped foot in DisneyWorld. I was amazed. I was awed. I am exhausted. While I am here on business, and didn't have too much time for play, I was able to find out some pretty cool facts about Disney. And, as I promised last year, this trip has me sharing with you the magic of Disney through my adult eyes.

Kids, Mommy is staying at the Beach Club.

It's heaven. This is the view from the end of the backyard. The sandy beach overlooks the Boardwalk ahead.

At night, they display Disney movies on big screens, roast smores over an open fire, and the kids splash and laugh, while falling down the slide that twists around the large mast of a ship wrecked on the beach.

All of this, while the fireworks decorate the sky during the nine o'clock hour. It's a beautiful thing to see.

Every day, my room was refreshed with new towels in the shapes of all things Disney...Mickey himself, a monkey from the Animal Kingdom, and what I believe was the Eiffel Tower advertising their Paris Disney location.

So cool! I can't wait for us to try this at home!

From hotel to hotel, Disney is known for hiding Mickey Mouse shapes in their decor. Here are just a few I took a moment to capture.

The two on the top are the rugs in the Animal Kingdom and the Beach Club. The bottom left is the wallpaper at the Beach Club, and the bottom right, the corner of the TV in the Animal Kingdom. It's an ongoing scavenger hunt I can't wait to play with the both of you when we make our first trip as a family of four!

Since DisneyWorld is located in Orlando, Florida, and Florida is known for Alligators, I was on the look out. While this little guy (in the back) tried to get me to feed him...

Please remember this little fact. People shouldn't feed alligators because it causes them to lose their fear of humans. Creepy.

As I pack up my bags and close the blinds on Disney for the last time tonight, know that I love you this much

and can't wait to see you at home!

Love you. Always.
Mom

Don't Blink

2010-09-23T22:15:00.008-04:00

I am at a loss for words tonight. In February of this year, you moved into a toddler bed...and it brought a lump to my throat.

Tonight, we set up your big boy bed.

Ignore the need for a haircut...just look at the joy in that face!

Then, your sister offered up her bed rails, climbed into your new bed, and read you stories for at least an hour. Yep, I cried.

Children, I promise to always remember these moments.

As you get older, please promise to always bring your Mom Kleenex. Sniff...sniff.

Beautiful Day

2010-09-20T20:54:00.009-04:00

With the kids back in school and the temperatures beginning to fall, Joe recruited me for one last trip down to the beach before packing away our sun screen and suits for the 2010 season. With Hurricane Igor quickly approaching Bermuda, we were guaranteed some impressive waves and nice cool, winds for an enjoyable afternoon at the beach.

We arrived to our choice of prime beach parking, and walked just over the dunes to find a spot.

Once there, we set up camp and began making art with the sand. Conor focused on the foundation and structure of the towers, while Kate worked on the details to decorate it...sand molds of fish and shells. They are true to their personalities at everything they do.

The day reminded me of many afternoons spent on the opposite Coast. The sun was high, the breeze cool, and the sand felt good between my toes. Only on this summer day, I was enjoying the view of the beach with my family. Sometimes you don't realize how much you need the time until you take it. It was a beautiful day.

Fall

2010-09-15T21:02:00.018-04:00

My last post was twelve days ago. I have no excuse for falling behind...except...well...it's Fall. The temperatures are beginning to drop, the leaves on the trees taking a turn to brighter colors, and the four of us have been enjoying the cool crisp outdoors this time of year. Here is what we have been up to...

South Central Pennsylvania is known for many things...the Amish, Gettysburg, Hershey, and trains. On this particular weekend, we took the kids to Strasburg Railroad. It was founded in 1832 and has a coal burning steam train.

This may not sound exciting to some, but our kids haven't yet seen DisneyWorld. Ha.

We waved to all the passengers while we shared an afternoon picnic in the shade. All Aboard!

We have been exploring all the corners of our yard, finding empty nests left from the Spring

and a family of bunnies preparing for the winter months ahead.

Even the dogs have been in on the fun, finding a groundhog feeding under the apple tree.

We have been riding bikes

and playing with chalk.

Due to Conor's latest fascination, our drive way looks like a scary crime scene. Here, our little crime investigator traces the latest victim...

And this...friends and family preparing for the start of the fantasy draft.

Even Conor grabbed a laptop and a seat.

Indeed Fall has arrived.

September 1 = Back to School

2010-09-02T13:25:00.006-04:00

As with last year, the first day of school did not come without lots of anticipation and planning. Only this year, little Kate was a bit more particular about what she would wear than I remembered.

This is her posing in the chosen "Belle" shirt and flower skirt. In case you didn't notice, the sandals were picked specifically because they have flowers...to match her skirt.

Oh, and dare I forget...the beloved hair accessory. The "Belle" shirt would normally had required a matching "Belle" braid (aka French braid). However, the day before school started she received a package with new Minnie pony tail holders. Hence, the request...

Ahhh...Back to School. 4 going on 14.

What were they thinking?

2010-08-30T18:18:00.010-04:00

Joe and I decided to treat the kids. It was the last full week before school, and we had been promising a backyard picnic for months. So, we loaded up and headed to Wendy's for a couple of bagged Kids Meals to share on one of the last days of summer vacation.

After all was consumed, and the kids ran to play on the swings, Joe and I lounged on the blanket challenging one another with what appeared to be an innocent game of "Where's Waldo?"

As the first paragraph on the back of the kids meal bag suggests, Joe and I began looking for Waldo and his friends. The second sentence says, "Look closer; there are many more things to discover!"

Boy, was there. What we "discovered" next left both our mouths open. If Dave Thomas were alive, I don't think he would have approved this.

Warning: Please remove children from the room before proceeding with viewing the following images.

We are fairly certain the woman circled in this photo is topless.

The woman in the photo below is having her rear examined by a dog.

And the picture below, look just to the right (green bikini) of the man with the look of shock. Ahem. Can't say I disagree...with either of their faces. Oh my!

And, finally...I don't even need to circle the image in this one.

So I ask...What were they thinking?

It's Official. I have lost my waist.

2010-08-18T21:09:00.008-04:00

I admire children for their honesty. Correction. I admire children for their brutal honesty. You want to know the truth about something? Ask your kids. They will tell you if your breath stinks. They will point out the pimple on your face with a microscopic finger examination. They will insist on exposing your big fat belly. Did I just say I admire my children? Heh.

A few nights ago little Kate got out the markers and decided she was going to "draw a picture of Mom".

I admire that she put a smile on my face. What do you think? Mrs. Potato Head?

Shark Attack

2010-08-15T13:55:00.012-04:00

Our children have very different personalities. While Kate is cautious and shy, Conor is fearless and wild. Kate also shares her Dad's organizational skills. She has none. While Conor is more like his Mama...a bit Type A.

For the past few years, I have been nagging young Kate to pick up her clothes and put them in the dirty laundry basket, don't leave wet towels on the bed, and (most recently) to return her toys to the toy box when she is done with them. Some days are better than others.

She has shrugged off the loss of a few favored stuffed animals, and a book or two. But, a few days ago, she came home and found her beloved Barbie victim of a shark attack.

The victim. The Shark.

Kate has been extra careful to pick up her toys since "the accident".

Indeed, a delightful lesson in motivation (for Mom).

PS. After I posted this, I laughed to myself about how truly different the kids are. Had this been one of Conor's balls that got chewed, he might have tossed the dog another. An act that motivates one would probably encourage the other. Funny.

She Said, He Said

2010-08-12T13:16:00.011-04:00

Joe and I grew up in different parts of the country. He in Maryland and I in Texas. So, every now and then we find ourselves questioning (and laughing) at what the heck the other is talking about. It will be interesting to see which "side" the kids take...literally. Enjoy our differences...

What's for dinner?

2010-08-04T21:16:00.004-04:00

I knew when I married my husband that I would never starve. Pick up wet towels from bed posts for the rest of my life....maybe. But, starve? Never. He is a WONDERFUL cook, and creative even when we desperatly need to go the food store, and I have declared there to be "no food in the house". He finds food, throws it together, and makes a delicious meal. Every time.

Now, don't get me wrong. I enjoy cooking. But, I am not afraid to recognize my weaknesses. And cooking...well, it's on the list. At the top. Maybe top three.

Anyway, yesterday it was one of those evenings when I decided I was going to cook. And true to my Texas roots...I was cooking Chili. Note to self: One cannot put dry beans in the chili at 5:30 and expect to eat at 6:30. The prep time is a tad bit longer. Ahem.

So, tonight, we all sat around the dinner table to enjoy my very slow cooked chili and cornbread. Yum! Only, as I closed my eyes and went to take my first bite, Kate says...

Mom, are we having poop for dinner?

God love her. At least she didn't say she hated it. I think I'll stick to laundry.

Golfing takes concentration. Ahem. Patience.

2010-07-26T23:10:00.011-04:00

Just like the winter brought extreme snow, the summer has proven a competitor with its extreme heat. Since Joe works at a Golf course, we thought it would be fun to take them out for their first round of 18...at Putt-Putt. The picture was perfect.

We each picked out a club, and carefully selected four choice ball colors. The first few holes of play didn't go that bad. Joe helped the kids with their stance, and attempted to relay the concept of the game. Get the ball in the hole.
However, something changed moving into Hole 4 or 5, proving the game of golf to be a bit more challenging than I remembered. By challenging, I am not refering to the course and par. But rather, the game of putt-putt with a two and a four year old. I know, I know...his shirt. Guilty.

There was a waterfall.

And a fountain.

And a two year old with a metal golf club. FORE!!!

Perhaps next time, we will take them to the water park.

Heat Defeat

2010-07-19T15:12:00.012-04:00

The Eastern seaboard heated up this past week, with outdoor temperatures soaring near the century mark. While this kind of summer weather might be normal for my native Texas, it certainly isn't what we expected when we planned a beach trip to Ocean City, MD...in mid-July.

Defeated by the heat, we ditched our plans to fight for a spot on the beach and instead chose to make our summer memories at the Ocean Pines Community pool instead. What memories we made!

Conor.

You joined us in the BIG pool for the first time, and we quickly learned that you cannot be left alone near the water. You did a cannonball (no lie) in the lap lane. Unassisted. Thankfully, your floaties slowed you down, and I was able to swim to you fast enough to catch you underwater. You are fearless. Wild. You laughed. And, just like you had done with the ocean waves last year, you were a quick study to the mushroom in the toddler pool. You faced it head on, setting the stage for the other toddlers in the pool. Your ENT doctor is not going to be happy with me.

Kate.

Your favorite part of going to the pool was wearing your swimsuit. All of them. Thanks to some helpful swim lessons, you proudly showed us how you could float on your back, jump in from the side of the pool by yourself, and get your face wet. We must have heard the words, "Watch me!" a hundred times. And, we did. We are indeed proud of your accomplishments.

I couldn't resist.

If determination could catch fish

2010-07-16T15:46:00.017-04:00

We would be eating fish tonight!

Or perhaps, this is his look of confusion?

They have a name for people like me

2010-07-15T08:26:00.011-04:00

I am a Marketer's Dream. Yesterday was our first day of summer vacation at the beach, and not surprisingly, we found ourselves amidst the other beach goers in the aisles of Wal-Mart loading up on what the kids deemed "necessary". Every year, they are attracted to more and more, and every year I cave to desires for water guns, beach balls, and sand molds. But this year, I wasn't prepared for the marketing that was Toy Story.

It was everywhere. On plates, on food, on sunglasses, on pull ups. Everywhere. Quickly, the "necessities" were announced and collected as follows:

Toy Story Mac N Cheese $1.00
2 Pac Goggles $1.50

Toy Story Cereal $2.68

Toy Story Flip flops (for him) $7.00

Talking Buzz Lightyear $14.86

Beach Barbie $5.93

Boat with Toys $5.00

Fishing Line $7.36

So, even though we spent more than we had gone in for, the look on their faces when we got back to GrandMoms house were worth it.

They call me..."sucker."

Finding Inspiration

2010-07-11T21:46:00.008-04:00

I have always been a runner. I would chase boys in Elementary school, loved running the mile in middle school, and continued running at the gym or practice fields through college. In San Diego, I found the pier, and on the East Coast, the burbs. As strange as it sounds, running has always made me feel good. Relaxed.

My college dance Director used to say, "Beauty is only God given until you are 25. Then, you have to work at it." I thought of that woman yesterday when I put on a pair of my favorite lounge shorts...and they were snug. Ahem, lounge shorts aren't supposed to be snug. So, I looked to my pool of facebook friends for comfort, only to find updates from friends leaving for their morning jog, signing up for 5Ks, and participating in marathons. Where are you when I need you my breakfast burrito eating friends?

So, last night, I decided to squeeze on my sports bra, dust off my sneakers, and head out. Oh. My. Word. I must have been enjoying the double stuff for way too long because I felt parts of me move that shouldn't. Let's just say it was more than my boobs that needed support, dear friends.

Still, I trucked on. I tried to find inspiration in the evening lightening bugs, but even they seemed to be mocking me. Flying around with such ease and delicacy. Grrr. If that wasn't enough to get me going, a bunny ran out from under the bushes and raced by as if playing an evil game of tortoise and the hare. Damn it if that didn't happen twice!

But, I did it. I ran until my chest burned and my side ached. I even think my eyebrows were sweating. I would have taken a picture to prove my victory, but this entry is not supposed to be scary.

This morning, I woke up to a few snaps in unexpecting places and found myself bracing against the stair rail...with two hands...when going up...and down. It definitely doesn't feel as "good and relaxing" today as I remember. But, we all know how the tortoise and the hare story ends, and I will be damned if those little bunnies get the best of me. Crack. Ouch. Snap. Doh.

Carry on.

If at first you fail, try try again

2010-07-08T22:57:00.010-04:00

A few weeks back, I wrote about how I screwed up the kids swim lessons. I dressed them and got them all excited only to find I had gotten the time wrong and missed their first lesson. I felt HORRIBLE.

But, today, I write to redeem myself. We went back.

We got wet.

We conquered.

It was awesome!

Loss for words

2010-07-07T20:13:00.027-04:00

Me: Our son has Ezcema. It looks worse than it is. Little things can cause a flare...stress, climate change, an exposure to his allergies.

Another: Allergies?

Me: Yep. Allergies.

Another: What is he allergic to?

Me: Egg whites, peanuts, and tree pollen, to name a few.

Another: Poor thing. I couldn't imagine.

Me: It's not that bad. It could be so much worse (polite smile).

This is usually how the conversation goes at the doctor's office...the swimming pool...his sister's dance class...or any other setting where parents and children see his skin look like this. I can't say I blame them for staring, nor do I mean any harm with this blog post. Truth is, I would look on with concern too. I felt the same sympathy for our son when we learned of his condition...and again with each new allergy discovery.

And when we learned of his speech delay, again, I had more sympathetic thoughts. Poor kid.

Other children his age are speaking many words and are putting them together, where he is still practicing his sounds...Mooo....Oooohhh!

"Good job, Bubba!" I say, and then get lost in the thought of how handsome he is. I smile.

Tonight, following his bath, he went over to his dresser and grabbed the red and white tube of cream from the basket, handing it to me. "Cortisone. It's one of those days, huh, bud?" I asked. He returned my smile.

Despite his lack of language, he communicates better than most adults I know, and is always straight to the point. God. love. him.

Every day I learn something new from our children. And recently, our little Con man has been teaching me that no matter what the circumstance, you just need to find a reason to smile.

Really smile.

Note to your future self, Bud: This is really how you smiled at age 2.

We celebrate

2010-07-06T12:35:00.019-04:00

You were born on July 2, just days before our nation celebrates it's independence. Therefore, every year you can be assured of three things:

You will always get a three day weekend!
There will be fireworks!
We will most likely celebrate your birthday before or after the holiday weekend, therefore extending your birthday celebration by a week of two.

This year, we picked Father's Day weekend to celebrate with a party so your dearest friends and family could attend. For your Fourth birthday, you requested a bathing suit party (Hallelujah for the simple request) and had a wonderful time sharing cake and fun with loved ones.

Your new bike was a birthday favorite!

Then, we took the celebration to Philly to visit two of your best friends, whom you are sure to treasure for a lifetime.

I loved that you picked this dress from all the others in your closet, and that this is how you slept in the car. Appropriate and sassy for a Fourth of July weekend in Philly, no?

You sat through your first movie, Toy Story 3, and enjoyed a pajama party with cupcakes. You played in the sprinkler and acted silly in the summer sun. It is such a joy for your Aunt Lisa and I to watch you all growing and playing together.

And then came the finale...the fireworks!

How many kids can say they get that on their birthday? Happy Fourth of July, America!

Happy Fourth Birthday, Katie!

A letter to my daughter on her Birthday

2010-07-01T22:54:00.012-04:00

Dearest Katie, Kate, Katester, Katie-Boo, Sister,

One year ago, I sat in this same chair thinking of you and smiling. It is hard to believe yet another year has gone by, and that today...you are Four years old.

This past year seemed especially different. A big leap perhaps from the one before. You were incredibly brave when you were introduced to the Emergency room for the first time. You exuded confidence when adding preschool to your routine, showed great creative talent when left alone at nap time, and your personality is beginning to shine in so many ways.

At just four years old, I am in awe of you. You are surely the eldest. You walk cautiously through life, looking for answers, and protect your brother so that he doesn't do as he is told not to. Still, you remember to laugh. You have an amazingly contagious laugh that you generously offer when being chased by your brother or tickled by your Daddy. The kind of laughter that brings tears to my eyes. I want to bottle it up and keep it forever.

I still enjoy our weekend mornings and stormy nights when you find your way into our bed and snuggle up close. Where we whisper in the dark, and giggle in our girl talk.

You are sweet, sincere, loving, brave, and wise. You are Beautiful.

Happy 4th Birthday, Kate.

We love you. Always.

Simply perfect

2010-06-30T12:41:00.031-04:00

You know those days where you fall back on your pillow feeling completely fulfilled? When you just feel good? Peaceful even? I had one of those days yesterday.

The day started like any other...I hit play on the BluRay to commence the chaos that is Looney Tunes while I dragged myself into the kitchen with a load of laundry. Only, on this morning, my husband had made it down before me. Stretched across the table on multiple 8.5 x 11 pieces of paper, were the words "HAPPY BIRTHDAY", with these hand written coupons attached.

Now, I like flowers and jewelry like any girl. But, these creative gestures, melt my heart. Like butter.

Fast forward...After our work days had come to an end, and dinner was cleaned up, we had a sundae picnic with friends on the living room floor. Then, we decided to head down to the Lake at sunset.

The kiddos squealed in delight as the ducks fought over their crumbled offerings.

Except for Conor. He wasn't much for sharing.

We saw birds...

And frogs...

And enjoyed a summer stroll with friends.

It was the perfect end to the perfect beginning.

Tiny Dancer

2010-06-28T22:27:00.013-04:00

"A Dancers Prayer"

Dear Angel, Ever at my side

Be there today, my feet to guide

Help me dance high, and light, and free

So everyone will be proud of me.

May the judges be fair and the stages be spacious

In winning and losing, let me be gracious,

so that every dance I will remember with pride.

And Angel, please keep my shoelaces tied.

Tonight I remember your first dance recital.

We are so proud of you!

Licking my wounds with ice cream

2010-06-18T06:25:00.007-04:00

I didn't know anything. I just knew I wanted the kids enrolled, and after a five minute conversation with my neighbor, jumped in her car and headed to the local high school...thirty minutes early. We walked through the double doors of the natatorium and took our spot at the end of the line, which wrapped around the hallway and half way down another. After a good forty-five minute lesson in patience, and conversation with many friendly Moms, I had received more information about the swim lessons than I did from any phone call or website inquiry. I was ready! We were ready!

Three weeks had past...

I made sure to put dinner on early, so they could eat in plenty of time before their scheduled lessons. We put our suits on and danced around the house in excitement. "I have a new bathing suit, Mama!" Katie explained. "Yaaahhhhh," followed Conor, hands stretched above his head.

Just as I did three weeks before, I arrived thirty minutes early (it's a problem I have). Since the sign on the door kindly asked us not to enter during the lesson and it was two minutes past the hour, we didn't. Instead, I encouraged the kids to watch the Moms and babies in the big pool through the hallway doors. They squatted down, shoulder to shoulder, and peeked through the ground level window. Every couple of minutes, Conor would turn his head over his left shoulder and point, notifying me the kids were still in the pool. Then, they would skip down the hall to the water fountain and back, as if watching made them thirsty.

After thirty minutes of this routine, it was our turn. As we rose from our seats, my sweet husband innocently asked me (bless him), "Why are you the only one in your bathing suit?" And, then, the fear set in.....could I have gotten the time wrong?

It was as if the answer came in slow motion, when she pointed to our names on the schedule next to the six o'clock hour. We had been watching our class...from the windows...for thirty minutes. And now, it was anothers turn. No Mom and baby class. No level one swimmers. My heart fell to my feet, right there on the side of the pool.

"What's wrong, Mama?" Katie asked. "Mommy made a mistake," I answered. "We can't go swimming today. We were too late." I think it was then, looking at her face, that my heart rolled into the pool and sank to the bottom...of the deep end.

We slowly walked to the car, loaded up the kids, buckled ourselves in, and I cried. I cried because I felt like I had let them down. I felt like the worst Mom ever. I felt empty.

Then, from the back seat, I heard the words, "Don't cry, Mom. Ice cream will make you feel better".

And just like that, our four year old had once again amazed me. We went to Sonic, treated ourselves to some fun frosty drinks, and smiled all the way home...in our dry suits...to try again on Monday.

She was right. Ice cream did make me feel better.

You say it better

2010-06-07T21:35:00.008-04:00

It was 8:30pm on Monday night. Bedtime. Little Kate decides she needs to talk to Mom Mom. If we hadn't tried to call without success twice already, I would have postponed the request another day. But, instead, I handed her the ringing phone.

"Hi, Mom Mom..."

From my office, I could hear their conversation. They talked about the weather, their dogs, school, summer, her upcoming dance recital, and a string of other things like the piggy bank that sat on her dresser or how she "threw up" in the car. I think she may have even gotten in a rough twenty seconds with Pop Pop.

If you ask me one day what you were like at this age, I could describe you. But, your words from this one conversation with Mom Mom tonight say it so much better.

You get that from your Father

2010-06-03T13:22:00.014-04:00

Nine months ago, you picked out your favorite Princess dress, grabbed your backpack, and simply waved goodbye as you made your way to a table full of new faces. Since that day, you have grown leaps and bounds. You recite a prayer before our evening meal, say the pledge of allegiance with pride, and write your name in such a fancy way...

It goes something like this...

Big K.

then Little a... A circle with a little leg.

Little t...Just like the cross, Mama.

Little i.

Little e...You start at the bottom and go around like a circle...and then poke it in the belly!

Today, your first year of pre-school is over and in just one month...you will turn Four. As we drove home from the park, I was thinking about the year passed and took a wrong turn. It was no surprise to you, because even at the age of four, you know that I am directionally challenged. But, what followed next made both of us break into laughter.

Kate: Mom, Did you take a wrong turn, again?

Mom: Yes, Kate. But, I will find my way.

Kate: Does Daddy need to come help us again?

Mom: Um, no. I am just fine, Kate. You don't think Mommy can find her way?

Kate (laughing hysterically): No, Mama.

Just four years old, and already exercising her Dad's sense of humor. Sheesh.

Girlfriends are Gold

2010-05-30T08:03:00.021-04:00

Joe and I decided after the kids were born that we needed to take time for ourselves and eachother. So, for the second time in two years, Joe watched the kids and I carved out a weekend to spend with just the girls. Only, unlike last year, the girlfriends and location remained local.

No agenda...just the beach...some good conversation...and fun.

This first picture is for my Dad (and maybe Kate's). We were filling up, checking the oil, and adding a quart before hitting the road. Even at 32, we are still following the road rules.

It was "Hot Rod" weekend in Ocean City, Maryland. Therefore, it offered up as much entertainment as a Jimmy Buffett concert. People lined the streets for miles just to watch the hot rods cruise main street. We, of course, got stuck in the parade while in route to the beach house, and didn't know what to do. Do I look? Do I wave? I felt like a chimp at the zoo. The people watching us...watching them. And the exhaust...gawd. I get naucious all over again just thinking about it. Still, we found time to do a little shopping for our loved ones. We were feeling pretty old, and getting laughs out of what all the kids (and by kids, I mean teens) were wearing. We found these beauties at a local surf shop.

We were so intrigued by this on the display, Louise had to try them on. They are flip flops, with leg warmers attached. Can you imagine the tan lines?
The next was my personal favorite. For all my Texas dance team gals, you will appreciate this. The picture didn't turn out, but I can describe the latest fashion trend in two words. Elastic belts. The eighties were in full effect. Having lived through the decade, I don't think that is a good thing.

After some stressful bathing suit shopping and many needed Margaritas, we headed out on Saturday to Fager's Island for dancing. There was a great band playing, and we closed the place down at 2am. We learned a few things about eachother that night:

Katie has a keen awareness of dance floor odors

Marci can't go anywhere without a bodyguard

Louise can fall asleep anywhere

Jill gets very excited over Zac Brown's "Chicken Fried"

Sunday started late, with the perfect greasy breakfast at a local dive. Then, we took a stroll on the beach and found someone fishing. He turned up a sand shark, and we were clearly impressed. The kids were more impressed by this picture than the silly bracelets and flips flops I brought home. No matter who I am with, or where we go, I am so blessed to be surrounded by great women to call my friends. Thanks for the fun memories, ladies!

Sweet Dreams

2010-05-24T22:34:00.005-04:00

This post is for me. Just me.

As most Moms, I am usually the first to rise and the last to fall around our house. The house begins to settle around 8:30pm when the first toddler closes his eyes, and the dogs begin walking in circles over the place they will commit to for the night. Then, slowly...one hour at a time...the house becomes quiet until it's just me and the sound of letters rebounding from the keyboard.

On this evening, I sent my last e-mail, dimmed the lights in the office, made my rounds to ensure the house was secure, and headed for my last task of the day...kisses good night.

Under the shadows of your nightlights, I found you both sweetly dreaming. After opening and closing both your bedroom doors, I walked down the hall feeling completly full of love. I decided I had one more thing to do tonight...tell you both that I have the best job in the world, and am so lucky to be your Mom. Kisses Goodnight are my favorite. I love you.

This post is all mine.

Don't worry, that's just my neighbor swearing

2010-05-20T15:48:00.009-04:00

With the snow melted away, and the afternoon temperatures reaching the mid-seventies, Spring has arrived in South Central PA.

Just like tulips tend to show their colors in April, so do the real estate signs in May. Three weeks ago, one went up across the street from us.

My neighbor's house is beautiful! They have done everything right for their listing:

Removed all personal elements
De-cluttered the rooms and countertops
Cleaned it spotless inside
Have excellent curb appeal, trimming bushes and blooming flowers

The one thing they forgot to do was inform their neighbors. This is where I insert my apologies...

I apologize for the mountain of rocks which blocked the roadway for nearly three days.

I offer orange caution cones for your safety.

I apologize for the mud tracks and eye sore of a yard that seems to contrast with your beautifully manicured one.

I offer a yard rainbow for your viewing pleasure.

I apologize for the sounds of Construction equipment early in the morning...through the afternoon...and into the evening.

I will offer you a beer when the house sells.

On Mother's Day

2010-05-09T13:53:00.008-04:00

While the view from my hotel room this week was (again) of beautiful downtown Chicago and the world famous Hancock Building, I chose not to write about the city. My thoughts were at home. Little Conor had caught a stomach bug, and had been spilling out both ends for seven days, three of which were when I was away. While I knew my husband could handle the kids at home, I hated that I couldn't step in to alternate a sick day, change a diaper, run a load of laundry...anything. My heart ached that I couldn't be there to care for my family, when that's the only thing I wanted to do. Then, I learned my mother-in-law had arrived. She dropped what she was doing, and drove the four plus hours in rush hour traffic to lend a hand until I returned home. It was after learning this that I decided I couldn't write about Chicago this week, but instead, I needed to write about Mothers.

I have witnessed Mothers celebrate with their children after many victories.

I have sat next to and held the hand of a Mom in a hospital praying for her sick son.

I have seen the pride in a Mother's eyes when holding her grandchild.

I have watched a Mother bury her newborn daughter.

I have heard a Mother support her daughter even when she knew she was wrong.

I have a Mother in Texas who would stand on her head and drink a Martini if it meant supporting her children. (Okay, maybe not the stand on her head part. It would mess up her hair. But, I bet I could get her to sip a Martini...wink)

I know a Mother in Maryland who this week, reminded me what it means to be a Mom. No matter what age, what distance, or what price, Mothers will always be Mothers.

I am so thankful to have two wonderful ladies to call "Mom".

Happy Day to all the beautiful Mothers in the world!
You deserve it!

Don't judge a banana by it's peel

2010-04-29T12:19:00.009-04:00

Since bananas are a cheap and convenient dose of potassium, I typically always have them in the house, and send them in the kids lunches often. Only, lately, the kids have been boycotting them. I sent them two days in a row recently, only to have them returned both days.

So, last night, it hit me. I love a good steak, but I can't eat it every day. So, too, do the kids feel about bananas. For those of you who know me, I wasn't about to throw them away. Even after Katie had wrinkled her nose in disgust, claiming they were "yuckie and black".

So, I did what any Mom would do. I made up a moral story out of the three little bananas that nobody wanted to eat, and then threw them into the blender with some milk, ice, and a dash of vanilla creamer (nice suggestion, Daddy). These bananas, I explained, were special. They were meant for making banana shakes....the BEST banana shakes (wink, wink).

Katie still didn't looked convinced.

So, I dropped three straws in the glass, showing her that her brother and I too were going to enjoy the BEST banana treat. She used one breath to suck the shake up the straw, and when she came up for air...she looked amazed.....This is so good, Mommy!

And another...Sluuurrrppp...I love this ice cream!

One more time...Sluuurrrppp...These bananas are the BEST! Can we buy the black ones again?

Hit me again...Sluuurrrppp...You make the best shakes, Mom!

Uh huh. This was fun to watch. My job here is done.

To my favorite Taurus

2010-04-23T10:31:00.013-04:00

We have a little secret, Dad.

It made us laugh.

It made us focus.

It made us smile!

Happy Birthday, Daddy! We love you!

Untitled post: A reminder from Chi-town

2010-04-21T20:15:00.015-04:00

Hi Kiddos,

I peeked on you briefly before sneaking out of the house this morning. I could brush my fingers through your hair and across your cheeks for hours. I love to watch you sleep. You are so peaceful. Like angels.

But, tonight, I rest my head in Chicago with only sweet dreams of you.

This trip, I decided to lay low in the city. After a long day at work, I chose to retreat to my hotel room overlooking the Chicago River, sit in a big comfy chair, admire the beauty of Navy Pier, and smile at the thought of what the two of you must be doing.

Your beds are probably unmade, with today's clothes still laying on the floor, scattered where you dropped them in pursuit of the bath. I am sure damp towels lie on the bathroom floor, and colors collected in small piles across the kitchen counter next to the empty lunch boxes from the day at Ms Marci's. The two of you are probably hiding under blanketed forts, in mismatched jammies, laughing to the mischief of Looney Tunes, and begging for just one more cookie...again.

I smile at the thought of you enjoying this time with your Dad, and ask you to cherish it.

Now, go clean up your room. Mommy will be home tomorrow.

I love you. Mom

Lessons from a puppy

2010-04-16T07:22:00.006-04:00

Lesson 1: Find a best friend for life and don't let go!

Lesson 2: Looking adorable will get you a long way.

Lesson 3: Feather down beds are the best.

Lesson 4: A lazy afternoon with a good pal never gets old.

Lesson 5: If you find a sucker of a toddler, no mess will ever be your fault.

Princesses are cool. Moms are not.

2010-04-11T07:54:00.010-04:00

This weekend, we dressed little Kate up as Snow White, from the black headband down to the red sparkle shoes (ok, I know Snow White doesn't wear red sparkle shoes...), and loaded her and four of her dearest friends into the car for a day with the Princesses at Disney on Ice.
This is our third year attending, and the time she enjoyed herself the most! In fact, I would say watching her interact with the show was totally worth the $12 plastic cup with nasty Snow Cone I still can't believe I purchased.

She was so excited when we got home that I continued the Princess music for her Dad, so she could show him how the Princesses skated at the show. We all know how much I love music and dance, so I couldn't help but join in myself...

Kate stopped, cocked her head to the side, and said..."Mom. I lloooooovvvveee the Princesses. But, I do not like when you shake your booty."

We all busted out in laughter together. I guess I should stick to the chapperoning.

A letter to my son on his second birthday

2010-04-08T12:29:00.016-04:00

Dear Conor, Con-Man, Bubba, Bud,

You have changed so much in the last year since I last sat down to write you a letter. It's hard to believe today is your second birthday. Even though you are still very much my baby, I can no longer refer to your age in months or travel on an airplane with you on my lap. As another year passes, I am reminded how precious your youth is.

You are still the same sweet boy, reaching for my hand to lead me across the room, and pull my arm across your lap when we snuggle on the couch. The depth of your soul is so sweet, that something tells me you will be doing these things even when I am old. I am so loved to be your Mother.

You have graduated to a little boy bed, abandoning the need for me to rock you to sleep each night. So, it's these couch snuggle sessions with you that I now cherish. You love to "vroom" your cars around the kitchen in endless circles, and have taken quite the liking to fish, sharks, and well...all things marine. I hope to never forget your reaction to your birthday cake.

You are beginning to gain your independence and grow into your own personality. A personality, that even with a sweet core, is aggressive, determined, and not afraid to vocalize how you feel (even if your vocalization has yet to form words). All traits your Dad is confident will be put to good use in sports one day!

You embrace everyone, stranger or not, and prove that if you smile, the world truly does smile with you. Your smile is infectious!

Your sister remains your best friend, the two of you becoming closer with each passing day. You are her "Buddy", look to her for guidance, and share her laughter when she is silly. It's a beautiful thing for a Mother to watch.

As you left to walk to Ms Marci's this morning, I stood at the door a little longer, and watched you. At just two years old, you are such a little man in the making and I am so proud of you. Happy Birthday, son. I love you.

I am rarely spontaneous

2010-04-06T20:56:00.013-04:00

Throughout my life, I have always been a planner. When I was in High School, I knew where I wanted to go to College. When I bought my first car, I researched the purchase, and when our first daughter was born, we planned it. So, when I do something Spontaneous, it is rare. While others might get a wild hair to try a new restaurant for dinner, or splurge a little extra on an unplanned purchase, it seems my wild hairs generally require a fair degree of commitment.

Like the day I decided to move out West. I was sitting in the back seat of my brother's Jeep Wrangler, driving North on the 5, holding my hair back in a pony tail with my right hand. I still remember the fresh clean smell of the air. I moved all my belongings within weeks and stayed five years.

The day I decided I wanted to begin dating Joe. He had just arrived home from a wedding in Philly, we were on the front patio of our Apartment Complex in Oceanside, CA, and I told him to sit next to me. That was almost eight years ago.

The birth of our second child. The only thing planned was the accompanying c-section. I have no regrets!

And, this....my latest spontaneous move.

This is Penny. Joe and I went to get fish for the turtle last night, and I decided she had to come home with us. She is nine weeks old, and an Irish Setter (Field Trial).

As with the others...this move felt good.

Nature is playing a joke on us...

2010-04-04T07:25:00.008-04:00

The temperatures have been mild this week, and as a result we have been leaving the windows cracked at night. We love to wake to the cool, crisp feeling of Spring and the sweet sound of singing birds outside. Only the sound of the ocean is better.

Do you see this little bird? May I introduce you to nature's little comedian.

On Friday night, Joe opened the grill to start dinner, and found this.

We cleaned and scrubbed the grates.

Then, Saturday, he opened the grill again.

Ha Ha.

Last night, Joe thought he would be smarter. He left the grill open.

And, this morning...the joke continues...

I think we will be having Robin for dinner...April Fools.

A late Thanksgiving post

2010-03-30T19:55:00.008-04:00

Yes, I know, this is a late Thanksgiving post. One day, this one post completely out of order and thrown in the middle of chronological Spring events will surely drive you crazy. It will.

But, this one I had to add...even if it was four months late and out of order.

I visited your Dad's office a few weeks past, and found a school craft proudly displayed for all to see. Only, I had never seen it before. The following is a creation expressing all that you were thankful for this past Thanksgiving. You were three...
I am just tickled your Father, Brother, and I ranked among such royalty as Tinkerbell and Snow White. Awesome.

Oh, and one day when you declare you aren't so fond of us, and insist on changing the walls of your room because you hate the color Pink...I'll remind you of how thankful you once were. Again, awesome.

Bikes and Basketball

2010-03-25T12:25:00.005-04:00

It doesn't take much for us to get excited, and this past weekend all it took was the sun! After one too many months of winter, we had played with every color of playdoh, baked dozens of cookies, danced around the kitchen in costumes, colored half a dozen coloring books, built multiple forts, and went bowling. So, with the first hint of sunshine on Saturday morning, the kids were slipping on their shoes and heading out front to reunite with all their toys of summers past.

Conor and Kate ran to the motorcycle their cousin Antonio had handed down months before. This was the first clear, dry, warm day since the fall, and they were taking full advantage. They rode it up and down the driveway until the charge died. And then both sat on it, still so excited.

Conor even challenged his Dad and neighbor to a game of Basketball.

Check out the rally cap, setup, and form!

Welcome Spring!

Earrings

2010-03-18T20:59:00.013-04:00

When she was born, her Uncle Brad sent diamond stud earrings. I remember looking at her sweet, precious ears...so small, so new. I couldn't believe that my husband and I had created her. What a gift. What a blessing. How amazing. I remember getting lost in the thought of it all.

So, perhaps this is why after years of planning to adorn my first newborn baby girl in a beautiful pair of earrings, I couldn't bring myself to place holes in her ears. The diamond stud earrings that Uncle Brad sent are still in their box.

Fast forward three years....

After stiches to the head, a broken arm, and many bodily scars later, holes to the ears seem easy. So, here I am. A regretful mother wishing she had done the deed while you were an infant.

"Don't you want earrings. honey?" I ask.

"Earrings, Mommy? They will put holes in my ears? Will it hurt?" she so innocently asks.

"Nah. It will just pinch a little bit, but then it will be okay." I reply.

She winces.

"You know, Mommy has earrings," I say. "And, Nana...and GrandMom...and Mom Mom. All girls do."

She doesn't look convinced. "All girls?" she questions.

Months have passed since I brought up the subject. I vowed to myself not to push her. Rather, I would wait patiently for her to decide she was ready. I waited. And waited.

And then, it happened. One of her best friends showed up at daycare...with earrings. I simply smiled and gave her little friend a fancy compliment upon introduction. Kate gushed with envy.

On Sunday, I told Kate we were going to the mall to get an Easter dress.

"Can I get my ears pierced?" she asked.

"If you want to," I replied.

"Will it hurt?" she questioned.

"Nah. Just a pinch." I responded.

"I want to," she smiled.

Irish Blessings

2010-03-17T12:37:00.005-04:00

With each year that passes, I find myself growing to love St. Patrick's Day more and more. I am sure it has nothing to do with the Irish family I married into (wink, wink).

I couldn't get my youngest to wear a green shirt this morning (Red is the current favorite), and my daughter was wearing the same shirt she wore this day a year ago (yes, it still fits). So, the cute sibling picture I was hoping to duplicate from last year is not existant.

Instead, I share with you some of my favorite photos from St Patrick's Day past.

And the lovely artwork that adorns our refrigerator. Not bad for two tods under four, no?

And one Irish Blessing.

Wishing you a rainbow

For sunlight after showers-

Miles and miles of Irish smiles

For golden happy hours-

Shamrocks at your doorway

For luck and laughter too,

and a host of friends that never ends

Each day your whole life through!

Happy St. Patricks Day. Slainte!

I did it...even though I didn't want to

2010-03-14T15:26:00.010-04:00

Last week when I picked Little Kate up from Ms. Marci's, she asked me, "Mom, Can I have a sleepover with Richie?".

Excuse me? I replied.

A sleepover...with Richie...can I have one...pleeeeaaaase? she repeated.

Yep. I heard her right. A sleepover...with a boy...Oy vey. I'm so not ready. "We'll talk about it," I said.

And, talk about it we did. On Sunday, she picked out the jammies she wanted to wear. On Monday, she decided what toys she would bring, and declared that she had to take Minnie. On Wednesday, while in Chicago, she reminded me that she had to pack her sleeping bag. And on Friday, the movie event was decided...Lady and the Tramp. She was so excited! She jumped, she smiled, she sang. She was having a sleepover.

Despite our conversation, on multiple occasions, I hadn't made up my mind. I just wasn't ready. So, I did what I do with every big decision I have to make...I make a Pros and Cons list. It's simple, visual, and it works. I share my list with you...

Clearly, the pros outweighed the cons, all of which were selfish on my part. After all, I remember my first sleepover, who it was with, where I slept (or in this case didn't), and how quiet the car ride home with my Father was in the front seat of a Montecarlo in the middle of the night. The truth was, my parents were there for me when I didn't make it, just like I would be for young Kate. So, I did it. I packed her sleeping bag, pillow, Minnie, jammies, and toys, and took her down the street to the neighbors for her very first sleepover...with a boy.

Two days have now past, and she is still "talking" about it. They....

Enjoyed ice cream and a movie on the couch.

And kept eachother entertained with tales of Princesses and Transformers...for hours...

While I was restless, and lost a lot of sleep. She did fine. The morning came without issue. No calls in the middle of the night. No tears. No I missed yous. Just lots of fun talk, and a little reminder that as a parent, sometimes we will have to let them do things even though we (okay, I) don't want to.

The rest is up to them...knowing we will be here...if they call.

My Kind of Town...

2010-03-10T21:17:00.010-05:00

Hi my sweet ones,

As I promised in the Fall, this week I take you to Chicago. Since my job takes me to the Windy City often, and there is much to share, this will be the first in a series of posts about this fun city.

Chicago is the third largest city in the United States with nearly three million people. One of the things it is known for is its Theatre District, hosting shows like WICKED, Jersey Boys, and The Lion King. There is no shortage of good entertainment in this town.

Mommy's office is on the 21st floor of Michigan and Wacker. As the name suggests, Michigan Ave runs parallel to Lake Michigan. From this location, we have an incredible view of the Chicago River. Starting this weekend, the River will be dyed green...St Patrick's Day green. Just up the street, Mommy is staying in a hotel a few blocks from the Magnificent Mile. This is a Shopping District full of World Class Stores and unique boutiques, including the Oprah Store. While I am no shopper, it is something to see. Perhaps one day I will bring you along to help me appreciate it.

And finally, I share the Deep Dish Pizza. Simply...Yum.

With my belly full, it's time for me to go to bed. I miss you both and look forward to seeing you tomorrow night. Have a good day at school, Kate, and listen to your Daddy.

I love you both. Mom.

Celebrating Us

2010-03-06T13:58:00.005-05:00

Seven years ago, you took me away for the weekend, bent down on one knee, called me by my full name, and asked for my hand in marriage. It was a beautiful Southern California Saturday.

Today, is our sixth wedding anniversary. Since this date in 2004, we have...

Moved from the West Coast to the East.

Established our careers

Bought our first home

Had two children

And...suffered a few losses

As one would expect, the last six years has aged us. Our hair is a bit shorter, our smile lines more pronounced, and our priorities for life a bit straighter. Still, every day remains a fun adventure, and there is still no one I would rather spend my days with than you.

May we always be as happy as we were then...

Happy Anniversary, Dear. I love you.

(Oh, yes I did.)

Roots in Boots

2010-03-04T20:23:00.019-05:00

I have shared small memories from my childhood before because as much as I want this to be a journal of the kids as they grow, I think it is important for them to know where they come from.

When I was a kid, I used to take weekend trips with my Dad. We lived in the city, but on these weekend trips, I would spend the days with my Grandma on the Farm. The days were long then. I would wake to the smell of scrambled eggs and ham. Then, we would head out to pick eggs, feed the chickens, and dabble in the garden. After lunch, we would usually bake chocolate chip cookies, and spend a couple of hours swinging on the front porch watching the cars pass on the highway.

This is a picture of the swing we sat on. It is smaller than I remember, most of the paint has gone, and the rose bushes that used to bloom below are no longer. Still, the view nor the quiet stillness of the air has changed.

Behind the house, these small buildings were where the chicks were kept, and beyond, the chickens. One of my favorite things to do was to unlock the chicken house, sneak quietly inside, and pick eggs. I remember my Grandma always warning me to check for snakes before sticking my hands in the dark boxes. Thinking back, I was never scared.

This is a picture of the garden that sat to the left of the house. My Grandparents grew everything from tomatos, to cauliflower, to cucumbers, and squash. Even though the gate now leads to a plot of grass, I still remember the garden at its fullest, and how one weekend covered in Calomine lotion quickly taught me never to pick the vegetables without a tall pair of rubber boots and my Grandma's gloves.

Finally, around back of the garage is where we spent many hours cleaning the eggs, making sausage, and cleaning the vegetables from the garden. As a bonus, my grandparents had two deep freezers against the back wall of this garage that always had ice cream pies. They were my favorite, and the perfect summer treat!

While this is what I remember, the memories for my kids will not be all that different. Instead of a weekend a month, we will try to visit once a year. Instead of a porch swing and view of the highway, my daughter and I sit on the gator with a view of the ranch.

We have cows...

and drive tractors...

we fly kites...

and have fun slumber parties in big quilted beds.

We continue to share memories with fond loved ones, are making memories with a new generation, and may just be making a Texan out of one Baltimore Boy.

Only in Texas

2010-03-01T10:40:00.012-05:00

We drove an hour to the airport, checked six items, and headed through security to board the four hour flight to San Antonio. It was the first time little Kate would be flying without a car seat on the plane, and the last time the Con-man would be flying on my lap for free.

The kids were so excited, watching the airplanes and choo choo cars through the windows. Kate kept singing, "Yippy Yay Yo, Texas, here we come!", and Conor yelled, "Woah!" at each airplane that passed by.

Being a native Texan, I know everything is bigger in Texas. However, in the ten years I have been gone, I am certain things have only gotten BIGGER. We wanted to take the kids somewhere for a couple of hours, and my parents suggested a place called Bass Pro Shops. I had never been, but liked the idea because one, it was free (and I like FREE), and two, Mom said they had fish (Conor's favorite).

For those of you who know Bass Pro, you know what I am about to share with you. For those of you who don't...may I let the pictures explain.

The entry stopped me in my boots. The place was massive! It must have been over 200,000 square feet, with two floors, and more stuffed and mounted animals than I had ever seen in my life! Of course, we found the fish tank first. It was an entire floor in height, and had a glass sided elevator that rose out of it to the second floor above. These weren't exactly the fish I was expecting. They were half the size of Conor and hungry.

Then, we headed upstairs to the ATVs and game room. Know that the word "game" in this sentence is not in reference to Monopoly.

Conor immediately recognized the lions, and made an attempt at communication.

We ended the tour at the indoor shooting range. It must be in my blood, because I was quickly addicted. I told Joe he could take me to dinner and Bass Pro any night, and it would be the perfect date. For a few dollars, we all had a blast!

The fact that we could walk into a retail store and be entertained for two hours without buying anything was amazing. Things have certainly gotten bigger in TEXAS.

What she can't live without

2010-02-24T21:13:00.004-05:00

We are leaving for a little vacation tomorrow as the third blizzard of the season heads our way. For the first time since I left the my home state over ten years ago, we are going to visit not because it is a holiday, or because someone is sick, not for a wedding or for a funeral. We are going to visit just because we want to...and we are so excited! Excited because it will be February and the temperature in south Texas is just right. Excited because the kids are going to have so much fun visiting the city and exploring the Ranch. Excited because we don't have an agenda. Excited simply because the time will be ours to do with what we want.

As the kids helped me pack tonight, here are a few of the things little Kate suggested they simply couldn't travel without...

Six books. Three Dr Seuss, 2 Ella, and one about Sharks.
Four blankets. One for Kate, two for Conor, and one for Mom Mom to keep warm.
Crafts. To take to the family in Texas.
LeapFrog Reader. Because she likes it.
A princess pillow and pillow case for Kate. A pillow for Conor.
Princess cowboy boots. Because all the princesses wear them.
2 Kites
1 Pink backpack and 1 Thomas backpack

That's it, Mommy! That's all.

Not bad that shoes, linens, and a few good books made the list. I must admit, these are a few of my favorite things too.

Letting go

2010-02-18T20:09:00.024-05:00

With your sister, it was different. I was eight months pregnant, badly nesting, and desperate to load the room with balls, bears, and everything blue. We didn't have a choice. We relocated her to a new room and a "big girl" bed at nineteen months because we had to. I remember that moment like I do so many others. It was a splash of cold water to my face that these "transitional" moments were going to come many times...and often. The formula before solids, the high chair before the booster, the pull-ups before the panties, the training wheels before the bike, and so on. I remember how I felt when I took this picture.

The second time around, it was our choice. Two weeks ago, just after you had turned twenty-two months, we did it. One screw at a time, the front side of your crib came down, as did the toddler quilt that had hung on the wall for almost two years. You and your sister couldn't wait to try out the new, all-access, bed. The two of you quickly snuggled in and had a reading session all your own. It was sweet. With Kate, I sometimes forget how young she is. Maybe it is because she is a girl. Maybe it is because she is the oldest. Maybe it is because she asks me questions at age four that I can't answer at age thirty-one. Whatever the reason, I seem to expect her to be older.

With Conor, it's different. I forget how old he is. Maybe it is because he is a boy...my boy. Maybe it is because he is the baby. Maybe it is because he has yet to speak at all. Whatever the reason, I seem to want him to stay a baby.

I don't know why it is harder to accept these milestones the second time around, but it is. Truth be told, I have put off this post for two weeks now, not wanting to document the milestone. Secretly hoping that you would crawl out of bed night after night and beat down the door in protest, forcing us to put your crib back together, abandoning this post for just a few more months.

Instead, I tucked you snuggly in at bedtime, layed a kiss on your cheek, and closed your door to sleep in peace. I will always remember how I felt when I took this picture.

Amore

2010-02-14T13:28:00.010-05:00

A short poem for my loved ones on Valentine's Day...

The way your eyes dance when telling a story

and how your the first one to hold my hand every morning.

The fresh smell of your skin after an evening bath

and how you throw back your head and hold your belly when you laugh.

The squint of your eyes when your full of joy

and how you grip tight your favorite toy.

All your hugs at the end of each day.

That's Amore.

This is one to remember

2010-02-12T20:49:00.014-05:00

Many times in their lives, I know I will have to repeat the important stuff at least three times for them to remember it. Don't talk to strangers... Treat others how you want to be treated... Mind your manners...

So, this is my third post about the snow. I am aware. It's my final attempt at relaying to the kids what an event this past week has been. Two blizzards in five days, bringing 51 inches of snow to our area. It may never happen again in my lifetime.

Since the snow was so high we could have lost a toddler or two, making a snowman was simply not an option. So, I sat on the porch and watched your Dad sculpt a small cave for the two of you to play in, followed by a five minute lesson in snow ball mechanics. As I sat there, I couldn't help but admire how beautiful the moment was. All the snow had gotten a bit annoying, but perhaps us playing together, outside, in the middle of a cold February afternoon was that in itself, the point. A silent, beautiful, forced gift of mother nature.

A reminder of what turning off the television and not having a place to go would provide. Precious moments to climb mountains, build caves, and laugh.

A few opportunities to be neighborly. To pick up groceries for one another, share dinner invitations, assist eachother in clearing the snow (twice), and calling just to check in. Not expecting anything in return. Doing these things simply because it's what neighbors do. A night to sit around the kitchen table and enjoy your Aunt Kathy's company. I hate that she couldn't make it home, when home was just twenty minutes away. But, selfishly, I was so happy to see your faces light up when you heard she was staying over. Before you went to bed, Kate, you told me it was your favorite part of the day.So, while the walls of snow you walked between were remarkable, indeed. Know that Mom and Dad will be talking about this for years to come, not just because there were a few too many feet of snow. But, also because there were many moments to remember.

A lesson in Perspective

2010-02-08T15:29:00.014-05:00

On receiving 30 inches of snow, and only having a hand shovel in my garage...

If you are kind to others, they will be kind to you.

On taking thirty plus minutes to dress two excited toddlers for play... twice in one day...

The view from the top and flowing kisses that followed were worth it.

On the oven going out on Friday, and costing $200 to fix...one week later

I still have heat, electricity, and (clutching my latpop to my chest) wireless.

On having to go to work on a snow day...

Working from home has its benefits.

On not having my husband here for the weekend Blizzard...

It just matters that he made it home safely.

On the forecast of receiving another foot of snow tomorrow...

If we could dig out of 30 inches, we can dig out of another 12. It could be more!