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Picture Pages


Scorch was kind enough to bring home a cold last week. Then he was even kinder by sharing his cold.  I think I’m dying thanks to this damn cold. Because of that, you’re not getting words, you’re getting some of my favorite pictures from the past month or so straight from my camera.

Here’s the kiddos jumping waves when we were at the beach back in August. Good times (*sniff*I miss it*sniff*). Full disclosure, I may have suggested (strongly) that they hold hands for these pics.


I have had the good fortune of finding shells with heart-shaped holes in them on our last day of beach vacation. Here’s the 2014 edition (2013 can be seen here):


We took the kids fishing a few weeks ago. The light was spectacular:


This weekend I realized it had been a good two weeks since I took out my camera, so while the kids played at their favorite playground, I played in the garden:




Send soup. I’ll be back when I don’t need to have tissues stuffed up my nose. You’re welcome for that visual.

What’s Inside My Brain


I feel like I should write. I have the urge to write. But I don’t know what to write about.

Life is settled right now. We mostly have this whole me working outside the house thing figured out. I’ve come to terms with the fact that I’ll never have a quiet night again. Like, ever. If it’s not baseball, it’s therapy. If it’s not therapy, it’s swim lessons. If it’s not swim lessons, it’s some random dinner/meeting/function. And it’s ok, we’re making it work. My laundry pile is taller then my children and my house isn’t getting quite as clean as I’d like it, but there are meals on the table every night and I haven’t dropped anything major yet.

I feel like I should share funny stories about my kids. But they are getting older. So the stories of mischief and amusing misunderstandings have given way to two kids who are smart and funny and sweet and independent. Kids who will happily play outside for hours every day or let us sleep into 8:30 on a Sunday because they can basically get anything they need without our help. And they are amazing- that is amazing. I adore everything about the people they are slowly morphing in to. But it’s not great blog fodder.

I have a rash of friends and family having babies this month. Sweet, smooshy, yummy smelling babies. And I wonder and I think and I agonize over if we want to add just one more to this crazy brood. I love being a mom to babies. But babies turn into toddler and toddler are so damn exhausting. Do I want to give up all the independence we have for a baby? We’re 12 years away from having an empty nest. Do I want change that up and all of a sudden be 18 year away from that? I’ll be 55 and the Hubs would be 57 when this hypothetical baby goes to college. Is that even appealing? I don’t know.  I love feeling pregnant lady’s bellies and newborns. Not sure if those are good enough reasons.

All I do know is that I love my family. I love my new job. And that spring is slowly, slowly coming. All those are amazing things and right now, they are more than enough.

My view driving home at 6:25 this morning. Breathtaking.

My view driving home at 6:25 this morning. Breathtaking.




To New Routines


Well, it looks like the folks I interviewed with who saw my blog didn’t think talking to a psychic was too odd because they offered me the job and I accepted! Starting the first week in March I’ll be back to working full time for 1 employer and I couldn’t be more thrilled! Things fell very quickly into place with this job and it just feels right- let’s hope my gut is leading me on the right path.


The kids went back to school yesterday after a week long February break. Why do we have a February break when we also have a week long April break, you ask? To make parents crazy. That is the only answer I could come up with that made any sense.  While honestly we had a great break, the stress of trying to work, juggle playdates and keep my household somewhat functioning almost broke me.  I was beyond thankful for 1) our babysitter that give me 9 hours out of the house, 2) friends who graciously took my kids for playdates and let me take their kids in return to occupy my kids and 3) kids that get along very, very well 90% of the time.

The other 10% of the time gave the Bean a really good excuse to try to spell out a new sign for her bedroom door:


Translation: Scorch is not allowed in my bedroom

I give her mad props for the freaky smiley face, but the fact that she thought “Barm” = bedroom makes me wonder why we’re spending money on a private school education.


Next week starts a new normal as I’m back in an office full time. After a few weeks, I’ll be spending the majority of my time working from home, but these next 3 weeks will be the first time ever that both the Hubs and I will be working outside the house 40 hours a week. I foresee lots of scrambling, breakfasts for dinner and a messy house. But I also see two kids thrilled they can go to after school again (after school = play time), a wife (me!) feeling like she’s pulling her weight again and a job I can’t wait to sink my teeth into.

So here’s to new routines, new normals and a fresh start!

Great First Impressions


So you know what’s fun? When you go to a job interview for a position that you’re very, very interested in and you talk at length at how much you love to write and how you wrote a professional blog for the Big Company and how you have your own personal blog as well.  And then the people interviewing you ask to see your blogs. So you say sure because, after all, both blogs are public and you haven’t written anything that you’re embarrassed about on either one. Except for that on your personal blog, the last entry is about how you saw a psychic and tried to communicate with your dead childhood friend. While you’re not really embarrassed about this, it’s still just a little odd to reveal that at your interview with the company you’re hoping to work for, no?

And that’s my life.

*Hoping to have 2 full-time job offers this week. Say a little prayer for me, will you?

Flying Solo with Santa


Continuing on my “Sunrise, Sunset” theme of the week, we took the kids to go see Santa tonight. At first, Beaner was not having it- at all. She said she’d give Santa her list and talk to him but she wasn’t sitting on his lap or taking a picture with him. No way, no how. Given that this isn’t my first time around this particular block, I put on a festive sweater and touched up my makeup knowing darn well I was going to have to get in the picture with the kids to make it happen.

There was a small line ahead of us, including this adorable 10 month old. Her parents had her decked out in this gorgeous dress and big old bow. She couldn’t stop smiling and waving at Santa while we were in line, and the kids asked if they were that excited to see Santa when they were little. So the Hubs and I started to tell the kids about all our trips to see Santa over the years. About how Scorch would get all serious and scowl and the Bean would cry and cry the minute she was put on the big guy’s lap.  We took bets on what the little girl in front of us would do- the kids thought she’d do fine and I knew she’d lose her mind the minute her mom walked away. And that’s just what she did- the poor thing couldn’t get away from Santa fast enough as all of us in line giggled over her.

Once she was done, it was the moment of truth. Scorch was geared up and ready to go- but Beaner was the big question mark. I took off my jacket to hop in the picture with them, when Beaner let go of my hand, climbed up on Santa’s lap and told me they were fine without me.  And they were.  For the first time in 7 years, my kids took a picture with Santa without me in it because they didn’t need me in it for reassurance and comfort.

3 hours later and I’m still not sure what I think about that.

All I Want For Christmas Is Scorch’s…


About two week before my brother’s wedding, Scorch noticed he had 3 loose teeth- his top two, and one on the bottom.  I kid you not when I tell you that I prayed that the boy’s top teeth would stay put until after the wedding.  Thankfully, they did so we don’t have a jack-o-lantern grinning at us from all the pictures.  But the inevitable did happen and he lost one of the top teeth today (the bottom one came out the day before the wedding).


I admit, as dumb as it sounds, losing his top tooth got me today. When a little kid loses his top teeth, they lose that little kid look. Before long, Scorch is going to have these gigantic teeth that the rest of this face is going to have to grow into, with gangly arms and legs that go on for miles. The next thing I know, he won’t want to kiss me goodnight, he’ll never ask to cuddle again and he’ll move across country and leave me forever.


Who knew one little tooth could cause all this angst? I keep reminding myself that I’m going to love the kid, then the man, that Scorch grows into just as much as I love the little boy he is today- I just wish he’d stop growing so fast. Someone come up with a cure for that, ok?



My Day Job


Today I went into the school office like I do every Friday to get grocery cards (I buy gift cards from the school for my local grocery store at face value and the school gets 5%- genius).  When I walked in, both secretaries were in a tizzy- the PE teacher came in trying to tough it through a stomach bug and didn’t last 10 minutes.  They called everyone on their sub list and no one could come in so late. I’m not really paying that much attention, so when they asked me if I had my 4 year degree, and I told them yes having no idea what they wanted.

They wanted me to fill in for the PE teacher.

After I got done laughing,  I realized they were serious. Oh crap. Today is my day off so while I had a lot to do, none of it was pressing so for some freaking reason I said “yes.”

And that is how I ended up being a PE teacher today.  There we no lesson plans for any of my classes- PreK, 3rd, 4th, 6th and 7th- so we played a lot of basketball and kickball and with the scooters.  Thank goodness the PreK teacher is a former PE teacher and she stayed to help me manage those little balls of adorableness, snot & energy. 3rd graders were awesome, 4th graders were half awesome / half drama queens, 6th graders were all drama and 7th graders were the MOST fun, oddly enough.

All in all, everyone (including me!) had a good day and we all went home in one piece- so I’m calling my “teaching” debut a success.

Not that I ever doubted it, but today cemented the fact that I was not born to be a teacher and those who are, are a rare breed.

It’s All About Me


There is this silly meme going around Facebook and if you get tagged, you have to share things about yourself. I got tagged today and had to list out 9 things about myself. And yes, I know it’s lame to share the same things here, but this poor blog is in desperate need of a jump start as I adjust to my new schedule, so humor me.

1) If I could pick my dream job it would be writing an advice column. I’m really good at telling people how to live their lives.
2) I didn’t start eating Italian food until I was a sophomore in college because I didn’t want to be rude and refuse a friend’s mom’s lasagna. My taste buds have thanked me ever since- my waist line, not so much.
3) We were visiting this friend’s house because he and I and some friends rang in 1998 in Times Square. That was one of the most fun / craziest things I have ever done – and something I’ll never do again because I could never hold my bladder that long again if my life depended on it.
4) I am one of the least athletic people you’ll ever meet, but I work out 5-6 times a week.
5) My favorite kind of books are the kind where I ignore my children/husband/chores/work because I can’t put the book down. I’m always on the look out for a new book that fits that description- genre doesn’t matter.
6) I’ve gone camping at least once a year for at least 31 out of my 35 years. We took Scorch camping for a week when he was 8 weeks old- the only summer he hasn’t been camping was the summer the Bean was born (I was too chicken to take a 10 day old camping).
7) While I like dogs (including my own), I’m a cat person through and through.
8) When I was pregnant with the Bean I had months of nightly dreams about Eminem. We were BFFs and I was the only one who could convince him to go back on tour (nope, I don’t get it either).
9) There is always music on at my house- which means I’m always singing and dancing. I’m pretty shameless so the fact that I can’t do either doesn’t stop me.

Here’s a few bonus items:

10) I love road trips. Absolutely *love* them and cannot wait until the kids are old enough to take a cross country trip with them.

11) I’m not a crier over most things in real life, but I cry over things in books and TV all the time. Including the Folder’s commercial where the solider comes back home and surprises his family in the morning with a pot of coffee. Not sure what all that says about me.

12) I’m not a numbers/ data person, but nothing makes me feel more accomplished than having things like my budget / grocery list/ Christmas presents guide typed out in a color coded spreadsheet. Makes the Hubs crazy- he hates my spreadsheets.





Free Time Gone Wild


Do you want to know how you know you have too much time on your hands? When you spend a good chunk of your day 1) washing down the outside of your fridge with a Magic Eraser sponge, 2) rearranging all the magnets on said fridge all so you can 3) hang the 4 documents you created- Family Rules, Family Consequence, Scorch’s Chore Chart and Bean’s Chore Chart- just so on the fridge.  All documents are color coded, of course.

Gag me. Next thing you know, I’ll be whipping up some project I saw on Pintrest.


In all seriousness, the documents I created were a long time coming. The kids have been a tad bit challenging lately. Typical kid stuff- that is, if your kids spoke a completely different language than you and they came from Opposite World. The only way lately to get their attention was to YELL loudly and repeatedly (after already repeating myself 10 times at normal volume) and that’s not a fun environment for anyone. Growing up, I babysat for a family where the mom was a yell’er- she could be heard all throughout the neighborhood and her kids completely tuned her out. I was having flashbacks and realizing I was becoming her so something had to give and the documents were born.

Really, there is *nothing* earth shattering on any of them. The rules are basic, the consequences expected and the chores typical little kids stuff. But so far, so good. Instead of being the bad guy, I can point to the rules. When I dole out immediate consequences instead of yelling myself horse, the kids can’t say they haven’t been warned.  And they both have a list of things they are expected to do each and every day. I don’t know if the kids were blinded by the sparkling fridge or impressed by the charts, but tonight was by far one of our calmer nights. Whatever it was, here’s hoping it continues to work!


This, That & a Minor Miracle


When I thought about being unemployed one of the things that freaked me out the most was thinking I’d have eons of free time to fill up. I could very easily go the way of the sloth and do nothing but read all day and I was worried that I’d do just that.  Turns out, I have nothing to worry about because so far I’m finding being unemployed has made my schedule a 1000x crazier then it was before.  Before, I had a set schedule that varied little from day to day.  I knew what I was doing at any given hour during the day and there was comfort in that routine. Now there is no routine and I’m flying by the seat of my pants, yet my days are booked between meetings about freelance work, PTA meetings, meetings with my CPA, meeting with a financial adviser about what to do with my 401K and random interviews.  And when I’m not doing that, I’m cleaning my house- only to have the kids wreck it in 0.007 seconds after they get home.

And frankly this lack of a routine is making me crazy.

This is the week I start my part time job, find out more about one of the freelance jobs I’m doing and find out if I got a full time job I interviewed for last week. So by the end of this week I’ll have some idea of what my new schedule will be even if it kills me, so help me God.


Halloween this year was amazing. Good lord, as crazy as 5 and 7 can make me, they are the best ages in so many ways. This year my kids were beyond excited about Halloween- they both completely got into the spirit and were old enough not to be exhausted and miserable by the end of the night. We went to a friends house for dinner, then 6 couples with 13 kids total hit the road and did the trick or treating thing. The oldest kids were 7, the youngest was 13 months old and they all rocked it with a lot of laughs, good manners and down right giddiness over the good candy.  Scorch was Harry Potter and the Bean was the Red Power Ranger and part of me wanted to freeze them right then and there at this age so they’ll always be this happy and excited.


Scorch had his first sleepover at a friends house this past weekend. I admit, I was nervous that I was going to have to head out at 11 pm to pick him up. He was at one of my best friend’s homes with people who love him dearly and he knows well, but still, I didn’t think he’d last the night.  When I went to bed, I had both phones right by my pillow so I could grab them when the phone call inevitably came during the night.

But it never came- the sleepover was a complete success!

Such a small thing in the grand scheme of things, but a HUGE testament to how far Scorch has come. If you had told me 2 years ago when Scorch’s anxiety started that he’d spend the night somewhere other then our house or his grandparents, I would have called you crazy. We were lucky enough to get that child to sleep in his own house at that point in time- and when we did, sleep typically happened after hours of trying and usually didn’t last all night thanks to nightmares. Yet here he was, spending the night at a friends without any issues.  I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again- getting Scorch therapy was *the* best thing we’ve ever done for him and watching him live a completely normal, ordinary life as a result is a miracle.