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February 2006

Because I lie like a rug…my name should be Matt!

Welcome to Tuesday -- it's the new Monday here at my house! Especially since -- rather than fixing and polishing a house full of creaks and peeling paint -- we spent the entire four-day-weekend visiting with family and friends living many, many miles away. It's like needing a vacation...from your vacation -- the kids and I thought today felt...just like a frickin' Monday! But, it was all good -- my MIL is home from the hospital...got to visit my brother's new house...saw Mini-Me's Godparents and met their new grandchild...tasted some awfully good (grin) red wine -- and I was feeling no pain. Until. "Do you want to hold the baby?" Now, typically, I would jump at the chance. But, it's been...um...how old is Mini-me?...oh, yeah...four years...and even though I've done it many, many, many...um...how many kids do I have?...oh yeah, many times, before...I wondered if I'd even remember how...or want... Read more →

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It’ll take a miracle…or at least a daddy blogger with a post titled after a Rambo movie…go figure!

I was doing some research on the conflicts of raising daughters and sons (yes, Virginia, there is a difference!) and a search page happened to lead me to a blogger I've just recently heard of (thanks, BoB) but who I can certainly relate to. Because, like me, DadCentric is only beginning to realize that...holy crap!...my daughter(s) growing up...and I am SO NOT READY!!! Although he does have another four years, yet -- and he is absolutely right in thinking it will come sooner than he thinks -- his post made me think that perhaps Thing Two's godfather was right: "At least my four are all boys -- with three of yours, girls -- you're pretty much, screwed!" At first, I thought he was exaggerating because...well...I couldn't imagine raising four boys. Afterall, weren't boys more...you know... destructive than girls? [ducks to avoid flying things] Raising a boy (as well as the... Read more →

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Love is in the air…

Since December 12th -- the day after our first snow -- my kids have been sleeping with their pajamas inside out and on backwards (have you heard of that one?) but, it hadn't worked very well. Until today. Yesterday, we experienced our first winter storm of the season... got two feet of the stuff... which made for a beautifully lazy Sunday afternoon... and a snow day today, to boot! So, I grabbed my camera, plugged in some John Paul Young, and decided share some of the brighter sides of winter...and let the pictures do the talking, for once.  Love is in the air Everywhere I look around  . Love is in the air Every sight and every sound  And I don't know if I'm being foolish Don't know if I'm being wise  But it's something that I must believe in And it's there when I look... Read more →

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Them clothes got laundry numbers on them; you remember your number and always wear the ones that has your number; anybody forgets his or her number spends a night in the box, with your Mother!

Seriously, it's come down to this -- the house is sick with hampers and laundry baskets filled with clothes -- and a nasty case of stomach flu literally knocked me on my ass Thursday night, and I didn't get up until...um...what day is it? Friday's a blur -- my kids said I snored alot -- and my husband managed to keep the house...um...well, it's still standing and all four kids made it to school and back -- good job, hon! Then all hell broke loose. [phone rings] "Oh, hi Mama...um...no...Daddy's not home...he's at work...huh?...um...no...Mommy isn't feeling good, yet...what?...uh...she's laying on the couch and looking kinda, yellow." [click] I believe it took my parents 25 minutes to complete the 45 minute drive and the next thing I knew, I was propped up with pillows, tucked into extra blankets and sipping a deliciously hot cup of tea infused with hawthorne and lime... Read more →

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