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May 2007

Picture Perfect Thursday - Dirty Hands, Smart Mouth

I come from a long line of agricultur ists - my father was a landscaper, my grandfather and both my great-grandfathers were master gardeners to noble families in Europe - and I often tell my children that gardening is in their blood. "Ewww, get it out!" My 8-year-old son has this habit of taking things literally, lately. So, anyway, what I was trying to say is that I grew up surrounded by flower beds and falling in love with the sweet smell of wet dirt. It's intoxicating, really. A lot of people ask me why I put some much time... Read more →

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Why I'll never forget to be very good at acting my age.

Last week, I wasn't feeling very well and asked my oldest daughter (she's 13) to stay home and sit her sisters, including Mini-me. "But, you said you'd bring her?" Whoopsie. "Um...well...you know, I'm old and guess I forgot." So, I allowed Mini-Me's little friend play with my cell phone and I spent the next 2 hours, squirming on very hard bleachers and trying to stay warm with my vanilla chai, at my 8-year-old son to his baseball practice. "I don't know what it is, really, besides the fact that I'm turning 43 and feeling, you know, very hormonal!" Okay, I'm... Read more →

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A glance into the world of higher thinking and dirty fingernails.

My 8-year-old son's 2nd grade class hosted a tea and poetry reading, Friday afternoon, that the children have been preparing for, for weeks, and were put to task with having to create their own invitations, for up to 3 people. It was very cute and I would love to be able to share it with you, only, I can't. Because, I gave it to his grandparents and forgot to take a picture of it - not to mention, show his father - but, I thought that perhaps my parents would enjoy the handwritten envelope marked "By invitation only" and "To... Read more →

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Just when I thought I had seen my fair share of maternity wear and tear...

Although, I am NOT pregnant (knocking on wood until my knuckles bleed) I expect I'm feeling a little bit of baby-envy, especially now that my bloggity-good friend, Mom-101 has given birth to a beautiful little girl (welcome aboard, Sage!) and - not to mention being surrounded by newly and happily married - I can't help but feel this terrible urge to kiss someone and signed nearly every end-of-the-year permission slip my children have brought home from school...xoxoxo! SIGH. Why, yes - I'm premenstrual, so what! - I had a very lovely weekend, all things considered, and was feeling pretty good,... Read more →

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To All The Men I've Been, Before...

We have a very busy weekend planned - of course, because it's Mother's Day - which starts early tomorrow morning, where at precisely 8:45 a.m., I will be planting flowers at one of our neighborhood playgrounds with Mini-Me's girl scout troop. Why? Well, because my little Daisy is earning a badge, or something, I think, or maybe not...all I know is that the notice specifically stated - PARENTS HELP! Guess which one? So, I'll just pretend it's just another school day - ignore the fact that it is really a Saturday, with no baseball, soccer, volleyball, or anything - and,... Read more →

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Me, my self-propelled rotary mower and some serious lawn-care eye candy!

I have already confessed my obsession with cutting the grass and having been dubbed the resident Lawn Mower Mom, but never, in my wildest dreams, did I ever imagine a more perfect day, than the last two days, spent outdoors in the glorious sunshine and warm weather that has long eluded us, until now. So, I finished up early and ventured out to the backyard with Doofus Dog and made sure he had a nice, shady place to sit under his favorite tree. What a sorry sight it was, indeed - typically, I would have had this cleaned up and... Read more →

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Our big, fat wedding weekend away with snakes in the water and sand under my feet cold enough to make me shiver.

Growing up on the Jersey shore, there's nothing better than taking a leisurely stroll on a nice, quiet beach, somewhere far away from the increasing sprawl and turmoil of living a suburban life - especially, now that I have done my part in adding to the population growth - unless, I'm with my husband and we decided to getaway and, you know, leave all of our children at home. "Who's got the kids?" I tried not to look guilty. "Well, you know, it wasn't an easy decision." Especially, since nearly everyone on our short list of babysitters was also away... Read more →

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