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#FEBphotoaday  Feb 2: Words

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#FEBphotoaday  Feb 1: Your View I had a business lunch this afternoon to talk with a friend/client about some work she'd like for me to do, and on the way out of the restaurant I noticed these cuties by the wait-station. How cool are they? A very cute use for those wooden blocks you might pick up at a second hand shop or yard sale. Picture this - a kid's birthday party. Use a drill on some

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So this past weekend was the surprise shower for my friend Beth and I think it's safe to say she liked the quilt I made. Yay! I did not get a great picture of her with it, I was seated near her so I could watch her open her stuff and was trying to keep an eye on my daughter who was distracting the grandma who threw the shower. But that's okay! I hope to see a picture of baby Gage on it one day,

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Lately it seems as though I am constantly being surprised by how different Everett and Delilah are. I mean, yes, obviously, they are two different children and not clones or robots with the same programs. But the differences keep catching me off guard in both a happy and sad way. The obvious straight-out-of-the-gate differences are the ones people tend to focus on most in the first year - sleep

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I got this book from my mother, who had gone on and on about it to me during the summer and again at Christmas and finally mailed her copy to  me earlier this month. She thought I would like it because the main character is an anthropologist, a primatologist to be exact, and it is about evolution and hybrid species and things of that nature. She was spot on. One of my favorite canceled shows was

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Last night was the first time I celebrated my birthday in an adult way. Head out of the gutters, people, what I'm saying is usually I do something goofy on my birthday - head out to the zoo, say. Or don't do anything at all. The total bummer of a birthday celebration is no celebration at all. But via an unfortunate event and a change of plans from last week, my friends and I happened to move

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Today is my birthday and to celebrate, yesterday I forced my family (ie my reluctant husband) to go to the brand spankin' new Greater Cleveland Aquarium which opened on Saturday. Despite the long wait to even BUY tickets (1 hour if you were purchasing on site instead of having purchased ahead online) we had a pretty good time. The National Aquarium this place is not. Much smaller, the

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Check out what Christa of I Know How Is Babby Formed made Rachael for the Holiday Handmade Sekret Exchange over on Imagine Gnats! It's pretty awesome. I got something exciting in the mail yesterday, if you hop over to Lightbox, my photography blog, you'll find out what it was! A friend of mine, and a client as well, listed me as a Top 3 For-Profit for 2011!! That was pretty flattering and

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So after several days of trying to get to it when the children weren't crawling all over me and then fighting the material (faux fur is a real mess to work with) I have decided to back burner my Flat Cat. I think faux fur was a mistake, I should have just used some minky. I will try to get to it later, but now I need to start my other friend's baby quilt because, holy cow, her shower is like a

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A few weeks ago I entered a Twitter giveaway held by Random House and won an advance review copy of Daughter of the Centaurs by Kate Klimo (Ross). The pictured book is the one I got, but the cover has since been updated and the author has dropped Ross from her author identity. It took me three attempts to actually get into the book. I had a mild problem connecting the story to the cover from the

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So it's official. Yesterday I finished the quilt for my friend Beth's soon-to-be-born son, Gage. My first completed sewing project, or any project really!, in the new year. As promised, here are the pictures! I tried something new since bindings give me such fits and made the edging on the front a little wider so I could double fold it over onto the back. That way I knew the front would

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Whelp, folks, here it is! In the Holiday Handmade Sekret Exchange I was lucky enough to have bee drawn for Tori from Nerdmama, who not only lives in Ohio but actually knows two of my friends! How coincidental is that?! When the box came with my swap gift inside I was kind of excited to see all of the chocolate it contained. Delicious chocolate cookies, peppermint bark, spoons and cocoa. The

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Were you perhaps wondering what I was up to today? No? Well I'm going to tell you anyway because today was a great day. 1. I've been working on setting up a website for one of my projects this year. A web comic. I don't know how funny I am or how well my drawing style will be received, but it's something I've wanted to do for years so I'm going to just do it and get it out of my system. It will

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Today I did something I haven't done for some time, maybe not since I was pregnant with Ev. I had an emotional outburst that led to me crying then my friend crying. I think we left it feeling better but I still feel like a complete tool. Mostly I just feel exhausted. The outburst occurred because I tend to not speak up when I perhaps should and so this thing was inside me getting grouchier and

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My family dinner was a success. Chris cleaned the house while I cooked the food and ran to the store for emergency celery (for real). Remember how I was all "my house is a damned mess!"? Well it is now clean as a whistle. Nothing motives one to clean like making plans two days in advance.  I made a pretty delicious turkey that was well cooked despite the meat thermometer telling me the breast

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I have been thinking about what it means to be labelled or label yourself as a foodie lately. Often I see people say they are a foodie but they mostly eat fast food or frozen pizzas followed by Hamburger Helper. To me that doesn't really seem very foodie. Neither does making everything from scratch, necessarily. For me it's not so much whether you make the things or not, as if you explore the

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Ev:  You're squeezing your boob, it getting broken! Me: ... I'm not squeez- I'm feeding your sister. It's okay. Ev:  Oh no! You stop it now. Me: Your sister is eating, when she's done I'll stop. Ev: You take it out now, please? Me: *sigh*

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I have not gotten myself together yet post holidays. Heck, my house is a damn mess, y'all. My kids are still coming down from their EVERY DAY IS CHRISTMAS highs. I mean, every day was Christmas for a while and then the traveling and missed naps (the girl went 13.5 hours sans nap one day..man that was fun). The boy child is finally back in preschool so his normalcy is returning. Behavior has been

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I'm not going to make any promises regarding this new year. At least not anything like "lose weight", "stop smoking", or "get published". Mostly because I have learned from nearly two decades of trying that my weight is not something I have complete control over (hello stress!), I can't really make anyone publish my projects if they don't like them and, well, I don't smoke. Instead I'm going to

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Did you miss me while I was out of town? I missed you guys. I had lavish fantasies of being able to spend my evenings online while the kids slept. Only Ev stayed up late most nights and Delilah wouldn't be more than 2 inches from my body the entire trip. Oi. And to top it off my mother got a laptop for Christmas and they spent the whole week futsing with the router trying to get the wireless up

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As part of the BlogHer Book Club I have participated in a paid review of Jeffrey Zaslow's new book, The Magic Room. Although I was paid to read and review the book, all opinions and commentary are my own. The Magic Room is the exploration of daughters and their relationships using Becker's Bridal, a popular wedding dress shop in Michigan, as the focusing lens. I'll be honest, when I started

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So far we have had three family Christmas events, and it is not finished yet. Christmas Eve with one set of inlaws and extended family members. Christmas morning at our home with special guests, the cousins from NC. Christmas afternoon with Great Grandma P (100 years old and counting!). Christmas evening with the other set of inlaws and the Chicago aunt and uncle. I still have one tonight (first

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Happy Holidaysfrom my family to yours!

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When I was a kid growing up in North Carolina my mom would occasionally make Potato Candy. It was the food of the gods as far as I was concerned. Verboten to over-indulge in, one piece a day was our allotment. When we moved to Maryland to live closer to our grandparents and other relatives (my father retired from the military) I was surprised to see Potato Candy in the grocery store made by the

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Can't talk. Wrapping presents. It's my sick day, you see. I am sick. *cough cough* *achew!* I slept in thanks to Nyquil. The man child took the kids out. The phone rang a few times with no msg on the machine. I panicked. Ate some fudge. Tried to call him on the cell. No dice. More fudge. *Panic panic* Tried to call him 3 more times. Told myself to just wrap presents, there was nothing I could do.

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We finally got some snow here on Saturday? It's all but gone today, but it was like this for a couple days. Ev was in snow heaven. I was trying to survive our drive to our final CSA pickup of the year. I was also in a bit of a panic. We have a rather hilly driveway that makes it quite difficult to get into with a few inches of snow on it. Especially once the snow starts getting packed down.

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Yeah. I'm the kind of person that draws this up on a whim on Sunday afternoon because we're out of Christmas cards. It's supposed to be Everett scaring a monster on the monster's Christmas day. He even posed for it, which he loved. It might look a little more like a zombie attack, though. Whatever. I like it. Maybe next year I'll hand draw cards to people as well as making gifts.

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I'm not sure what it is, perhaps the process of coming up with a pattern and deciding what colors and prints will go best together, but something about sewing quilts makes me feel inspired. Every time I start working on a quilt I think about doing various other things. Occasionally I even get to them. Most often I think about making interesting panels of sewn quilt cottons and then hanging them

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I thought I'd share a picture of what our living room looks like at night. To the left you see the doorway to our library, where the Christmas tree is located. To the right you have our bay windows with lights inside. Don't be fooled by the hanging giant red Christmas ball and silver stars...we keep those up all year long. Barely noticeable are the stockings hanging over the fireplace and the

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The other day I took a page from Rachael over at imagine gnats and decided to make some felt ornaments for the lower portion of our Christmas tree. We have some felt ornaments already, but it was looking kind of sparse and I wanted to put something on there the kids could poke at without getting into too much trouble. So I sat down with some spare Christmas felt from last year's decorating

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It needs to snow here. The sky is grey today, instead of the clear blue it's been most of the time, so it's possible it is coming. We should be hip deep in snow, huddling together for warmth around the fireplace, drinking cocoa like it's water, debating whether to take Ev sledding this year and making snowcream with the boy child. Instead you can practically go out without a coat on most days.

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You might remember that last year I made a delicate star out of alpaca yarn and pipe cleaners for our tree topper. It was really lovely, I thought. So too, unfortunately, did the fuzzy cat - who in my time of anger is known by her full name, Mewok. She was caught playing with it after it had been left sitting on a bookshelf post holiday season. How she got it down I don't know, but it was in

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Well no, not officially or anything, but we have slowly started decorating. You'd think I'd have the house in full red and green by now, but no. I'm being distracted by sewing projects so it's creeping out little by little. First I made the man child climb the 30' ladder to put up a string of lights. It's kind of a sad sight, really. One string of lights. The rest have not been put up yet. By the

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I did manage to get this much of the quilt whipped out by Tuesday night, by the way. The only thing I've left to do to complete the facing is to cut and attach some wide bands all the way around so that my quilt is as big as I want. I have to get more fabric for that and I'm not quite sure what color the band should be at present. Definitely not the brown that makes up the center squares and

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I've had a hankerin' for Oatmeal Cookies for about a week now. Yesterday I decided it was time to finally make them. So I started getting the ingredients out of my lazy susan cabinet and realized that, oops, we didn't have any brown sugar left. We'd used it all in oatmeal breakfasts over the past few weeks. I knew that I could use a white sugar/molasses combo to substitute it, but I didn't have

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Don't judge my messy house. Just adore my wee musician.

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Remember last week when I made the Greek yogurt? Well the next day I experimented in making ricotta cheese. Ricotta is a soft cheese, probably the easiest cheese to make at home. I'd only ever used ricotta in pastas before but I'd seen some recipes on Pinterest for cookies and crepes and thought..mmm that looks good, which spurred me forward in my kitchen experiment. First let me tell you I had

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Sign-up is now closed for the Handmade Exchange, thank you to everyone participating! Later tonight you will receive an email with the name, url and address of your giftee. In the spirit of keeping secrets secret I'm going to make a form email and have my husband plug in the who's once they've been drawn from the potato head by my son. That way I won't know who has me either. Holiday Handmade

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Upon coming home from work, the husband pulled this out from behind his back. "I wanted to get you flowers..." he said. But we're on a spending freeze so, of course he couldn't buy me something we don't need. Instead he saw these crafty books at the library and put a ribbon on them. And that's plenty sweet for me. The party last night was pretty awesome. If you follow me on Twitter you know we

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Just so you know, I am going to a cookie party tonight which might make me gain 50lbs. There were probably a thousand cookies at this thing last year. That might be an exaggeration. OR NOT. We are taking our kids and there probably won't be any other kids there. Other than the tall kind. It's going to be awesome. Planning to try the Paper Mama's Vintage Pinned again. Wish me luck! I made those

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It is December! And Friday! Which means there are only TWO MORE DAYS to sign up for the Holiday Handmade Sekret Exchange, y'all! What are you waiting for?! I have been scouring the recesses of my brain, and the internet, for inspiration and have a plethora of ideas for both whomever I may get and various people in my family. Heck, I have already come up with what I'm going to make all the

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I'm pretty sure I've established a sense of how lazy I am around these parts, right? Right? If not I will surely solidify it right now. I've been making my own yogurt for a year or so now. In all that time I've been interested in going the step further from simply heating milk to 180º, adding a spoon of yogurt and allowing it to sit for the next 10-12 hours. You know, to actually go so far as to

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I have been using Photoshop for about 15 years now. I was trained in it in the course of getting my first undergraduate degree, the one in graphic design. At the time my professor mostly taught us how to do collages and wacky effects for things like CDs or how to make a clipping path and a tiff for importing into Quark so your images would drop the background in print applications without having

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Ladybug inspired fabrics - there's a pale blue in those plant prints on the right, btw. Tomorrow I plan to sit down and cut the fabric, and probably begin sewing the facing, for the baby quilt for my friend Beth. I should probably start with Christa's since her baby is due a few weeks earlier than Beth's, but I'm having trouble deciding what fabrics to match with my already chosen novelty

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I have long hair. Like, really long hair. Put it in a pony tail and it still reaches mid-back long. But I don't do a whole lot with it. I mean, I put it in a pony tail, I twist it into a bun, I twist it into two buns, I braid or french braid it...that's pretty much it. The reason for this has to do with my long history of hating my hair and not being able to do anything with it. When I was a kid

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For the past few weeks I've been going out of my mind about the state of our vegetable gardens, of which there are 5 in the back yard. We should have dealt with them back in September when the growing season came to an end, but we didn't. Call it business with the birthdays. Call it being distracted by the looming deadline for Christopher's book. In all honesty, though, it was just laziness. We

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Instead of thinking about the shopping and the long lines and the never ending consumerism of the holiday season... you could be thinking about something awesomely handmade coming your way. I'm just saying.

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We had the best Thanksgiving pretty much ever. We started the day with a slight sleep in (anything after 8am is a joy), followed by eggy breakfast and making the oyster dressing. Then we went to the zoo!! Cell phone for the win! Followed by a fabulous time at my MIL's house. Like, so relaxed we were lounging all over the place kind of fabulous. There was food, obviously. Some of

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I'm a fool for polenta. It's true. I'm not sure how Chris feels about it but he always puts up with me making it and says he likes it. But I love it. It's simple to make and is really tasty. Plus I adore mushrooms so, you know, win-win. Ingredients: 1 cup cornmeal 3 cups chicken/veggie stock 1 small onion, chopped 2 cloves of garlic, chopped 8oz sliced mushrooms 3 tbsp butter salt & pepper

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Something that will come as no surprise to anyone, my family's traditions are deeply rooted in food. On my father's side the family recipes are coveted by every generation and any attempts to substitute ingredients will be viewed with disapproval. Now that I live in Ohio and am so far from my family I am becoming more aware of their importance in my own life. The process of making the recipes

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I always thought I was more crafty in the winter because it's cold and there's less to do outdoors. I tend to put away my camera and get out my knitting needles or fabric scissors in the winter. But maybe it's not the cold, maybe it's the holidays that bring out my crafty spirit. And yeah, this is where I plug the Handmade Exchange. SIGN UP!! I need to get to work on a lot of creative projects

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Tonight is our third annual Thanksgiving Potlatch - our alterna-holiday with friends where they can test out recipes or just relax and have fun before the big day. And this year things are a little different. This year I waited until TODAY to clean my house instead of obsessing and anxing over it all week. And then my husband did most of it which was spectacularly awesome. This year I am making

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When Everett asks to paint it is a serious business - he wants his paint and he wants his BIG brush. It's fun to watch him because he's very purposeful about his painting. I mean, do you see this face? That's concentration. And when he figures out a new technique he runs with it until the paper becomes a giant puddle of color. Somewhere in there is a house he asked me to

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Because I know you guys give a crap what I ate for dinner last night, and because I'm starting to feel like the Frozen Vegetable Bag Lady, I thought I'd share what I threw together. So it started with the tortilla. Making flour tortilla's is super simple. There are three ingredients, you mix them and you let the dough sit for an hour. LET IT SIT FOR AN HOUR. Failing to do so makes your

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Ev and I have been exploring identity in conversations recently. Which is to say, he's very firmly in belief that he is Everett at all times no matter what. Period. Me: Hey, buddy, can you come over here? Him: I not Buddy, I Everett. Him: RAWR! Me: Aaah, a monster is getting me! Him: Not a monster, I Everett. (playing with hand puppets) His: I eat you, chomp chomp! Mine: Aaaah! Don't

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The other night I made Slippery Pot Pie for dinner. Coincidentally my best friend, over 300 miles away, made it as well. She says that people always give her a frightened look when she mentions it, perhaps indicating it's a regional cuisine. I thought..yeah..she's right. Christopher was appalled the first time I made it. He didn't want to eat it. It looks kind of monochromatic, and thus blah,

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I came up with a new project. Because I can't help myself, it's what I do.  But it's an awesome one!! Click here to learn more!

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Today was our first parent teacher conference - also known as our first IEP Progress Report. It went well. I sent Chris off to Del's dr. appt with Ev in tow since he didn't have school and I sat down with Mrs. K, the OT and the ST to see how things were going. All in all he seems to be doing well. I learned that the smiley faces I see on the daily progress reports are slightly misleading.

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You may have noticed the new sidebar over on the left here. And you may have noticed it says "sponsorship swap" on it. This, my friends is an idea I read about over on BabyBabyLemon who read about it from another blogger. The idea is that you bring a little attention to other bloggers by promoting them as you would sponsored ads. And vice versa. It can be a short term or long term thing. I plan

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He's on the left hidden by people waiting in line for him to sign their copy of his book. Which sold out!

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So tonight we are having Christopher's release party for his entry into the world of publishing. It's kind of rad. I've been working as his marketing department, making sure he remembers to send things to various places, telling him to contact certain people about things (like the release party), getting a tote printed up with his logo on it to fill with his book and others on topic for a door

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When I was in high school I took a mandatory Life Studies course that split the Health class into semesters. Half the year some classes took Health and some took Life Studies. Then they switched. It was a great class full of flour babies that turned into family court dramas* and an awesome teacher who found out I wasn't going to the Valentines dance and brought her daughter's unworn red dress to

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A week ago Ev came home from preschool with a research project to do. Homework -so cute. A research project - so surprising! In preschool terms a research project is a learn about an animal thing. He got to select an animal and, surprise surprise, he picked Turtles. Box turtles, to be more accurate. I can only imagine he was drawn to the box turtle not because he understood what was going on but

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I'm joining the spat of holiday card posts popping up and showing off our new holiday cards. See, a week or two ago I entered a contest (or two) on a blog(s) I follow to get a discount code for 25 free Shutterfly holiday cards. That sounded good to me as we only ever make 50 cards. Then I promptly forgot about the contest, as I am want to do when I enter anything online. Yesterday my friend

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Apparently 3 is really what people mean when they talk about "the terrible 2s". Honestly, Ev may have had some rough patches here and there but nothing about his twos was all that terrible. Frustrating maybe, but not memorable enough for me to describe as terrible. I'm pretty sure I will never be able to forget the behaviors happening these days, though. The latest is his attempt to lock wills

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It is absolutely insane that I can not even enjoy self-declared personal time without looking at my watch and feeling like the time is dragging on and on. I told Chris several days ago that I was taking the morning off. I was leaving the house and he was watching the kids and I would only return just before he had to run off to do his little project thing this afternoon. Then I slept in. And I

Audreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11932948160120089696noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429246551534118060.post-16954051700502336112011-11-03T17:34:00.001-04:002011-11-05T14:17:30.354-04:00

Today's been a surprisingly weird day for me. But I didn't want to talk about anything weird or depressing here, so instead I bring you something else. I was looking through the holiday pictures I took of the kids a week ago and one is so cute I had to show it to you RIGHT NOW.  Selected for the PaperMama Photo Challenge. See. Total cuteness. Who knows, maybe I'll pick this one for Christmas

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It is November and as such there are thousands of people out there writing their little hearts out. They should have around 2600 words done if they are on track by the end of today in their time zone. The point of NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) isn't to have a perfectly refined novel to present to an agent or publisher by the end of the month. It is to get words on paper. To get over

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Since it is the first day of November I was thinking about writing about NaNoWriMo and my own personal concoction of it. Or possibly give you the low down on how jacked up on sugar the boy was last night despite the fact that we don't go trick-or-treating yet. I might even have disclosed the naughtiness I discovered happening upstairs that had me sending the boy to his bed for the first time ever

Audreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11932948160120089696noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429246551534118060.post-48884854292921535092011-10-31T16:29:00.001-04:002011-10-31T16:29:16.677-04:00

There once was a terrible dragon that ruled the land. She flew this way and that, stirring up trouble and also leaves. Mostly leaves, in fact. The locals called in a hero to purge the land of this leaf stirrer. There was a mighty battle. She made fun of his socks. But the hero won, poking the dragon until she promised to never stir leaves again. Or at least, not until it stops raining.

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Saturday evening while we were at our friend's house, Christopher turned to me and told me he needed a Halloween costume for work because he'd told a kid he'd dress up. I gave him a blank stare. A costume in less than 48 hours? Then he started saying "don't worry, I just won't wear one" and I was all "Oh no, you promised a kid a costume you're going to have a costume!" And thus the Zombie

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So I decided to participate in the Vintage Halloween Hop today. Because it's fun. And who doesn't enjoy laughing wildly at your friends when they post the horrible horrible costumes of yesteryear? I was pretty much one of two things every year like clockwork. I was either a two holes cut out of a sheet ghost, which was awesome when I was little but got lame after a while, or an eclectic gypsy. 

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I have seen people talking about the B word on and off for the past two years I think. More so since I became more active in BlogHer (or at least reading more of it's articles instead of just being passively listed in it's directory). I largely have smiled vaguely and nodded with glazed over eyes and moved on without really considering the B word for myself. My blog is not a Brand, I said. I'm

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Yesterday I had two family photoshoots, one in the morning at the Cleveland Museum of Art garden and the other in the afternoon at Squire's Castle. I'd never been to Squire's Castle before so that was interesting. I think it would have gone better if there hadn't been a few dozen families and about 4 other photographers crawling around it at the same time. When you're operating inside a time

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Sometimes I get excited by the idea of something and become a little obsessed with it. Christopher can vouch for this, and I'd bet some people would put the birthday tutu in this category since I stayed up so late for something she wore for about 30 minutes all day. Last night I saw a tweet about a poster contest for All Hallows Read. There is no real prize aside from having the poster printed

Audreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11932948160120089696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429246551534118060.post-3824238830952448272011-10-21T10:54:00.001-04:002011-10-21T10:54:52.822-04:00

Two of my closest friends are expecting their first babies. One of them waited a long time for this to come and I'm super excited that she beat the big IF. They are both due early next year, one in March and the other in April I believe - which means I have lots to do! I have already gathered a few things here and there that I just couldn't not pick up. A really questionable mobile for one

Audreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11932948160120089696noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429246551534118060.post-56601880702385299572011-10-20T17:39:00.001-04:002011-10-20T17:39:46.691-04:00

She loved her birthday spice cake. (No shirt because she coated it in dinner) She also LOVED being sung to. Especially when her brother gave her an after-dessert encore. 

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Last night Everett painted his sister a birthday picture. Isn't that just the sweetest? Also last night, at like 10pm, I remembered I had wanted to make a tutu for Del for her birthday. A birthday tutu. I had yards and yards of tulle in different colors squirreled away in my fabric closet. I purchased it months and months ago and the clerk said I had enough for dozens of tutus. I think she

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This is pretty much what I looked like at the time of this post a year ago. Laboring unproductively as I had been for 12.5 hours by the time I'm writing this. Also about to be pressured for the third time into getting an epidural. Chris was at home sleeping. I was exhausted from no sleep and painful contractions that weren't moving the baby. So I got it. It took another 10 hours for Del to be

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She made it ALL THE WAY TO ME before she carefully sat down like she's been walking for days. I mean...I can stand her and walk away and she just stands there and looks at me like, "what?" This happened moments after I sent Christopher off with Everett to the park. *facepalm*

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One. So at the start of the week I decided I needed to revamp my professional website. And I need to edit my photos down and get new family portraits, etc. up. And here it is Friday and I have a portrait session with a friend set up at the library downtown, in the special collections department which should be interesting. Photographing in the stacks...I hope I get interesting stuff! I also have

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We visited the new Elephant Crossing exhibit. We got to see them cross. He rode his first pachyderm.  We, of course, went to the Contact Zone. Where he got to touch sheep. And also a miniature horse. But really, the sheep were the main attraction. I was hoping for goat action. It was not to be. Of course we spied on the meerkats. Which would have been more interesting if there were more

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A week ago we went to the zoo for a neighbor boy's 3rd birthday party. It was pretty nice, the event was in the Orchid Room, which is a special event area inside the Rain Forest. Extra great since it was raining that day. Here are the overdue pictures of that event. Touching the lion pelt and elephant tail were not what I considered the highlights. The armadillo, on the other hand, was

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I know, I know, it's been a week since I posted and you're all wondering what fresh hell I'm living in (or what self-induced sad puppy land I'm wallowing in). The truth is I've just been focusing on other stuff and haven't felt the need to post every day like I usually do. This could have something to do with a game I've gotten addicted to, but more likely it has something to do with a bunch of

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Monday was Everett's 3 yr well check appointment. I've kind of been stewing since the appointment, having had a discussion that I found disturbing but not being sure if it is simply disturbing because of my own baggage or because it really seems kind of soon and out-of-place to have had the discussion at all. First, let me tell you that the boy child measures in at 40 and 1/8" tall  and 39.4 lbs

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Yeah. For reals. I think some Chicagoans (is that a word?) just won the "Bestest Aunt and Uncle EVAH" award. Think Bailey would be up for being painted green?* *Hat tip if you get the reference.

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Where do I start? I just don't know. It went so fast..it was all "Hey Chris, can you believe I'm just sitting here watching Ponyo with Ev and not freaking out and it's one hour until the party?" Followed by, Why do I feel like I should be freaking out..I should be doing something..omg lemonade - squeeeze lemons! - eh, I'll wait on the whipped cream - um...something needs straightened I can feel

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My son came into the world butt first and screaming.  And promptly peed on the nurses. Now he does things head first, still screaming. We're still working on putting the pee in the appropriate place. Happy Birthday, Sweetpea!

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I just spent the past four or five hours cleaning my house. And I'm not done yet. It looks good though, I have to admit. I got rid of some toys that were broken or just needed gotten rid of; vacuumed the heck out of my house because even though I love my fuzzballs I am actually allergic to cats so if I don't keep the hair down I am miserable (plus I try to be kind to my guests who might have

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Today is the day Everett is immortalized in a school photograph for the very first time. As a person who not only worked on the yearbook staff (largely as an editor of one flavor or another) of her high school and college yearbooks..but who actually owns every yearbook from elementary school through undergraduate school*...I kind of get into these things. I suspect that the photographs will be

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Nice mugshot, eh? One of the things they asked me in one of the numerous questionnaires I filled out for this program was "if you asked Ev who his friend is what would he say?" And the answer is...nothing. I'm not sure he has a grasp on the concept of friendship, to be honest. I mean, he used to get all excited about seeing our friends' kids when we got together more frequently, but it's been a

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Today Delilah turns 11 months old. And she wants to share some bits of her life with you. 11 months is hard, y'all.  Really hard. She prays one day it all gets better. And that mommy stops putting this hat on her head. Who knows. It might happen.

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Ev: I have a penis. Me: Huh? Oh. Yes. Yes you do. Ev: Grandma have a penis? Me. Um, no. Grandma does not have a penis. Ev: You have a penis, mama? Me: No, I don't have a penis either. Ev: Barbara have a penis? Me: No, Barbara doesn't have a penis either.          Grandpa has a penis and daddy has a penis, though. Ev: Grandma– Me: No, Grandma doesn't have a penis, remember? Ev: You have

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• made homemade tomato soup • made homemade butternut squash soup • made a really delicious cheddar basil quiche • roasted a duck for a picnic social at the school • scrubbed the finger smudges off my kitchen cabinets, the refrigerator and the dish washer • worked on weeding the garden/turtle patch • finally used my Groupon to get a 16x20 BW photo canvas of a train yard for Ev's room •

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Since our vacation I have become addicted to sparkling water. SMIL's sister was drinking it and I was loath to buy soda to keep in the refrigerator (JUDGEMENT) so I tried it one evening. It tasted pretty awful at first. But after a few sips I started to adjust to the non-syrup laced flavor. Since then I've become completely addicted to it. If you like Sprite you'd like lime flavored sparkling

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I'm not really feeling my usual self lately. I think that part of this is a depressing realization that my parents and I have somehow lost our connection to one another. Which is a convoluted way of saying that not only did my parents forget we were coming to visit them in July - making our arrival at their house a complete shocker for them - but they didn't remember we were at the beach when

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I am nearly done with the party invitations for Everett's 3rd birthday. WAAAAAY behind this year. (That seems to be my theme this month..being behind.) I only need to make two more so hopefully I can get that done tonight and put them all in the mail tomorrow. The theme of Everett's party is "paint" - so I've obtained some paint brushes for the kids to use and some canvases and some washable

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I took this picture quickly as we were climbing into the van to leave for vacation. I was afraid when we got home they would all be gone, birds had already started making an appearance near the vines. When we got home, some of the grapes were gone. Some were laying on the driveway and being squashed under our feet as we unloaded the van. But many were still on the vine. We picked them off in

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I debated posting this at all, because it's one of those subjects that you just don't know how it's going to be received...but it's been on my mind for a few days and this morning just made it moreso. So I'm going to post it and exercise my thoughts otherwise it will start to invade my dreams and I'm not prepared for what my subconscious could do with such themes. So here it goes... I was

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