Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Hobbit sends Grandma Trena!

 

 

 

 


The Hobi Hobbit pulled a fast one and emailed a second message Sunday evening.(read below)
We were totally shocked to see Grandma Trena standing at the door! She said a "magic car" drove her from Utah too! She had instructions in a letter to pack for 3 days.
She was just as excited to see us. She thought we were still in Connecticut!

You have another visitor coming your way.

This one I’m sending to you to stay.

Go take a bath and get some good rest

For tomorrow I will reveal the very BEST!

It’s Aunt Jessica’s Birthday and I do like her too

So take her and your visitor along with you.

Remember I hear it when you fight

Be kind to each other and stay in bed at night!

Tomorrow I’ll send you magic you’ll always remember

a camera you’ll need- be sure to tell Ember.
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Hobi Hobbit sends family!

 

Sunday morning we awoke to instructions to be at a certain location for Brunch.
When we arrived we ran into the CHRISTIANSENS from Utah!

How does the Hobi Hobbit do it?

We enjoyed spending the day with them.

They were in San Diego attending a Teachers Convention.

Grandma Kathy said she received a note from a Hobbit to go there for lunch too.
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Wipe Out!

 

We visited the Beach after meeting family for lunch. We didn't "prepare" for the beach.
Jennica and Jarom ran right out to greet it. Before I could even warn her, Jennica went under!
It was scary at first but very funny after.
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See Jen get wet

 
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Easter

 
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Easter Bunny

 

I am finding Jace is the perfect age for all the festiivities. He is interested in it all. Jarom and Jennica enjoy the atmosphere but are ready to move on more quickly.
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Saturday, April 4, 2009

Meltdown



It is obvious we are NOT in Connecticut anymore!

We’ve enjoyed the warmth of California. Yesterday we did our best considering the three hour time difference and serious lack of sleep. (Meltdown #1)

We went to an IMAX movie theatre and watched Monsters vs. Aliens with 3D glasses. Wow! That was carzy. I loved the effects but didn’t enjoy the movie.

We ended the day with Pete cooking fantastic Ribs! Yum!

This morning we woke up with more from the Hobi Hobbit.
He left the kids Easter baskets with tickets to an Easter Egg Hunt this afternoon, and some fun little Easter eggs of our own to hide.

It’s SUN, SUN, SUN today. It’s reaching 78 degrees. (Meltdown #2)

I can’t wait to dethaw in the sun. I’ve been looking forward to this all winter.

Pictures from yesterday:


Jennica and Auntie Jess.
Jen LOVES her! These two are more alike than Jen and I are. I think Jen really belongs to her.


Sam, Jess, Jen


Jennica




Uncle Pete and Jarom


Hobi Family- sleep deprived and FULL!

Friday, April 3, 2009

Surprise vacation Destination



The Hobi Hobbit is so kind to us!

Yesterday we picked the kids up from school and drove in anticipation to the airport.

That Hobi Hobbit really knows how to plan.

He allowed enough time for us to get through traffic, park the car, forget a phone, return to the car, get through security, and onto the plane, with no time to spare.

Our typical Airport experience involves breaking traffic laws, running, running, cutting in line, and begging the Check-in worker to push us through, and entering the airplane with all eyeballs annoyingly watching and audible moans from passengers when three small kids plop down in the general vicinity.

Our tickets revealed our destination was Long Beach California!!

It was a LONG flight but the kids were troopers. We had no idea what we were going to do once we landed. It was 1 am at home and we were ready for some sleep!

On the runway we all looked at each other and and basically said: “Now what?”

As we were leaving the airplane a Stewardess handed Jarom a yellow envelope addressed to the “Hobi Kids.”

He was so excited! It was another note from the Hobi Hobbit!

It read something along the lines of rent a “Magical” car. It must be a “Magical” car to get us to our final destination.

Sam took Jarom and Jen in search of a “Magical” car while I gathered our luggage.

They found the perfect car. It talked to us and told us right where to go! The kids were beside themselves trying to figure out where we were going.

The clue also told us balloons would be at our destination. We drove for about 45min into a town called San Clemente.

The balloons were spotted in a sleeping neighborhood, and another note retrieved. It directed us to a house with instructions to knock three times and we would be greeted with love.

Jarom and Jace were more than eager to run to the door. Jennica on the other hand reacted differently.
“Oh no!” She said. “I’m not going in there! What if it’s a scary Hobi Hobbit?“

We didn’t know who, or what would be waiting for us. By now it was 4:00am our time (and the kids were still in good spirits!!)

The anticipation was so exciting. We stood on the wet, front porch jumping, squirming, and giggling as we knocked three times.

We heard the door unlock and ever so slowly we were reunited to.....

AUNTIE JESS and UNCLE PETE in their new home!!!

The kids were pleasantly surprised. How did the Hobi Hobbit get them involved?
(Auntie Jess said she received a note from the Hobi Hobbit telling her she was getting visitors that would knock three times.)


The Magic never stops! (apparently doesn’t sleep either)


Note: All the Hobi Hobbit notes are detailed poems-I’m not posting them now. I’ll add them later.

Thursday, April 2, 2009

Surprise Vacation!

 
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We woke up this morning to a wonderful SURPRISE!!!

The Hobi Hobbit left his little tracks all over our walls and a party scene!

We found a letter telling us to pack our bags because we had a plane to catch today.

We were told to pack our summer clothes and swimming suits- so we know we are going somewhere warmer than here!

Jace thinks we're going camping, Jennica hopes it's Utah (I hear they still have snow, so I hope not), and Jarom isn't sure.
I say Hawaii!!! (fingers crossed)

The Hobi Hobbit also left a bag full of "Airplane presents" for the "pleasant" traveler!

So, we're off to the Airport this afternoon to find out where we are going. I guess we'll get more clues on the way.

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Magic Water



Jarom is sick today. He has a head ache and ear infection.

I want you all to know what I DIDN’T give him.

Amoxicillin

or

anhydrous citric acid, carboxymethylcellouse, sodium, flavors, glycerin, purified water, saccharin sodium, sodium benzoate, sodium citrate, sorbitol solution.
(AKA: Benadryl)

I didn’t give him Motrin.

I didn’t give him Aspirin.

Why? Because I don’t know what all that stuff is made of.

Thanks to my Visiting Teacher, I have cured 3 ear infections withOUT a single dr. visit!!

And all in one day.

Thanks to Colloidal Silver, my pediatrician days are over!!
I am tired of getting a priscription for EVERYTING!

I'm all for learning about primitive medicine.

We call it “Magic Water.”

It looks like water, tastes like water, smells like water!!!

It is WATER and SILVER. (My kind of ingredients)

Just 3 drops in an ear and Whalla! CURE!!!

We drink it for sore throats, and dab it on cuts.

I KNOW what it’s made of and I know it works.

I’m on a mission to healthy living. That means I eat things in their natural color and I can pronounce/buy all the ingredients for it. (For example: Tomato sauce, cheese, flour, yeast, egg, sugar, water= PIZZA)

What isle can I find carboxymethylcellouse sodium??

And Why should my kids be taking anything that reads ACID???

Jarom needs to get well. Tomorrow he is in for a “Magical Surprise”......

A strange wind in coming in from the West............

Tuesday, March 31, 2009

It finally arrived!


The beginnings of my sweet smelling lilac tree!


Today Spring showed up! It was welcomed with gratitude, that’s for sure!
For the first time in MONTHS I felt great!

Warm weather and sunshine really go a long way with me.

I think it’s safe to officially declare my hibernation days are over.

I’ve already packed up the coats, sweaters, boots and pants, (that still don’t fit).

Good Riddance!!

I HAD to celebrate with you know what.....PIZZA!
We had a pizza picnic, played soccer,freeze tag, golf, and rode bikes.

Ahhhh.....my life has returned! I love Spring.

Saturday, March 28, 2009

A Night full of Music



Last night Sam treated me to a night to remember.
I put on my diamonds and high heels and we drove to the City.

Who knew that the boy next door would take me so many places in life?

As we drove into Manhattan, I realized how lucky we are to have NYC at our finger tips.
Sam has taken me away from my small town life and is showing me the World.

My heart was full as I sat next to him an enjoyed the NYC Philharmonic Symphony. I loved every moment of it!
After the concert we dined at a French Restaurant, Jean-Georges. It was a perfect!

It's moments like these that make living on the East Coast worth it.

Thursday, March 19, 2009

Day 1: The FRUITS

I’ve decided to break up with the Pizza guy! He is no longer welcome in our neighborhood! (Yes, we are the only ones that have pizza delivered in our neighborhood! This could be because the Pizza Restaurant is practically across the street. Further proof of how pathetic we are. )

My body is so messed up right now. My appetites are out of control. I crave sweets, I am tried all day and don’t
eat great meals.

Since my pants don’t fit me, and I will be on a beach soon, (too soon) I talked Sam into doing a Cleanse with me.

I call it a Fruit and Veggie diet. Sam calls it the Word of Wisdom diet.

For seven days basically ALL we will eat is fruits and vegetables. This will clear our bodies of impurities and stop the sugar cravings and then I’ll be on my way to better, healthy eating.

I like this because I’m not starving myself.

Today I can eat all day long as long as it is a fruit, except bananas. And I can eat all the veggie soup I can handle. The more you eat the better.
This is the soup. Pretty tasty.



Today is Day 1.

Exercise: Killer Butt DVD
Breakfast: 1/2 Cantaloupe
lunch: 1/2 grapefruit ( I couldn't’t down the whole thing)
         1 cup vegetable soup (tasty with seasonings)
         1 cup water
                I feel full

Snack: Handful of grapes (Not my favorite fruit)
         frozen blueberries (yum!!)

I’ve been eyeing the freshly baked bread roll Jace made at pre-school and has no desire to eat! It looks so yummy.
I went through the cupboards and tossed the chips, girl scout cookies, kettle corn popcorn, Costco sized Trail Mix and HUGE bag of M&M’s.

After school snack: I put out a plate of cut up red peppers, grapes, carrots, hummus, and kiwi. The kids ate it ALL with no complaints. If only I knew it was so easy.

4:30pm
Pre-dinner:        2 cups of vegetable soup.

I felt great this afternoon. Great energy.
I worked up an appetite reading a Junie B. Jones book to the kids and by the time I was finished I was exhausted! (I get pretty animated..)

The soup was a welcome treat.
I have to pee a lot.

8:30pm
Dinner        1/2 cantaloupe
                 1/2 kiwi
                 1 cup water
I wasn’t that hungry so I didn’t eat the soup.

I have a head ache tonight. (Is this my carb with-drawl?)
My patience is thin. Good thing the kids are already in bed.

Sam and I had to make some more vegetable soup tonight to get us through tomorrow. He ate a lot more than I did.

Tomorrow is all Vegetables! I can't wait to dig into the broccoli. (Really)

Saturday, March 14, 2009

humm....

Today I had a lot of things on my mind. Such as;

Why has this stack of bottled water been in the corner for 3 weeks?

It’s sad that I’ve mentaly accepted it as a piece of furnature.

When are we going to adopt the pizza guy into our family? He visits us frequently enough to call him family.
Why, oh Why, do I love pizza so much? I have a serious problem. I ate pizza 3 times last week!

Why did this neglected hallway suddenly become a putting range once I tried to vacuum?


How did ALL my jeans shrink!? What are the chances of every single pair of jeans NOT fitting me today?
Did someone say Pizza.......
I have gained weight and I don’t have a new baby or even pregnancy to blame it on. I even sent Sam into my closet to find something for me to wear out tonight. He too, stood dumbfounded at my misfortune. How does a considerable amount of weight suddenly sneak up on one?

  • Pizza

  • Gym membership expired.

  • Pizza

  • Pizza

  • always wearing cozy pajama pants

  • Pizza

  • Winter

  • Pizza

  • Lazy

  • Pizza


  • The good news is I bought a home workout DVD! It’s called Killer Butt! I better get to work.
    Is it Spring yet?

    Thursday, February 26, 2009

    Mommy Magic Tricks!


    Marry Poppins holds the Title of "Mommy Magic" but if your having a hard time locating one of those handbags that seem to consist of EVERYTHING perhaps you should try your hand at "Mommy Magic."
    I had a friend email me today and ask if one of my "tricks" really worked with the kids.
    She was referring to a post I wrote titled, I Quit! That post was a long time ago and I'm happy to announce my "trick" still works!
    Then I realized I have a few "Tricks" I'd like to report on.


    #1. I Quit!
    Each child still is accountable for their colored dish. .
    After my kids eat they take their dish to the sink. (Even my 3 year old clears his spot)
    I even went as far to clean out my dish cupboard and removed extra (adult size) bowls and cups. I have enough to get us through a day. If I forget to run the dishwasher I'm up a creek! I LOVE only having what I use and using what I have!
    At the end of the day I find a stash of cups (yellow, blue, and pink) lined up next to the fridge where they access water. That's where they go to get their ONE cup.

    #2 NO Visitors!
    I still haven't had a moments peace in the bathroom. Seriously! I have to laugh EVERY TIME otherwise I'd cry.
    I've noticed a few of my friends kids have this same "special" power when they are at my house. What is it??
    Do kids think we're going to climb out the window??

    #3 Not A Peep!
    This one is a KEEPER! Bedtime is WONDERFUL!!! Jarom is now keeping track of how many days straight he has stayed in bed. He is on 37 today!!! He was the one coming out several times a night to go to the bathroom!

    Jennica was HARD to get to bed. one of her many issues was "playing" with the door open. Now she still wants the door open but I tell her,
    "Open door means no Fish, you decide." ... The door stays closed. She'll test us on day 6, after her 5 day reward, and after her 10th day reward. It just takes her longer to get those rewards.
    Bedtime is seriously SMOOTH!

    #4 Pebble of Love
    I am happy to report Jarom is a different child! This has made the biggest difference in him. He makes sure to floss, mouthwash, and brush every night and morning because he'll get 6 pebbles!!
    (And I give him an extra 2 to wipe up his mess)

    He wakes up happy, hangs up his coat and backpack after school, makes his bed and cleans his room! Why? Because he likes getting pebbles!!

    I let him choose his own rewards this week. This is what he came up with:
    50 pebbles=fudgecicle
    100 pebbles=mom does chores + scoop of peanut butter
    150 pebbles= playdate
    200 pebbles= stay up 30min. past bedtime
    Last week he earned 210 pebbles. If Jarom's pebbles and Jennica's pebbles = 300 or more, we all go swimming on Sat.

    Jennica(age 5) isn't as obssesed with the pebbles. She needs instant gratification. Last week she earned maybe 100 pebbles. This week she figured out she'll get to go to a friends house on the bus if she earned pebbles. She kicked in gear and has more than Jarom, as of today.
    Oh, the beauty of a pebble!

    #5 Lost Bunny!
    This may be a D+ Mom Update. Bunny was found in the clothes hamper the following Saturday, by Me.
    She still doesn't know. I am going to put it in her "keepsakes" box.
    She continues to talk about "Bunny" but less frequently as the days pass.

    #6 The Confession
    So, here it is the end of Feb. My "Just Because" gift hasn't arrived.... Meaning I haven't came up with one yet!
    I have 2 days to go! AHHHH!!!!! This is proven harder than I expected!

    Well, that sums up enough. I should get off the computer and start searching my Noggin for a gift! (Although, I am fighting like mad, against the temptation to go in the kitchen and find something "fun" to eat!)

    If you have any Mommy Magic Tricks you'd like to share, or would like to give your thoughts about mine please do!
    Let me know you were here. Leave a comment!

    Sunday, February 22, 2009

    B+ Mom...again

    (This post is a spin-off a previous post titled B+ Mom in A+ community, read it here)

    A few weeks ago I received a phone call from the Elementary school. The phone call mothers don’t like to get.

    It’s the phone call informing you your child has been up to no good.

    It went something like this:

    Teacher: “Mrs. Hobi, this is Jarom’s teacher. We’ve had a few problems with Jarom this morning at school I want to let you know about.“

    Me: ”Yes?“ Wondering what happened TO him.

    Teacher: ”At morning recess he was heard using swear words to another boy.“

    Me: ”JAROM was?“ (completely shocked, as any mother would be)

    Teacher: ”Yes, he said Shit.“

    Me: ”JAROM????“ (Positive they had the wrong boy.)

    Teacher: he did admit he said it and was pretty emotional about it. I don’t know if there are other things going on at home that.....

    I’m not really listening, my mind is searching for an answer. Nothing about this seemed right. He admitted he said it?!?!

    I’m replaying the past week in my mind. He stayed at home sick. He was in bed for almost 3 days straight reading. (The kicker is he was reading the Children’s Bible and illustrated Book of Mormon. ) He isn’t the typical 7 year old. We are so blessed to have him.

    My thoughts searched for an answer where he could have picked up this word. We don’t have a TV in the house, we strictly control the content of Media he is exposed to, and most importantly neither my husband or myself have EVER used this word. (well.....maybe pre-marriage on a really bad day)

    Me: “I am very surprised to hear this. I have never heard him use swear words.”

    Teacher: “Well, he had another issue this afternoon. While eating lunch he was waving his middle finger.”

    Me: “You are kidding me!”

    Now I’m envisioning him standing on the benches giving all the teachers a piece of his mind. Again- totally out of character.


    She made it clear he was reprimanded for his behavior and mentioned he was crying and said he told her he didn’t know it was bad.

    I jumped in and confirmed that he DIDN’T know what it meant!! Why would he? He’s only seven!!!

    After hanging up the phone I was furious inside. Not at my son, but at the teachers. They all assumed he was guilty. I was sorry my good kid got disciplined so harshly because I knew he wouldn’t do these things.

    When he got home from school I sat down with him and asked him to tell me about what happened.

    He started to cry and said he got in big trouble for saying something. I asked him to tell me what he said.

    Apparently he learned his lesson because he didn’t want to tell me the word he used.

    I reassured him he wouldn’t get in trouble, but I needed to hear the word he said.
    Reluctantly he said the word he used was, “Shut up!”

    “Shut up?” I repeated almost laughing. “That’s not the word your teacher said you used.”

    “It’s not?“ he questioned back. ”What word did she say I used?“

    ”It doesn’t matter what she said, I’ll believe what you tell me.“ I answered

    Then he told me what actually took place.

    ”Mom you know when you get really upset and you say something really fast after you think it and then you wish you didn’t say it?
    Well, Joe (name was changed) was teasing me at recess. He said I liked girls and pushed me. He kept saying that and pushing me and it made me really mad.
    The last time he said it I yelled: “Shut Up!”
    Then I covered my mouth and said "oops." Because I knew I shouldn’t have said that to him.
    He ran away and told the teacher and she got really mad at me and told me I was in trouble.“

    I asked him if his teacher told him what word it was he shouldn’t say. He said, “No, she just asked me if I said the ”S“ word.”

    At this time I wanted to hug him to death. My sweet boy was totally misunderstood.
    In our home ”Shut Up“ is a swear word. This boy, Joe, is a boy I know and I know his parents. I have heard foul language used by his mother, so what I think happened was Joe saw Jarom cover his mouth and say opps and Joe’s version of a swear word, which was told to the teacher, came forward. Not ”Jarom’s" swear word.

    Did the teacher ever ask Jarom what word he used?
    No.
    She went with the story and Jarom came home believing “Shut Up” can really get you in trouble! (Not a bad lesson)

    I left it at that. This is where my B+ grade comes in.

    I decided not to educated my seven year old on foul language, even though it is evident teachers think these little ones have them in their vocabulary.
    I will continue to “manage” my children and protect them from the Media and Pop Culture because I can and I think they will turn out the better someday.

    The story of the middle finger is legit. He does it at home, it’s a pointer finger. Harmless.

    Imagine his terror:

    Mom, I don’t even know what I did wrong. I was eating my lunch and had my hands on my lap and was moving my arms (side note: Jarom is a flapper. When he gets excited he pumps his arms up and down his side or he flaps like a bird. Quite funny, he seems oblivious that he is doing it. He has done this since he was a toddler) then the boy next to me went and told the lunch lady I was doing something wrong!“
    .... Is pointing with my middle finger bad? he asked inquizzitivly.
    She said it was bad!
    She got close to my face and yelled really loud that I was not to EVER do that!
    It scared me Mom, she was really mean.

    Poor kid, he learned a lot that day. Doesn’t it stink when good kids get mistreated?

    Shame on me for not exposing them to the “finger” and the “S” word by age seven! What kind of mother am I?? I can see our next Family Home Evening lesson going something like this:

    Today we are going to teach you words and gestures you should NEVER use...

    I guess all the A+ moms have already taught these lessons, that’s why his classmates had one up on him.

    Ahh, School of Hard Knocks. Welcome to Life!

    Saturday, February 21, 2009

    I Tri



    A few years ago I started a process of waking up. A waking up from a sleep I wasn’t aware I was in.
    It happened one evening while browsing through a Women’s Health Magazine.

    I read an article of a Woman in her 40’s that decided to run a triathlon. It sparked a few feelings of envy and a lot of feelings resentment toward myself.
    I couldn’t remember the last time I had exercised, nor could I remember the last time I did anything for MYSELF.
    I was a 27 year old mother of 3, living on the East Coast with a husband working full time and getting his Executive MBA from Columbia. I was alone with the kids ALL the time. To put it mildly, my body was being neglected.

    I didn’t quite know what running a Triathlon would entail before I read this article. That evening I was on the computer Googling “Triathlons in Connecticut”

    I was amazed at the varity of races in my Tri-state area! I had no idea this stuff existed. To my dismay I found most the Triathlons were held on Sunday.

    Early in our marriage, my husband and I agreed we would observe the Sabbath Day and keep it Holy. To me, this meant making it a day of rest.
    Sundays were out for me, which left ONE race being held on Saturday, June 4th, in New York. I had found my race!

    I had 6 months to train. I was petrified and excited all at once. I didn’t know anyone who ran Triathlons. I had no idea what I should be doing.

    First step was sign up for a gym membership at the local YMCA.
    Next step, schedule a time to do my workouts with a husband that leaves the house at 5:30am and doesn’t return till 9pm....I had a problem.

    After haggling for time we came to an agreement that my Man would come home and relieve me of my motherly duties at 7pm so I could go to the gym.

    Training for this Triathlon was the beginning of my waking process. I had no idea I was so out of shape mentally, physically and spiritually!

    Over the next six months I prepared myself for a race that changed me in many ways.

    Friday, February 20, 2009

    Crazy Hair

     This morning the kids announced it was crazy hair day. I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking I could take a day off doing Jennica’s hair, she’ll fit right in even if I don’t touch it. As for Jarom, he looks great with his hair spiky but if it’s a poof this morning, he too, will fit in.

    I was surprised to find Jarom grooming himself as I walk past the bathroom. My 1st grader is taking Spirit Day with Pride. He emerged with each spike in it’s proper place.... nothing crazy.

    Jennica sits at the breakfast table listening intently as Daddy reads the scriptures, so I thought. She interupts him in mid-sentance.
    “Daddy, I think I want my hair to stick straight up like this.” She is stringing her hair out as far as her arms will reach. Oblivious that Daddy, or any of us at the table are NOT deep into HER thoughts like she is.

    For once, Jennica lets me brush her hair and pull and twist without a whimper. She is excited about Crazy Hair Day. She pulls out the Hair paint from Halloween and tells me to paint away.
    In goes pig-tails and lots of hair ties. Then I spray her red, and blue. Her Girls Just Wanna Have Fun shirt adds the perfect touch.

    After quite a bit of prodding I talk Jarom into a little hair paint. He reminded me of those popcicles from the Ice Cream truck called Fire crackers. He was Red and Blue striped.

    Quickly they threw on their coats and ran to the bus stop. After closing the door behind them I had a good laugh. This was a fun morning.

    Then, panic set in! What if it really wasn’t Crazy Hair Day? I never saw the announcement. I didn’t hear a word about it. I just went with it this morning.

    It would completly devistate them if they showed up and it wasn’t Crazy Hair Day. I had flashbacks of my mistake in the 3rd Grade. I showed up to school wearing my brother’s baseball uniform, complete with cleats, pants, hat and black streaks under my eyes. In those days I rode my bike to school and I got there with plenty of time to play before the bell rang. So I didn’t notice at first that I was the ONLY one dressed in costume.
    Soon enough it became evidant that I had made a mistake. I sat in the girls bathroom trying to downplay this costume but found no way around it. I wanted to disappear.

    If I could prevent my children from this type of embarrasment I would. I made a phone call to my neighbor and asked if her son had Crazy Hair. She put me at ease, it was indeed, Crazy Hair Day.

    Whew....




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    Thursday, February 19, 2009

    Thursday Funk

    I am in a funk. A Thursday funk! I feel like I am moving in slow motion. It took me all day to get productive.
    I made Krista’s Chicken Noodle soup this afternoon. Nothing like warm soup on a snowy day.

    Yesterday I went to the Manhattan Temple. If I attend the 11am session I can make it back home before the kids get off the bus.
    I have made it a personal goal to attend the Temple at least once a month. So far I am 5 for 5!

    What difference have I seen in my life? I have noticed that I feel “JOY” in doing the things that I dreaded before. Such as making meals each night, having a clean house, or even being patient with my kids.
    I feel the Lord is giving me the desire and endurance to fulfill my duties as a mother. I need that. I get a sense of fulfillment.

    Jace has been a little bugger at nights. He wakes up around 1am and is up till 4am yelling for me. If I bring him into bed with me he wiggles and asks for a drink over and over. I fell asleep last night around 9:30pm, thrilled that I would get decent sleep. Thanks to Jace I was up most of the night listening to him yell. Is that why I am grumpy today?

    Is it Spring yet? I love the bright sun but why does it have to follow up with snow?

    I went for a walk this morning but failed to see any beauty in the dead trees and frozen ponds. For once I walked around with my camera and nothing to take pictures of. Well, I did take 3 pictures:
    They do look a lot prettier covered in snow.




    Locker-room Work out!


    My Man walked through the door 2 hours late with a handful of groceries announcing
    He is going to cook ME dinner. (took the sting right out)

    I suppose my body language told him a lot. He sent me away for “Teak Time.”
    “Teak Time” is equalivant to a “Time Out.” (My nickname my dad gave me growing up was Teak)

    I need"Teak time" to stay alive.

    I tend to favor the anti-social personality when I am like this, so going out wasn’t what I wanted to do.

    It was 6pm when I gave the kids a kiss and said goodnight. Then I locked myself in my room.
    Normally locking myself in my room isn’t an escape from my little ones. I’m usually chased down within seconds and the banging on the door beings. Thus, my kisses goodnight and announcing Mommy is leaving allowed my retreat to be successful. (Dad can explain why the bedroom door is locked.)

    Nothing does it like a HOT shower. I mean HOT. I like it so hot I have to sit down when I get out before I blackout.

    After the shower the first thing I put on is...headphones. (I don’t want to hear the responsibility I am avoiding)
    Feng Shui does just the right thing for me.

    Now, what does one put on after the end of such a day? A few years back I found just the thing.

    “You look good, you feel good“

    This brings me to my ”Journey to Em Moment“

    I’m sure it’s Universal knowledge that underwear talks. I can’t seem to wear the ones that speak my language though. I have a drawer full of “back talking” panties.
    My husband reassured me they are speaking the right language. I just wasn’t hearing it.

    Growing up I have always been self concious about my body. I played sports throughout high school and spent a fair amount of time dressing in locker rooms. I did the typical get my shirt off and on simutaniously. Looking back now, I realise I should have been strutting my stuff!

    Last year I was bold and decided this needed to change. I did the unthinkable and faced my insecurity sqaure in the face....butt NAKED!!!

    It a desperate attempt to find “myself” I went to the Gym every night for 2 hours to train for my first Triathlon. The workouts worked wonders on my sanity but the hardest part was in the locker room.

    I made a goal to do the opposite of my comfort. That ment I chose the locker closest to the door (right out in the open) to dressed and undressed there! That is AFTER I showered (not in the private stalls) and sat in the sana without my clothes on!! Butt Naked!!!!

    My husband, of all people, has told me over and over that I need to get comfortable in my own skin.
    Well, this just about did the trick. It took several months of doing this before I stopped jumping every time the doors opened.

    The saggy grandma’s made it look easy. I decided I looked HOT after one evening with a few Senior Citizens strutting their stuff.

    After the showers I would dress in "fun" underwear, because they made me feel like a WOMAN and my “normal” underwear is....well,...“modest.“
    Let me make it clear that the underwear was for ME not my husband. I needed to find the confident ”woman“ in myself. Sometimes he saw it sometimes he didn’t.

    Then I would spend time pampering myself, in just my underwear, (because the thought of that made me squerm) till I left the gym at 10pm.

    I have to admit I walked away from the gym feeling like I wanted to feel.
    I learned quite a bit about myself by stepping outside the box.

    Dinner for 2 is waiting...

    Monday, February 16, 2009

    The Confession



    I am gift challenged! I can’t believe I am admitting this. I prided myself as being thoughtful and creative before I got married.

    I loved the thought of being married and getting the chance to shower my husband with love and surprises.
    Well, it’s been 10 years and I have failed miserably. I will repeat FAILED!

    I have had a few gifts that were a hit. Like the DVD player for Christmas, (10 years ago when they were a Hot Item)
    The automatic car starter, 5 years ago, that he still uses to this day. (Doesn’t climbing into a warm car make all the difference?)

    And his 30th birthday. I sent him on a Scavenger Hunt to various places in Manhattan to pick up gifts and find the Hotel where he would find... ME! That evening we dined at Per Se (AMAZING food and experience. 5 hour meal!)
    and had his sister Jessica ,and her husband Pete, fly from California to show up at our table. Total Surprise.

    Perhaps I have potential, but lets call it how it is. I am Gift Challenged. Let me delve last year’s gift giving experience.

    Mothers Day he bought me a Road Bike I loved so much, to train for my Triathlons.

    Sam goes to California on business and comes home with oodles of styling workout clothes for ME!
    I go away to Utah alone and come back with....nothing for him.


    My 30th birthday......he gave me a new Mac OS laptop!!! (It’s my boyfriend Mac) and a trip away, ALONE!
    Sam’s birthday....I can’t remember. (Must have been a keeper!)

    10th Anniversary...I talk him into staying at home with me on the couch. (Have I mentioned I am Anti-Social?)

    Christmas....I show up like a champ and don’t get him anything!! Am I retarded? What kind of spoiled brat am I?
    I have a million excuses I could give but the truth is I need a big kick in the pants.

    I am a self-centered, unappreciative, spoiled wife!

    Okay, now that I have come to grips with my “condition” it’s time to act.

    I decided to, once again, step “outside of the box” and do something that is against my comfort. (You’ll see more of these moments in the near future)

    I am going to give Sam “Just Because” gifts each month. Gifts that will mean something to him- not just to check off the box.
    I have to make a comeback in a big way.

    I married the man of my Dreams, and then I stopped trying. I am so lucky to have him. It’s time I show up!

    Did I mention he spoiled me on Valentines Day? Fun workout gear (I love that stuff) and BEAUTIFUL diamond earrings and necklace!
    What did I give him?........
    I’ll leave that up to your imagination. ☺

    “Just Because” gift for this month......?????????????? Hummmm.....????
    No ideas. none. nothing.

    Sunday, February 15, 2009

    My Crush

     

    I married my Neighbor at age 20. Boy, was I naive, but it was the best decision I ever made.

    He moved in next door when I was 15 years old. In High School, we were kissing friends.

    He looked "Fine" in Jeans and even better with his shirt off.

    I didn't know he would cook me meals that put my cooking to shame.

    I didn't know he would make me laugh till I fell over.

    I didn't know he was a Grammar Guru.

    I didn't know I would be his Biggest Fan through his College Football years.

    I didn't know I would walk the Great Wall of China holding his hand.

    I didn't know I would dine at fancy restaurants in New York City.

    I didn't know I would live the charming life beautiful New England has to offer.

    I didn't know he would understand me like he does.

    I didn't know he would be the first one to always say I'm sorry.

    I didn't know....a lot.

    I do know now, 10 years later, I am married to a Man that never ceases to amaze me, and I am very lucky to call him mine!

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    Friday, February 13, 2009

    Lost Bunny!


    Picture: Jennica and Her bunny last year.


    Jennica is devastated! She has lost her bunny!

    Jennica’s Mom is devastated but a little bit relieved the bunny is lost.

    “Bunny” isn’t a cute family pet. It’s a discolored, mangled, over-washed stuffed animal that she has slept with for over 4 years! EVERY night she has rubbed it’s little tag between her fingers as she slips into “Dreamland.”

    I am so happy to be rid of the little hare, but at the same time my heart goes out to her loss.

    I can’t express how frustrating it can be to have her all tucked into bed, lights out and door closing to hear her
    announce, “BUNNY! Where is my Bunny?”
    The bedtime routine gone to shambles!!! The search for the lost bunny begins.

    Jennica is 5 years old. I feel she is a little too old to have such an attachment. I didn’t have the heart to just take it away. I guess I have been waiting for this day to come.

    I last saw it on her bed Monday afternoon. Bunny was propped neatly against her pillow.
    Jen didn’t notice it’s absence till she was in bed, of course.

    I can imagine the dilemma she was faced with next.

    Do I open the door and call in the search patrol, and loose my FISH?(read Not A Peep!)

    or

    Do I go to bed without it?

    She chose to loose her Fish, which told me Bunny really does hold a special place in her heart, and the search lights came out. Tragically the search and rescue wasn’t successful.

    A very unhappy girl went to bed without Bunny Monday night....and Tuesday night....and Wednesday night....and Thursday night!!

    Can you see my smile get any bigger!

    She claimed it was impossible to get to sleep without it, but I guess her desire to earn a fish each night so she could get her “stay in bed reward”, was enough to get her through it.

    We have searched the house high and low. I have no idea where bunny is hiding.

    Maybe it was Bunny’s desire to move on??

    She made a sign:
    Lost bunny