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  • Wednesday, April 30, 2008

    It Finally Happened...

    Livie locked my husband out of the house yesterday. He was grilling outside and she was watching him out the window while she was drawing on her easel. When she saw him coming up the stairs, she went to the back door and turned the lock. When he asked her to open the door, she turned around and walked away. Jack was totally oblivious to the whole thing and didn't know what Livie had done.

    So, Hubby broke the back door to get in. I, on the other hand, was at my grad class, so I couldn't have helped. I knew it would happen someday and I'm really glad it happened to him and not me. I wouldn't have been able to break down the door.

    Now, of course, we need a new security screen door for the back. Or at the very least, a new lock for it. What upset me more was that he said it was relatively easy to break in. The lock just snapped right off. The door frame is fine, but the lock popped off the screen door. Now, it must be fixed or I'll have to close the inside door to keep the kids from running away. It's bad enough they've learned how to chew through their straps. (Just kidding.) However we fix it, it's going to be like Fort Knox because I'm not living in fear, people.

    If you ask me, this whole thing was Livie's plan. She knows that without a lock on the screen door, she can just go right out into the yard anytime she wants. She's scary smart, you know.

    Tuesday, April 29, 2008

    Oobleck...

    How does one keep a toddler and a preschooler busy? Oobleck...the greatest recipe ever, right out of the Dr. Seuss book, Bartholomew and the Oobleck. It's simple to make with what you have in your own pantry; it's non-toxic; and it's very tactile. It's made from just cornstarch and water (not too much cornstarch or it'll be more of a paste and dry out quickly; not too much water or it'll be too runny...experiment with it). I don't use any food coloring, but you can. It's a solid and a liquid at the same time. Touch it and it's hard. Try to pick it up and it turns into a liquid. Drop it and it shatters.
    My kids had a ton of fun with this stuff. I knew we had to do this when I was trying to bake the other day. Jack ran off with my flour and dumped two cups of it in the living/dining room and all over his xylophone. Livie ran through it and all over the house, leaving little white footprints everywhere while screaming, "Oh no, Jack! You made a mess!" It was a comical moment at our house. Afterward, we all cleaned it up and the idea for oobleck clicked in my head.
    Livie ate a bunch of it, but it can't get anyone sick unless they have a corn allergy. Jack was amazed at the whole thing. It's way better than Play-Doh could ever be, especially because there's nothing like it in the world.
    Try it. You'll learn something.

    Monday, April 28, 2008

    Play With Me...

    My niece is having a baby, so My Sister is having a Baby Pool. Let's play!

    It's Baby Pool time! How often do you get to do this?

    Please send in your guesses for the following categories:

    How much weight my Niece gains:
    What date the baby will be born on:
    What the baby will weigh:

    Keep in mind that my Niece has gained 26 lbs as of 4/15/2008.
    Her due date is June 23rd. Go to My Sister's blog to see pictures of the Mama-to-be.

    Submit your guesses soon! And if you can think of more people to send this to, let me know.
    Winners will get a hearty handshake, a pat on the back, and bragging rights.

    Thanks!
    Orphie & Eatmisery

    P.S. Send a warm, hearty Happy Birthday for My Brother today! He is single, by the way. Anyone out there need some love?

    Sunday, April 27, 2008

    A HUGE Milestone...

    Jack, Hubby, and I went to class yesterday and Jack hit a HUGE milestone.

    He did not cry, not even once, due to separation anxiety. I have not written about this yet on here, but it's an enormous milestone for him. This was our fifth session (of eight) and up until yesterday, he'd cried and called for me nearly the whole time previously. Mind you, we're there every Saturday from 9:30am to noon. Last week, he didn't start crying or calling for me until 11am. I thought that was great. Yesterday, however, he surprised me by keeping his composure and remembering the Golden Rule: Mommy always comes back.

    I am so proud of my little guy. If you're a parent, you understand how big of a deal this really is. I, myself, had horrible separation anxiety from my Mother when I was little. I distinctly remember sneaking out of first grade and running home from school at the age of seven in the blizzard of '79 during lunch, only to run back because I couldn't get into the house. The back door had been locked and my Mom was shoveling in the front; I didn't think to go around, so I ran back to school, hysterical. I also remember instances from when I was even younger, attending a neighborhood church program that was run by hippies. She'd tell you how bad I had it. It really wasn't a surprise to me that Jack would be the same.

    We also had a meeting with Jack's teacher, who let us know that, cognitively, Jack is amazing. He can do things other kids can't do yet, like peel the backings off of stickers. His fine motor skills are fabulous. He also participated in gym for the first time yesterday. Before, he would just sit out and cry for me. I had peeked in on his classroom and had seen him at the water table, enjoying himself. He played there with a little girl named Maxine. He also was able to play with a little boy named Larry, who has previously terrorized him. For some reason, something clicked in his head and he was a new boy. His teacher will be assessing him more now because she believes it's a very good sign that he didn't cry for me this time. She doesn't like to do any kind of assessments of the kids' skills until she knows they're comfortable with where they are. That's what I like about this place the most. She believes that he's a highly intelligent little guy and I have a lot of confidence in her. She said she could tell that we've done a lot of work with him on his sensory integration issues. After we're done with this program, I can keep bringing him there for drop-off so he can develop his socialization skills. I knew this would be a good thing for him, for all of us and I'm grateful that we found it.

    I don't know what got into him, but I'm happy about it. He became a little more independent and took a risk in not missing me too much. It was a big leap for him and he found out that it was okay to have fun without Mommy. That's a big deal when you're only three years old. And I'm not sad about it. Okay, maybe just a bit, but I know it's something he was going to do eventually anyway and it makes me happy that he did it.

    And then he ate a macaroni tuna salad with eggs and peas for dinner. I tell ya, this boy just keeps surprising me left and right!

    Saturday, April 26, 2008

    Mozart Is My Homie...




    You Are Classical Music



    You are a somewhat serious person who enjoys studying subjects deeply.

    Art of all kinds interests you, and a good piece of art can really effect you emotionally.

    You are inspired by human achievement, and you appreciate work that takes years to accomplish.

    For you, the finer things in life are not about snobbery - they're about quality.

    Friday, April 25, 2008

    I'm A Stinker...

    It's that time of year again. As a teacher, something's got to give. The students are jonesing to get out; spring fever is an epidemic; and spring break was way too early this year. All of this makes for some very unhappy campers on both ends. So, what's a girl to do?

    I played a few practical jokes on some of my colleagues this week to lighten the mood. Let me explain.

    Subject A is one of our security guards. He had accidentally left his jacket in my room the other day, so I slipped a tampon (unused, still in the wrapper!) in one of the pockets. When I saw that his keys were on one of the teacher's desks (and he was just a few feet away; I can't figure out how he didn't see me do it), I told him that I put them inside his jacket pocket so no one would walk off with them. This gave him a reason to have to go into his pocket. Lo and behold, when he finally did go get his keys, he was shocked beyond disbelief and couldn't figure out how the tampon had made its way into his jacket. What was funnier was that he actually pulled it out (no pun intended) in front of another guard and another teacher, who weren't so amused. Of course, at that point, he knew it was me. Heh.

    Subject B is our computer teacher. He's known for his incredible health, his clean living, and he's just an all-around great guy to be around for both the kids and the teachers. So, I slipped a cigarette into his school bag. When I came in this morning, he was cleaning out his bag and just so happened to find it. He was so puzzled and kept thinking about all the students who sit near his desk and which one could've put the cigarette into his bag. Upon hearing him, I lost it completely and told him it was me, but not before I let him stew about it for a minute or two. I just couldn't keep it together at that point. He laughed and thought it was a good-natured prank that made the day easier to get through.

    Subject C is our gym teacher. I filled out one of those "While You Were Gone" memo sheets, saying he'd received an urgent phone call and he needed to call the number back ASAP. On the sheet, I put down the name, Mr. Lyon. The phone number accompanying the name was for Lincoln Park Zoo. Can you imagine the look on the face of the person who answered his call? Well, Subject C came to me and asked me if I had any paper like that one. I told him I didn't have that kind of paper and asked him who Mr. Lyon was. He said he didn't know, but that the number was for the zoo. He really did call the number and ask for Mr. Lyon! It was then that I burst out laughing, and so did he. I told him to slip it into someone else's mailbox and see what happens. Maybe it'll make its way around the whole faculty. There also happens to be another one floating around from a caller with the same number, appropriately named Mr. Behr. I have a feeling Lincoln Park Zoo is going to ban me for life.

    So, in an effort to lighten up the mood in the building, I succeeded. Nothing was ruined, lost, stolen, or caused hurt feelings. And I'm just dying to see how these people get their revenge. After all, you can't bullshit a bullshitter. Heh.

    Cross-posted on Chicago Moms Blog

    Thursday, April 24, 2008

    A Little Dirt Never Hurt Anyone...

    Check out Jack's baseball cap. This picture is for my sister, Ciocia Sue.


    I'm sorry, but I can't help posting pictures of my kids lately. THIS has got to be so much fun!
    By the time they got out from under their playset, they were F.I.L.T.H.Y. And they loved every second of it.
    Oh, to be young and free!

    Wednesday, April 23, 2008

    Living Vicariously...

    Well, both kids have boo-boos now. I knew it would happen. All that sunshine, all that fresh air, all that running...you knew they'd have to fall down eventually, right?

    Livie wiped out twice on the concrete the other day while playing hopscotch. Same knee, the left one, all scraped up to hell. Yesterday, Jack took several spills while running around the yard and scraped up the palm of his left hand, fell on some rocks and scraped up his leg, acquired several new bruises on his shins, and managed to knock the wind out of himself, as well. Both kids look like hell, but they're happy being outside. And they have color in their cheeks now.

    They get dirty. They eat sand and dirt and chalk. They play with their bubble machines and get the bubble solution everywhere. They crawl in the dirt; they pick strange stuff up off the ground and eat it; they throw rocks and venture off into the pea gravel where the dog takes her shits (or that's where she's supposed to go, but she goes in the grass instead).

    Surprisingly, they're great at transitioning to come back into the house. Neither one complains about having to go inside when it's time. They work up quite an appetite when they play outside several times a day. And by the time they get their bath at the end of the night, they're exhausted. Afterward, they sleep for eleven or twelve hours. And we get up and do it all over again the next day.

    I'm having so much fun watching them have fun. It's like being a kid all over again, you know, only better.

    Tuesday, April 22, 2008

    Pure Genius...

    Edge Designs is an all-women run company that designs interior office space. They had a recent opportunity to do an office project in NYC. The client allowed the women of this company a free hand in all design aspects. The client was a company that was also run by all-women execs.

    The result...well...We all know that men never talk, never look at each other, and never laugh much in the restroom. The men's room is a serious and quiet place, but now with the addition of one mural on the wall...

    Let's just say the men's restroom is a place of laughter and smiles.

    Pure genius!

    Monday, April 21, 2008

    Fun In The Sun...

    We spent almost all day in the beautiful outdoors yesterday. It was the perfect way to end the weekend. We went for walks (and we didn't even let go of Mommy's hands), played in/at our sand table, ran ourselves ragged on the playset in the yard, blew bubbles, learned hopscotch, and drew all over the sidewalk in the backyard with our chalk. It was a wonderful day.
    And in case you're wondering why we've got our nummies in our mouths, Mommy said we had to have them to stop us from eating all the sand. Heh.
    Yours truly,
    Jack and Liv.

    Sunday, April 20, 2008

    Asshole...

    A man kills a deer and takes it home to cook for dinner. Both he and his wife decide that they won't tell the kids what kind of meat it is, but will give them a clue and let them guess.

    The kids were eager to know what the meat was on their plates, so they begged their dad for the clue.

    Well, he said, "It's what Mommy calls me sometimes."

    The little girl screams to her brother, "Don't eat it! It's an asshole!"


    Okay. So maybe that one's not a true story, but this one is:

    A lady I know once had a female student named Asshole. She thought the name was a prank when she saw the list of kids who'd signed in for an activity. So, she asked, "Who's the wiseguy that signed in as Asshole?" Much to her surprise, a girl stepped forward and told her that she pronounced her name incorrectly. It was pronounced "ash-o-lay."

    Now that's fucked up.

    (Sidenote: I have had my own assortment of different names for students. I had a Justin Time (boy), a Fellatio (girl), an Altalatrice (girl), a Latrineisha (girl), and a Pork Chop (girl). It's very interesting what parents choose for names of their kids.)

    Saturday, April 19, 2008

    What They Do Best...

    Jack and Liv love hanging out on the bed in the spare bedroom together.
    This was just before bathtime. Ain't love grand?

    Friday, April 18, 2008

    What A View...

    Yesterday was Report Card Pick-Up at my school. For ninety percent of the time, this was the view down my hallway. I can count on one hand how many parents came to see me. In fact, I had more former students come see me than parents of current students I have. And that is sad.
    If you are a parent, a teacher or an administrator, what do Report Card Pick-Up days look like at your or your child's school? I'm seeing a trend here and I don't like it.
    I'm hoping it's not a sign of the times, but it's certainly becoming a trend at my school. WTF? If it were my kids, I would never ever entertain the idea of not speaking to all of their teachers. They may hate me for it later, but at least their teachers will know my face. And sometimes that makes all the difference.
    This does not make me happy, as a teacher. Our state laws even support report card days for parents of school-age children; by law, parents have to be given two hours by their employers to go get their kid's report card. It's the law and we still get a pitiful turnout.
    So, tell me. What happens where you are? Do your kids' school hallways look like this on report card days? Or am I truly seeing a drastic shift in priorities for the families of the student demographic I teach?

    Thursday, April 17, 2008

    I Could Never Be A Cutter...

    Well, I'm glad Wednesday is over. My trip to the dentist resulted in me getting just one filling when I thought I was getting a few, plus a cleaning. I got a filling taken out and replaced instead. I like to get those composite fillings (the white ones that look so pretty and undetectable when you open your mouth); they don't, however, last as long as the metal amalgam ones, though. The one I had replaced was about ten years old, so it was time for a new one anyway. Next time, I get more, plus a cleaning. Yay! I must say, though, it's exhausting for me to go to the dentist. I have to really gear up psychologically and when it's over, I feel a catharsis...much like a deflated balloon. It's the shots of novocaine that I dread, but I could never have work done without them.

    Today is Report Card Day, so I'll be working from noon until 6:15pm. I'll get home just in time to tuck in my babies. Sigh... And who knows if the pick-up be worth it. It seems that parents don't come to see the teachers as much as they used to. Since report cards get passed out in the lunchroom, very few parents feel like making their way up the stairs to see the teachers. Hopefully I'll be wrong and I'll get to see the trees the apples fall from. If it were me, I'd be visiting ALL of my kids' teachers. I guess, at the very least, I'll be able to get some work done while I wait. Cross your fingers for a good turnout.

    On a different note, you MUST try making chicken fajitas in the crock pot. It's simply divine. Yesterday morning, before I woke up Jack, I prepared them. I defrosted and cut up some chicken breasts; sliced up an onion and a green pepper; and placed it all in a large Ziploc bag. I mixed half a cup of chicken broth and a little lime juice with an envelope of fajita seasoning mix and poured it into the bag to marinate the chicken, onions, and peppers. I put the bag in the fridge until 11am, when I asked the nanny to pour it all into the crock pot, cover it, and put it on low. Dinner would be ready at 5pm, as usual. When Hubby got home, he cut up some tomatoes and lettuce and then we ate. Even the kids liked the chicken! Jack loves chicken fajitas, without the tortilla, though. Livie, well, she eats everything.

    Hubby had to cut up the lettuce and tomatoes because I'm a little knife-shy after yesterday morning. I sliced open my thumb pretty good (and it's been a long time since I've done that), but not on the contents of our dinner. Jack was crabbing at me because he didn't want to eat his cinnamon raisin toast with peanut butter at breakfast. He was yelling at me incessantly for coffee cake. It was less than ten minutes before I was supposed to leave for work, so in a haste I started cutting up his coffee cake. On the last piece, I gashed open my thumb and bled all over my kitchen, with Livie and Jack both calling my name simultaneously. Not a good start to my day, really, but at least the boy ate. So, Hubby was on cutting duty and dish duty and bath duty for the kids. I opted out. Dinner, however, was the highlight of the day.

    And, boy, did that turn out great. I must do it again. The crock pot fajitas, that is.

    Wednesday, April 16, 2008

    Well, That Was Odd...

    On the way home from my grad class this evening, I had a rather odd experience. There were five little girls at a bus stop, two of them were crying and pointing. They were yelling, "My cat! My cat!" I looked in the direction they were pointing and saw a dead cat in the middle of the street, totally obliterated right outside the Catholic church at the corner.

    However, the other three girls with them were laughing their asses off. I looked at the two crying girls again and saw that cars were literally slamming on the brakes and stopping, with looks of horror on their faces. That is, until they saw the two crying girls turn around to laugh with their friends.

    How sick is that? These were little girls aged anywhere from six to ten years old. And they were nearly causing traffic accidents as a joke. Of course, they're little and they don't understand that what they were doing could cause a car accident. However, these kids were freaking people out intentionally. With a dead cat! Right outside of a Catholic church! In their school uniforms!

    What is the world coming to?

    (Sidenote: I must say that I laughed my own ass off -and I know I shouldn't have- when I realized what they were doing. You gotta admit, as sick as it was, it was pretty clever. I even pictured Livie doing that to innocent motorists. She's full of mischief like her Mama, you know. Heh.)

    Tuesday, April 15, 2008

    Dance Party...


    video


    If there was ever any doubt what my nanny does with the kids when I'm at work, this proves it. My two-year-old daughter can cha-cha, knows right from left, can shake her butt to the beat, shimmy, clap at the right time, and can follow a simple dance routine from memory. Did you notice the boy kicking up his leg? That's part of his repertoire of dance moves.

    You gotta love it!

    (The music you hear in the background is from Squawkers McCaw, which my kids love dearly.)

    By the way, have you been caught doing something good lately?

    Monday, April 14, 2008

    This Week's Gonna Be A Bitch...

    This is going to be a rough week.

    On Tuesday, I have my grad class after work from 4:30-7:30pm. If I get out early, maybe...just maybe I'll get to see my kids before they go to bed. On Wednesday, I have to go to the dentist for more dental work at 3:15pm. God only knows when I'll get home or how I'll be feeling. That's why I'm making chicken fajitas in the crock pot that day for dinner. By the way, making dinner every night is working out quite well, I might add. I've learned to invent new meals for our family and that's pretty cool. On Thursday, I work from noon until 6:15pm because it's Report Card Pick-Up. I probably won't see too many parents and I'll get home just as the kids are going to bed. That sucks. On Friday, I rescheduled Jack's speech therapy for 3:30pm. He usually has it at that time on Thursdays, but I switched the day so that I'm home for it.

    Like I said, this week's going to be rough. I suppose I should be going to bed early all week, right? Yeesh.

    {Sidenote: Hey, E...I'll get those pictures up when I get them up. I still have to upload Livie's birthday pictures, too. So, don't be so hard on me. Heh.}

    Sunday, April 13, 2008

    There's Got To Be A Market For That Somewhere...

    I'm guessing that some people really would buy that.

    Saturday, April 12, 2008

    Do Something Good...

    Did you know that every 20 minutes another child is diagnosed with autism?

    It was only a year ago that I was thrown into the world of autism. There weren't any books about it that I didn't read. I ate, drank, and slept knowledge about autism and its comorbid disorders. Why? My son Jack did not speak at the age of two and had fallen into a world of his own. A trip to the pediatrician for his two-year check-up is how we found out about Early Intervention. For a year, Jack had developmental therapy, a developmental playgroup, occupational therapy, and speech therapy, each once a week. He made tremendous gains in all areas and presents no delays at all now.

    He was not, however, diagnosed with autism. He has what is called Sensory Processing Disorder and it is very mild. I had that as a kid, too, before it had a fancy name. Many children with autism also have SPD, as well.

    I'm doing this walk for all the parents and children out there who need it and to raise awareness about autism. It could've been me; it could've been my son.

    I am walking in the fight against autism at Walk Now for Autism, joining tens of thousands of other people united by a single cause and dedicated to raising money to find a cure for autism. The money raised at Walk Now for Autism supports Autism Speaks mission to finding the causes, effective treatments and a cure for autism through funding essential biomedical research. One in every 166 children is diagnosed with autism. Autism Speaks directs 75¢ out of every dollar raised to autism research, awareness and outreach.

    My personal fundraising goal is $250. I am well on my way. Please help me reach my goal by making a donation. You can make a donation online using the link below or visit the link to my page or my niece's page. My niece is the one who started the team and we're looking for more people who'd like to join us in our walk. Our team is called AGSO Rocks and my Supporter ID is 211726027. You can also use the donation form located on my page to mail a check; please make checks payable to Cure Autism Now and mail to: Autism Speaks/Walk Now for Autism, 5455 Wilshire Blvd, Ste 2250 Los Angeles, CA 90036.

    Thank you for taking an important step in the fight against autism.

    Sincerely,
    Eatmisery

    Friday, April 11, 2008

    Best Of Friends...


    Livie went to the doctor yesterday for her two-year check-up. She is now 27 lbs. and 34 inches tall. This means she's exactly two pounds and one inch taller than Jack was at that same age. In February, Jack had gone for his three-year check-up and his stats were 29 lbs. and 36.5 inches tall. They are currently within a couple pounds and a couple inches of each other! Holy shit!
    I had noticed last week when I was looking at the kids, that Livie was no longer a whole head shorter than him; she was only half a head shorter than him. And it seemed like it happened overnight. All of a sudden, she began growing...and growing...and growing. I better check her shoes to make sure they still fit!
    While at the doctor, Livie freaked out and shook with fright and cried and cried when the doctor came in the room. She just kept screaming, "I need Jack, Mommy! I need Jack!" She was able to calm down and once she did, she was fabulous. She pulled out a couple of her charming tricks for the doctor and did a great job. She even let him check her mouth and opened really wide, something he remarked that he didn't see too often. He said she did better than a lot of two-year-olds he sees. She has to go for a lead test because she has to have two on file; she's already done one. The problem is that the hospital no longer does the blood work per our insurance. We now have to see an outside lab for the blood work. Gah. Fucking HMO. Other than that, Livie is in picture perfect health and I am grateful.

    The picture above is of Jack and Liv playing in my Mom's kitchen sink last weekend. They were both sharing a stool to stand on; he's on his toes and she's not. I love how her arm is around him. She truly is a loving, caring child and they are the best of friends.

    Thursday, April 10, 2008

    How To Really Love A Child...

    This poster hangs (framed) on a wall near a window in my class at Jack's "school." It gives me so much perspective on life through the eyes of a small child. Click on the picture to see it larger and clearer. It should be something that hangs in every doctor's office, every teacher's classroom, and every parent's home.
    As adults, we are constantly battling daily routines and worried by all things that pertain to us as adults. Children have such an innocence about them. If we stop to read this poster and look at the world, even just for one minute, through a child's eyes, maybe...just maybe...we can all gain a little perspective on what's really important in life.
    Read the poster.

    Wednesday, April 09, 2008

    I Miss Them Already...

    My friend E and her daughter M were in town for the past few days, visiting my lovely city. Since I live in the third largest city in the U.S., I'm sure they're exhausted from all the sights, sounds, and foods they took in while they were here. They came over Monday evening for dinner and played like mad with my kids and the dog. It was a fun time had by all. (Pictures will follow; I have an awesome picture of Liv with M.) They'll be on their way back to the Sunshine State shortly and we'll miss them. In fact, when Jack and Liv woke up yesterday morning, they asked for them right away.
    I am so fortunate to have had the pleasure of meeting these wonderful ladies. I wish it could've lasted forever. All I know is that people cross each other's paths for a reason. Sometimes we know that reason right away; sometimes it takes a while to figure it out. Either way, it's nice to know that you're not alone sometimes and that someone out there "gets" you.
    Have a safe trip home, E and M. Big Brown is in need of some lovin'.

    Tuesday, April 08, 2008

    Happy Birthday, Livie!...

    I can't believe Livie is two years old today. Two years old.

    My baby turns two today. Sniff, sniff, sigh...
    She is the kind of kid that can walk into a room and light it up. She has it, whatever it is you call it. She's sparkly, bold, and very much her Mother's daughter. And I don't know what I'd do without her. She makes every single day brighter and a whole lot more fun.

    I love you, Livie! You keep bringing out the good in me and everyone else who comes your way.

    Monday, April 07, 2008

    A Snarky Moment...




    Oh, how I love these motivational posters!

    Sunday, April 06, 2008

    The Mommy Song...

    Yesterday was a rough day for both kids. Jack didn't want to be without his Mommy at "school" and Liv didn't want to be without Jack or Mommy. There were many, many meltdowns over the course of three hours. Both kids were out of sync and kept singing "The Mommy Song." You know that song...the only word in it is, "Mommy."
    Some days are diamonds and some are stone. We did the best we could and that's my mantra for the day.

    Saturday, April 05, 2008

    Happy Birthday To My Sister!...

    Although she's currently on her way to Florida, I don't think she'll see this post. I just wanted to let the world know that it's her birthday today and I am so happy she's My Sister!
    This picture was taken at one her favorite places, Wrigley Field.

    Friday, April 04, 2008

    Chaos, Mommy, Chaos...

    Livie pronounces the word crayons as chaos. Judging by the multicolored contents of her diapers lately, I would say she's right on the money with that word.


    Crayons, in this house, are chaos. Would anyone care to see a picture? Um, yeah. I didn't think so.

    On a sweeter note, I was in the kitchen the other day when I heard a tiny voice say, "Mommy, will you please blow up this balloon?" For a split second, I thought, "Where is that voice coming from and who is it?" I looked down to see that it was, in fact, Jack. At that very moment, I sat on the floor, hugged him hard, and told him he could have as many balloons as he wanted. Anyone who reads this blog regularly understands why. There's just nothing sweeter to me than the sound of his voice.

    Thursday, April 03, 2008

    Getting Testy...


    You Have a Choleric Temperament



    You are a person of great enthusiasm - easily excited by many things.

    Unsatisfied by the ordinary, you are reaching for an epic, extraordinary life.

    You want the best. The best life. The best love. The best reputation.

    You posses a sharp and keen intellect. Your mind is your primary weapon.

    Strong willed, nothing can keep you down. Your energy can break down any wall.

    You're an instantly passionate person - and this passion gives you an intoxicating power over others.

    At your worst, you are a narcissist. Full of yourself and even proud of your faults.

    Stubborn and opinionated, you know what you think is right. End of discussion.

    A bit of a misanthrope, you often see others as weak, ignorant, and inferior.



    Your Hidden Talent



    You have the power to persuade and influence others.

    You're the type of person who can turn a whole room around.

    The potential for great leadership is there, as long as you don't abuse it.

    Always remember, you have a lot more power over people than you might think!



    Your Inner Color is Purple



    Your Personality: You're a dreamer and visionary. You believe you were put on this earth to do something great.

    You in Love: You're very passionate but often too busy for love. You need a partner who sees your vision and adopts it as their own.

    Your Career: You need a job that helps you make a difference. You have a bright future as a guru, politician, teacher, or musician.

    Wednesday, April 02, 2008

    Do You Know What Today Is?...

    On December 18, 2007 the United Nations General Assembly adopted Resolution 62/139 declaring April 2 as World Autism Awareness Day (WAAD) in perpetuity. This UN resolution is one of only three official disease-specific United Nations Days and will bring the world's attention to autism, a pervasive disorder that affects tens of millions.

    Did you know…?

    *Autism affects as many as 1 in 150 children and 1 in 94 boys.
    *Autism is the fastest-growing serious developmental disability in the world .
    *More children will be diagnosed with autism this year than with diabetes, cancer, & AIDS combined.
    *Boys are four times more likely than girls to have autism.
    *There is no medical detection or cure for autism, but early diagnosis and intervention improve outcomes.
    *Autism does not discriminate by geography, class, or ethnicity.

    Autism is the fastest growing developmental disorder, affecting 1 in 150 children born today. Despite the high prevalence and growing health care costs associated with caring for a child with autism, autism research receives less than 5% of the research funding of many other, less prevalent, childhood diseases.

    The entire month of April is Autism Awareness Month. With the rate of autism being so high, don't you think you should learn more about it?

    Tuesday, April 01, 2008

    If I Were...

    If I were a direction I’d be… West.

    If I were furniture I’d be… a settee.

    If I were a liquid I’d be… water.

    If I were a sin I’d be… lust.

    If I were a gem/stone I’d be… a garnet.

    If I were a metal I’d be… platinum.

    If I were a tree I’d be… a magnolia.

    If I were a fruit I’d be… a Granny Smith apple.

    If I were a flower I’d be… a carnation.

    If I were weather I’d be… a torrential downpour.

    If I were a musical instrument I’d be… a piano.

    If I were an element I’d be… fire.

    If I were a color I’d be… slate blue.

    If I were an animal I’d be… a Labrador Retriever.

    If I were a sound I’d be… thousands of fans cheering.

    If I were a lyric I’d be… "I've Got You Under My Skin."

    If I were a song I’d be… "Rio."

    If I were a music type I’d be… ragtime.

    If I were a perfume/cologne I’d be…. patchouli.

    If I were a feeling I’d be… warmth.

    If I were food I’d be… an onion.

    If I were a city I’d be… Chicago.

    If I were a taste I’d be… curry.

    If I were a scent I’d be… steak on the grill.

    If I were a word I’d be… anemone.

    If I were a verb I’d be… do.

    If I were an object I’d be… a wind chime.

    If I were a piece of clothing I’d be… slippers.

    If I were a body part I’d be… the quadriceps.

    If I were an facial expression I’d be… The Mom Look.

    If I were a cartoon character I’d be… Lucy from Peanuts.

    If I were a movie I’d be… The Breakfast Club.

    If I were a geometrical figure I’d be… a trapezoid.

    If I were one of the 4 seasons I’d be… autumn.

    If I were a sentence I’d be… "'Can't' is not an option."

    What would YOU be?