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This post is from from my other blog here 
It''s that time again. This month I was so taken by a post at Left Handed Trees and Other Lies that I chose it for the June''s Perfect Post Award at Suburban Turmoil. The photograph that accompanied the post could have alone won it for me. But there''s much more to it that that. I wrote a little something about it over at my ClubMom blog Picture This. So go read C. Delia''s heartbreakingly beautiful words at Left Handed Trees and then click over to Picture This to read about why it touched me so. Thanks for participating in the gush-fest. |
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This post is from from my other blog here Are You MomReady?Check out MomReady today. They''ve featured my books under their Hot Product category. God, it feels good to be "Hot".   And if you haven''t signed up for their daily newletter, just do it. It''s cool. |
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This post is from from my other blog here This post is for Mom-101. She said she tagged me for the ''stuff you hate meme'' because I''m "so upbeat all the time". Is that supposed to be a complement? So now, in true David Letterman fashion, I give you my top 10 list of the things I hate. And I don''t even need an alter-ego to list them because even us upbeat people can hate stuff. 10. I hate it when my feet feel dirty. 9. I hate going to the dentist. 8. I hate it when I can''t find matching socks. 7. I hate chewed gum-it''s a phobia thing. 6. I hate having chapped lips. 5. I hate weak coffee. 4. I hate when I can''t find my slippers, because I hate having cold feet. 3. I hate being late. Especially when it''s for something important. 2. I H.A.T.E. when women are catty. and the #1 thing that I hate is...drumroll please... when I feel totally out of control of my 3-year-old. (symbol crash!)Sorry you asked? Now it''s my turn. I tag Kirsten, Nancy, and Janeen. |
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This post is from from my other blog here WheelsSo far this summer, Iris has mastered riding her tricycle. And yes, she''s wearing snowflake pants in June. I know.  Luckily her super-skill has coincided with Julia''s enthusiasm about her new beach cruiser. Yes, I know I shot directly into the sun. I know.  Besides getting some well-needed exercise, this can only mean one thing; walks around and around the neighborhood. A few times a day even, if you can imagine. I''m a big fan of the great outdoors. I just don''t get out as often as I should. Until now. With the bikes, comes the need for adult supervision. I guess that means me. Indeed, it does. And resistance is futile because I''m not good with whining and if I try to put the over-zealous little Lance Armstongs off, well, there''s lots of it. I must succumb to the call of the wild. And if you''re reading a little reluctance here, you''re reading right. Which is really so ridiculous because it never fails that when we''ve come home after a summer saunter (that''s what I do, I saunter, while the girls put their ''pedals'' to the metal) I always feel refreshed, revived and ready to run back to my computer and blog about it. I''m hopeless. I know. **mama says om |
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Well, summer vacation has officially begun. Yesterday was the first day my daughter had no school and it was just the three of us girls hanging together on a Monday. First on the agenda, early morning swimming lessons for Iris. She's not too fond of the lessons considering they are of the "tough love" variety. Meaning they make her go under the water and then teach her to float on her back alone. It's a "safety approach". Now you can understand why seh doesn't like to go. But, she goes anyway (there's no choice there) and by the end of the lesson she is happy and proud and yelling to he sister (who got to watch because, remember, she's on vacation), "Did you seeeee me? Did you seeee me??".
Then we head to our local Aquarium, which is always a great time. Watching the fish, feeding the hungry and aggressive birds (not my favorite), playing with sea lions and petting the rays and sharks. What's not to love? Except those birds!
And then home for lunch. And it's only 12:30. And I have work to do and hope I can do it. But these kids of mine just mope around and stare at me and moan that there's nothing to do. Because it seems that a fun morning out is just not enough to satiate two girls on summer vacation. Great. When does school start again?
So, here's my oldest and myself first thing this morning (photography by a 3 year old). I'm the tired one and the one in the robe? She's the one who can't wait to get busy and seize the day. She's already made me pancakes (god love her!). SO, what's in store for us today? Grandma's coming to take two excited girls somewhere fabulous. And me? I couldn't be happier!! |
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This post is from from my other blog here How Do You Spell Schwag?
If you''re asking me, I''d say M-I-N-T-I. But if you''re asking my 8-year-old she''d spell it like this, "schwag, S-C-H-W-A-G, schwag" because she''s the Third Grade Spelling B Champ! Yes, folks, the accolades just keep coming. Last week, student of the month, this week, first place in the Spelling B. Pretty incredible! And me?? Well, I''m just basking in the glow of her amazingness and sporting my new Minti Schwag. Insleeves even. Where''s my lighter? 
Yes, this is me and not a Cafe Press model although I''m pretty sure this pose was inspired by one.This is beginning to resemble a coat tails story. I''m riding my daughter''s, as I am known around town now as Julia''s Mom and doing the same with Minti a little bit too I guess. See, I''ve signed on as a Minti Ambassador (what tha?). A pretty cool title I guess, only second to a Bad-Ass-ador. I mean, I can capitalize it if I want, right?. There''s something. Here''s the sitch- I get to be involved with the super cool parenting community at Minti and offer advice (do I ever shut up?) and get awards for it...yes awards! Go check it out. I''m telling you it''s the funnest thing. You become a member (takes like one second) and then you get to write advice, answer pleas for help,post goodies at your very own Minti blog, and they award you these really awesome virtual awards (medals and patches) kinda like a Girl (or Boy) Scout thing. It''s pretty fun and as pathetic as it may sound, an ego boost. I obviously am still scarred from never being a Scout so this helps me fill the void of growing up patchless. Anyway, I''m all crazy-addicted and won''t be satisfied until I collect ALL OF THE PATCHES. Yikes. Now, I''m scaring myself and my children and you. Anyway, I''m just going to help them spread the good Minti word, that''s all. Because, I really don''t have enough on my plate these days so I figured, ''what the hey''? So, as far as formalities, you can call me Mrs. Ambassador (Ambassador for short) or Julia''s Mom. I''ll answer to any of them. |
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This post is from from my other blog here It''s Belly TimeWell, looky here. In keeping in step with my labor and delivery reflections, Stacy at Frankly Pregnant posted "Tracey''s Belly Shot". A whole post dedicated to little (I mean BIG) ol'' me. Well, Iris was in there too so I can''t take all the credit. Three years and a few days ago, I looked like THIS. Talk about other worldly. While you''re there, browse around. She''s got some great stuff on her site like, let''s say, my books , on her list of top pregnancy picks (thanks Stacy!) and her book which you should buy immediately. And hey, look who else is singing her praises! |
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My "baby" is three year old today. Everyday with her is a new adventure. She is fiesty, funny, bright, and breathtakingly beautiful. She lives every moment in vibrant color. She is a blessing and a gift. Happy Birthday darling girl.
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This post is from from my other blog here 
Three Years Ago Today
I remember a new house, unpacked boxes, a newly painted nursery, and a hand me down crib.
I remember feeling overwhelmed.
I remember feeling big and uncomfortable.
I remember fear, loneliness, and isolation.
I remember having support and love, unconditional love.
I remember taking pictures and timing contractions at Julia''s end-of-the-year Kindergarten party.
I remember resting on the couch, quite and calm, alone in my house while my family celebrated at a graduation party.
I remember knowing it was almost time.
I remember shuffling Julia off to her grandparents house knowing that the next time we would see her it would be to introduce her to her baby sister.
I remember it felt very surreal.
I remember feeling much older than I did five years prior when I had Julia.
I remember waiting in the hallway of the labor wing for over an hour before being checked in.
I remember it being strangely still and desolate in the hospital.
I remember the room where I labored and not feeling at home there.
I remember pain.
I remember using the bed rail to grab onto as I labored on my side.
I remember being angry and short-tempered.
I remember refusing an epidural.
I remember more pain.
I remember knowing when it was time to push.
I remember using my anger to my advantage in pushing.
I remember my determination was unlike any I had ever known.
I remember fear, anxiety, and exhaustion.
I remember being in so much pain after Iris was born that I couldn''t even see her.
I remember the doctor cutting the cord without asking my husband, to his heartbreaking disappointment.
I remember seeing him with Iris as they weighed her and wrapped her. I remember him holding her, talking to her, adoring her.
I remember whimpering and crying because of the intense and continual pain.
I remember my mother coming in and demanding someone to attend to me. I remember me not understanding why I was still in pain.
I remember hearing the doctor comment I was full of blood clots and being scared.
I remember finally holding my tiny daughter with a knowing; a calmness and quiet, recognizing her somehow.
I remember being wheeled down the hall to my room, cradling her, not feeling like she was new to me, but as if I had held her before.
I remember sleeping in the hospital bed and waking to her stirring, confident in knowing what she needed from me and how to give it to her.
I remember nurses and pediatricians and lactation consultants.
I remember the congestion in her tiny nostrils that made her snort and snore.
I remember being a tireless mother despite my exhaustion.
I remember feeling drained, fatigued, weary, old, relieved, blessed, calm, and deeply in love with my daughter and although she was merely hours old, I remember feeling as if I had always known her.
Happy Third Birthday Iris.
I love you more than I can say.
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When my youngest was about 18 months old she began drawing circles. She would sit at the table, pen in hand and draw circle after circle on her paper. It was amazing and so beautiful in the most simple way. This drawing is one of my favorites of those circle days. So much so that I scanned it and made gretting cards with it. The front of the 5X7 card had her line drawing and on the back I printed "Circles" by Iris, 20 months old. People loved it. I loved it. What's not to love?  |
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This post is from from my other blog here
In Honor of a Perfect Daughter
I picked Julia up after school today, as usual. I always park along the back side of the school and stand outside my car and wait. She comes out the double doors, disheveled pig-tails, sweater loosely tied around her thin waist, and is always sure to spot me before making the long walk across the blacktop and through the grass field. When we see one another from opposite ends of the playground, we wave big arm waves.
Trotting clumsily, sweaty and tired, she approaches me and passes off her heavy backpack almost before I can even reach it. I gladly take it from her and toss it in the front seat while she climbs into the back of our van. Today she kept the bag herself and commented, "I want to hold it today. I have something to show you." And after we''re buckled in and I start the car, she hands me a large, fancy folder trimmed with gold guilding from the back seat. "Look," she said. I open it and read, "Third Grade Student of the Year" and in calligraphy, "Julia Clark". My heart leapt, and I gasped, "Julia Clark! Oh my gosh! WOW! I can''t believe it. What an honor." She beamed, wearing her big, toothy 8-year-old grin, skin flushed pink with excitement and humbled confidence, "I know. Isn''t it great?"
Great doesn''t begin to describe it. And although I blurted out I couldn''t believe it, the truth is I can. I most certainly can believe that my child was chosen to be celebrated. She is an incredibly bright, kind, thoughtful, creative, talented, hard-working, generous, determined, responsible, sincere, smart, gifted, amazing, and beautiful young girl. I am beyond proud of everything she is and all that she is becoming. I know that all of this is true because I am her mother. What delights me more is that today she was recognized by the world. Her world. I am overjoyed that she was given a moment to hear her name be read out loud in front of all of her friends and had an opportunity to feel so incredibly special without me. I am overwhelmed and so grateful. As a mother, nothing could be better.
Julia Clark is my daughter and today and always, I honor her.
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I've been wanting to begin a new blog here at Minti since my "big win" of the Blogher tickets. However, there's been something holding me back. Writer's block? A form of it I guess. But it's not fear or pressure really. It's just that I look at this gloriously clean and open white space, all for me and I get not only giddy but also intimidated. It's like staring at the first page of a brand new journal or a blank canvas. There's so much potential, it's overwhelming. My tendency is to want to write something great, something perfect but today I'm taking the leap to start, even amidst my reservation because if I wait for something perfect to come, I may never write.
Since today I'm not feeling all that creative (obviously), I'm going to share something wonderful and inspired that my daughter created, just for fun. I'm a visual person, so much of my life is guided by beauty. Lucky for me, my kids offer a lot of it. All kids do in their own way. With this lovely clean slate of a blog here, I might just begin to share some of it with the Universe and that would most definitely include anyone who stumbles across this blog. Maybe it will make you smile, maybe it will inspire. Whatever the case may be, I know I'll enjoy it. I only hope you will too. There can never be too much beauty...
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