tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885209356387676682012-02-06T08:17:06.358-05:00The musings, the wisdom, and the down to earth practical application of life from a mom who has not seen it all but, has seen enough to know that Christ makes all the difference.Big Mommahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11822353568520916333noreply@blogger.comBlogger2521100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488520935638767668.post-50327974120038989082012-02-06T08:17:00.000-05:002012-02-06T08:17:06.371-05:00

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In the mix of my busy week, I can always rely on someone under the age of 18 letting me know how they feel or what's going on inside of their little heads.  Here are some of the funny things I heard this week: 1. "I don't like the fries, they taste too mash potatoe-ish" 2. "Why do I have a winter birthday? Why couldn't I have a summer birthday?" 3. "You look 29". 4.  "I don't like any kind of

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It's the countdown til Dolly's birthday.  Its so hard to believe she was just about a week old in this picture and now she's almost 5!  I can't say that time flew by and just yesterday she was just a baby because truthfully it seems like she was a baby so long ago, like 5 years ago.   I have enjoyed every moment with Dolly.  She has been such an easy baby and toddler. (Can I consider an

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I wish I had the words today, but, I dont. Strong Enough by Stacie Orrico

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The plan was to do Pilates but I ended up at Zumba.  I couldn't take the heat so I left 30 minutes before it was over.  (The class is 60 minutes mind you).  I used to be able to keep up but today I thought I was going to collapse. I  was hungry, weak and felt like my blood sugar was dropping.  I got Dolly from childcare and as I put on her coat she kept hounding me about eating out. I caved in

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The Truth of the matter is is that staying at home while  others on the street go to their respective jobs is just part of the package when you stay at home.  I've been told by many over the years how they either wish they could stay home or they are glad its me and not them.   Here's a little insight to the Stay at home mom (SAHM) life.     If you think I make it look easy- Its only because I

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We are 10 days into the New Year and I didn't quite know what to blog about first.  Should I blog about how our New Years Party went?  Should I blog about, how Me and Dolly sang "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star" a song I haven't sung for years?  Should I blog about how when we were driving down the road and she was trying to figure out the words to that song that the lyrics that rang in my head were

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Its been an interesting week here in my corner of the world.  My babies have been away on vacation, my first vacation without them and I can't wait to squeeze them when they get back. I decided last minute to throw them a little New Years bash.  So I ran out today got a Pinata, some yummie stuff to do a chocolate fondue, stuff for nachos, kid friendly drinks, and a few decorations.  And with any

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When I started this blog years ago, my intention was to keep it real about motherhood & wifehood.  Over the years I have had many struggles.  Which led to me not being able to keep up with my blog like I wanted to.  The truth is the struggle  is not over and life has become increasingly difficult as I am navigating through deep dark waters that I have never been through before.    I am learning

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Dear Sebrena Its been  exactly 1 year since you died.  I  have thought about you everyday.  Some days, the memories have made me laugh, other days, shake my head and wonder why.  Why did you  have to die?  I don't think I am any closer to that answer.  I don't know if it will ever be answered.  I was shocked when I got the phone call that you were gone.  And I could not stop my tears no matter

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I have always loved butterflies.  And for whatever reason I have been thinking about them and their life cycle for the last past day. (as if I don't have enough to think about). It fascinates me because it is so similar to what we experience as human beings, We are born, shed our skin several times during our lives, go through major transitions and stretching periods and finally

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A friend once told me something interesting before:  Bitterness is the only cancer that eats is own container.  Quite often the person who has made you bitter is not even thinking about you.  If they are, your bitterness is still eating you and not them.

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Shame shame Herman Cain?  All I have to say is that if you are running for political office make sure you dish the dirt up front.  I can't say if the rumors are true, I wasn't there, only Herman Cain knows.  And if you have no idea what I'm talking about, do your research on the contenders for the seat of the White House and what is circulating around their campaigns.  All I know is when I take

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Does it really make sense to watch the news-except for the weather?  Are the only things that are of major importance really Kim Kardashian, Michael Jackson & who killed who, what and when? And why are we concentrating of Greece's economy when our focus should be on ours?  Who cares what has happened between J-Lo & her man, Jada & Will, Demi & Ashton et. al. ?  Who cares about who danced with

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Have you ever heard a song or read a passage and thought, "that's exactly what I was thinking"?  A friend recommended I check out Psalm 55 today. As I was reading it this morning, and got through the first seven verses, I said to myself, "that's exactly how I have been feeling".  It was just surprising- if that's the right word, to read how overwhelmed  David felt, how his heart was pounding in

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 I've been a mother  to boys for 8 years (including Noahkeem's 6).  I have yet to get used to the little boy antics. this one was more than an antic though.  Yesterday, I zipped over to Food Lion - a local grocery store that I loathe but go there occasionally for the prices and convenience.  At the check out, one of my sons who will remain nameless asked me to smell the scent of a pack of gum

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So I woke up yesterday believing and trusting and had  several freakout moments and meltdowns... I guess they were all opportunities for me to trust and believe.  Today, I woke up well rested and with a sense of peace. (which was needed).   In our cooking class I taught my students how to make applesauce- yum yum.  And as if cooking at 9am wasn't enough, I came home and made fresh rolls and am

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Hello Monday morning.  I'm holding onto that God can do things far beyond  and abundantly above  all I can ask  for or even think of.  Trusting that He will never let go of me.

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The hardest thing about being a grown up is being a grown up.   With all the joys in life, there is no denying that life is sprinkled with many disappointments.  Some disappointments can not be avoided like death for instance.  People die.  Whether from a long term illness or something unexpected, people die.  And eventually if we live long enough we will see many people die and one day we will

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Sebrena & Me Today is Sebrena's birthday.She would have been 35.  It was 10 months ago that she unexpectedly died. We miss her terribly.  I can still hear her voice in my head and I want her here with us.  I want her here with her friends and family that love her.  I want her to bust through the front door and say, " I'm back!" The truth is  I struggle with grief.  The tears hit me in the

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Its a gorgeous Sunday today.. I have no idea what the temp is.  I promised Noahkeem-since the summer that he could wash my van for $3.  Today is that day.  I told him he could wash it and I will supervise at 3:00pm.   He is super excited and periodically keeps checking in to find out when 3:00pm is and how long it will take to wash the van.  To the best of my ability, I scrubbed down the inside

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Gotta luv social media!  I hopped on Facebook today for a brief second and something caught my eye.  So I posted it!   If only we all took this bit of advise what a different place our world would be. 

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As much as this is place is a platforms of confessions of a stay at home mom, I am always reluctant to share deeper stuff with those who read this blog.  I have several posts that are saved but not yet posted.  I have posts waiting in the wings of my mind.  I have posts that are nestled in the privacy of my journal.   I will say this much.  Life has been difficult.  We often give the appearance

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My blog is just one big smorgasbord of  whatever is going on in my head and outside of my head.  Some days its heavy, some days its light.  I once read that you should pick a theme for your blog and stick to it.  I can't seem to do that with this one.  This blog is what it is.  My confessions, my opinions, my happenings, my highs and a few lows.  Today's special for the day is entitled:

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My sister, "Gigi" and her friend, "Ness" were here for a visit from the west coast and we had many great dinners together.  Last Sunday my sister made Gyozas-  a.k.a. pot stickers.  Somewhere between Saturday and Sunday the hunt was on at an Asian market to get ingredients.  After multiple trips to the store, our meal was on the table. The kids made their usual, "this is foreign to me, I'm not

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I sometimes see Jesus as a slot machine.  If we are truthful, alot of us at one time or another has seen Him as a slot machine.  We pull the arm, hoping we get the highest yielding images all in a row.  And we pull and pull on the arm until the Jesus Machine comes through or until  we feel our luck has run out and the game is over.  We hope and hope and hope that things will be different in life

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I always wondered about all of the guests at the World Trade Center Marriott.  You never really heard anything about them in the news.  I recently found out all but  around 40 out of the 900 plus registered guests and employees made it out.  Some where already gone for the day.  Others left out when they heard the plane crash into the first tower.  There is a website dedicated to the 9/11 World

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I don't know what frame of mind I'll be in on 9/11/12 so, I am blogging about  my 9/11 memories today.    On 9/11/2001, after my husband left for work in Manhattan, I turned on the TV downstairs and started my day.  I sometimes liked the background noise while Cookie played and we began our day.  That morning I recall standing in front of the TV, and news broke across the screen and there they

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If we are not who we say we are,  aren't we all hypocrites?  The huge fear that so many of us struggle with is that if we show our true colors, our "friends" will reject us.  The truth is is that none of us are perfect but often we feel this pressure to be perfect.  For whatever reason if we are perfect, people will like us, admire us, want to be like us and more importantly, accept us.  The

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There was an article in today's paper about dealing with bullies.  I didn't have the patience to read it so I decided to write my own article about bullies and offer my "No Tolerance" Policy. No Tolerance Policy for Bullies at School, Bus Stop, Play Ground etc.Prosecute Them.  Bring criminal charges against them.  That will wake them up!  What they are doing is criminal activity. Harassing,

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Since the end of June, I have been looking for a job.  I already committed to teaching at Cookies enrichment program  but, it is not a full time position.  Needless to say I joined millions of Americans searching for adequate employment and it has been very frustrating.  I have submitted tons of applications and have either gotten no response or a lame response or a "you're not qualified response

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I officially missed the second hurricane to hit our area in 8 years. Eight years ago we evacuated for Hurricane Isabel, and 4 days ago we left town right before Hurricane Irene got here.  Thankfully there was no damage to our house, no trees toppled in our yard, and our roof is still in tact.  There was a water main break on our cul-de sac and power outage for three hours, tremendous rain and

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Yes its true, there was an earthquake today on the east coast. And yes, my house did shake.  In other parts of the state damage was reported but, I am happy to say that we are safe and sound. Of course my mind raced and reflected on the Bible verse that says that in the last days there will be earthquakes in diverse places.  Can I assume we are living in the last days?

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This weekend was the "grand opening" of a commuter train in our area, appropriately named the Tide.  From Friday til Sunday night, all rides were free.  So instead of church, I took the kidderinos  to one of the stations- in the blazing sun, and waited about 30 minutes to board the "light rail".  So what did I think?  I wondered what the whole point was and who will actually be using it?  It  has

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I don't know why I tried to enforce computer time in the first place, the chart I made indicating whose computer time it was at what time is gone! AND Dolly-who is 4 I might add, seems to know how to get on PBS Kids and time she feels like it.  Everyone abuses computer time!  I tried securing a password on the thing but, that didn't work because the password screen never pops up. Short of

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I don't care about what other bloggers say bout not owing their readers an explanation about why they haven't posted in over a month... Here is mine: Ive been busy.. and  my little blog although I though about it, had absolutely no precious time to post anything about anything. So to bring everyone up to speed here are my random thoughts. after 5 1/2 years of sitting in the hallway, my wood

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While leaving a museum in the spring me and the kids made a pit stop at a park.  This sign was as big as day I had to post the picture of it. Late last night I went to Starbucks for an unreasonably expensive coffee. Which by the way was good to the last drop.  I bought my ipod and a magazine to read but, couldn't bear to sit in the clearly loved over sized velvet green chairs.  All I could

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No this is not my home but, it looks neat and organized.  A couple of weeks ago I went on a quest to make my life and home more @ peace.  And to me that means taking care of less stuff.  I have been nesting and purging like crazy and over the last week I made about 3-4 trips to the thrift store to unload my loads and get to a place where I am enjoying my space.  So last night I organized all of

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I can not believe that I haven't blogged in nearly a month! I can't imagine what I've been doing with all of my time.  I dare not play catch-up because, half of the stuff that was worth blogging about has long been forgotten so, I'll have to start with today.  This morning I lugged a 13 gallon garbage bag full of little people clothing to the thrift store along with my 8 year companion- and no ,

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It was  a wonderful 90 plus degrees today and I say that sarcastically.  Most of the day we were schooling and after school zipped out to the Y so that I can join another Y change group.  Much to my surprise, I am at my goal weight- well really,  2 pounds over my goal weight and my waist is only 1 inch bigger than it was in high school! Yeah Me!  I still however have to carve out the me time to

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Before having children, I dreamed of the perfect picture of what my life would be like surrounded by little ones.  I'd bake cookies, spin them around in my arms, their outfits would be immaculate,and color coordinated and their hair in place.  My house would be clean-all of the time, the table set with fine linen and china (that the kids would handle so gently as not to break it), and they all

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Over the last past school year, I was faced with a myriad of decisions, problems, highs, lows, and successes.  But, such is life, right?  A few things that I come to know to be true that I can not gloss over that I learned from various sources are: "Friends don't let friends mother alone" MOPS. People who don't know the full story of your life fill in the  blanks (with usually their imagined

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So it's official, I fell off the Y change wagon.  I haven't been feeling 100 percent so, I haven't been eating tons but, I also haven't really been exercising either.  On top of that, I rearranged my schedule so that I could be at my Y change session but, totally forgot to write it in my calender, ended up going to an appointment that had been rescheduled and ended up my Ychange meeting.  I guess

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I started the "Ychange" fitness program at my  local YMCA and much to my dismay after logging in one days worth of meals, I discovered that I took in 1000 calories more than what I was supposed to.   I'm not over weight, I just want to loose a tiny bit, but, the trainer seems to think that my weight goal was unreasonably healthy since my body fat is already less than 25%.  (I guess the rest

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We've been plugging away with school and are trying to wrap things up -at least for Rocco & Cookie in 5 weeks.  Today however we are eating a big kahuna breakfast and tackling Mt. Laundry, then off to drums and art.  I seems that high winds are in the area today and last evening there were a number of Tornado watches on the tele which I missed because I was playing bus driver up until 10:30pm.

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One thing I dread in public is when one of my little people has to use the potty and the only option is the dreaded porta-potty.  This light blue castle (most of the time), sends my gag reflex reeling into a place beyond control.  Okay maybe I'm exaggerating.  I can't stand these blue bins of germs because usually they are filthy, splattered with urine on the seat and floor, and most of all reeks

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2 Nights ago. Rocco had his first drum showcase.  It was an awesome concert put together by his drum teacher.  There was a high school marching band present, and music students from 5 different schools his teacher teaches at. The room was overflowing with talent and creativity.  Rocco is a beginner student but, not a beginner to rhythm.  When he was 15 months old he caught my attention.  I

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Last night while Cookie was at chorus, I decided to go to Walmart.  It was my first trip to this particular Walmart.  It was fairly new and my shopping started off very happy and carefree.  (The rest of my crew was with their dad).  I got paper goods and a couple of snacks.  Upon leaving out of the store-to go pick up Cookie, I noticed that it was raining and the wind was blowing.  Before I could

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Today upon coming down stairs I saw my boys in front of the TV watching The 3 Stooges.  I was shocked! First of all we had the  "Don't go downstairs and turn the TV on when you wake up" talk, a couple of days ago and I was surprised because they actually were laughing at the funny parts.   I was too busy watching to see if they were really getting the jokes, I didn't even bother turning it off.

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An interesting episode happened at Target today. 1 of the 4 went AWAL (absent without a leave-also known as, leaving the group with out permission because I want to).  Somewhere between my driveway and my parking space at any particular store, I remind my people how to behave and how not to behave when we go inside the store;usually they obey.  Today, a couple of kids that I mother decided that

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Today before I took Cookie & Rocco to their activities we went to Panera to pick Bagels up for lunch.  6 bagels, 1 lemonade, 1 pumpkin muffie, &; 2 ounces of cream cheese. $11.00+!  What takes the cake is that the order was only $5& change prior to getting the muffie, the drink and the cream cheese. "how much was the cream cheese?  $1.25,  2 lousy ounces! @ ounces is about 4 tablespoons.  So I

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No matter what role you play, there will always be naysayers.  It's up to you to decide who's voice you will listen to. 

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Did I already mention that I hate long car rides?  Everyone did pretty good, in light of the fact that the DVD player kept going back to the beginning of the video mid movie.  So out of  the 15 plus videos we bought with us, the kids probably only got to watch a full 2. The last 30 minutes of the trip turned in to 1 hour because of major traffic congestion due to an accident on the bridge we were

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I spent 8 hours in the car yesterday driving/riding to our little getaway destination.  I ended up getting a little car sick and had a headache that lasted nearly til bed time.  After we arrived I had a late lunch, and laid down for about 3 hours.  My birthday dinner consisted of a lovey cut of fish (don't ask me what kind) with either panko crust or some kind of crust on the outside, roasted

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This is the cake I made for Dolly for her 3rd birthday, last year, obviously she is a princess! Yes the day is almost here. 2 days to be exact and I will be another year younger.  I have a lot to celebrate this year.  I have my health, and life, my children, a great arts & craft class that I teach, and a couple of opportunities brewing-more about that later.   So far the best early birthday

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This is the model that Noahkeem likes best. Noahkeem has been talking about buying an RV when he is an adult and living next door to us.  I wouldn't dare tell him our association does not permit RVs to be parked in our neighborhood.  Nevertheless, he talks about his plans of proud RV ownership nearly everyday. Yesterday we took him to an open house at a RV dealership.  He had the time of his

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I knew I wasn't crazy!  Looking back on my life, and the lives of countless others, the teen years have proven to be some of the most trying.  As a Christian Mom, I have come to feel and believe over the years all the "normal stuff"  that teenagers go through are not "normal".  I have been socialized to believe that dating, heartbreak, rejections, "finding out who you are" and a whole lot of

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I hate to admit this but, for the first time in over 8 years I went and got food from McDonald's. The only reason why I went that time was because I was pregnant and was craving a filet-o-fish.  Which by the way are 2 for $3 right now.   As I drove into the parking lot, I said under my breath, "I can't believe I'm doing this".  Cookie of course asked why, and I told her because, I vowed I would

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Okay, here is a picture of what my Nubian Knots look like at the moment.  I tend to unravel them and thus they are more like Nubian Waves. Getting on with the post at hand, I have been wondering, how many times will I hear the question: "Mommy, when is your birthday?".  I keep sending my little people to the calender to count the days til that infamous day. The other questions that keep

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I found a fabulous recipe in Real Simple Magazine for curried chicken and I ripped it out today because of course, I was gonna make it.  Much to my dismay at 2 something in the afternoon I read through the recipe and it said that it was suppose to "simmer" in the crock pot for 7-8 hours.  What was I thinking?  When I first got this issue, I knew the recipe was intended for slow cookers.  But

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My birthday is this month and I almost have to psych myself up so that I am comfortable with next age before it gets here.  Luckily, I don't look my age so friends are usually shocked when I break down and confess my true age. I have given up on getting the big ticket items on my birthday list and have resolved just to get those myself.  I guess what I really want this year is a carrot cake- with

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At my moms meeting last week, someone brought a box of Krispy Kreme Donuts for the group.  I haven't had a donut  since last summer.  I cut one of the glazed donuts in half and left the other one in the box.  It was love after first bite.  It was soft and sweet!  Glazed donuts never tasted so good.  After about 3 cups of decaf w/ 1/3c of flavored cream in each, something clicked in my brain in

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I rarely blog on a Sunday but, was just feeling like I should publicly give God glory for all He has done for me. I always tell people about how God is concerned about every little detail of our lives. Today someone (Yes someone, because I don't know their name), reminded me that every hair on our head is numbered by God, every one of them he assigns a number to. Would it then be inconceivable

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Today we reached the predicted 60 degrees and we loved it! The fam exchanged valentines while, I set up for class. The class came decorated cookies, giggled, sang, ate cookies, played a game, laughed, got creative, and went home. I then rushed Cookie to a party, came home and fed kids #2, 3, and 4, went to Park Day w/ our home school group, left, picked up Cookie, went back to Park Day and

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After much contemplation and deciding against a boy cut, I decided to do Nubian knots- on my own. It took about 4 hours. I am pretty happy with the results.Yet 2 weeks later and it is time to retouch them. Otherwise I would take a pic now and upload it. Unfortunately the only pics I have when it was first done are on my camera phone and I don't have the mini usb cord to upload them my blog.

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I got to the Y a little before 9 today because Noahkeem's team meets a half hour before games to practice. As we rushed into the gym much to my surprise none of the kids had the same jersey as him. I was 1 hour early! I couldn't believe it! It was deja vu! Just 2 weeks prior, I told Big D the wrong time for Rocco's game so he ended up not making it. After looking at the clock once again, I

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Yesterday Dolly turned four! It is so amazing just to think that 4 years ago she was the size of a loaf of bread and now she's walking, talking, singing, dancing, and letting it be known that she is on the scene. I was told the more kids you have the shorter the labor- WRONG! I went to the hospital with Dolly at 6:30, expecting her to be born any minute, she wasn't born until 6:30 that evening

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It was 71 degrees today and it felt good. Especially given that a huge part of our country is covered in snow. There is no sun but, its warm. And warm is good. After chores and a little bookwork to keep the brain happy, I let the little people go outside and take advantage of the warmth. From what I hear it will be in the 40s if not lower tomorow. At the encouragement of a friend, I'm

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Today is week 2 of me finally teaching my art class. I am blessed to have a great group of kids from the neighborhood. We had a lot of fun today painting rocks. Some time during the day, the sky got grey. I didn't know if it would snow or rain. But I knew one thing, I miss my girl who passed away. I actually thought that she was going to be calling me any minute or drive down my street in

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I'm staying positive and trusting in my faith. Even though I miss my girl, each day gets better, little by little.On to New Years Resolutions- First Never make these in January. Second Never make these. But when someone asks what my New Years Resolution is I think to myself and keep the real ones a secret. The few things I hope to do this year are: rid myself of all debt to the

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A few days before Christmas one of my dearest and closest friends passed away. It was sudden and unexpected. She was an awesome girl! We met a little over 7 years ago and immediately clicked. She was one of the very few "sister friends" that I have. She loved my kids and she was a wonderful auntie to them. Rocco would sometimes ask me, "Mommy, is she really your sister and I would

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I've heard many people say that they don't do the Christmas Tree thing because Christmas is about Jesus. With all the commercialization of Christmas, and gifts and sales Jesus doesn't seem to get any glory- with the exception of a Cantata here or a pageant there. So they would rather not get hyped up about a tree at all. Even in the craziness in the season, I see God all around us. The legend

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In the midst of getting ready for all the holiday cheer, I sat down to eat. Dolly came over to me and I was certain she was going to ask me for something on my plate. I looked at her and she touched my face and began tracing it with her little fingers. She then said, "I'm falling in love with you". How precious is that ?

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It's that time of year again when I compile my Thankful List. I am thankful to God for so many things. The list below is not necessary in order of importance.I am Thankful forMy IpodI TunesDecaf Mocha Lattes after a hard day at workMy Zojiruishi Bread Machine- Need I say more?My Beloved Crock PotMy Freedom to brainwash/home educate my kidsMy LakeMy HammockMy PianoMy Kids who make me laugh, cry,

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Okay. So last week from Sunday to Sunday, my count was, (Drum Roll Please!) 282.3 miles! Can you believe it? So in total I have driven over 800 miles in the last 22 days! That's on average a little over 36 miles a day. I decided that it would probably make sense for me to keep extra water, snacks, & reading material, in the van since I'm spending a huge chunk of time there. Maybe I should

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Out of curiosity I set the odometer to clock how many miles I drive in a given week. Much to my surprise the distance I drove was equivalent to a 4 hour trip.The first week of November I drove 381 miles! Yes you read correctly 381 ! That includes 1 meeting, 1 soccer practice, 1 trip to the grocery store, 1 birthday party, 3 choral rehearsals, 2 choral concerts, 2 round trips to co-op and

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I can't believe its been 12 days since my last post. I have to get cooking with my digital camera so I can upload photos to this venue! Thursday proved to be one of the most funniest cooking adventures of 2010. We decided to make waffles on a tight time crunch and I enlisted Cookies help. I told her to mix the dry ingredients and I then poured the wet ingredients in. I heard Cookie and Dolly

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I was in Noahkeem & Rocco's room this afternoon when I heard a familiar melodic tune coming down the street. It was the tune of the Ice cream Man; That little music box sound just seems to entice all little kids outside or at least to the window. As he slowly glided down the cul-de-sac in his bright yellow ice cream mobile, blasting his theme song, I glanced at him hovering over the steering

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I had Rocco come inside today after setting my car alarm off- on purpose. He apologized moments later and asked for forgiveness. (Of course I forgave him). In between all that, I had a phone call and I took it upstairs. When I returned back down, and walked into the kitchen I felt a wet little puddle of fruit punch under my feet. Dolly had no problem blowing the whistle and telling me Rocco

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There I said it.. I'm stressing big time! I refuse to be labeled as perfect christian homeschool mom who has it all together. If it seems as though I do, it is an illusion. You cant judge a person by a glimpse you see on Sunday morning at church or on a 2 hour social outing. Or you can judge and compare and feel that you don't measure up. With life comes stress whether you have one child or

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Tuesdays are by far the busiest "home"school day we have.. Cookie goes to lunch, Chapel, Musical Theatre, Bible Club, and Piano. When that is over I zoom to pick her up and have a 2 hour window then I drop her off to chorus for 2 hours. By the time we get back home it's between 8:30 or 9:00 at night. While she is out Rocco, Noahkeem & Dolly do math, grammar reading and laundry. Noahkeem

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There is just something yummy about slice and bake cookies. But also something mysterious. It never fails. I will by one role with the goal of getting 4 dozen out of it. Which isn't very hard. I just use one scoop per cookie ( a small cereal spoon size). I made 2 dozen little chocolate chip cookies in the last 24 hours. One batch for coffee and girl time, I had with a neighbor, the other

Big Mommahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11822353568520916333noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488520935638767668.post-82339027322543824922010-09-21T22:45:00.003-04:002010-09-21T22:54:21.948-04:00

Yesterday was hairy. But as the day came to a close and it was time to go out to celebrate my 13th wedding anniversary, things smoothed themselves out. Big D and I went to a little spot in Towne Center and the kiddos swam in the heated pool at the Cosmo -supervised of course.Yet, in the midst of the "crazy" though, I was sitting at my computer- trying to do "work" and I overheard Rocco "

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I finally saw a bathroom that I fell in love with and have been stalking the site for days now just to find out today that they took it down/or can not be found over at Rate My Space. So annoying! But, I have a plan.. I know what paints and supplies I need and I'm putting it all in my idea note book and that will be Big D's anniversary gift to me. On Monday we will be officially married for 13

Big Mommahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11822353568520916333noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488520935638767668.post-87123282908078837472010-09-12T19:00:00.005-04:002010-09-12T19:26:15.962-04:00

I don't know why I feel I have to title my posts and hope that at the end of it, the title matches the content. Anywho, it was a great cloudy day in my little neck of the woods. I did manage to catch up on some sleep. a 3hr uber power nap. Much needed as I battle crazy insomnia at times. (Are those violin's I hear in the distance?)I have tons of little projects running around in my brain

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I can't figure out if this is week 1 or 2 of our little homeschool de cul de sac. I do know that it was one full week. We had swimming, chorus, drums, piano, theatre, art, chapel, organized lunch, and soccer. Is it me or are we into the arts? It was a very busy and stressful week but, we got through it. This evening was our first "practice" with our new soccer league. I saw some familiar

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I bought Dolly a couple workbooks from the Dollar Tree so she can "do" school too. We were not even 30 minutes into the school day and she kept saying, "What me do next? What me do next?" Cookie was nice enough to read the directions for her-even though I explained them to her a little under a million times. Later during the day she said, "Me not get computer time" When will I get puter time

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I have been a SAHM for 10 years now-an entire decade. Over the last 10 years I must admit/confess my breaks, down time, me time , decompression time, whatever you want to call it has never been consistent. I can't stress enough to mothers at home how very important it is to find some kind of refreshment. It's hard to pour out your life from an empty pitcher.Some women get manicures every 2

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A couple of weeks ago the fam and I were traveling back from the Outerbanks of N.C. Before leaving we stopped for Din Din. We all got these amazing burgers-except for Noahkeem who thrives on Chicken and Fries. Prior to us paying our tab, and 10 minutes prior to closing, we were eyeballing these amazing cinnamon buns they were at least 3 inches high by 4 wide. We told the woman behind the

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Today was a very special day. Big D took Noahkeem's training wheels off of his bicycle. I thought that he would be wobbly without them and would have no clue how to stop safely. Much to my surprise, my little Noahkeem took off down the cul-de-sac as if he were Tony Hawk himself. He rode so nicely-and fast I might add. My heart just melted. Just to think this little guy was my smallest baby

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Homeschooling affords you the wonderful opportunity to accumulate tons of paper. I can safely say that we have probably housed one small forest in the form of school papers over the last 7 years. (Have I been homeschooling that long? Wow!)I rarely work on Sundays but yesterday afternoon for whatever reason I thought it would be a good idea to re organize the previously organized shelf in the

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I don't think that Freedom of Speech means say the first thing that comes to your mind. Yet in this country that's what we do I guess. And whatever is in the heart comes out one way or another in some form or another. At this point in life, little surprises me. I am not surprised by the possibility that "it"- whatever "it" is at the time could happen. So when I read Sarah Palin's Tweet

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Of course I have to comment on Dr. Laura's attention in the media as of late. First I have to say I have enjoyed her books "In praise of Stay at Home Moms" and "The proper care and feeding of Husbands". I have been a long time listener of her talk show yet missed the broadcast when she let her colors show. I read the transcript of the conversation. Been to her blog to see her side of things and

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Given that everyone wants their own "puter" time, It's been hard for me -once again to keep up with my posts. Although I did find myself shopping the aisles of itunes for a long time yesterday.I have been throwing out tons of papers and getting rid of things not pertinent to my life and let me tell you, the more I get rid of, the more I see to get rid of. The biggest thing to declutter are

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After about 1 year , I finally have my own computer. Yipee!!!! So now I can make more of my confessions public. Its only been a whopping 4 days with my new computer who I have named Providence- only because that is the name of the store where she was created and I'm still getting used to having a new little piece of technology at my fingertips. Since her arrival, my crew has spent more

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Yesterday we celebrated Rococo's birthday. It's so hard to believe that my baby is now 7... He's such a low maintenance boy. All he wanted to do was go to the YMCA and Swim, go to a deli and get sandwiches, play golf, and ride his bike.Since I was a cake decorator in my life pre-kids, I asked my Rock what kind of cake he wanted for his birthday... He told me that he didn't want a cake. He

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Summer is not even here and it is hot,hot hot... but, I tolerate heat more than the cold. The school year is winding down. Cookie is in the middle of testing, I'm going through test prep with Rocco and Noahkeem has officially started Kindergarten Math-yesterday-- before church. The kid is so eager to learn I figured I would do as much K math with him this summer as he wanted and go through the

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Once again I am playing blogland catch up. So here are the stats.1. We loss a close family friend a few weeks ago. We loss one just 3 months prior...Loss sucks and Grief rears its head at the most inopportune time. The reality that these people, one in her 70s, one in his 30s, are not coming back saddens me.2. Teaching is taking up a whole lot of my time.3. I don't want any more little

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There is a new post in progress,that is still being edited. And right now, its time for the roll call.

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Women love a good love story... I am fond of author Nicholas Sparks-especially, The Notebook and The Choice. Besides the fact that his beloved stories are often set in North Carolina, they are easy, comfortable reads. As I been on my reading quest this year, I found something so interesting in Genesis 29.It popped out at me, and then, I couldn't stop thinking of it. First I must say a man named

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