A Tale of Two Twoddlers

2009-08-19T05:39:00.000-07:00

2009-08-19T05:35:00.000-07:00

2009-08-19T05:09:00.000-07:00

so, hmmm, i've only been trying to write this post for the past two months and somehow manage to never finish. here are the brief highlights of the past eight (gasp!) months:

*the girls had a fab year at preschool. they will be at a different school this year, a CATHOLIC school, and i'm sooooo excited! the school is right down the street from our house, which is a double bonus since they have to be there at 8:15--ugh, what an early start time. the only drawback is that one of their BFF's, Kiera, will not be going to the same school. i broke the news yesterday and now they are telling me they're not going to go to school. shoulda waited.

*we were late on the potty training. didn't start until a week and a half ago, but naysayers be damned! it has gone (knock on wood) exceedingly well and i can't believe the girls have been such rockstars. they are still in diapers at night, but i don't care. it is annoying that kate wants to sample every public bathroom we encounter (eww), but i guess that's better than the alternative. don't want to be that mom--you know, the one whose child decorates the floor at Target with her urine.

*some great vacations/visits this year: summer trip to Ohio to visit the families which included a visit with my old college roomie, Kathi, and her hubby and daughter; a mini-reunion weekend in NYC w/my old college roomies; an awesome week at the beach in South Carolina with our nearest and dearest (that deserves a post in and of itself); Sarie came out this winter for a divine sisters' weekend (this included a trip to see Ned's weekend place in Lambertville, NJ--so.much.damn.fun.); a trip to Pittsburgh to finally see Jennifer's "new" place.

*got to see The Dead at MSG in the city. amazing is an understatement and the show was so tight and so good that i seriously wanted to drop out of my life temporarily so i could go on tour. what a trip down memory lane (and a not-so-subtle reminder that my youth is gone).

*our dear friend Lisa had her baby--Grace Elizabeth. what a treat to see Lisapete become parents--nothing better than watching your friends falling in love with their child. and what a cutie pie she is--Grace wins the award for best baby ever. she's been a superstar sleeper since birth and always seems to be happy. bliss!

*the girls no longer nap. this is not a "highlight" so to speak, but it's been a big change for all of us. i miss my afternoon breaks. they teased us by continuing to nap for a couple of weeks after the transition to "princess" beds, but quickly decided it was more fun to destroy their room instead of sleeping. this can make for very.long.days.

*anyone who says two is harder than three is a damn liar. and anyone who says they parent without yelling and/or losing their cool needs to be shot. immediately. the terrible three's is in full-force at the Grzybowski house. as much as the girls own our hearts, it's rather frightening that they can turn into such mouthy monsters with little to no warning. Kate likes to push her limits with her, um, word choices and can dish out the attitude like nobody's business. Julia has zero interest in sassing back (for the most part), but she wants to get her way at all times. she also likes to try to give orders and then all hell breaks loose when you tell her no. suffice it to say, we do not live in a quiet house.

*when they're good, they are very, very, VERY good. they've had a lot of days recently where they play together like little angels and it's so entertaining/heartwarming to listen to the conversations they have. whether they're coloring or playing picnic, it is very rare that they ever.stop.talking. and they are so insanely creative and articulate--one of their favorite pastimes is to make up words and then go around the house and point out what items are "fascha" or "barka." of course, try and ask them what these oft-repeated words mean and you'll get a different answer every time.

going to add some pics now--who knows, i may even post again before 2010.

2009-01-30T19:37:00.001-08:00

THE "F" WORD........

No, no, no silly readers--before you go and get worked into a tizzy, gimme a chance to explain!! It is so not the real "F" word. The "F" word of which I am referring to is comprised of a mere three letters and refers most often to one's size. Got it? Now, a little side note--most of you know I rival a sailor when it comes to my lexicon of swear words, and in all honesty, I love the real "F" word. Clearly this is one of the posts my sweet girls will not be allowed to read until they're 60......but, I do have the utmost respect and admiration for the real "F" word. Seriously, I challenge you to find a word that has such a versatile purpose in our everyday vernacular. It's a total multi-purpose, multi-tasking, i'm a-workin' hard for my money kind of word--noun, verb, adjective--whatevs, dudes, it's all freaking there!!! And I love it and have to exert massive amounts of self-discipline now that my blobs are speaking creatures who repeat every.single.thing.i.say.

On to my point.....the "F" word. FAT. Fatfatfatfatfatfatfat. One of the most fricative and offensive words in the English language, and hence, (thank you Sara), a banned word in our household. The girls aren't even three yet, but I'm already worried, immensely, about the new "F" word of which I speak. Since the moment I found out, at 16 weeks, that at least one of the twinners was a girl, I have been stressing hard about this word and all the nastiness that it implies. And more so, how on earth I'm going to raise two girls who have a strong sense of self that is independent of their physical appearance. You see, I've been categorizing myself as fat since, oh, I don't know, the age of 9? This is not good when you are the mother of two daughters. Especially when you have no clue how to go about avoiding doing anything that would in any way, shape or form teach them that self-image is largely based on how pretty you are, or how itsy-bitsy your body is.

Kate and Julia aren't even 3 yet, almost, but not yet. They are obsessed with all things princess. Have I ever mentioned how much I f***ing hate Disney? I hated it before the girls, and now that I have them, I loathe it so much I could gag on my feelings. It is really cute (I grudgingly admit) to watch them dress up and pretend to be Ariel, and Belle, and all those other hooches. But it's cute because of the levels of creativity they display when ACTING like princesses. It's in the dialogue, peeps, the dia-freaking-logue.

However, Kate has now adopted a new defense mechanism when I tell her she needs to wear pants b/c it's 5000 degrees below zero. It goes something like this.....

".....but Mommy, but Mommy, I want to be a princess. I want to be beautiful, a beautiful, pretty princess. Princesses don't (said in demonic, devil-possessed voice) wear pants. (screaming) I WON'T BE PRETTY IF I DON'T WEAR A DRESS/SKIRT/TUTU."

Julia has been sleeping with her tutu and princess crown on every single night since we returned from our holiday travels.

Seriously? These are MY kids? I didn't even like playing with barbies when I was growing up so where on earth is this coming from?

It has to start now, right? The "training" of the girls so they don't grow up to be consumed by the sense of physical self-loathing that runs somewhat rampantly through my (of course, "my") side of the family. I know I can read books about it. And I have to be honest, that makes me feel a bit resentful. I should be smart enough to figure out what not to do just from my own experience. I'm a mom for Pete's sake, and mom's should innately know how to do this shit. Right? (***rhetorical question, guys). I. DON"T. KNOW.

And it worries me. This is the shit that keeps me up when I'm trying so desperately to fall asleep. One of those self-humbling things that makes me feel like I'm an actress and I'm so not equipped, or worthy, to be in charge of these two perfect and wild and gorgeously delicious girls. I don't even know where to start.

They both are already asking me if they look pretty when they put on their lusted-after dresses/skirts/girly crap. I repeatedly tell them that they look pretty ALL.THE.TIME. They're already smarter than me (takes a REAL woman to admit that, no?)......they respond with "yeah, but Mommy, but Mommy, I look realllllllly pretty because I'm wearing a..........."

I am in over my head.

And I wouldn't trade it for the world. (but i might almost consider it for a tummy tuck? KIDDING!)

2009-01-23T11:26:00.000-08:00

If I were a happy camper, I'd be reveling in the fact that it's Friday. Clearly I'm not that chipper as "thank God it's Friday" is quite possibly the last thing I feel like saying right now. What a morning it's been. I'm tempted to launch into a tirade filled with expletives, but am chanting to myself "this is a G-rated blog, this is a G-rated blog." Know that I'm silently screaming over and over and over in my head.

The girls cannot, should not, and must not be left alone. At all. Not even for one flippin' minute. I'm the dumb-ass who should know better, but for some reason I keep giving them the benefit of the doubt. After they got into the toothpaste and hand soap this morning (which is like, I don't know, the tenth time this week), they went back in the bathroom and got into my makeup bag. You would think me not being a makeup kind of girl would mean that this wasn't such a big deal. Not so. Kate colored her face with my eye liner. Julia was sucking on my big, bushy, blush brush. GROSS.

After cleaning them up, I finally smartened up and locked the bathroom door (thank god it's easy to pick that lock or I'd be screwed). I made the girls come down to the basement with me. Silly me, I thought I could put a show on for them and they'd be placated while I continued my never-ending, online search for kids' bedding. About five minutes into Mickey Mouse, they told me they had to go upstairs to get some books. Harmless, I thought. Foolish, foolish Mommy ignored the fact that it was eerily silent upstairs. Ten whopping minutes later, I decided to go check things out. Um, yeah. Both girls were standing on chairs they had pulled up to the kitchen sink. Julia had pulled out every single Lysol wipe from the container and was lining them up between the sink and the counter. Kate had found a new way to entertain herself with the dish soap--holding it upside down over the sink and squeezing the shit out of it. I estimate we lost roughly half of the bottle. I asked them (barely holding back tears) what on earth they thought they were doing. Kate demanded that I go back to the basement while glaring at me, and Julia smiled as she informed me they were cleaning. What in the hell is this???? Where are they coming up with this stuff? They have so many toys we barely have room to live and it's more fun to play with dishsoap and eyeliner???? Are you kidding me?

My house is a mess, I have zero energy to clean, and I'm toying around with the idea of breaking my leg. A month in a quiet hospital room sounds more blissful and rejuvenating than a week at the spa.

God help me.

2009-01-19T08:27:00.000-08:00

A Happy (albeit, belated) New Year! Wow, so here it is 2009 and I have yet to blog until today. January's almost over and I'm still the world's biggest procrastinator. The holidays were fantabulous (minus a run of the stomach flu), and the girls were so into Christmas. Our time in Ohio was all too short, but we're hoping to rework Scott's vacay days so we can have a bigger chunk of time at home during the winter festivities in '09.

So, where to start? We had 3 Christmases altogether--one in Jersey, one with Mimi and Papa and the Leonard side of the fam, and one with Grandma & Grandpa/Grizz side of the family. The girls were spoiled rotten, which seems to be the norm.....they were sooooo into all things Christmas. Even something as simple as driving from point A to point B got them all amped up as they squealed over the various holiday decorations people had on display (and of course, the tackier the better). We were lucky enough to take them to THE neighborhood in Strongsville (where Scott grew up), where it's pretty much a requirement that you have to go all out and then some w/your decorations. The girls LOVED it and watching them really get into the holiday spirit was priceless. They especially loved spending time with their cousins, Livvy and Jack, and watching the four kids play together was probably my favorite part of the trip.

We're back to the daily grind--preschool has resumed (whew for me), gymnastics is over, and the yearly plans for vacations, activities and all that jazz has begun. In less than 3 months, the girls will be celebrating their third birthday--holy toledo!! That means that we have to make the switch to twin beds (bye bye naptime) and start preparing for the inevitable and much-dreaded task of potty-training. I am seriously contemplating hiring somebody to do it for me.

Random bits I don't want to forget.......

*Julia has been sleeping with her tiara ("princess crown") ever since we returned from our holiday travels. I don't get how that can possibly be comfy, but she refuses to part with the damn thing (even wore it to church this weekend, much to the dismay of my in-laws).

*One of the the girls' favorite expressions (esp. when they're trying to convince me to let them have something I don't particularly want them to have, i.e.--an uber-sugary snack) is to say, "that's my FAVORITE (insert desired object)". It's quite amusing.

*Kate is following in my footsteps and has designated pink as her favorite color. Good taste. Mommy should be proud. Mommy is annoyed. Kate only wants to wear pink clothes. Her love for pink runs so deep that she asked Ray, the Home Depot dude handling our window replacement project, to make sure the new window in her room is pink.

*Julia has a new Oscar-worthy routine. Not sure where she got this, but one of her newest gigs is to say in her tiny, sweet, voice "I'm really tired." Doesn't sound that funny when you read it. I guarantee deep belly laughs if you are lucky enough to hear her do it--between her facial expression and her exaggerated articulation/enunciaton of her award-winning phrase, well, it's too damn funny. She's also figured out that if Mommy's crabby, Mommy will lighten up with the simple utterance of "I'm really tired."

*Some evil outside force has taught our precious angels how to say "shut up." Scott and I both almost collectively shit ourselves when Kate first told Daddy to shut up. This is definitely worse than them telling us to go away. This is the toddler version of the middle finger. I hate it.

*Both girls love coloring, especially with markers. I don't know how our parents managed without washable markers. Kate always manages to color her arms when I'm not looking. Aunt Chris gave them an easel for Christmas and I'm wondering when it's going to sink in that the easel is NOT a climbing apparatus.

*Kate is STILL the world's pickiest eater. Julia is STILL the world's greatest eater. I made falafel the other day and Julia loved it. She definitely gets that from Scott. Kate eats so much mac-n-cheese (the dirty, processed, fake-cheese, nutritionally void kind) that I worry she will turn into a gelatinous yellow pile of mush. Trying to get her to eat new foods is impossible and leads to level-10 tantrums.

*Every time the girls take a bath, they fight over who gets the scissors. Not to worry, these are playdoh scissors--since I refuse to let them play with playdoh (mean mommy, yep) they take them in the tub. They use them to cut their bunny loofah's "skips". Don't ask me what skips are. I have yet to get an answer that is comprehensible.

Me: Girls, please, what are skips?

K&J: Uh, Mommy, bunny loofah has skips.

Me: Can you show me the skips?

Julia: No. I cutting them.

Kate: (holding up bunny loofah) Dere Mommy, dose are skips.

Me: Can you point to them with your finger?

K&J......throw loofahs at my face. There you go.

*The girls, when not trying to physically maim one another, LOVE being sisters. Sure, they fight, and yes, it makes me want to run for the hills, but watching them play together rocks. They are so creative and funny and I love the games they make up. My heart still melts every time they hold hands and dance while singing "Skip to My Lou."

So.......I'm sure I'm forgetting a ton, but I gots to go. I smell poopy diapers and both girls are denying they've dumped. Nice.

2008-12-03T04:43:00.000-08:00

2008-12-03T04:40:00.000-08:00

2008-12-03T04:10:00.000-08:00

We had a great Thanksgiving in Cleveland with Scott's family. Well, they are MY family now, but you know what I mean. The girls loved seeing their Grandma Bamma, Grandpa David and Aunt Jennifer (she has princess hair!). Pat (aka, Grandma Bamma) made a super-delish turkey day feast, and we all ate way too much. Kate, true to her word, didn't touch the turkey and instead ate a bowl of cereal for dinner--nothing says Thanksgiving like Cheerios! Julia, to the surprise of, um, nobody, gorged on turkey before we even sat down to eat, and then spent her time eating the jello mold (I think that's what it's called--I generally don't touch those things, no offense to jello lovers out there). I'm not sure if she actually ate much of the jello--Grandpa David kept putting whip cream on it, and she would shove a forkful in her mouth and then demand "more cream, please."

The trip was full of wonderful treats--I was spoiled with basically an entire day off on Friday so I could shop with Pat and Jennifer. I knocked out a lot of holiday shopping, and I'm soooo close to being done--woo hoo! Mind you, we didn't get up at the butt-crack of dawn to begin our buying--and we still had to wait in line for an hour at Kohl's. But, it was so much fun. Jennifer was blessed by the parking gods that day, and at every single store we visited, she managed to finagle a parking spot right by the front door--go figure! Now, I love to shop, a LOT. It's akin to a spiritual cleansing and it gives me a drug-like high to find those super-good deals. What made it really special was the fact that I was with Pat and Jennifer--not many people are lucky enough to have the kind of in-laws that they actually want to spend as much time as possible with. It was a girls' day out in every sense of the word, and I was doubly impressed by Pat's can-do attitude--she was feeling a bit under the weather but didn't let that stop her for shopping until we felt like dropping!

Saturday morning was spent visiting Santa at this insane nursery in Strongsville, where Scott grew up. Now, I had been to this particular nursery before, but never at Christmas time. Holy shit--talk about a Winter Wonderland--it was crazy cool! This place is huge and it was decorated within an inch of its life--the girls were in total awe and seeing their excitement was priceless. We watched Santa arrive in the parking lot on a fire engine (his sled must have been in the shop, but still, a fire engine?). I was standing with Kate trying to take pictures of Santa, and listening to her as he approached the crowd brought tears to my eyes. She had her arms extended and kept saying "Santa, I here, Kate's here, I talk to you, yeaaah." I almost did the ugly cry.

Of course, almost as soon as we got in line to take pics, Julia was protesting and informing anyone and everyone that she was NOT going to sit with Santa. Long story short--we had to all get in the picture. Scott and I were not dressed for the occasion, but it was still amusing--I'm not one for doing the family photo thing on holiday cards, but I'm going to embrace the utter cheesiness of two overgrown adults and their offspring gathering around the jolly old fellow and include it in this year's greeting.

One of the biggest treats of our trip was reuniting with my long-lost friend Kathi. Okay, she's never really been lost, she's just been in Cleveland and we fell out of touch after college. Thanks to the wonders of the internet, we reconnected via Facebook, and I got to hang out with her, her hubby John, and her unbelievably gorgeous daughter, Alex. Scott was sick, and the girls seemed like they were getting there, so I went solo to Kathi's house. WOW. To say it was fun to see her and her family is a ginormous understatement. Kathi was my roomie in college, and was always more of a sister than a friend. She and John stood by my side during some incredibly tough situations and I've always felt such sadness at the fact that we lost touch. I have to admit, I was nervous about seeing her--it had been 12 FREAKING YEARS, and who knew if we'd even have anything in common anymore, ya know? It still makes me uber emotional to think about--no surprise there, I know. I could go on and on and gush and gush, but I'll try to be succinct and wrap it up (must shower before the girls wake up)........besides the joy of seeing my friend/s, it was so cool to see that all the things I loved about Kathi in college are STILL THERE. She's as sweet and funny as ever, and artistically talented to boot. It was very healing. I've missed her so much and to see her during the time of year when we're supposed to reflect on what we're grateful for made it all the more poignant.

Have to run. Want to post some pics and must wash this mop before wakey-time.

Heart hug.

2008-11-01T11:35:00.000-07:00

2008-11-01T11:07:00.000-07:00

The Twids' First Halloween

Okay, so it wasn't exactly your first Halloween, girls, but it was your first time trick-or-treating--and what a treat it was!! It didn't hurt that you two were the cutest little bugs I've ever laid eyes on--Julia, you were a ladybug, and Kate, you were a bumble bee. I thought for sure you would want to dress up as princesses since you are obsessed with all things princess, but you picked out your costumes and made it very clear that you wanted to be insects.

I don't know if I should be thanking that ginormous-headed exhibitionist (aka--Dora), but you two had an inhuman amount of enthusiasm for all things Halloween. Prior to yesterday's festivities, you had seen, several times over, a Halloween episode of Dora that more than explained what exactly was involved in soliciting candy from strangers. Preschool also provided some reinforcements, and you two were ready and raring to go.

Daddy was able to come home from work early, and we could not get you out of the door fast enough. One of the many strange things about Jersey is that there isn't a set time for Halloween. When we were kids, trick-or-treat was crammed into a two hour time frame, usually beginning right before sundown. Not so in Bergen County--here, it's basically a free for all that starts as soon as school lets out, and goes until (as far as I can tell) parents get tired of lugging their over-stimulated offspring around.

I had heard that downtown Westwood (which is basically one main drag, very similar to the Oxford's uptown area) had a pretty good trick-or-treat shindig, so we decided to check that out. Heavens to freaking betsy--it was rockin'! What an efficient system (which appealed to Mommy's super-anal-retentive-control-freak side)--all of the vendors participated and it was so.much.damn.fun.

You two were divas and Kate, you especially, had zero need for me and Daddy to help you out. I think you thought you were like 13.....you didn't want to hold hands and you would march your little bumblebee butt up to people without any hesitation before demanding your candy (which you did very sweetly). Julia, you were a bit shy in the beginning, but you quickly got the hang of it--so much so that anytime we came upon suckers, you made your wishes known. "I want red." If you were feeling gracious, you would add a please, but that didn't happen too often.

It was hilarious to watch the two of you go into some of these stores--particularly the jewelry stores and Shaw's Book Store. You were both fascinated by all the shiny sparkly jewelry and instead of asking for candy, you just wanted to walk around and look at all the diamonds and glittering fancy garb. I knew for sure you were my daughters when we walked into Shaw's and Kate, you let out the loudest "OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH!" You immediately found your way to the kids' section and made yourself at home. Daddy had to remind you that we were there to get candy, but you just couldn't believe how many cool books there were to see.

After stocking up on candy, we made our way home, and quite belatedly, decided to carve our pumpkin. Daddy handled the carving and you two were mesmerized--as you can tell from the pictures. Watching you two was such a trip, and I have an entirely new appreciation for Halloween. You melted my heart about a hundred million times yesterday and I just want to gobble you up and revel in your deliciousness. You two are so amazingly cool and funny and I cannot believe how fast you're growing up.

Smooches.

2008-10-15T08:33:00.000-07:00

2008-10-15T08:01:00.000-07:00

What a great weekend!! Our dear friends (Aubrey, Ottis, and Cameron) trekked it out to Jersey to spend a few days with us. I hope I'm not just speaking for myself when I say that a great time was had by all. It was so nice to be able to spend quality time together. Aubrey and I always make it a point to hang out when I'm in Cincy, but the hubbies usually aren't with us, and we don't usually get a lot of time visiting with the kids. I feel like I finally got to know sweet Baby Cameron--he's the spitting image of his dad, and such a sweetie pie. He also still has that yummy baby smell and I couldn't get enough of his deliciousness. He's at such a fun age, although I do feel bad that Aubrey and O had to spend so much time shadowing him as he tried to maneuver the stairs!

One of the funniest parts of the weekend was Kate's creation of Ottis's new nickname--"other daddy." This is one of those times where you're seriously wishing you could get inside of her brain to figure out her thinking process. It's not like the girl has never been around other fathers--but for whatever reason, she decided that since Ottis is indeed a daddy, and he isn't HER daddy, he would thus be known as "other daddy."

There was a whole lot of over-indulgence while the Coates family was in town--lots of fatty food and lots (like crazy lots) of adult beverages. Aubrey and I took Saturday afternoon and evening off--we lunched, saw a great movie (Ghost Town, see it NOW if you haven't already), and then went out for apps and drinks. *SIGH*--how I miss my time with my girlfriends!! We had to go to New York (not the city, just the state) to see the movie, and go figure, I missed our exit on the way back to Jersey. Aubrey was quite gracious about the fact that our detour took us (almost) to the Catskills and ate into over, oh, like 2ish hours of our time! At least the autumnal foliage was out full force so the scenery (I hope?) made up for it!!

The maniac men took in the Bengals-Jets game on Sunday, and I'm not going to even get into the shenanigans that occurred. No need to revisit that drama--although I am glad they had fun. Truly, I am :). Scott doesn't get many opportunities to relax and do something he truly enjoys--like going to NFL games with friends. He got stuck taking me to the Browns game last year, and I'm quite sure he had more fun with Ottis than he did with me.

Saying goodbye to the Coates fam was bittersweet--it was so nice having them here. They're such an important part of our family and we miss them. I can't let myself dwell on just how much we miss them, or how much fun we had hanging with our Cincy crew, or the endless Trivial Pursuit games and the shit talking and the Cranium and the birthday parties and the cookouts and the bar-hopping and the Basco incident and the whispery "hi" phone call or the.......you get the point.

So, Aub, Ottis Other Daddy, if you're reading this, thank you so very, very much for spending the weekend in the 'wood--we LOVED having you here! You guys are a big part of the reason we miss Ohio so much and we're so touched that you came to the Garden State to play--smooches!

2008-10-04T13:17:00.000-07:00

One of the virtues of being very young is that you don't let the facts get in the way of your imagination. ~Sam Levenson

Okay, so I have zero idea who Sam Levenson is, but find his words so fitting for something I've been spending a lot of time thinking about/noticing lately. Of course this is all due to me being lucky enough to witness the girls' creativity take flight--I dare anyone to tell me what's more inspiring than watching a young 'un tell these complicated stories that they fully believe to be true. Stories that are full of whimsy and possiblity and complete nonsense, told so vehemently and enthusiastically that you can't help but believe your daughter did, indeed, just see a kangaroo. On a rooftop. In New Jersey. (This happened on the way to preschool the other day, and Kate was very concerned about the kangaroo having to go to timeout--I'm glad she recognizes that playing on roofs is a big no-no).

In the past week alone, I've crawled out of the mole hole in our yard, Lovey has pooped several times and both girls have gone swimming. On the moon.

It's so totally cool to watch these little creatures, who I still consider helpless peanuts, engage in this imaginative play. Every time they play with their dolls, it cracks me up to hear them quoting ME and repeating every single one of my daily mantras. Despite all evidence to the contrary, they have indeed been hearing EVERYTHING I say. They may not be the best of the listeners, but they're damn good at regurgitating. Julia loves to have meals with her dolls and Lovey (and tell them that they must sit on their respective tushes), while Kate is often comforting her dolls, who are always crying (seriously, I think her babies need Prozac). Kate loves to tell me and Julia that her dolls are crying because they miss their mommy--this is immediately followed by declarations of "Mommy KAAATE, I the MOMMY, OKAY?" Like what, anyone's disagreeing?

The only downside to this display of creative brilliance is that I no longer am able to tell when the truth is being told. Specifically, when asked about the happenings at preschool, both girls will weave these tales about how so-and-so was in timeout for pushing Kate and then so-and-so bit Julia. Now, I know the biting thing isn't true b/c there would be an accident report from preschool, however, the pushing very well could have happened. Oh well, I'm pretty sure I would be notified if something substantial were to occur.

Kate and Scott both have ear infections right now, which Kate finds verrrrry cool. Since Scott's dx (last night), Kate has been prancing around saying "Daddy's ear is broken. JUST. LIKE. KATE. Yayyyyy, Daddy." Apparently, this is quite the accomplishment on Scott's part.

Should have some good pics to post next week. Our friends are coming to visit from Cincy today--Aubrey, Ottis, and Baby Cameron, who technically isn't a baby anymore. I just hope the girls don't terrorize Cameron!

2008-09-30T16:35:00.000-07:00

THAT'S A Kiss

As of yesterday, our twoddlers (or "twids", as Mimi likes to say) officially hit the 2.5 year mark. To celebrate, although we certainly aren't really into the whole half birthday thing, I took the girls out to lunch after their gymnastics class. This was my first time venturing into a restaurant without backup. We had the best time! We went to the Westwood Pancake House, a diner that I used to frequent (by myself) when I was pregnant with the girls. It's right across the street from my ob's office, and I can remember barely being able to squeeze into a booth towards the end of my pregnancy. The girls were so well-behaved, and I of course, was oh so proud. It was almost as nice as lunching with my lady friends....we had real conversations! Of course, our conversations mostly consisted of talking about the obvious--like, the ketchup in the bottle is red, and how chocolate milk is just so yummy. But, it was fun, and it was really precious to see how darling and well-mannered the girls can be.

We had a fab weekend--weekends are always great because Daddy's home and it makes life so much easier on me. Even if he is as messy as the monkeys :). On Saturday night, we went to the Eustic's house for dinner, or "Lisapete" as the girls call them. Pete's sister Cheryl, her hubby and their daughter Riley were also there. Riley is a few months younger than the girls and so the girls were happy to have a new partner in crime. We both love watching them interact with other kids their age. At one point, the three girls were just running around the first floor in a loop, and it was hilarious--it was like watching a high-energy game of "Simon Says" as they sped around mimicing each other. Riley did try to bite Julia's cheek when we were saying goodbye, but we played it off and managed to do a satisfactory job of convincing Jules that Riley was just giving her a really sloppy kiss.

Kate has a new game that I absolutely adore--I like to call it "That's a Kiss." It's quite simple--she comes up to me, asks if I want a kiss, and when I lean in lips all a-puckered, the game begins. She leans in with the fake-out, lips pursed, and opens her mouth at the last minute, just in time to slobber all over my face. Fake-out kiss is followed up by Kate proclaiming, "that's a kiss, nooooooo, that's NOT a kiss." This is repeated until she finally ends up giving me a real smooch. She has a second variation of the game where kisses are substituted for hugs, and I freaking love it!! When she does deliver the real deal, she gets so rambunctiously excited and has to yell "that's a kiss/hug" as loud as possible. It.doesn't.get.old. Especially because she often sounds like she's speaking in some weird hybrid comprised of a Jerseyish British accent. Try and imagine THAT one if you can!

We have a super-busy week this week, which is good because Scott's in California right now. Between preschool, playdates, gymnastics and the playground, time should fly.

I know there's something I'm forgetting, but I've got to go--The Biggest Loser starts in five minutes and I can't miss it! Thank goodness the fall line-up is back in swing :).

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As I sit down to type, I'm again flummoxed by the fact that I can't seem to post more than once a month....this is a problem. So, I think I'm going to make Monday's my new official blogging day......maybe a schedule will make me a better blogger....we shall see.

So, monkeys, wow......in just three days you will be 2.5 years old! My little preschoolers are getting old :). And big--we were at the doc's office recently, and Julia weighed in at 25lbs., while Kate--you behemoth babe, weighed in at 28.5lbs. This is the first time in your lives that there has been more than a one-pound differential between the two of you. Up until recently, Kate, you've never been more than 3/4-1 lb. heavier than Julia. Looks like you hit a growth spurt, my love--not surprising though, considering that your dresses were getting shockingly shorter as the summer came to an end (which I thought was adorable--you won't be able to get away with that much longer). You guys are just now able to wear 2T bottoms--you need the length, for sure, but man--we have to steer clear of pants/skirts that don't have adjustable waists. Thank gawd 2T is when most retailers decide to include those handy-dandy buttony things so we can keep those pants up! I can't believe how skinny minny you guys are--you have no tummies or waists!

You two have been in preschool for almost a month now, and you are loving it. You have yet to cry during drop-off, which has been wonderful, but part of me does wonder if I should feel bad that you can't wait to walk into your classroom and leave me all by my lonesome? Kidding--it's so sad to watch some of these moms whose kids are struggling with the whole separation issue....I'm really not sure who it's harder on, the moms or their babes.

Your teachers are Miss Mohr and Miss Chomiak (pronounced Ko-mee-aak), and you.are.in.love. You are constantly asking, on your days off, where your teachers are, and when you're going to see them. I especially love that even though you know they are two people, whenever you refer to them, they become one--"Miss Mohr Chomiak". It's very reminiscent of cousin Livvy and what she would do with "Brosini Fehr". I'm so glad we decided to sign you up for school--you two are thriving and it melts my heart to see how happy you are. I love waiting to pick you up with the other mom's--we all stand in the hall gathered around the closed door, and listen to you talk. Julia, you surprised the daylights out of me on your first day there--for some reason, I thought you would be a bit shyer than Kate, and I won't forget eavesdropping in the hall, and how you were just talking a mile a minute. Miss Mohr Chomiak :) would ask a question and you would be the first to shout, and I do meant shout, out the answer. Talk about Mommy being guilty of Mommy Pride!

Daddy and I are really enjoying watching your relationship with one another blossom. You two still fight, much more than we would like, but you are definitely enjoying one another so much more than you ever have. I could listen to the two of you (when you're not fighting) talk to one another for hours and days and weeks on end. You love to play games together, even though you aren't actually, ya know, playing GAMES. You're just playing......you both just love to say "I play games with (insert name here). Kate, the way you continue to look out for Julia, especially when she's crying, just crushes me. Who would have thought that at 2.5 years old you would be more compassionate than many adults I know. It isn't unusual for you to bring Julia her lovey, or a drink when she's hurt, and you particularly love to offer her hugs and kisses. Sometimes she even accepts!

We were getting ready for school the other morning, which is not an easy task.......I swear, for loving preschool as much as you do, you sure make it a total pain in the patoot for me to get you guys out the door. Anyway, Kate, I dressed you first, and Julia, you walked over to Kate and got sooooo close to her face (the way you do when you're telling Daddy about your day--you seem to think we're all a bit deaf). You put your hand on Kate's shoulder while crouching down and said "wow, Kaaaate, you soooo bootiful, you willy pwitty today." Stomach stabbing pangs of love, hello! What an angel you are.

Since I last posted a lot of cool things have happened.....Kate, you've peed in the potty three times now--way to go Tatie-T! Julia, you are now correctly pronouncing words like ladybug and butterfly, which I know is good, but I do admit, I miss leakybugs and bubbaflies. Both of you are getting closer to correctly pronouncing Julia's name--since you started talking, we've gone from Buggy to Gia to the latest, Jooo-eeea-ah. It was so funny, Kate, the day you figured it out. We were driving home from Wee Play, and the entire 20 minutes, you sat in the back of the car saying "Joooeeeah" over and over.andover.andoverrrrr. It was hilarious.

You two are just so funny (when you're not whining or fighting--there's been a LOT of that too, but I don't want to focus on that right now). Kate, we've been call you various versions of Potato-derived monikers since you were born (Taters, Tash, Tatie-T, etc), and you've recently decided that it's ONLY okay for ME to call you Tatie-T if Daddy's around. We were driving home from somewhere the other day, playing the "on the waaaay" game, and you told me "Mommy, no call Tatie-T, I name Kate." This was followed by "Mommy, don't call Cinda-ILLA, it name Cinder-elllla." You, my dear, were the one who started the Cinda-Illla craze, but apparently, we all need to be as mature and articulate as you and pronounce things the right way.

Julia, you are such a polite little wonder--you love to say "thank you" as you should when the situation calls for it, but what cracks us up, is the way you follow your thanks with "wah welcome". Never mind that somebody else should be giving you the wah welcomes. You are still so extreme with your moods--and when you're happy, you are truly a ray of effusive sunlight and giggles. You laugh so easily, and you often laugh for no reason at all. You spend so much time singing, and we're so impressed with your ability to carry a tune.....we actually tried to videotape you over the weekend, but you weren't really having it.

I need to wrap this up as I've gone on long enough. You two are giving me a run for my money, but I am oh so in love with you.

2008-08-20T11:14:00.000-07:00

The best things in life start with "B"......

Seriously, I never realized (but now do, thanks to Kate and Julia) how many of my favorite things start with the letter "b". The list includes, but of course isn't limited to, beaches, babies, bubbles, baths, bubbles in the bath, brownies, butterflies, books....well, you get the point. And to be fair--a lot of those aforementioned favorite aren't really my favorites, rather, they're the girls'. We were outside yesterday, and the girls were freaking out b/c they wanted to go back to the beach. Julia also wanted the bubbaflies to go to the beach, along with Lovey and bubbles. I clearly have too much time on my hands, as my mind started to wander and I had the epiphany that the girls and I really dig things that start with the letter "b". Anyway, I don't know why I felt the need to share, but there you go.

We spent all of last week at the shore with Scott's parents. So. Much. Fun. Seriously, it was a blast--not many people are lucky enough to have in-laws that they can spend a week with and then be disappointed that that week flew by! We didn't have the best of weather, but it didn't even matter. The girls were beyond thrilled to be hang out with their grandparents, and it's been a rough adjustment for all of us to be back in the real world.

Bama (aka, Scott's mom) introduced Julia to sponge rollers, or "roaders", in Julia-speak. Julia was so enthralled with the roaders, that she insisted on wearing them. In public. To the zoo. To say we received some strange looks would be an understatement. Luckily, all the women we encountered were generous with the knowing smiles, and the "been there, done that" comments. Some battles just aren't worth fighting, especially when your opponent is a willful and headstrong two and a half year old. And, as Pat/Bama/Scott's mom, pointed out, Julia's hair put a lot of smiles on the faces of strangers.

The girls loved the zoo. Julia loved it so much that as soon as we saw the bears, she started screaming. Our little fearless wonder wanted to "go play yard with bear"--she was literally trying to jump the fence to get to the caged area. Crazy monkey!

Kate wasn't as interested in watching the animals--mainly b/c a lot of the zoo is in this heavily wooded area, and to see the animals, you walk on this never-ending (and wide) wooden bridge. Kate likes to run and was enjoying spazzing out in all that open space. She surprised us on the way to the zoo by asking if we would see flamingoes. Umm, I didn't even know that she knew what a flamingo was. Since I had no idea whether or not the 'mingoes would be there, I told her that they wouldn't. Boy was she psyched to find out Mommy was wrong--I'm not sure I've ever seen her so happy.

There were so many precious moments (barf, can't believe I just said that as I HATE the Hallmark figurines that go by the same name) during the week. It's hard to know which ones to write down here, or which ones to store away.

The one that sticks out the most in my mind, though, happened one night at dinner. The adults were eating while the girls played and Scott's parents were making a toast to vacation. Scott piped in with a toast to Kate and Julia, and was quickly interrupted by Kate yelling "yay, Bama Grandpa, yay, Grandpa David!" Her timing was impeccable, and what was particularly sweet was that prior to her contribution, she had never called Scott's dad anything other than "Grandpa." She obviously picked up on Pat calling Dave by his first name, and it was soooo sweet.

The girls loved the beach--the water was almost warm, still a bit chilly, but warm enough that you did eventually get used to it without feeling like your extremities were going numb. Kate was fascinated and disgusted by the seaweed, and the first time she saw it, thought it was cat puke and asked me to clean it up. By the end of the trip, she decided she liked seaweed and would run up and down the water's edge looking for seaweed to talk to. Did I mention she never stops talking :) ?

Our travels are coming to a halt for now, but Mimi (my mom) will be out here in 2.5 weeks--yay! She managed to time her visit to coincide with the girls' first week of school which will be perfect--I may need the emotional support!

Heart hug, off to clean.

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2008-08-09T03:16:00.001-07:00

TIDBITS........

I have to rush through this post as I'm supposed to be getting ready to go out of town......but there are some things I need to write down so my already horrid memory doesn't forget just how sweet life can be. When I return from vacay, perhaps I'll try and organize these "thoughts" in a more mannerly fashion, but, eh....I doubt it!

*The girls are definitely digging being sisters these days....that's not to say they don't fight, but there has been a lot of positive play time going on. This leads to some really cute moments that make me get that melty-gushy feeling. For instance, we were swimming the other day, and Julia was talking about her purple finger (which Kate slammed the door on about 3 wks. ago). She loves to talk about her boo-boo, and mentions it to me at least 100x a day. Besides wanting the world to know her fingernail is, indeed, purple, she also wants to talk about how "door shut my finger", and how much it hurt. During this conversation in the pool, Julia looked up at me and said "kiss it all better." I assumed she wanted, me, the irreplacable Mommy, to kiss it all better (hell, we even have a song about kissing it all better). Nope, I got the toddler look of death from her as I tried to lean in for a smooch. At the top of her surprisingly mighty lungs, she yelled, "NO MOMMY KISS!! I want KAAAATE kiss better!" Luckily, Kate was in an obliging mood and all ended well.

*The same day, Kate decided that she needed a hug from Julia. Now Julia isn't as forthcoming with the cuddles as Kate, so I was a bit worried when Kate started bothering Julia with her non-stop, "Gia, hug Kate? Gia, hug Kate." Julia gave Kate a very sweet, and quite long hug, and then the shit hit the fan. Kate decided that since that first hug was so great, she needed another. And another. And....yeah, you get the drift. All hell broke loose as Kate chased Julia around the yard screaming for more hugs, and Julia screamed "leave Gia lone Kate" over, and over, and over. Kate would not be distracted and I seriously couldn't even find any words as she proceeded to have one of the most colossal meltdowns I have ever seen her have. Yikes.

*The following is a conversation that I had with the girls this week while driving home from the sitter.

Me: So, Julia, I heard you were crying a lot for Michelle this morning.

Julia: Yes. Buggy B crynin.

M: Why were you crying, Bug?

J: I sad.

M: But why were you sad sweetie?

Kate: Mommy, Gia crynin she miss Karen. Mommy Karen. Mommy, YOU be Karen. Yes?

*I'm so bad about keeping up with the girls' baby books (&, ahem, this blog), but I am so entertained by some of the words Julia uses--mainly b/c of her super-sweet girly voice, but also because of the typical mispronunciations that occur as she tries to figure it all out. Some of my current faves include: leakybug (ladybug), bubbafly (butterfly), cool (pool, as in "go simmin in new cool, mommy"), fider (spider), oppodots (opposites), and helipocter (self-explanatory, no?). My all-time fave, which actually isn't that new is "I carry you", which clearly translates to "pick me up".

*Time outs continue to be a success although there are still plenty of tantrums going on. Julia has gotten much better about apologizing, which she never used to do. Kate still spends a heck of a lot more time in time-out than Julia, but Julia will typically keep her sister company while she's serving her sentence.

I know there's so much more, but these are some of my faves. We're off to the shore for a week w/Scott's folks, so I won't be near a computer......hoping to get loads of good pics of our sugars to share when we return.

Heart hug.

2008-07-26T19:29:00.000-07:00

Okay, if I've said it once, I've said it a million times.....I really wish somebody would tell me when my babies stopped being babies. How did I miss it? I'm only with them every waking moment so it's a bit frightening that such a monumental transition occurred without me really noticing. I mean, of course, I noticed things.....but still.

First, they figured out how to get up and down the stairs by themselves. Next it was opening and shutting doors, and now, they are practically dressing themselves, singing the ABC song, and counting to 10 (leaving out a number here and there). They are almost at the point where they no longer fit perfectly into my arms. They've grown, for pete's sake. Clearly I knew this was to be expected, but man, I didn't notice how tall they had become until they insisted on wearing their Easter dresses the other day. The dresses were just the slightest fraction too short, and I felt a fleeting but piercing pain. My helpless lil' babes are not so helpless anymore *sniff, sniff*.

The highlights of our week included the girls' first trip to Story Time at our town library.....they were thrilled to see so many books in one place, as evidenced by Kate trying to pull every single book in reaching distance off the shelf. They didn't sit so well during the actual reading of the stories, and I was quite dismayed to hear Kate shout at me (while I was at the water fountain):

"Mommy, I have this for you, I need new diaper."

Um, yeah, okay. Nice to see that lil' Miss Thing had pulled off her diaper and was swinging it in the air as she strutted over to me. Lucky for me there were no scathing glances/remarks as everyone turned to witness the spectacle. Yikes.

Clearly, potty training isn't going well. Actually, we haven't even started potty training, although I don't know why. The girls sit on the potty every single day, but have yet to produce any, um, results. They are quick to tell me when they need to be changed, but their kidneys and bowels are apparently incapable of action once their tushes hit the toilet.

We have two chatty kathies on our hands, and we are really enjoying the daily oratories of both girls. Kate is constantly giving me a running dialogue on what we are doing, what she wants to be doing, etc. She takes it one step further by answering any and all questions posed to other people, especially Julia. It's a little too cute when I make whatever meal for them, and Kate, upon receiving her food, rewards me with a "good job, Mommy." If she's feeling particularly sweet, I even get a "thank you."

Julia makes everything into a song. If we're going to the park, she starts singing about the park. And the slides. And the swings. She loves to sing. Most of her songs are sung to the melody (harmony?) of "Twinkle, Twinkle", but she's just started branching out this week and it's soooo sweet (esp. since she has such a delicate girly-voice).

We have a lot of exciting events coming up--friends from CO visiting this week (which includes Scott taking an entire day off work, the girls going to the sitters, and the adults carousing around NYC--woo hoo), a trip to the shore with Scott's parents, Mimi (my mom) is coming out for a week, and Aubrey, Ottis, and Cam are coming in October.

The only downer there is that I don't have any scheduled sister time coming up. And in case you're confused, the sisters I am referring to are myself and Sara (not K & J). I need to try and figure something out so I can see her, as there is no way in h.e.l.l. that I can wait until the holidays to see Sarie and her family. Not cool. Ugh, the only thing really holding me back from a trip "home" is the fact that K & J's nursery school doesn't prorate. And we all know I need at least 2 weeks every time I go home.

Getting too tired to focus, must try and rest these weary bones. Thank you Nitin, my calves and shoulders are killing me from last night's class.

Heart hug.

P.S. Hoping to update and add pics before I turn 40.

P.S.S. The Mighty Panini is not so freaking mighty. They ran out of meat when Scott when to pick up our lunch. Seriously, that's like a pizza place running out of cheese. I give the place 2 months.

2008-07-17T07:24:00.000-07:00

HAPPY 60th BIRTHDAY, DAD!!

I would typically be on the phone with my dad right about now, trying to wish him a happy one, but, I was just informed by my sister that he's behind the wheel right now. Cell phones and my dad don't mix in general, but I know, as a Leonard, that "yapping and driving" is even more of a no-no. My folks spent the week in Chicago, revisiting their roots, and they chose today to drive back--not how I would want to spend such a significant birthday, but hey, what do I know?

Anyway, my dad doesn't even read my blog (at least to my knowledge), but I'm thinking about him and missing him today--I'm so glad we had the party for him because it does help ease the guilt I feel about not being with him on his actual birthday. I mean, seriously, he's kinda getting old, ya know :) ?

He knows how much I love him, so instead of doing what I would usually do--writing a sappy tribute of sorts (which, ahem, was already done/delivered at his party), I'll keep it simple. Happy Birthday, Dad--you're the best and I love and miss you tremendously!

So, the girls........ah, yes, these girls of ours......where do I start? They are a mischevious and wild pair, and they are constantly challenging and delighting us. They seem so much older than 27 months--especially when they say things like "go away, Mommy." That's one of their newest commands, typically reserved for those frequent moments when they are trying to do something they shouldn't be doing.

Both girls have developed incredibly strong opinions. About everything. But, especially about what they will and won't wear. I'm a bit worried about what this will mean for the future. Both girls want to wear dresses. All. The. Time. That includes bedtime. Julia prefers to wear her dresses with a skirt underneath. She's very particular that one. When she goes into fashionista mode with her dress/skirt ensemble, she's adamant that at least 2 inches of the skirt be showing beneath the hem of the dress. This often entails her wearing her skirt below her tush. And all H.e.L.l breaks loose if everything isn't just so. Aye aye aye. I don't understand where they are getting this, as I have NEVER liked wearing skirts or dresses. EVER. Between the dress issue and the obsession with shoes, I have a feeling Scott and I are going to be fighting a long, uphill, and expensive battle when it comes to outfitting our offspring.

I'm pretty psyched because I finally found a pre-preschool program for the girls that is, at least right now, seeming pretty ideal. It's actually a new part of the YWCA's program--this will be their first year running a program for 2 year olds (and the girls don't have to be potty-trained, major bonus!). I went and visited the facility (it's held at a church) and met the two teachers, and it was love at first sight. I hope it isn't presumptuous of me to say this (knock on wood), but I really think the girls are going to thrive there. They are both so hungry for knowledge and new experiences and I don't know that I'm giving them enough in that department. I certainly try, but, who knows......

Okay, must run as Julia is insisting on taking a bath........

Hoping to post pics soon!

Heart hug.

2008-07-09T11:32:00.000-07:00

Wow, I cannot believe it's been months, literally, months, since my last post--shall we pause while I hang my head in shame?!

Quick recap of where we've been the past few months......

We took our yearly pilgrimage to the Outer Banks in May, and it was a blast! We spent a week in Duck at a gorgeous house with my side of the family. We had beautiful weather for the most part, and the girls loved spending time with their cousins!

Half of June was spent in Ohio--we started out with a weekend in Cleveland to celebrate Scott's parent's 40th wedding anniversary--WOW!!! We had a lovely party for them and it was really special to be able to celebrate such a significant milestone in their lives. We're both so lucky to have parents that are still together and still in love after decades and decades of marriage!

We then headed down to West Chester and split our time between my sister's house and my parent's house. The girls attended camp with Jack (my gorgeous 2.5 year old nephew), and they loved it! Their hero worship of Olivia continues, and it was so precious to watch the four kids interact and play. Olivia continues to melt my heart with her nurturing manner--she is so good with all of the kids, and I only wish we lived closer so Kate and Julia could spend more time with Livvy and Jack.

Our trip to Ohio ended with a surprise birthday party for my dad, who turns 60 next week (holy shit, Dad!). It was a GREAT party, and I think my dad was truly surprised.

The girls, of course, are starting to wake up from their nap, so I should run. I went and visited a possible preschool this morning, and it was a HUGE disappointment--that's really a whole 'nother post, though. So, it's back to the drawing board in that area.

The girls are talking so much I can't believe it--Kate almost always speaks in sentences, and Julia isn't far behind. They continue to delight and amaze Scott and I, and we had a pretty significant "proud parent" moment this weekend when we took them to a friend's house for dinner. They were perfect little ladies and I was so impressed with the way they conducted themselves.

Of course, my ego was put in check by their behavior the past two days--it's whine central station here. They have been fighting a lot and we've had more time outs in the past two days than I could have possibly imagined.

Must run, but if anyone's still reading, just wanted to a quick post to let you know that I am somewhat trying to maintain this blog!

Heart hug!

2008-04-23T08:42:00.000-07:00

Quick--look out your windows......do you see the pigs flying??? They're flying here in Jersey--otherwise I wouldn't be posting again so soon :)!! Lesley, you were right!!!

Since I have the day off from mommy duty, courtesy of our beloved sitter Michelle, I thought I better hurry up and post the girls' birthday letters before it gets relegated to my neverending "to do" list. Feel free to skip over them, as I cannot make any promises regarding their entertainment value!

My dearest Katie-Kat,
Happy belated second birthday, my sweet! I cannot believe that you are already two--it seems impossible that you are no longer a helpless lil' babe. You walk (and run, hop, and jump) and you are talking up a storm--when did you stop being a baby? How did I miss that transition?

I do believe that you've inherited my gift of gab, and I love watching you get so excited about learning new words and trying to figure out how to put sentences together. Your communication skills are mind-boggling to me. Perhaps every new parent feels this way, but it amazes me to witness your vocabulary expanding by such ginormous leaps and bounds.

You are such an affectionate little girl--whether we are leaving the house, or just going upstairs for a night-night, you are constantly saying goodbye to your various toys and random household objects. It's so adorable to pull out of the driveway, and listen to you shriek "bye home, bye home." I cherish the way you will, seemingly out of the blue, decide that we should hug--I wish I could freeze those moments. Your hugs have a way of making all the stresses of life fall to the wayside. I can't think of anything sweeter than the way you come up to me and say, "Mommy, hug, hug Kate" with your arms open wide. It melts my heart.

You're such a nurturing "older" sister--you certainly have your moments, but again, it's so touching to see how you are always looking out for Julia. You are constantly bringing her snacks, toys, and of course, Lovey. There have been a few mornings lately where we've let Julia sleep a bit later than you. While I really enjoy getting some one-on-one time with you, you've got about a 10-minute threshold before you start missing your sister and start yelling "Buggie, Buggie." I hope you will always look out for her the way that you do now, just as I hope she will do the same for you.

You also, much to my dismay, seem to have inherited my temper.......there is absolutely no middle ground with you, and you wear your heart on your sleeve. We've had a lot of time-outs lately, but you are really responding well to our new "system." One of your favorite things to do when you get into trouble is to try and cute your way out of time out--meaning, before time out is over, you will look at me with a pathetically forlorn expression and either start asking me for hugs, or you'll try to climb in my lap. I cannot tell you how hard it is for me to maintain my composure and not start laughing. This discipline stuff is hard, although I know it will take you many, many years to really understand that.

You are currently in love with Dora & Diego, Elmo, slides, snacks, Thomas, jumping, and hopping. You love to go over our lists of necessities whenever we switch activities. Whenever we get ready to leave the house, you have to tell us "shoes, socks, coat, walk, beep-beep, sippy." Quite efficient with communicating your thoughts, I'd say.

I am so in love with you, my child, and I still am in awe that I am lucky enough to be your mommy. Not a day goes by that I don't thank the powers that be for giving your daddy and I such a wonderful and precious gift.

I love you Taties,
Mommy

My Darling Julia,
Oh my sweet lil' bug, happy second birthday! I can't believe that you're two!! The time is going by much too fast for my liking, and I cannot get over how much you have changed since your baby days.

You are such a joyous and delightful child--what a world of difference from the baby who cried seemingly non-stop the first 10 months of her life! You almost always have a smile on your face (and what a smile it is, with those scrumptious dimples you got from your daddy), and it doesn't take much to make you laugh. You almost always wake up happy, and I get so excited walking into your room in the morning, because I love the way you pop up in your crib and say "Hiiiiiiii, Mommy." It never gets old!!

I worry that Daddy and I have created a bit of identity confusion for you--while you are certainly aware that your name is indeed Julia, you've become so accustomed to us (esp. Kate) calling you "Buggie" that you respond to that more often than you do your given name. We've also had a couple of people suggest that we should cease calling you by your nickname b/c of the, ahem, "long-term implications".........I'm sure that they worry you will be teased on the playground at school, but to us, you are our sweet and precious Bug. No matter what that word means to others, for us, it holds a lot of affection and love.

Daddy and I keep referring to you as our little engineer. Your ability to become so singularly focused, especially when it comes to trying to figure out how things work, is astounding. One of your favorite things to do, and this is fairly new, is to line things up. Over the past week, you've worked very hard to line up rolls of paper towels, soup cans, and your toy balls. Your precision is spot-on, and you get very, very upset, if things aren't exactly right. You want things just so, and being a bit of a control freak, I can very much relate to your desire.

You remind me sooooo much of Daddy--besides looking so much like him, you have his same need to work and work at something until you find a way, your own way, to figure it out. You are one determined child and you have such a love of learning! You get so excited when you learn something new, and once you figure something out, you like to do it over and over and over again (aka "the repeat game")--which is pretty hilarious to watch. Whether it's saying a new word, or pushing the "eject" button on the dvd player, you keep on keepin' on.

You and I have a special game that we play, and I try to get you to play it with me at least 5 (or 100) times a day. It isn't even really a game, but it's one of my favorite things to do with you. And typing it out, I know it will sound so simple and silly, but I love it. I start by saying "Juuulia, Juuulia." And then you look at me, and you always smile while saying "Mahhhmmmyyy, Mahhhmmmyyy." See, it sounds so lame, but the look on your face and the tone in your voice when you say it are so full of love and adoration that I can't help but feel weak in the knees.

You're also proving to be quite musical--I do suspect that you may be a bit gifted in this area (hee hee). You do have a talent for picking up the melody of a song after hearing it only once. Your favorites right now are "ABC", "Twinkle, Twinkle", and "Dora" (to which you now make up your own lyrics). The sweetest is the way you sing "Twinkle, Twinkle" and always leave out "the world"---the Julia version includes the line, "up up up so hiiiiiigh."

My sweet, sweet Julia Grace--what a gift it is to have you for my daughter. You're my precious lil' pixie and I adore you to pieces.

All My Love,
Mommy

2008-04-21T11:26:00.000-07:00

2008-04-21T11:21:00.000-07:00

2008-04-21T10:57:00.000-07:00

Well, it looks like I'm going to win the award for being the laziest blogger ever!! Seriously, I thought this was something I was going to keep up with, at the very least, weekly, and it clearly isn't turning out that way.....grrr.

Kate & Julia are officially two!! They had a fabulous birthday season.....all of our Ohio relatives, minus Uncle Dan and Cousin Jack (who were sorely missed), came out to visit the lil' monkeys. We had two weeks of almost back-to-back visits and it was wonderful to see everyone! The girls were thrilled to spend time with both sets of grandparents, Aunt Jen, Aunt Sara, and Cousin Livvy (aka "Lilly" in twinspeak). Scott and I really appreciated everyone making such an effort to help us celebrate the girls' birthday and it was rather difficult for all of us to adjust when everybody left (esp. me as we all know how homesick I am).

The girls are talking soooo much now--watching them grow and change is so fascinating these days, especially since their language acquisition has gone through the roof. They repeat EVERYTHING they hear, and I'm amazed at just how much they are able to communicate with simple two or three word sentences.

I've included some recent photos of the girls, and I hope to return soon (hmmmm....how likely is that) to post my birthday letters to the girls!

Heart hug!

2008-02-12T04:33:00.000-08:00

8 YEARS AGO.........

On this very day, in 2002, Scott and I had one of the most beautiful, albeit awkward, conversations of our lives. The conversation took place in the basement of my parents house--my mom had a friend over (thus the reason for us talking in the basement), I was living in Cincy, and Scott was living in Oxford. I received a nervous call from Scott saying he wanted to talk to me before I went back to Cincy and could he come over.

For those of you who don't know, up to that point, Scott and I were friends. Just friends. We had been "just friends" for a couple of years, but recent events had taken place that needed to be discussed. A couple of outings (one in Indianapolis, the other in Oxford) had led us to some pretty cool (and surprising) lip-locking sessions.........scary for me, as I didn't want to lose my best friend over what could be a passing physical attraction.

I don't think I've ever had such a bad case of butterflies as I did while I waited for Scott to come over. I knew what we were going to talk about, and I thought perhaps my dear friend was on his way over to tell me that our kisses had been a mistake. My mom kept trying to reassure me, as she had that crazy mother's intuition that Scott liked me. She and my dad had been wanting the two of us to get together for awhile, so it is entirely possible that they were as nervous as their first-born.

After a lot of awkward pauses, foot-shuffling, and declarations from both of us about how we didn't want to ruin our relationship, we made a decision. We were going to date. Aye carumba!!! I was giddy and scared and totally freaking out.........but I will never forget Scott telling me that he thought I was fantastic (that used to be one of his favorite words, fantastic). I had no idea what would happen, but two weeks later, I was telling him that I loved him......wow.

And here we are now, still together, and to borrow the words of one of our favorite artists, "what a long strange trip it's been." We've had our ups and downs, as any couple does, and nobody knows how to get under my skin the way that Scott can. As bad as that sounds, it's pretty cool to be with someone who knows you almost better than you know yourself.

Who knew that an innocent kiss after a Pacer's game would be the stepping stone for the most significant and important journeys in my life?

Who knew that I would trade my plain last name for the 10-letter Polish last name that has more consonants than should be allowed?

Who knew that I would end up with somebody who not only cooks and cleans, but who also truly enjoys doing daddy duty and doesn't make me feel guilty for wanting time to myself?

Who knew we'd end up in Jersey of all places?

Who knew that we'd be blessed with two gorgeous little girls who fill our hearts with so much joy that we almost can't contain it?

We are so insanely lucky. I am so insanely lucky. I have everything I've ever wanted.

Thank you, Scott. Happy Anniversary, Hon.

2008-02-08T06:53:00.000-08:00

Okay, the pics of NYC are coming, but I wanted to post again so my feeble brain doesn't forget certain things.

I had one of those incidents yesterday in which I just didn't know if I should laugh or cry (but I laughed, so it's all good). As most of you know, naptime is a sacred time in our house, especially during the week when it's just me and the girls. As I was running around the house during yesterday's nap, my level of annoyance was escalating because Kate and Julia were not sleeping. They were babbling and giggling and engaging in their "yah yah yah" wars--basically, doing anything but napping. Finally, at 3:15 (45 minutes early), I couldn't take it anymore and decided to go and get them.

Now, I'm generally pretty klutzy, so it didn't surprised me when I tripped and almost fell after walking into the nursery. What did surprise me was what I tripped over.

Julia.

Naked Julia.

Sitting on the floor in nothing but a diaper (thank God she kept that on as she had pooped). It took me several seconds to realize what was going on.

First thought: oh, it's just Julia. she's reading her books.

Second thought: oh, s-h-----t, it's Julia. she's not in her crib. SHE'S NOT IN HER CRIB YOU IDIOT, HOW DID SHE GET OUT!!!!

Third thought: oh, s-h--t, did I forget to put her in her crib? Is my mommy brain that bad? No, no, I definitely put her in her crib because she wanted me to cover her with her blankie.

I now know what it's like to be in a state of true shock. I really kind of did want to cry, but I looked down at her and she was beaming, absolutely beaming. Modest, she is not. As sweet as can be, she said, "hi, Mommy." I started to speak, and she looked at me and said, "no nigh-nigh." Really, Julia, no, really........you didn't nap? I never would have guessed!

Kate was just standing in her crib giggling and pointing to Julia, smiling and saying "dees, dees." Sidenote--Kate likes to call Julia "dees", which is her way of saying "this." I think Scott and I confused the poor girl as we used to always point to Julia and say "who is this, Kate, is this your sister?" Anyway........

So, I guess we need to maybe buy a crib tent? I don't want to. They're ugly. And expensive. I'm going to play the wait-and-see game, and if it happens again, I guess I'll give in.

In other news, the girls have had a great week--we went to Wee Play on Wednesday with Michelle and Jake (Kate's boyfriend), and we had a blast. I wish somebody would have told me about this place sooner--it rocks! It's basically a huge open room, all baby/toddler-proofed w/sandboxes, jungle gyms, pretend grocery stores, and mucho mucho toys--the girls were in hog heaven. They have a little dining area so you can feed your kids if need be, but even better than that--they sell coffee! And it's good coffee--there are like 10 flavors to pick from and they can do latte's and cappucino's!! So cool. The girls ran themselves ragged and just had so much fun. At one point, Kate came up and threw her arms around me, and I really think it was her way of saying "thanks, Mommy."

Okay, need to bust it out.

Heart hug.

2008-02-05T11:38:00.000-08:00

Strayer and The City

As most of you know, my dear friend Strayer came out for a visit a couple of weekends ago. She's getting ready to move across the pond due to her husband's job, so it was especially nice to get some alone time (read: child-free) with her before she leaves. For those needing some background deets, Strayer (first name, Jennifer) and I met many moons ago when we were both working at Abercrombie & Fitch. I will never forget the blindingly green coat she was wearing the first time I saw her--or that I thought she was soooo not the type of person I would be friends with (I was fresh out of my college-hippiedom days and fighting the lure of the prepsters). Talk about a case of not judging a book by it's cover (or a person by their outerwear).......Strayer has been my girl for over 10 years now, and I cannot imagine my life without her. We spent our swinging single days together, gallavanting and prowling the bars of Cincinnati, and ironically enough, we both started dating our hubbys at around the same time. She's the kind of person that will always have your back, and me loves her a whole hell of a lot. We've had so many crazy adventures together, and even though geography has been keeping us apart the past few years, I know we'll be kicking it until we're old and covering our gray with cheapo bottles of Miss Clairol.

She flew in Friday night, we went out w/Scott, yadda yadda. Nothing too exciting--just headed to a local eatery followed by a short visit to a neighboring waterhole. The Jersey boys were out in full effect, and I'm sure Strayer must have felt like she definitely wasn't in Kansas anymore!

Saturday was the BIG day--our day in the city, with no duties or responsibilities, other than enjoying ourselves to the fullest. We barely made the train into Manhattan, and almost went into cardiac arrest sprinting to the station. It was quite a sight, especially since Stray was lugging around a 28lb. suitcase! We truly had one of those days where everything went perfectly--I had a feeling we would since we made the train--I'm a bit of a believer in "signs."

Upon arriving in the city, we headed straight for the TKTS booth to try and snag tix to Rent (which Strayer had never seen). It was really important for us to get tickets since the run is ending soon, so we were a bit worried. Not only did we get our coveted tickets, our seats ended up being on the freaking floor in the fifth row--score freaking score! There's nothing cooler than having rocking seats to a rocking show!

Prior to the show, we met up with Lori (one of Stray's good friends) and her sister Katie. We had a great lunch, and headed over to the theater.

But wait--I skipped something HUGE--our hotel! We went to our hotel before lunch--duh, that's where we met up w/Lori and Katie. We had originally hoped to stay at The W, but couldn't justify spending that kind of dough. We ended up getting a room at, drumroll please, The Best Western........silence, before you judge! Let me just tell you that hotel was seriously one of Manhattan's best kept secrets. Located in the southern most part of Midtown, it looks like a dive from the street. And, since we were only paying $125/night (split 3 ways), we did NOT have high expectations. The gods were smiling on us that day--the front desk dude upgraded us for no additional charge to a 2-bedroom apartment that was seriously bigger than the first floor of my house!! This place was fully loaded and cute as can be! We could have fit a football team in there, or at least their defensive line.........it was crazy.

So, we go see Rent, it was great, not as great as the first time I saw it, but still great. Tamyra Gray from American Idol played Mimi, so that was kind of cool (not that I knew who she was prior to the show starting). The best part of the whole thing was getting to meet some of the cast members after the show. Katie, who lives in the city, is a huge Broadway buff (with a scary obsession w/Xanadu, but that's another story!), and suggested that we not leave the theatre right away. Lo and behold, out walks "Mark" about 5 minutes after the show ends. Being the cheesy tourista that I am, I totally mauled him and we had our pics taken with him. We got to meet some other members of the cast and got more pictures, and it was just so much fun. I felt like I was famous!

It was getting late so off we went to the subway (gross).......it took us a few tries but we eventually made our way to Canal Street, for, what else? Everyone's favorite pastime--shopping for fake designer bags! There is something highly liberating about doing something that makes you feel like you're breaking the law, and it was quite the experience. I bought an adorable imi-Prada (and a matching one for my sis), and Strayer bought an imi-Gucci.

We pre-partied in our hotel room before dinner, and then cabbed it to this Mexican place whose name is escaping me. The food was good, as were the drinks, but I was already a bit, ahem, tipsy. Dinner seemed to go by really fast, but I could be wrong about that.

We found a great little bar by our hotel and spent the rest of our evening there. I'll have to google it or else email Strayer to see if she remembers the name--I know it's something with "pig" in the title. There was a band playing, and for once (keep in mind, I'm an old broad now), the music was not only good, it also was the perfect volume--we were still able to talk without shouting over one another. And, it wasn't crowded so we were able to sit and/or dance whenever we felt the need. We drank, we talked, we laughed, we drank and drank and drank, and danced.........it was a blast!

Our night ended around 3ish in the a.m., and we stumbled back to the hotel. The next day was brutal beyond belief........hangovers are harder to cope with when you're in your thirties. Strayer had to catch an early flight, and I really felt for her when she left--pretty annoying to have to navigate your way to a somewhat unfamiliar airport of virtually no sleep!

All in all, it was a fan-great-astic time and I hope Strayer feels that it was a suitable "sendoff"! I'll miss ya, Stray--but as long as you don't pull a Madonna, you'll always be my girl (sniff, sniff)!

I'll post pictures when I have more time--just wanted to get this down while I had a minute.

Heart hug.

2008-01-21T10:44:00.000-08:00

Last week was exhausting and challenging, to say the least. I thought having newborn twins was hard, but man.......I don't know, I think having toddlers that are embracing the "terrible" part of the "terrible twos" may be even tougher. By Friday afternoon, I was questioning my ability to survive motherhood. Someone decided to give me a break and I was treated to a wonderful weekend.

Scott and I were lucky enough to have a date night on Friday--our favorite sitter, Abbey, took over our parenting duties for the evening and we went out for a fabulous dinner, followed by a nightcap at a local watering hole. We had a great time gorging our selves, and I really needed a night alone with my guy, away from the girls to regroup. The girls were pretty good for Abbey, minus one "incident" with Julia. She recently learned how to take off her pants, and she decided that it would be fun to take off her pants and diaper after Abbey put her to bed. It's unsurprising that Abbey had to rush upstairs to Julia wailing after she had peed all over herself and the contents of her crib. Other than that, no problemos.

Saturday couldn't have been more perfect--it was one of those rare days where everything just falls into place. The morning started off beautifully, as I was able to sleep in while Scott tended to the monkeys. I woke up to the sounds of the girls laughing, and I have to say, there really isn't any better way to start the day. Not only were the girls happy, but they were thrilled to see me when I came out of the bedroom--I was greeted with hugs and kisses and numerous exclamations of "oh, mommies" (Kate), and "hi, hi, hi" (Julia). The rest of the day proceeded in much of the same fashion, with the girls behaving beautifully and doing their best to claim the title of the cutest, sweetest, most precocious children to ever live.

We went to mass Saturday afternoon, and then out to dinner at a diner. The girls were well-mannered in the restaurant and I was really consumed by feelings of gratitude and joy. I think this was God's way of not only giving me a break, but also trying to reassure me that I was indeed up to the challenges that the girls have been throwing my way.

I've been really bad about keeping records on the girls' milestones, so after I type this post, I'm going to sit down and make a list of all the words they know. This is probably one of my favorite aspects of this age--the rate their vocabularies are expanding is amazing and I'm in awe of these little people.

Kate spoke what Scott and I have decided is her official first sentence the other day. As a former Lit major, it really melted my heart when she picked up her book as Scott was carrying her up to bed, and said, "Daddies, I read book." I'm so in love.....

I'll try and post the vocab list if time permits.......

Looking forward to this weekend, as my dear friend Strayer is coming for a visit before she moves across the pond. We're spending the night in the city on Saturday which means no mommy duty for almost 24 hours--holy shit!

Back later, heart hug!

2008-01-16T10:57:00.000-08:00

2008-01-16T10:20:00.000-08:00

Wow--I cannot believe it's been almost 2 months since my last post! I've really let my blogging fall to the sidelines and I'm not happy with myself for doing so. Things were insanely busy and chaotic here from Thanksgiving until the beginning of the new year. Both girls fell ill after Turkey Day, and spent almost a month battling double ear and sinus infections--not fun for any of us. I caught their sinus infection right before we were supposed to leave for the holidays, and we incidentally had to delay our travels a bit.

Anyway....I'll try not to let this post drag on too much, but it may be hard as I have a lot to share :).

Thanksgiving was wonderful and especially precious as we were able to spend time with my beloved grandmother as she turned 90. I am in awe that my grandma has been around for almost an entire century, and I am sooooo thankful that we were able to go to Ohio to surprise her for her birthday. If you met her, you wouldn't believe for a minute that she's 90--she's so spunky and cute and wonderful and we're all so lucky that she's still in good health. It meant a lot to me that she was able to spend time with the twoddlers. At one point, she picked Julia up and started bouncing her on her knee, singing a Lithuanian song that she used to sing to me and my sister. It took all of my self-control not to burst into tears.

Christmas was a whirlwind, but also soooo much fun--we were all very, very spoiled by our families. It was kind of hectic going back and forth b/n NJ, northern OH, and southwestern OH, but it was well-worth it. The times that we spend with our parents and siblings are the times I cherish the most. We don't get enough of those times now that we are living in Jersey, but being so far away from our families has really taught me to value the precious times together that we do get to share.

Kate has always had an affinity for Olivia, my sister's daughter, and this Christmas we really got to see that affinity blossom into something akin to worship! It was too cute to see how Kate just took in every single thing Olivia did--the two of them spent a lot of time holding hands and walking around my parents' house together. Olivia is such a little mother hen and it's just so sweet to see how patient and loving she is with the girls. She is wise beyond her years and I never tire of spending time with her.

I did feel bad for Jack, my nephew (and Olivia's little brother)--he was being so sweet to the girls, trying to play with them and repeatedly saying "hi", and the girls weren't very affectionate in return. They can be so unfriendly at times and it made me a bit sad. He's the spitting image of his Daddy, and it breaks my heart that I don't know him in the way that I know Livvy. I worry that he won't love me because I don't get to see him enough and I'm missing his formative years. He's just so freaking cute and funny--he loves to dance and it cracks me up to see that at the mere age of 2, he has more rhythm than Scott and I combined. Go figure though, my sister is the original dancing queen, so of course her kids can dance!

We have officially entered the "terrible twos" here.......the girls are really testing their boundaries, and although I know it's perfectly normal, it's incredibly challenging and frustrating. They fight with each other daily, and between the whining and tantrum-throwing, I fear that I may end up deteriorating into a state of psychosis. Julia can be such a bully and she has zero patience when it comes to waiting for things she wants (I think my dad would say she gets that from me!). Kate seems to be a bit more patient, but man, her tantrums are straight from hell. She hits and screams and when she's really ticked, bangs her head against the floor, the wall, or whatever solid object she can find. People keep telling me she will grow out of the head-banging phase, but I have yet to see it, thus, I don't believe it.

On a more positive note, the girls' language skills are realllllly taking off! It seems like they have a new word every hour, and it's really funny to listen to them. Kate has the same word for Santa, Sara, and Simon (our cat)--all three of them are "Sasa" (think of salsa without the "l"). She has also decided that every name needs to be pluralized (is that even a word?)--I am now "mommies", Scott is "daddies", and Julia is "buggies". Kate particularly enjoys going around the house and pointing to things that belong to either Scott or myself, and telling us who the item belongs to. She was playing in the laundry basket this morning, and actually pointed to a pair of Scott's boxers and said, "oh, daddies, daddies." Very cute.

One of Julia's favorite games is to start yelling Kate's name whenever Kate is either in a different room, or just simply not paying attention to Julia. She cannot pronounce the letter "k" very well, so she calls Kate "Tay." The past few afternoons during nap time, I've heard Julia babbling up in their room while Kate's sleeping, and every once in a while, she'll yell out "Tayyy, Tayyyy, TayTayTay." Luckily, she hasn't seemed to disturb Kate's sleep, but I know it's bound to happen.

Speaking of sleep, the girls have been really resistant to sleeping at night. They seem to be following this trend of falling asleep and then waking up after an hour in tears. These aren't the kind of tears/crying fits that I'm able to ignore as they work themselves into absolute frenzies. That in and of itself is trying, but it's even worse since they are going through a big "only Mommy can comfort me" phase. And, to top it off, they both get very angry when I try to comfort them both at the same time. I used to think there was nothing harder than the newborn stage and all the sleepless nights, but I have been proven wrong.

Okay, need to get some stuff done. I'm going to try my damnedest to be a better blogger this year..........good old resolutions and what not.

I'll post some new pics taken w/the newest member of our family--my beloved and gorgeous Canon Rebel XT! Still need to learn how to use it well........but, that's a whole nother post!

Heart hug!

2007-11-19T11:56:00.000-08:00

Wow, I've been a really lazy blogger lately. I'm going to blame it on Scott being in China last week--clearly it wasn't his fault I wasn't blogging, but I was running around like a crazy woman while he was gone. The girls and I went to the gym almost every day (they FINALLY like being in the nursery there), and I got a lot of cleaning done.

Speaking of cleaning.......seriously, somebody should just surgically attach the vaccuum cleaner to my arm because I feel like that's all I ever do. We have a newish vaccuum that I HATE--it's bulky, extremely loud, and really annoying. Now, I do know that vaccuum cleaners aren't meant to be fun, but ours really sucks (pun intended). It doesn't matter what setting I put it on, it never seems to want to eat anything off of our hardwood floors. Every time I vaccuum, which is at least twice a day, I have to alternate between our regular vac and our mini to get our living room floors fully cleaned. It's infuriating and I spent a lot of time last week contemplating just taking a hammer to the damn thing. Since I couldn't think of a logical way to justify such destruction to Scott, I refrained. Barely.

The girls are doing so well and were really good while Scott was gone. Kate had a harder time coping and by the end of the week, you could tell she just wanted her daddy back. Scott came home Saturday morning, and right before his car pulled up, I asked Kate if she knew who was coming to see her today. Without missing a beat, she looked at me and said "Da da." About two minutes later, Scott walked in the door (as I was carrying the girls downstairs for breakfast), and Kate practically jumped out of my arms into Scott's. She spent the majority of the weekend following her daddy around, randomly giving him hugs, and just beaming at him every time he looked at her or opened his mouth.

On Friday, Julia decided that she was going to work on pronunciation--she spent a lot of time this weekend cracking us up as she practiced saying "noooo", "hiiiiii", and "byyyye." Previously, those three words were pronounced "nah", "hah", and "ba ba", so it was really precious to watch Julia figure out how to talk like a big girl. She was very pleased with herself, as evidenced by her squeals of laughter and the rounds of applause she gave herself. She also got a kick out of walking around and pointing to the outlets while saying "noooooo, mama, noooooo." That child makes me fall in love with her about a million times over every day.

We leave for Ohio on Wednesday to spend Thanksgiving with my family. My grandmother is turning 90 the day before Turkey Day, and she doesn't know we're coming to see her. I am so excited. There's nothing more that I love than being with my family and I can't wait to see the look on my grandma's face when she sees us. I'm sure I'll burst into tears!

Nothing more to report--I need to start packing before our mini-vacay!

Happy Thanksgiving to all!

Heart hug,
Karen

2007-11-01T07:28:00.002-07:00

2007-11-01T07:28:00.001-07:00

Letters to My Girls......

Kate: Oh boy, my sweet and wild little carb-addict--what are we going to do with you? Meal times have truly become a tug-of-war as your list of acceptable foods grows shorter each day. You would be perfectly happy if I were to feed you nothing but chicken nuggets and goldfish. You used to be such a good eater--veggies, fruits, you'd pretty much eat anything put in front of you. I don't know what happened, but I have a feeling this may be payback, as I was a horribly picky eater for a long time (until, like, 5 years ago).

You're such a funny girl--you're so active and mischievous at home, but the minute we get to music class, you attach yourself to my lap..........I have to admit, as much as I want you to enjoy our music outings, I do love getting to snuggle with you--you're growing up so fast and I know that my time to cuddle with my sweetpeas is limited. It won't be long before you're telling me how much you dislike me because I won't let you wear makeup to school, so, I'm going to enjoy every single second that you want to be with me.

Your daddy and I are really getting a kick out of what a chatterbox you are (hmmm, wonder which side of the family that comes from?)! You are constantly talking and you're vocabulary is getting pretty impressive. You can't talk about going "bye-bye" without mentioning your shoes--good thing I have you to remind me that, yes, we should always wear shoes when leaving the house. You're still on your mooing kick--you know that cats meow, dogs bark, and Mommy and Daddy talk, but you still insist on mooing everytime we come to get you from your room. Are you trying to tell us, perhaps, that we look like cows? Hmmmm......

You are such a daddy's girl through and through. Lately, you haven't been able to settle down for the night until seeing your beloved "Dada." Needless to say, your bedtimes have been getting later and later as we wait for Daddy to return home. It's quite amusing, and certainly heart-melting, to see your face light up with such pure joy when you see your number one guy. You follow him around like a lil' pup, and cannot get enough of him. The feeling is mutual--you have your father wrapped around your tiny little fingers!

I love you so much, Taties, I wish I could freeze these moments as I know they are all too fleeting! You are such a drama-queen and I wish I could gobble you up with those delicious cheeks!

Julia: You sweet little bug--what a delightful child you are!! You're so quick to laugh and smile and I am constantly amazed by your curiosity for the world around you. You want to know the names of everything, and you are always turning over your toys to see how they work. Daddy and I are convinced that you have a future in engineering--especially since we've seen how adept and skilled you are at constructing block towers!

Unlike Kate, you are really getting a kick out of music class. I wish I could get some video of your performances--especially this past week's, during water time. I knew you were going to go nuts as soon as Ms. K brought out the pan filled with bubble water. I didn't, however, know that you would proceed to pick up the pan, hold it over your head, and dump the entire thing over your body. What a vision you were--I thought for sure you would burst into tears, especially since your clothes were DRENCHED! As always, you surprised me by bursting into peals of uncontrollable laughter (not before giving the smuggest of smug smiles). Your classmates were thrilled with your display, and rewarded you with a mixture of giggles and applause. Talk about a priceless moment.

You had us a bit worried last week--we thought you were going to break up with Lovey. You know how filthy Lovey gets, and I thought I was being a conscientious mommy by washing Lovey (which I try to do on a weekly basis, even though it's next to impossible to get him out of your clutches). I tried to give Lovey back to you after his bath, but you went into crisis mode and not only rejected your most-favorite item in the world, you proceeded to cry. For almost 8 hours straight. Until almost 2.in.the.morning. AAAGGGHHHH! I know your heart was hurting, but buggy-baby, it was incredibly tough on us. You were inconsolable, and it took around three days for you to resume your normal love affair with Lovey. I am TERRIFIED to wash him again--God help us!

You love being outside, and are particularly interested in leaves. You cannot be in our yard without finding a leave to carry around with you (much like you carry Lovey) as you explore the other leaves on the ground. You're still fairly interested in the mulch, but at least you have learned to refrain from eating it (maybe you could convince Kate that it isn't such a good idea?). You find such pleasure in the simplest of things and it's a thrill to watch you explore the world around you.

My beautiful smiley girl, I cannot get enough of you, and you tug on my heartstrings every time you say "Mama" in your sweet little girly-girl voice. I couldn't love you more if I tried!

I AM the luckiest person in the world.

Heart hug.

2007-10-24T04:35:00.000-07:00

I only have a couple of minutes before the twoddlers start screaming for their supper (breakfast actually, but no time for worrying about semantics). It's been awhile since I last posted, so I'm hoping to hop back on later today to talk about my monkeys. They've been quite the hams lately, and I have this mental list of adorable things they've done that I don't want to forget. I'm notoriously bad at record-taking (i.e., baby books), but there are certain events that I NEED to remember.

Things are going well here.......had my surgery yesterday, the old ute' looks lovely. I should know, they were kind enough to show me pictures of it afterwards. Really not necessary, but hey, whateva. No polyps or fibroids, but we won't have the biopsy results until Friday. My ob was nice enough to call me personally last night just to see how I was feeling. I'm telling you, I've had the best luck w/ob's over the past couple of years. My doc in Cincy rocked, and my doc here is so amazing........

And, boom, like clockwork, I hear the call of the loves of my life...hope to be back later!

Heart hug!

2007-10-13T04:33:00.000-07:00

Yesterday was lovely, just lovely. I have found a wonderful babysitter for the girls--she's a third-grade teacher and she's recently given her notice so she can stay home full-time with her son. I'm always perusing the ads on Craig's List for sitters, and it had never dawned on me that it would be okay to find a sitter who watches kids out of her house. Well, I happened to answer her ad, after all, she lives in the same town I do. This woman is amazing--she's so good with the girls, and she has the ultimate setup in her basement. Seriously, she has more toys than FAO Schwarz and it truly is a toddler's paradise.

I've decided that Friday mornings are mommy mornings--the girls go to the sitter's, and I get to run my errands (or sit on my duff) sans children. Yesterday was only the second time we've used Michelle, but it was so fab. There was some whining on Kate's part when I left, but apparently she calmed down pretty fast. So much so, that upon my return, neither one of the girls wanted to give me the time of day. Kate was kind enough to briefly walk over to me and say "bzlkci, xliue, lisht, bahhhhh", and then it was back to playing. Julia gave me a quick glance, but really wanted nothing to do with me. It took a longgggg time to get the girls out of there, and Kate started crying in the car when we left. I don't think I'm cutting it anymore--their interest in mommy as an entertainment source is dwindling. Rapidly.

But--things are definitely looking up here. We have another playdate Monday with Diann and her adorable twins, Tuesday we have music, and Wednesday we're going to go to our church's playgroup. Hello, social butterflies! Who woulda thunk?

The girls continue to amaze me--their language skills really seem to be taking off and it's so freaking cool. Kate's always been more of a talker, but lil' Julia has just been picking up words and sounds left and right the past couple of days. Her new favorite thing to say is "mama", which just melts my heart. The best is when she and Kate both start chanting my name. Warm fuzzies, for sure.

A special shout-out of heartfelt congratulations to Kari & Brian who just discovered that they are expecting #2!!! Yay! Jackson's going to be a big brother :)! So happy for you guys and we wish you an uneventful and healthy nine months.

My monkeys should be waking up soon, so motherly duty calls (in the form of making sippy-cups).

Heart hug--hope everyone's loving this cool weather as much as I am!

2007-10-11T11:04:00.000-07:00

After talking to my sister this morning, I realized I needed to be a bit clearer (is that a word?) on something I wrote yesterday. You know, something regarding me having another baby? Yeah.....um, for those who thought I was serious, no. NO. I'm currently going through a "I DON'T want another baby" phase, and I was just kidding when I said that. There are a multitude of reasons that I won't bore you with regarding my current stance on this issue. Plus, I reserve the right to change my mind without a moment's notice and I wouldn't want anything held against me :) !

Anyway.......

I.must.clean. NOW. I don't want to so I keep allowing myself to be distracted by the internet.

Until later, heart hug.

2007-10-10T07:50:00.000-07:00

18-Month Stats Are In......

......and the girls are FINALLY at the 20-lb. mark. Stats are as follows:

Kate: 22.2 lbs, 32" tall
Julia: 20.3 lbs, 31.5" tall

So, both girls are still on the small side for their age, but that's fine with me. You all know I don't want them to be freakishly tall! They cried a lot, no suprise there, and the crying started long before the shots began (of which they each received 4--ouch!). But, Dr. B was very encouraging and complimentary, as he always is, and it was a really good visit. I'm praying that United gets their act together--they are currently in negotiations with our pediatric practice, and I will be so devastated if we have to switch practices.

I decided to just carry the girls into the office today, sans stroller. I held Julia, and Kate held my hand and walked. How is my precious girl old enough to WALK while holding my hand??? It was weird--one of those disconcerting moments that makes one all too aware of just how fast time is passing. I almost started to cry as my mental fast-forward button was involuntarily pushed......visions of the poohberty blues and teenagers telling me they hate me started dancing around my head. *sigh* It's going too fast. I know I say that too much, but it is.

Maybe I need to have another baby.

Don't really have any other news to report. Signing off for now.

Heart hug.

2007-10-09T05:36:00.000-07:00

Happy of Happiest Birthdays, Scott!!!

In honor of your 33rd, I thought it would be apropos to let you know a few things. Ahem, drum roll please........

In no particular order, here are 33 Things I Love About YOU:

33. Your sense of humor--so goofy and over the top at times, but truly one of your best
qualities.
32. The way you know, when I'm crying, to "dab, not wipe" my tears away.
31. Your intense loyalty to your family and friends.
30. Your inherent sense of right and wrong, and your willingness to stand up and fight for
what you believe in.
29. You clean and do chores without me having to even ask. Heck, you think of things that need
to be done around the house that I would never dream of, and you get them done.
28. The way you smell when you leave for work in the morning--yum!!!
27. All the inside jokes that we've shared over the past seven years ("a little or a lot, a little or
medium?").
26. Our musical repertoire--the girls have no idea that they are the offspring of such lyrical
geniuses!
25. Your various pecadilloes, which although, annoying--are still endearing.....I certainly don't
comprehend how one person can leave such a watery mess around the sink in the morning,
but it never fails to make me smile.
24. Your total devotion to and adoration of our girls--they couldn't have hoped for a better dad.
23. The little things you do to make my life special (i.e.: you knew how upset I was about not
being able to decorate for Xmas when we moved out here, and you had the NYC apartment
all decked out for me when I arrived!).
22. The sound of your laugh, especially when you're having a good belly laugh--I love how your
whole body shakes with glee when you're particularly amused by something and the tears
start to sneak out of the corners of your eyes.
21. You cook. And you do it as well as somebody whose had high-end, formal training. Your
culinary creativity is amazing, and I've had some of the best meals of my life because of
your talents.
20. The way you look in jeans--umm, hello delicious!
19. Your appreciation of the simple things.
18. Your faith, and the way you've never faltered in your beliefs. I've learned a lot from you,
and my faith is stronger as a result of the example you've set..
17. Your work ethic--admirable, impressive, and inspiring. You work harder than anyone I
know, and I'm so proud of all that you've accomplished, especially lately--WOW.
16. Your modesty....again, it floors me at times that anytime you are rewarded for your efforts,
you act as if it's no big deal--you appreciate being recognized, but remain humble at all
times.
15. Your hugs.
14. Your persistence, and patience--you certainly need more than your share of both, living
with me.
13. You know the proper way to take my socks off.
12. Your dimples and the way your smile lights up your whole face (Julia gets that from you).
11. The way you keep turning all of our white linens pink because it's just too hard to remember
that the red throw rug cannot be washed with whites.
10. The perma-grin you have when it comes to all things Kate & Julia--you never tire of talking
about them, just as you never tire of being with them.
9. Our Friday night routine, love it.
8. Your willingness to give me the day off from Mommy-duty--you never make me feel like
I'm asking too much of you.
7. The way you have to be enveloped in a cocoon of pillows when you sleep.
6. Your uncanny ability to know what I'm thinking and put my thoughts into words before I
can even open my mouth.
5. You NEVER forget my birthday or our anniversary.
4. You write the best love letters.
3. Your committment to giving all three of "your girls" the best life possible.
2. The way you claim to hate cheese, but yet, you're always eating it, in various forms.
1. You're mine, not in a "Fatal Attraction" kind of way, more of a "you had me at hello" kind of
thing. I'm so lucky to be loved by you, and to have you to love. We have a beautiful life
together, and I wouldn't change a thing about it.

Happy Birthday, my love--I'm counting down the hours until you come home tonight.

2007-10-08T06:13:00.000-07:00

Daddy's HOME!!!!!

We couldn't be happier to have Scott back with us--he returned from Poland Thursday night. Life is good. The girls were on cloud nine all weekend, and I know it's because their number one guy is back home where he belongs. Scott and I went and looked in on the girls the night he returned. Julia had zero interest in waking up to see her dad, but man, I wish you could have seen the smile on Kate's face when she sat up and saw her daddy in her room--it was absolutely beatific (and heart-melting, of course). As soon as she Scott, she reached for him and smiled a smile that could melt icecaps. Another one of those moments I wish I could have captured on film.

We had a great weekend with them--there were numerous trips to playgrounds and parks, although we were disappointed to see that the playground on our street is currently closed for construction. We took the girls to lunch on Saturday, and they behaved like perfect little ladies. Scott was one proud papa, and it was surprising to see how well-mannered they were--no tantrums, and minimal incidents of throwing their food on the floor.

Julia's language acquisition seems to really be taking off--she found some new words this weekend, including "row row". Bamma, aka, Scott's mom, taught the girls one of their favorite games--which involves hand-holding while sitting, and singing "Row, Row, Row Your Boat." while moving back and forth. We hadn't played that one in a while, and Scott asked the girls if they wanted to do "Row, Row" this weekend. Both girls went nuts, and Scott was trying to do it with both of them at the same time. Julia did NOT want to share Daddy's hands with her sister, and repeatedly pushed Kate's hands away.

We have a playdate this morning--with another set of twin girls, Haley and Taylor. Their mom, Diann, and I met via our twins' club, and then again at pre-preschool. I'm really excited about it--I'll be back later to let everyone know how it goes!

Heart hug!

2007-10-03T16:42:00.000-07:00

Some not-so-great pictures taken outside today. It was a gorgeous day, but the twoddlers were not down with posing for the camera.

They did have a lot of fun yelling "WOW" at the top of their lungs every time an airplane flew overhead. That's why their mouths are wide open in some of the pics--lots of planes equals lots of twoddler yelling.

P.S. Um yeah, I clearly am failing in the housekeeping department, as evidenced by the disgusting layer of grime and muck on the back of the deck chair. Gross. Sorry.

2007-10-03T05:30:00.001-07:00

HOUSTON, WE'VE BEEN EXPELLED!!!

And I am fuming!!! Expelled from what, you ask? Oh, yeah, that would be pre-preschool, of which we attended one whole class. Yesterday. To try and make a long story short, here's the litany of reasons Ms. Shittypants (the teacher) provided as she gave us our oral pink slip via telephone.

*The class started 3 wks. ago, and it wasn't fair to the other moms who had been attending the entire time for me & the girls to "just waltz in" (Nevermind that Ms. Shittypants said it wouldn't be a problem last week on the phone, even when I repeatedly wondered aloud if I should wait until the next session.)

*The girls are too young for the class, even though the title of the class is "Mommy & Me Time for 18-24 Month Olds" (Again, thank you Ms. Shittypants, I told you last week they just turned 18 mos. You need to change the title of the class to "Mommy and Me for Whatever Ages Ms. Shittypants Wants.")

*The girls, though "beautiful" (Thank you Ms. Shittypants, I KNOW they're beautiful. You, however, are not. Your bangs are entirely too high, and could be categorized as a weapon of mass destruction.), couldn't sit still for the painting activity and they don't know how to paint. (Doesn't matter that neither of the girls bothered anyone during this period, they played quietly even though 2 other children weren't sitting still and were being disruptive to others who were painting)

*There is an 8-child limit per class. Ms. Shittypants claimed not to know, during our phone call last week, that there were already 7 children in the class, and the addition of my girls would push the class over the limit. Now, my father will be the first to tell you that my math skills are on par with those of a six-month old. But even I know that 7+2=9. I counted the number of kids there yesterday--there were 8 total, INCLUDING the girls. Ms. Shittypants refused to acknowledge that it is part of her job description, to know at all times, how many children are enrolled in her class. (It must be beyond challenging to remember how many students you have when you're only teaching ONE class, eh, Miss Shittypants.)

I believe that covers it, but I feel like I'm leaving something out. Will be back to edit if my memory decides to return.

The thing that really stinks about it is that Kate & Julia really enjoyed themselves, as did I. The other moms were so nice and down-to-earth, which seems to be a true rarity here in Joisey. I was so incredibly proud of them, even with Kate being a bit clingy. Julia was on a mission to have fun, and she did--I wish I had video of her dancing during circle singing time, it was adorable!

Okay, off to try and take some pics of my monkeys so I can post them here!

Heart hug!

2007-09-30T06:35:00.000-07:00

It's going to be a long week. I hope I'm wrong, but, I have a sinking feeling I'm right. The husband is in Poland, and Kate is NOT happy about it. He hasn't even been gone for 24 hours yet, and she woke up today with Daddy on her mind. As soon as I lifted her out of her crib, the "da DAH" anthem began. The chanting got faster and faster (and louder and louder), and by the time I was finished changing her diaper, she was crying hysterically for her daddy. How on earth do you explain to an 18-month old that Daddy won't be home for a week???? It's heartbreaking to watch her run from room to room, pointing her little finger as she looks for her number one guy, and then crying as she realizes Daddy isn't in any of the rooms. We may not survive this, and I'm really wishing I could push the fast-forward button so Friday could just get here already.

Despite the drama, the girls did give me one of those sweet-heartwarming-I d0n't want to forget this kind of moments this morning. We were in the basement, hanging out (more specifically, I was on the computer and they were jumping around like little spazzes). Things got a bit quiet and I looked up from my typing to see the girls sitting on our ugly Ikea chair together--Julia had her thumb in her mouth as she clutched Lovey, and Kate had both arms around her lil' sis. It was truly a sight to behold, they both looked so content (rare these days!). Of course, I went to take a pic, and my camera battery had no juice! I hope that's a sign that they will be BFF, just as I want them to.

I already miss Scott, and did something so incredibly stupid last night.......yeah, I do stupid things all the time, but this one really took the cake. I thought it would be a good idea to indulge myself with a pay-per-view and watch some sappy kind of chick flick. I ended up renting Premonition, starring Sandy Bullock and her tinylittletank*. For those of you who haven't seen this very lame movie, Sandy's hubby is killed in a car accident and she time travels to try and stop it. It doesn't work and he dies anyway. These are not the kind of things you want to think about when your honey is traveling internationally, especially on the night that he will be in a big, scary plane flying across an even bigger and scarier ocean. Needless to say, I didn't sleep well last night, and am anxiously waiting for the hubby's phone call to let me know he's made it to solid ground safely.

Which reminds me of a funny Scott story.......most of you know that Scott has a bit of the Polish blood in his ancestry. Before he left yesterday, we were talking about his upcoming trip--neither of us have ever been to Poland. I spoke w/a girlfriend yesterday, and it turns out she was recently in Poland for a business trip. As I was relaying her impressions of Poland to Scott, he looks at me and says the following:

"Well, Poland's a lot like Ohio, it's not impressive but it's where I'm from." (Insert laughter spewing forth from me old belly).

Me: "What do you mean, it's where your from? You grew up in Cleveland. In OHIO."

S: "Well, I may have grown up in Cleveland, but Poland is my home. Just like Cleveland."

He really seemed to believe he was returning to his native land, like he was some Polish refugee that had been uprooted and trapped, forced to live in a place that he didn't really belong.

Aww, Scottie, if you're out there reading this, that logic of yours, as convoluted as it may be, is one of the things I love the most about you. You say such bizarre things, but you say them with such conviction that they *almost* make sense.

Signing off for now.....heart hug.

*For those of you who don't celebrate the entire collection of Sandra Bullock, start watching her movies. If you can find one where she isn't wearing a teeny tiny tank top, I will give you a million dollars. Seriously, I think she makes it a contractual clause that if she's going to accept a role, she'll only do it if she can appear in the majority of scenes in her ttt's (teensy tiny tanks). It's weird.

2007-09-28T15:34:00.001-07:00

2007-09-28T10:06:00.000-07:00

Wow, I almost can't believe that I'm actually (read: FINALLY) typing my first blog entry. Not that I'm a procrastinator or anything (decopuage, anyone?). I've only had this account set up for about six months now. So, in Karen time, it's pretty amazing that I'm already getting around to this. Of course, now that I am typing, I realize just how little I have to say. Um, yeah, right.

I guess I should say something about the girls, that would be the logical thing to do since this is their blog, or rather, that was the reason behind me wanting to start a blog.

Well, since we've been back from Ohio (thank you again to my beloved Sara and her incredibly tolerant husband, Dan, for the hospitality), Kate has been on a huge "daddy kick." Every single night at 7:30, which is usually when the husband gets home from work, Kate starts screaming in her crib "Da-dah, Da-dah, Da-DAHHHHHHH." It's kind of cute and funny, but with the husband's schedule this past week, it's become a bit exhausting. For the first time, I am not able to placate my child with my loving motherly touch, or my lame attempts at singing/dancing/babble-talk. I've actually kept the girls up late a couple of times, just so Kate could get her Daddy fix. Scott, of course, loves it (he'd be a fool not to), but I dread next week--he jets off to Poland tomorrow, and I'm not quite sure how Kate is going to survive. Is it wrong of me to have visions of doping up my baby dancing around in my head? I'm kidding, kind of.....

Julia is, well, Julia--she's full of smiles, giggles, and kisses. Of course, she has no interest in kissing me, or the husband, or even Lovey......she prefers to just walk around kissing the air. She has been much more of a cuddler the past two weeks, and I've loved every minute of it. She's so fiercely independent sometimes, that I feel like she forgets she has a mom--quite a change from her baby-twaby days when she couldn't leave my side. She's still obsessed with kitchen utensils--she has "her" drawer in the kitchen that is emptied every single morning (and multiple times throughout the day)........she actually managed to sneak a spatula into her crib yesterday. I went to get her from her nap, and there the spatula was, all nestled in right next to Lovey--that spatula doesn't even know what an honor it is to be positioned next to the almighty Lovey--wow!

Both girls have finally, thanks to my goddess of a sister, mastered the art of climbing down the stairs. This has made my life a bit easier, or at least it's made my back ache a bit less. Prior to our Ohio trip, they were pros at climbing up the stairs (annoying), but could not figure out how to successfully navigate their way down. Sara, and darling Miss Olivia (who is such an adorable "mother hen" at only 4 years old), really worked with the girls to show them how to scoot down the stairs without injuring themselves. While I love that they have mastered this task, it's another one of those things that makes me realize my twabies aren't twabies anymore.

Those of you who are actually reading this know that this week has been rough--one of our dear friends Kasey was brutally attacked last weekend in the very town where I grew up. Most of you know that Kasey is a true gem of a guy--witty, creative, hilarious and deeply loved by many. To say that I hope his attackers burn in hell is an understatement, but I will save my vengeful thoughts for another time. Kasey's skull was fractured during the attack, and he's going to be in the hospital for quite some time. The important thing is that Kasey is no longer in a coma, and we are hoping and praying that he will continue down the road to recovery without any major glitches. Sara has been able to see him twice now, and she is keeping me updated on his progress. I ask all of you to keep your prayers coming his way--Kasey is one of a kind, and the world needs more people like him.

So, that's it for now......I need to play around with all the cool templates, etc. so I can truly Karenize ("mah colahs are blush and bashful") this thing.

Heart hug.