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Birthday Party Planning

August 25, 2010 | No Comments »

I’ve started my new job and things are more than a little crazy at the moment.  But what is keeping me awake at night right now is the fact that my soon-to-be 4 year old son found a picture of a fisher cat, and has decided that is the theme he wants for his birthday.  He wants to invite “all” his friends (which I understand as his day care friends) so we can’t really afford a location other than our house.  Any suggestions or ideas anyone has for a 4-year-old “fisher cat” birthday party would be greatly appreciated oh wise internets.  Please help! :-)

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This Boy…

August 4, 2010 | 3 Comments »
Cheese!

Cheese!

This boy challenges me in ways I never could have expected.  I am his favorite at the moment and any other adult is just not acceptable.  During one-on-one time he is the most fabulous child.  He laughs and plays, he is helpful and happy and cooperative.  And then life returns to normal with additional family members and my little guy gets so upset.  He is obstinate and uncooperative and just plain grumpy.  He is our high and low child.  When he is good he is oh so good but when he is mad, oh boy watch out.  Regardless of the highs and lows I am so totally in love with him – even when he hits me and calls me “bad mommy”.  Apparently I can just give him a chocolate cupcake and all is forgiven…

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This Boy…

July 29, 2010 | No Comments »

Xander checking out some birdsThe boy in this picture – he moves to a preschool classroom tomorrow.  He starts skating lessons on Tuesday.  He can pluck anything he wants off counter tops.  He likes to have privacy while using the potty, but still wants help getting dressed.  He loves his new swing set but doesn’t really want to play outside by himself yet.  This boy will have a sleepover with his best friend or any family member anytime he can and asks just about every morning “what are we doing today?”  This boy has the sweetest disposition ever.  He dotes on his younger brother, looks out for him, plays with him and loves him without any prompting from his parents.  He can also be a little shy and timid in new situations.  This boy will be 4 years old in 53 days.

This boy can’t possibly be the boy that I just gave birth to – it can’t possibly be almost 4 years ago now.

Our first day

Our first day


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Changes…

July 26, 2010 | No Comments »

I got the job I applied for.  I’m am beyond excited about it.  The new job got me thinking about the past several years. Here is a quick timeline:

2002 – Graduated college, moved out of state, got two new jobs, got engaged

2003 – Married, another 2 new jobs, bought a house!

2006 – Baby! Also, another new job

2007 – Another new job (yeah, I’ve had a few…) and a new car

2008 – Another baby!

2009 – Sold the house, sold the car and bought a new (used) one and got a new job (again…)

2010 – Bought a new house!  We plan to be there for a loooong time.  Also, another new job.  But, I plan to stay here for a loooong time as well.

So the past 7 years have had lots of life changes.  But there are no new babies.  There will be no new house or car purchases or job changes in the foreseeable future.  So what do you think, will I get bored without change?

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Stress and Frustration

July 14, 2010 | 1 Comment »

I attempted a pretty big life-changing move a few weeks ago.  I’m pretty sure I failed.  However I don’t know that for certain and the stress over waiting is damn near driving me insane.  I just want to know one way or another.  If I did indeed fail, if I am doomed to be a “secretary” for the next 50 years then I like to know so that I can spend a day (or two) wallowing in self pity and crying into a big tub of ice cream.  If I didn’t fail, then damn, tell me already!  I thought I did well, I worked so hard.  I wanted it with every fiber of my being.  I prayed for days (still am, on the very off chance that I didn’t fail).  Every day that passes solidifies my belief that I failed, but since no one is allowed to (or has the balls to? I’m not quite sure which) to tell me what the decision was, I instead sit here, a big giant stress ball waiting for the phone to ring, or not…