May 2013

“I know why Noah and I have the same faces. That’s what they had at the store.”

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Yesterday Drew’s behavior was on “red” (a scale where behavior is rated from green, yellow to red). Although it’s not the first time and probably won’t be the last, you can imagine my delight. After my line of interrogation fell on deaf ears, I decided to march into school and demand an explanation (or walk in with my tail between […]

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Not long ago I was bitching and moaning about my ongoing nursing issues and my friend asked me point blank…why not stop? Why not make it easier on yourself? Hm…there’s a thought. Noah is nearing five months and I am still going strong. I’ve actually gotten myself in a very nice rhythm where I’m minimally put out by it and […]

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I’ve been feeling under the weather, so I went to the doc. He asked me if I ever feel stressed. WHAT?! Is it possible to NOT feel stressed? Isn’t stress a constant? It’s like someone asking if it’s ever windy in Chicago. In order for a given day to run smoothly, I must rally the troops, take inventory on what […]

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Two and a half years of training Gabby to be my little princess (or “ya-ya” as the case may be) has done me well. And low and behold she is a card carrying member of the Princess Club. I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t over think it…just a bit. Gabby’s biggest obsession has been for Cinderella, a fine choice […]

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More and more I’m finding Noah to look (and frighteningly act) like Drew. Maybe it’s all of the hand me downs he’s been sporting. Maybe it’s because he’s my second boy so it’s only natural I compare them. Whatever it is, it’s taking me on a major trip down memory lane. I’ve been dusting off some oldies but goodies of […]

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Sometimes it feels like I’m in the trenches of war. I’m barricaded by the bomb strike ahead, I’m under siege by the machine guns at my right and the sniper is sneaking up on me at the left. And in the midst of it all, I see a hand. A hand that is shaking just as much as mine. A […]

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