tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21388236177969709172024-02-06T18:41:08.538-08:00a thousand wordsand sometimes I just have a lot to sayJessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13449284517615834602noreply@blogger.comBlogger114125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138823617796970917.post-57597839178401979202009-10-20T17:12:00.000-07:002009-10-20T17:34:19.187-07:00Return of Ten on Tuesday!1. This week marks a month of meal planning. I know what you're thinking- 'so what?' or " DUH!". I decided one day ( about a month ago, ha ha) to use everything we had in the house and plan meals around that. I know, more "duh!"... but b/c my husband works odd hours and for a bunch of other reasons, its been easy to just whip up something quick for Madeline and myself come dinner time. I let my husband fend for himself most of the time. But this has been awesome- I've been losing weight w/o trying, Madeline is eating new things and my husband comes home to a nice hot meal. Well, after he micrwaves it. I should have channeled my 1950's housewife sooner.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />2. I'm trying to re-do my blog. I've been neglecting it b/c it easier to post pictures on facebook. But then I realized that I was missing out on the little moments and stories that comprise madeline at 3.5. this is her baby book, pretty much. I had to update the picture and I want to change over to another blog that allows you to post larger pictures... I'll have to look into it<br /><br /><br />3. Madeline is 2 months into school and LOVES it.<br /><br />4. I'm getting the itch to do some Xmas shopping. I've already finished my neices, but I leave madeline for right about now. I have some good ideas for the in-laws, my parents and everyone else too. I love this time of year.<br /><br /><br /><br />5. Speaking of this time of year, lets talk Halloween. Next week , we are invited to three Halloween events. I am hoping Madeline wears her costume. When we first got it, it was too itchy, so I fixed it. By "I" , I mean " I took it to a tailor to fix it" But it came out so cute and I hope she wears it. Really looking forward to her Halloween parade at school.<br /><br /><br /><br />6. I am continuing my own summer reading club. I've read about 25 books since the beginning of June. I am reading Kathy Griffins memoir. Its hysterical.<br /><br /><br /><br />7. Going this weekend to meet my baby cousin Ayanna. Can't wait to hold a newborn. well, month old.<br /><br /><br /><br />8. 4 nights out of 7 Madeline is going ot bed all by herslef. its great in some ways... I have spent way too many night on her floor waiting for her to sleep... but b/c I'm crazy, it makes me sad too. Ugh, motherhood. It messes you up good.<br /><br /><br /><br />9. soccer has been... well we've only had one game. 2 rainouts and one holiday weekend. madeline did well the first time, but who knows about the next time. we'll see.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="left">10. some pictures? Of course</div><div align="center"><em>Maddie and her Punkin</em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394843939727228434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3BeV4zp_rtXeh64fRc69-OQJH9dPqR9G6VTmDQLMvBkzmZ2b6eTAlqI5Zr-qNYnOUPCoyjnLnpAMxSe_sl6wVZheyBjaLZ_NCMObzs4wf5GMs1-t8AniByO85Dn2ajT-dWq1JRhgk7nE/s400/9octpumkin+107.JPG" border="0" /><em>she wrote her name all by herself( !!!)</em> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394843930509767330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg32hxWD9iWfA7eWDrD23yen4M5crFN5Xaux88uC4_RqMwEDS9iSEefrYEgfgi9TDS2wrVo3SZY8CyD-YCxpA_cTe9eHN1Ifqj30vdG62Y4x813itP5b_1KMV-jM2AdFolYHzovYNAAsvk/s400/9octpumkin+006.JPG" border="0" /></div><em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394843924740306930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioq8UW6fMYLZKhiEWvVKYUcWqWrIUyh7c4iZmBBzRdmh4dvknjpmh0z-WxGp3Y4TKWf3a9VHwkN7VG5cCia1ujsKB9IsjPSxL1j4SWOAowONf5OajftX3Fe-YAJEajvzCyMcAm1DksAgU/s400/9octpumkin+098.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center">After three and a half years, I finally see SOME of me in her. </p><p align="center">and look how long her hair is getting </em></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394843915649068994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifATKkj5nmJzlNDKXLAzqhUE1N6Oc7Wt7SioHCYq2FC4MCqPRs5CtGbyLH7oJjAe7dbh_ubLo7N1yBGWX-mypug-ZYPZlX5CU566COxNgztEKAbVqTCTdWBH_5lsoy3CAZ3cM54UeoLWQ/s400/9octpumkin+038.JPG" border="0" />Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13449284517615834602noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138823617796970917.post-23197760271445340872009-10-07T12:31:00.000-07:002009-10-07T12:33:19.712-07:00popcornScene: Target, 12pm. Popcorn on the floor . As Madeline walks by and sees it, she says:<br /> aaaaaw mannnn... I wish I was a dog so i could eat that popcorn off the floor"Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13449284517615834602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138823617796970917.post-59204131165901485682009-09-30T05:48:00.000-07:002009-09-30T05:51:50.002-07:00The other dayI took Maddie to the playground after dinner. The weather's been a little cooler and this day was particularly cold. I guess she was used to wearing dresses and shorts that have a lot of give... b/c she said to no one in particular " ooh maaaaan, these pants are too strong!!" . She wasn't able to climb as freely, lolJessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13449284517615834602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138823617796970917.post-65590965621641888322009-09-29T17:10:00.000-07:002009-09-29T17:14:35.043-07:00October?!already?<br /><br />Madeline has started preschool and loves it. She asks everyday if we are goingot go see her preschool friends. if I had known she'd like it this much I would have signed her up for 3 days a week as opposed to two.<br />I had to email her teacher today to make sure they are calling her Madeline(sounds like pin), b/c she's been telling me that her teachers call her MadeliMe ( LOL). Her teacher wrote back" Madeline is a pleasure, so sweet natured and well-mannered"<br />oh my, my heart is overflowing. Its so nice to hear something so great about your child from a non-relative or friend.<br /> I will put pictures up soon, I promise.Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13449284517615834602noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138823617796970917.post-48050598120488498202009-07-26T05:11:00.000-07:002009-07-26T05:16:22.177-07:00Some pictures and a Maddie Quip<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRlp4_umzcq-fbhJgfEtDmyyl61BQ3hQnGfhcaa9Nt9oF_8LcF0On53HnxqrFkWnytz8cVc6MRbUPqTCiOEqy6rLLpvisb1cQbg0rXRcOssaUMn7Vk8VOx6ExyWDo2Y1ICA-iG3XciWN8/s1600-h/summacuzvisit+025.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362741077506607378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRlp4_umzcq-fbhJgfEtDmyyl61BQ3hQnGfhcaa9Nt9oF_8LcF0On53HnxqrFkWnytz8cVc6MRbUPqTCiOEqy6rLLpvisb1cQbg0rXRcOssaUMn7Vk8VOx6ExyWDo2Y1ICA-iG3XciWN8/s400/summacuzvisit+025.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigD8tboqkgaew0y7w9u3oANb-kVuehIrhUXLZe61Ae9ByPwzgYr4mUXONoU8yw-n5hyphenhyphenG0HXkrCCjrBy9nBUR4DCTkeVGSka3rx3WYc8tUFP811wB_6gR6Em10-962HbbC3CWIu2j4BYCc/s1600-h/summacuzvisit+058.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362741075728961058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigD8tboqkgaew0y7w9u3oANb-kVuehIrhUXLZe61Ae9ByPwzgYr4mUXONoU8yw-n5hyphenhyphenG0HXkrCCjrBy9nBUR4DCTkeVGSka3rx3WYc8tUFP811wB_6gR6Em10-962HbbC3CWIu2j4BYCc/s400/summacuzvisit+058.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOBgX7tNBCNTE1qXtbx5juOta0GyFAZEevZR1yh0dynRCQuX4TEfklqAnurJo01xFjImRhD59uJhYaYoqkzdcq8Iy8pIYT8_uF7qcV_5lzu4UBXS6Yt5-54-wUK1pH9Xyou_O5I7iC57c/s1600-h/summacuzvisit+054.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362741072064115618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOBgX7tNBCNTE1qXtbx5juOta0GyFAZEevZR1yh0dynRCQuX4TEfklqAnurJo01xFjImRhD59uJhYaYoqkzdcq8Iy8pIYT8_uF7qcV_5lzu4UBXS6Yt5-54-wUK1pH9Xyou_O5I7iC57c/s400/summacuzvisit+054.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieRCzUVzwEkmDz9g27hM9tRvNrqvIKpMSPpba_dfzbSlS9J2s6t1UgmqaCTyOBxud0MYXkMXn9C-zSGqiGdF4IwOiqa8MQk3s_TzCeqsPREOR2rtX3igA4SE8gyPxVc2zrrxtrlk5jcBE/s1600-h/summacuzvisit+031.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362741065822798130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieRCzUVzwEkmDz9g27hM9tRvNrqvIKpMSPpba_dfzbSlS9J2s6t1UgmqaCTyOBxud0MYXkMXn9C-zSGqiGdF4IwOiqa8MQk3s_TzCeqsPREOR2rtX3igA4SE8gyPxVc2zrrxtrlk5jcBE/s400/summacuzvisit+031.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMhDRO_aZ22REBt8AlZsewcL6-innLPZ2BE9ffLMk2cLoHedzwB8YK432CKsL1_lsAbQhAkb5ckczfQmrJ5uOH62dKVS4EbejDeF0vMvk9Au5-_86awHhZAB5NWFZxh0aEZyJ7XEd0weM/s1600-h/summacuzvisit+013.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362741065208739074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMhDRO_aZ22REBt8AlZsewcL6-innLPZ2BE9ffLMk2cLoHedzwB8YK432CKsL1_lsAbQhAkb5ckczfQmrJ5uOH62dKVS4EbejDeF0vMvk9Au5-_86awHhZAB5NWFZxh0aEZyJ7XEd0weM/s400/summacuzvisit+013.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Just some random pictures from the last week and a funny Maddie story.</div><div> She was playing with her best friend , G. and G. must've said something that Maddie considered fresh. She she looks at her, furrows her brow and says " You have <em>chores</em> to do!"</div><div> </div><div>Where does she gets this stuff from???</div><div> </div><div>I'll have more pictures from teh Cousin Visit soon.<br /><br /><br /></div><div></div></div></div></div>Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13449284517615834602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138823617796970917.post-15223761694056604392009-07-21T17:39:00.001-07:002009-07-21T17:39:34.506-07:00Save the date, People...M told me today she is going to marry Bincent( her friend Vincent).There will be lots of toys to play with at the wedding and Madeline will wear a long Dora dress. Bincent will kiss her and give her a My Little Pony. Madeline will give him a pool.<br /><br />I won't be there b/c I will be at home cleaningJessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13449284517615834602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138823617796970917.post-87200142637509039822009-07-20T05:04:00.000-07:002009-07-20T05:08:01.039-07:00CupsI just took out a Snow White cup for Madeline's milk. It has a little snow globe type thing on the bottom with a floaty Snow White in it. We have a few of these cups b/c they were BOGO at the Dinsey store a while ago. It is the inaugural use of the Snow White cup ( where have all the others gone?). Maddie looks at me , furrows her brow and says" Mommy, why do we have a hundred of those?"Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13449284517615834602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138823617796970917.post-83129971946821532112009-07-18T05:02:00.001-07:002009-07-18T05:19:34.433-07:00T -Ball !We signed Madeline up for Daddy & Me T-ball. Every Saturday she and a group of 3.5-5 year olds get together, run the bases, have a catch and practice batting.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyyBqZscO3lrB38_iUXsCVR8GIEDL2N967Pkly8eS125eT0AIkO0Imd3FxTXE_vX8jfjxBoajxZf2ar3VefMcoNBPfsw9vT4BQCe_qJz00wSd0uVUidQyhI1sZUj4QZr_O27WOecy6kCI/s1600-h/T-+ball+024.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359771896066403698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyyBqZscO3lrB38_iUXsCVR8GIEDL2N967Pkly8eS125eT0AIkO0Imd3FxTXE_vX8jfjxBoajxZf2ar3VefMcoNBPfsw9vT4BQCe_qJz00wSd0uVUidQyhI1sZUj4QZr_O27WOecy6kCI/s400/T-+ball+024.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFz8uu3OwoAs7XvZLZULj5GWs0nLzL77OPIPjJ6hwCYpKY3X2BYkGJ_qa-qmWADrN8u-NjrZuTGcsG_7EY1dMzL6VtPjnvyIW3_Gr6fiva8gvmHDpOxqzZY7GWbB_y5rJ0LJsvw67Ljfs/s1600-h/T-+ball+018.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359771890973248754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFz8uu3OwoAs7XvZLZULj5GWs0nLzL77OPIPjJ6hwCYpKY3X2BYkGJ_qa-qmWADrN8u-NjrZuTGcsG_7EY1dMzL6VtPjnvyIW3_Gr6fiva8gvmHDpOxqzZY7GWbB_y5rJ0LJsvw67Ljfs/s400/T-+ball+018.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYgEvvtmWBJhUr1RK2NG5xkPhKFe3Xl2buNVYtnelUazPlz9me1DVlnwKoyHEjhN5wQyCwzxaEWHOCm8S_YbxgS506A0P1EVaNs21mMdleszmLgf3G3uEP5rg8AJOAeI0clfOIwBwlIK4/s1600-h/T-+ball+014.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359771882001940738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYgEvvtmWBJhUr1RK2NG5xkPhKFe3Xl2buNVYtnelUazPlz9me1DVlnwKoyHEjhN5wQyCwzxaEWHOCm8S_YbxgS506A0P1EVaNs21mMdleszmLgf3G3uEP5rg8AJOAeI0clfOIwBwlIK4/s400/T-+ball+014.JPG" border="0" /></a><em> running the bases</em><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifU42ylgAOQHSY-MISJg9L6u4RdTZwVRqivDnOdjVcjK0qXG_qH8R1BcaXe2-arfVHAj9JpLCylZUEgDsgpMAEVqFZ3kTw9dhz_aimVTfTSKQhbcgHRufhNsHi3JraEQZvcZ7f-RTU8jA/s1600-h/T-+ball+016.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359771883556769378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifU42ylgAOQHSY-MISJg9L6u4RdTZwVRqivDnOdjVcjK0qXG_qH8R1BcaXe2-arfVHAj9JpLCylZUEgDsgpMAEVqFZ3kTw9dhz_aimVTfTSKQhbcgHRufhNsHi3JraEQZvcZ7f-RTU8jA/s400/T-+ball+016.JPG" border="0" /></a><em> Hopping on the bases</em> <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVF2dlRPW5_eYRhNf-269MZ7dqk7PImwmj-9iiUDPhGVnLD02Vg7zgcYkn_Na0R6ey1-W7ZB_DhClDUU_FAlD2a58XD22G7h0mJx0Au66ph9PXm51kQRGvlqhyphenhyphenIhzOwSA7iBIwmFXDuTQ/s1600-h/T-+ball+003.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359771878732644962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVF2dlRPW5_eYRhNf-269MZ7dqk7PImwmj-9iiUDPhGVnLD02Vg7zgcYkn_Na0R6ey1-W7ZB_DhClDUU_FAlD2a58XD22G7h0mJx0Au66ph9PXm51kQRGvlqhyphenhyphenIhzOwSA7iBIwmFXDuTQ/s400/T-+ball+003.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Madeline seems to enjoy it. Interesting note: She is a lefty in everything she does...writing, throwing, kicking... but she took the bat and batted righty ... what a little puzzle she is<br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13449284517615834602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138823617796970917.post-24977064960159376242009-07-17T05:12:00.001-07:002009-07-18T04:44:38.182-07:00Bedtime. Its a problem.<div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div> I don't know what the reason is... the summer? That it is still light out at her bedtime of 7:15,7:30ish? I know the napping in the car doesn't help- but even on days when she doesn't nap, bedtime has become a struggle. The typical 3 year old stalling techniques- I'm thirsty,hungry,my mouth hurts, I need a bandaid-no not that one, the other kind,I'm scared,lay down with me, I'm tired... followed by a rousing rendition of the ABC song. Its frustrating. We got rid of the pacifier so I was giving her some room to find a new routine- but now, its out of control.<br /><br /><br /><div>So I told her " Mommy comes in two times, so use them judiciously" She doesn't know what judiciuolsy means, but I think she gets the "i'm only coming in two times" Well, she *would* if I actually only went in there two times. Last night I told her if she didn't put her head on the pillow I was leaving the room. She didn't so I did... and I hear from behind the door " Oh no! Not again!" and then " Mommy, you're hurting my feelings!" </div><br /><br /><br /><div>sigh.</div><br /><br /><br /><div>Finally I bribed her. If you go to sleep, you will get to eat an ice pop tomorrow. So of course, she wakes up this morning and the first thing she says in her sore-from-waking-up cute little voice, smile on her face " mommy I have ice pop?"</div><br /><div>Later Maddie, Later.</div><br />We took a day trip last week to Fire Island. I have lived my whole life in New York and have never been... isn't that nuts?? I loved it- a little beach community with out the brown/green Long island ocean water. Look! Its blue and clean -looking!<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359404115651518418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimeABLmC8itQmWpG9vTS1MEHt6eBmiahBpSPhXad0eP7IzTKCCpMAx3Gtyt_He9D5SHKDtT9BdMBcw0rLt3ZsM39hiBkOCK8XI9bcWZqfE9E3Nobp1GXXZGjBn_3cgwMYzoAxHsqSdaJo/s400/fireisland+040.JPG" border="0" />One of the paths to the beach<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359404120675215378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsPDZ5sMtGKdhTh-qdBDjJs1anWxVNhP-W0u75pVdNv7AvIfAOD4W0CO6Uw4a18YyJTAfWBwzOyGIJaNFpr8Lu-rw2VyQkNieFJMQ5FdZuyLi17Cpxd_bnaba3Zge74llYkCpsSj0Ss4o/s400/fireisland+037.JPG" border="0" />I want to say " yeah, Maddie had an awesome time" but really, she liked the playground, had a tantrum, took a nap and missed the beach and then had ice cream<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359404109776938882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6eUJmo295ywb-T0uXRpS4ej90NUgKt5cKaSQEuEV_IUdPbv6wbn53X1Z52-NzbyDNHmuBq4UcLp_bMijCsjiOxJUfdRoa_XFs0oqmjDVWgWNMntr-TWJvv8_7O-xl9g-Wj-sw-8m9Rtw/s400/fireisland+024.JPG" border="0" />the wagons that people to use to tote stuff around- hanging on hooks outside the hotels<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359404103514309314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimPGQyrGU8Yt10CJ0UOaOzgj2sLbJUFKNYNfuLtuKrbd2GzbSIB2Y-R6Etj5rTOWt2BVCDRJPqsMnSxhyphenhyphenSzkEjuIIopThOqj-lQSVb_MU7K8wf3qDMIIfPsVNWzgcvLVSUOlomu5s8kWY/s400/fireisland+015.JPG" border="0" />Me and my girl<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359404102059921362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS8c5c3MB_VPZSp6QcYwezolEzLDS5yHofVRUVj-NFUp4iWj5oA-eHIgMqIZJ6USsMerOFkzAZADhpk-n7GUOeN_lBV87sRqxcNNEaUqZ3Yj7ljzSsAtBAlxs__MCJlSNp8_OcsIwxaqc/s400/fireisland+012.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /></div></div></div>Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13449284517615834602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138823617796970917.post-83006278556072805372009-07-15T05:26:00.001-07:002009-07-15T05:31:27.058-07:00So I don't Forget 3.0Last night Madeline wouldn't go to sleep. She was wiggling around and hit her head on the headboard. Crying ensued, so I got into bed with her to calm her down. I was playing with her hair... so soft and sweet and curly right after a bath- and then she started playing with mine( dry from the sun and graying, but whatever). She was quiet and relaxed and I thought I hit a magic 'get-her-to-go-to-sleep-after-a day-in-the-sun' bedtime routine. 'No problem,' I thought' I can lay in bed with her for five minutes if it means I'll be outta her for the rest of the night.<br /> Then she started singing the ABC song. Oh well.<br /> After a few minutes of me shhhing her and trying to calm her down again, she got right in my face and said " Wanna touch each other's hair again ?"Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13449284517615834602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138823617796970917.post-52342566134360519832009-07-01T03:56:00.000-07:002009-07-01T04:31:49.907-07:00<div align="left"> I had a discussion w/ someone yesterday about overscheduling children. When i was growing up, I played soccer, that was it for 10 or so years. I never did dance or track or basketweaving. I'm not saying it was better that way. I'm just trying to illustrate the disparity between then and now. In the fall I will have Maddie in preschool 2 days a week. Both Greg and I want to start her in soccer( and honestly soccer is one of the cheaper activities out there for kids) I belong to a playgroup that meets once a week, and she also really really wants to take ballet. So thats 5 things she'll do every week. That feels like a a lot. As a stay at home mother, I really try to find balance in having her exposed to and involved in stimulating, educational activites vs. downtime to just be a kid, play in the backyard and paint. I'm pretty sure that is a sentence our parents never uttered. Things seemed a lot different back then.</div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="center">One activity I don't think I am going to be able to refuse in the fall is ballet. For three reasons:</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="left">1. We went to her first ballet class and she LOVED it</div><div align="left"><br />2. I loved it so much i had tears in my eyes from the sheer cuteness and seeing how much she loved it</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">3.</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353447375092808898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDY9y4mNbN7-n80fGFFZQFOVlEKQZh_m903PIOw2wyr3eTj-74hai4GD0TXKRYhuuyg1HlCd3t3LBYUo4HsLXTBSPqJ-FCz5rTrDrzJuBpktE5Oc2-mb_Cy-1wi0WzwLCi_F6BuIa1Ibw/s400/ballet+035.JPG" border="0" /><em>This is a very difficult dance move called Squishing a Bug<br /></em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353447384084397602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY53l7FvmVZcM5HVScqGmPl4DUANNd04nMa9c54Kt6LDUoyWGBoiCzGhyUb5Vux30u0edY-82ztLkuFiFzaaVBdKluLAsuZzf_jXq-KyDxfRzOyBEarKMdxNwLUUZK2foi8ktnxLov91k/s400/ballet+037.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353450833242151090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCxZ4o8ZA5wwpe6vX2OzSAo39picvNogiAqImu8S0HCdPu95MIKsjzh8hTURMF09-02RB_JEpW8YwlelFr0qrJzTDM5nm5zzvxU9dxULWAnWkC2VNF6rgaFjS5KOImzVJoecmb0hULaY0/s400/ballet+086.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"><em>This patented Lucy Van Pelt, toungue -out-of-side-of-the-mouth is something I've noticed she does when she is concentrating, particularly while doing physical activity<br /></em></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353450830566122818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl-AlsZiiza1iiqJYL4eauCO6uEKG4QwiTobm3oaHGxcJr2IUq0iIoDD_6SdJ0x6I-Af_9MatVTA5xEBHABhW24Ea5i9WCuWrjSasfw3Rnz705hBs3613ranPFW3UVM0AHIocFOsr6XVQ/s400/ballet+071.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353450825977036114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6QvdvG5epi9b61Ht_CLS2xHgswx5gLvXfct3LTiovyPVaUprJKE8Va1gRAjhuuiCz2TykkkTIdpbKYNwW32zyRz0zj0w4gjXgSCP9zU6DV0XZ-2ce1bIhkMKp2I68_cRZlnFF2HRf3U0/s400/ballet+075.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353450839524934626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcTcBBUhkQZYZtEZu610k7U64kR-3AH1VqFNFVTe6sZiQW8NIlUfXr4kya780aJI53KOcLJxqnXApgme0OOZqJGa4EddfINANjHfF85f33zwHuRDHBvmI6EUcN8-CyntV8NHoYDYSBG7Y/s400/ballet+104.JPG" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"><em>And this is her at the park the other day, yelling at a bug. Yeah, yelling at a bug to get off the tree b/c she wants to climb it.</em></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353447390795864210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxRmXo8ch7ka5kNeTFMaIwSTny1V0pJ6WGIeriVuuoyW8MKYt_ziCHObKu16nkxiLXuk66muoWBqMfPc_iVb_nh4fzUQ1BHQ5vmDJeTvj5qNvVldbkGxj7-L87ODcpb_dO_VmhiS0VM4s/s400/ballet+018.JPG" border="0" />Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13449284517615834602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138823617796970917.post-68369386907722133812009-06-26T04:58:00.000-07:002009-06-26T05:01:54.462-07:00Mealtime & DreamsParticularly lunch and dinner. A normal exchange goes like this:<br />me: Maddie I made you (<em>fill in the blank with the 4 foods that she is currently eating</em>) for dinner<br />Maddie: Nooooooooo, I don't want that *crying*<br />me; Maddie, its what you asked for<br />Maddie: i want somethinnnnnnnngggggg else<br />me(trying to keep my cool) OK, what do you want?<br />Maddie: something eeellllllllssssssseeeeeeeee<br />me: like what?Maddie( in full on tantrum mode) something elllllssssssse!<br />me: maddie, I'll make you whatever you want, just tell me what you want<br />Maddie: i want lunch<br />me: 'lunch' is not food. You have to tell me WHAT you want<br />Maddie: something ellllllsssssseeeeeee<br /><br /><br />anyone want to come over for dinner???<br /><br /><br />Changing gears, last night she woke up screaming. I went into her room and she was crying, saying' Crayons! Crayons!!!' I finally got her back to sleep, but she told me this morning she had a dream that a bug took all her crayons and threw them behind the couch. How cool she can tell me her dreams. I told her to say to the bug " thats not nice, Bug" and she said " no Mommy, it was just a accident. He is sorry"Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13449284517615834602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138823617796970917.post-30791733506003694252009-06-11T15:39:00.000-07:002009-06-11T15:41:58.800-07:00clouds.Its a month later and I could still title my post the same as last month: rain. Well, today i would call it " clouds" We've been MIA since we unintentionally condensed a summers worth of travel in one month ( or so it seems) I am exicted to be home, get back to normal, but I would appreciate some sun , since its June and all. I don't think that is too much to ask. Lots and lots of pictures to post, I'll get to it eventually...Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13449284517615834602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138823617796970917.post-35521922153003306392009-05-04T13:08:00.000-07:002009-05-04T13:19:07.365-07:00RainWe went to an Earth Day event on Sunday. Guess what? It rained. No, you say? Yes, it did. I'm over rain. I am ready for sun, please.<br />Anyway, Miss Brave herself actually volunteered herself up for some face paining. well, she wasn't brave enough for the face, but readily gave over her hand and picked out a Nemo fish. She was very upset later when we had to wash it off and keeps asking me to re-paint a fish on her hand. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTbgRXYYZtB8c5lbcaqJEeC-GrhEizLezFsRLd5piaN-d4-bi0Fc4sW08-cKyFZj0qgbp55VEWtL983L5zASpPTI9ZGQEKk5JAOwxs9hwUE619YOPy38Au07CgWFLI_vGq-pfT54CkOLE/s1600-h/pix+021.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332063863508789154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTbgRXYYZtB8c5lbcaqJEeC-GrhEizLezFsRLd5piaN-d4-bi0Fc4sW08-cKyFZj0qgbp55VEWtL983L5zASpPTI9ZGQEKk5JAOwxs9hwUE619YOPy38Au07CgWFLI_vGq-pfT54CkOLE/s400/pix+021.JPG" border="0" /></a> Some photos:<br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">This is what a sunny day looks like. It was just last week.</span></em> <em><span style="font-size:85%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332063853127458466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwfLOhTU5tIrVKdfgrm3QwibRQcokWjY4k2xHGJsD1cxyQvVxzSfEaHinAe5HwwfLJLwAJpihJF8tm163fTh94ucrEC5KguzlHVQ31QkSWEcLVDVSVa_LIvIiY05x1S2IFpky0THluwdA/s400/pix+005.JPG" border="0" /></span></em></div><br /><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Picking some yellow flowers</span></em> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332063854238941058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtpvVd5xfjJn1x8yw164D4l135IdzkJC2N4yD4Y6vAD0mLQd4s442qDIzAqyUbu1Siy3zQYvf8tNsSEJW5RbZ4HJ7oNx7f8uKsabcPTriNUGmLoLClMMJfrLMojN6TU99r7ftoyb2wCnE/s400/pix+007.JPG" border="0" /></p><p align="center"><em>Pl</em><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>aying in the rain</em> </span></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332063864529806434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJsBHtrmgZPZUu8TcEO64ZcELQrqd5Eobmbk-GsIt3s-PX_0g0ev-erzIQSRFmaEPp6opORvkoeMO8kxKKugsJetQYkO8EHUUlRoNyoL1oGhWYvmZHvM_kh_Ng-PAWLEwS6HUYr2APHik/s400/pix+032.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332063860800008626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJI29z36Lhqq18hzrNIiIlGggcxJhM9e6PBMx8kduOSRK7wENCDKhxypXvt0HqPDQayK-_BvJT3DB7b17_H_CAUzXq0z44m495ryXJf4yjCC4eUqolauF_cNxh6hQRSvPit8zG4cX3u6Y/s400/pix+042.JPG" border="0" />Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13449284517615834602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138823617796970917.post-51516852418822650992009-04-28T16:56:00.000-07:002009-04-29T05:30:03.545-07:00Hey Its Tuesday!<div>1. Can someone tell me on what planet is it OK to take out someone's wet clothes from the dryer, put your own clothes in, and after your clothes are dry, just leave that persons wet clothes sitting there right next to the dryer ? Because apparently , my husband has traveled there. </div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>2. We've had a stretch of just gorgeous weather- uppers 80s.<br /><div></div>I'm sitting at my computer, looking out the window and I can't believe weather.com when they say its currently in the 50's right now. Boo!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>3. I found a preschool for Maddie that I love! Its right around the corner, we could walk there every day if we want. I like that the kids in her class will attend the same elementary school . If she gets picked in the lottery, she will attend Universal Pre-K at this school for free when she is four... so its possible we will only have to pay for one year of preschool. Nice.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>4. For my brother, who complained that he got a " My Sister Went to the Planting Feilds Arboretum and All I Got Was Lousy Pictures of Maddie"<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330084917356636818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidzpYsPADtOWIoIhYWdUg-BlANFgvsDwl02aL27ubwTvSC_a1o9c1pfy5ni_AvY32ddOEXvUQ5EKIO9Ny-6ysIRnrxs0ExnbDX4yeskW2hMR9PQQFUDoxANIlOc04wKDgCFQkcr-0Zdc8/s400/PFA+008.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><p>If you want to see PFA, then come down and visit and we'll go to PFA. </p><p> </p><p>5. How do three year olds know that saying I'm Sorry is admitting defeat? Maddie will not say it. Until yesterday. She was a little fresh with her friend G. so I put her in Time Out. She came out and I asked if she was ready to say sorry. " noooooo-wuhhhh", she said with her head hung low... and marched herself right back to the Time Out spot. Its hard to discipline when you are laughing.</p><p>6. Thongs. Can you wear them? I'm talking about the shoes, silly. Flip flops, if you will, with the thing in between the big toe and the ... um, second in line to the Big Toe. I never could growing up. They always made me sick to my stomach. Sounds weird, but later when I learned that there is an acupuncture point in between those toes that has to do with nausea, it made sense. Eventually, I got over it and flip flops are my favorite shoes ever. Anyway, I gave Maddie a pair of shoes that are flip flop-ish and she is in love -probably b/c they also have a little heel -"They make me taller, Mommy"</p><p>7. Why do they make kids size nine shoes with a heel ?</p><p>8. May and June are super busy for us </p><p>9. I can not believe how tan Madeline has gotten in 4 days of beautiful sunny weather... despite 60 applications of SPF 50+ . Its insane. </p><p>10. I can't think of anything for ten. bye? </p>Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13449284517615834602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138823617796970917.post-51792195225075843542009-04-25T03:55:00.000-07:002009-04-25T04:27:46.998-07:00Planting FeildsI wait all year for this, a beautiful spring day to bring Madeline to the Planting Feilds Arboretum. Even better, the cherry blossoms and dogwood trees are in full bloom. Not sure which is which and what is what, all I know is its conttonpuffs of white and varying shades of pinks all against a bright blue sky. Doesn't get better than that...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeJNoCDZWsMpu3812nNwlObl_Cg2IKBiWrPlFNy3-tQwTSbqNJr4zo6h3_wxPBdDqjW-54zc-fIX7hQ4lx410kWkQPyiw1pHakhNTuphgFHQICjy2LxY6INfmI8YO0NqxWy1w8DCymPlw/s1600-h/PFA+275.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328586940709906578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeJNoCDZWsMpu3812nNwlObl_Cg2IKBiWrPlFNy3-tQwTSbqNJr4zo6h3_wxPBdDqjW-54zc-fIX7hQ4lx410kWkQPyiw1pHakhNTuphgFHQICjy2LxY6INfmI8YO0NqxWy1w8DCymPlw/s400/PFA+275.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNhNjOjPqW00xVStTS0O_zs5FnMTecoqLG_uYel3nCpIfskSCI9aZIaGBADDS2Vq2aAxYd3cAaRsg_vC4Y0vDDxwJfp2hVyIu5UlmcqxynhWMqdi9r6qb9dC3-pR8ms7I3x-R37lf5Y8k/s1600-h/PFA+286.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328586941843240066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjofhVOXLWsHnvh2glwbrxkFmZumsCwCEPBcYt95bblFhKxBIzzCfeAKbsKPnkG8ZgciftTQ_lEfkwkJR_Rx59yEHnPl_hWlcVQiSqp8tAl9blXPQVNVk-_JjP_PnN41N6SVT7ac0ntQP0/s400/PFA+160.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy2BiOG2dkXBGID6FK3xZJn_dQs0dz2wHggu6iNs1sD7kJgFL1F6TmE5RDyzkhl_Qd6YHghSN1VaT5PGqSv2bIDpwwyMU7f5MDdZHcMkQNRsXQMm3fPh1csk30pkmyA1toxNz1zOIoiA0/s1600-h/PFA+116.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328584751976609938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy2BiOG2dkXBGID6FK3xZJn_dQs0dz2wHggu6iNs1sD7kJgFL1F6TmE5RDyzkhl_Qd6YHghSN1VaT5PGqSv2bIDpwwyMU7f5MDdZHcMkQNRsXQMm3fPh1csk30pkmyA1toxNz1zOIoiA0/s400/PFA+116.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><em>My wonky camera, but I like the moment 'Jemm" captured<br /><br /></em><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3tFORsV03LvkcJcuf9t2QvYZbcvXwpnnz7yoTLdZktWRoYk40KBtv0poeUDbYYutLqiRS6wulyG0A0dNfpbKjZvzDJAnLCz5ydJmY_EDgECllK8FIBtYsQR3oUHokgIytxZa3c8mVx6E/s1600-h/PFA+114.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328584750135547394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3tFORsV03LvkcJcuf9t2QvYZbcvXwpnnz7yoTLdZktWRoYk40KBtv0poeUDbYYutLqiRS6wulyG0A0dNfpbKjZvzDJAnLCz5ydJmY_EDgECllK8FIBtYsQR3oUHokgIytxZa3c8mVx6E/s400/PFA+114.JPG" border="0" /></a><em>another Jemm shot </em><br /><br /><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz-nSiTng8f1EXAWATvWvwUCqRXpq6JlUYq_SSZYLK8fQVcgYdbBgpcG02HVeHUbhNvM0tCpRoD7bUV_ZIu04SVBITNamOSe-oQ2YhzobRdTDtlxbSQo4Xq23Q8ER34hQiQ51viNDWblI/s1600-h/PFA+070.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328583921091932242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz-nSiTng8f1EXAWATvWvwUCqRXpq6JlUYq_SSZYLK8fQVcgYdbBgpcG02HVeHUbhNvM0tCpRoD7bUV_ZIu04SVBITNamOSe-oQ2YhzobRdTDtlxbSQo4Xq23Q8ER34hQiQ51viNDWblI/s400/PFA+070.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1pLb6fEQUgVvmtxKUlwW0UWe3c-bHB9s-di1iQNFieCUhDVxL7VYwlCXuwCCWBNiYWeUDQTE5lUK0uuvzO0oCCU4dD0A-uU3-GYE2-ErKEVs3IR7GEUGjUHwy3gmhhUpTaJc4t7X49o8/s1600-h/PFA+054.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328583919692807874" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9HaIW4Nr1C8gOK-R2AAKz8pDbEna_6xwhx9DhF2uKo56KDxOXbXa1kXGgrdlwm-bDS-gbfFXNKZNJFcLh7mX4YYy7OBP3IhR7qR_6nNFa5twahtXM87oRttH-_3OvCy1FI0vFuGiqrf0/s400/PFA+007.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13449284517615834602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138823617796970917.post-14123403966117568712009-04-15T16:39:00.000-07:002009-04-18T10:52:40.814-07:00Ten on Whatever day it Is1. Is it really April 16th already?<br /><br />2. I should be cleaning my house.<br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div>I'm not. </div><br /><div>3. Easter was fun. Cold, well, freezing ( see post above about it being April... hear that Mother Nature? April!! Warmer weather, please). Madeline enjoyed her basket and loved the egg hunts. We had one here and then one at a neighbors house with her BFF ,G. Uncle Jimmy came to visit and Maddie became a card-carrying member of the Uncle Jimmy is the Best Uncle Ever Club. Mimi and Papa were here to attend to her every " You be the bus driver, i be the kid, Okaaaaayy? or " Tell me the story of Cinderella, okaaaaaaay?"<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325068997065833858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbnBnqfiRZgf7WpSzVRP1LkbXGRvJH11-UdQgdOzwnVZudC9yZA-FfAXDVGTuM6dJgtzdyCndM7jLPKW0YiOmaAIfJI2n7xt1TMv4jamCJFAeMcAjb7lY4gJvtiiTvJ2KsE8z1mJdj92k/s400/easter+029.JPG" border="0" /></div></div><br /><p>4. I have been struggling with something lately. Actually a few things. I debate posting it on here because its a hot button issue for most people, and even though I have about 5 readers, those are probably the people who have the most vested interest in what I'd say. The other thing is more personal and life-changing, I just am not feeling like much good would be done by putting it out there. Its really more of my own issue. So why I am telling you that there are things I can't post? Because its been weighing heavily on my mind and kind of preventing me from the free flow that i enjoy about blogging. Time to hit the diary.</p><br /><p>5. Good Mom or Bad Mom? I'm letting Maddie ride her tricycle around my dining room. No, its not raining outside- in fact , its supposed to be beautiful today...</p><br /><p>6. I bought Madeline for her birthday a kids digital camera. Its pretty junky, but I didn't pay much for it, so no biggie. She does so much better with my old point and shoot Nikon camera though. The other day she went on a safari and used the camera to take pictures: <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325628267554219330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgx3K2WiuTxX-C4eKpdgANEQJvWjRV5vgWNRWs6Cz_vmja2I6ylSLfAj4gNG7X5UB03lbrra6tqN9jBFTSognu0pPbiuhX5cqmHBClsU_4fZj7ku48A1y_H6Xsybz8Ij3-V_PCHi7hi1U/s400/janinewedding+017.JPG" border="0" /></p></div></div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325628273611126642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZc9C24NiWVq51hurYj8IM43wzKz1Qh2aIOt5NKbv0zzDmIFoe2AD6qPMGNWDVtl1ftmXlNA9fac3LMcDAHXTHJ3PFc74ZzA3Uvl2VF8yW2SvUdSKYiR9rOmwhOtzctsUNmGSf0HHUx_8/s400/janinewedding+019.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325628267335404578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhgNJSpVv36Jl-72fx6_GrGAGEsJLuVnmjEzbbMjsr9NYW44buXutuuKDh-pF1wO8ZCH6KQzbY9uSfzN6qk9lfKC_y7C1AZt78zFt_-2KsHEyMrNozLtgkfxThW6hmrYQ8pKBOxeVK7W4/s400/janinewedding+018.JPG" border="0" />Not bad for a 3 year old, right? </p><p>6. Wanna know something sad? Greg and I went to a wedding on Saturday night and it was the first time we've gotten dressed up to go out since... well the last wedding we went to when Madeline was 7 months old. Yipes. Sure we had an occasional romantic trip to Lowes or *maybe* out to dinner once or twice... but it hapens so rarely. It was a great wedding... and once again , taken with my point and shoot.... me and my little sis, Janine, the beautiful bride<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325629223457361698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVyZdsaCFIQIavdCLIv9Xhx0PAVvYYX9o3Yf8pvpjPvFhPr2L7x5q-gbw8iwCyWGLQubxA8OYYuek_64g8g2gl1aas4APXEiruxLEP3xao0gbAvGCgDj6gwHIYb4EtAaClTWNa8G5NGgM/s400/janinewedding+067.JPG" border="0" />She's not really my sister. We became friends when we used to work together , and everyone used to ask if we were sisters... even twins sometimes ! We're nine years apart! It was a great wedding, hope the bride had fun too!</p></div><p>7. Yesterday we went to the playground. Greg did most of the chasing of Madeline, but I was beat when we got home. I lay on the couch and fell asleep while Maddie was playing around me. I kept going in and out of consciuosness. When I got up and looked hte mirror, this is what I saw- Maddie must've decorated me. Good thing i checked the mirror before going out, I don't always!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326010816718453522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg10I0v1uEQHwouM9elLfaREsNu7e_JSoo1sukBXak_J7JzP7IUSUm8AkMkOkM0AvIYJAtOXLNeet7SOD1B93WfErq4_Cjiyc_AVrlvqGBmKNvhdI2xFBstUG4jow5hFIQCWLE6nzT-5uc/s400/sunnydayz+003.JPG" border="0" /></p></div></div></div><br /><p>8. Maddie the Bubble Gladiator<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326010814693021874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5wt02Ftj9vzcK2aRtRo2JxhEq92Bw1ny0G0z0XVAL6Yppiw883ZQINfQUZXib7GRCJ27wMJkNMV12ffhW1NsqxFLWbuxzZC1MEsvi5nwdONA8e1akQynUlJy0cSuW0gL9fv-W2fIFaiI/s400/greenerdays+015.JPG" border="0" />9. A picture that has nothing to do with the story I am going to tell, but I am posting b/c its cute.</p><p> Today because its so beautiful out, I put on my flip flops. Maddie looked at my feet and said ' Mommy, your shoes have no roof!"<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326010812656414290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF2ekbCYLbIX3PfjrlzNBTGguL_hrTNEx9HxmY5z13i-1TVy3inSQAj7DLMwjG503opCC8eB5-xhfjd-aHvAhgZ_18lFMmxjVmqfDIcuU_UcFmAkWhuAFjaiQTCJC4jlUJ-LvTIP1YyOY/s400/greenerdays+005.JPG" border="0" /></p>10. Just pictures because , as stated above, she's cute.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326010807281342450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtzXkiP_L3Mq8Q9ON6y9tTb1hIUtTA1L2f0kKG_ZDxf4fxdJEGsNy1cCZo2sQHnNA2UlVjYN6X5c-66LhHxuRBQQBec8qd7r0QH1val7UwHEKndDWzm-MiAS6oF4fU5104mc6GHOyyAOo/s400/greenerdays+006.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326010807626583138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZDQ5TK4QBBgKpPG2-VXI4Br9evoK-iP35r6sTn9tETf0v2VM_DtiAyH3NoodkMKHCECxrAjqxYQGxS_yErp3OcCrC24geTfRwrWt09uPykDLOL3pmkCszXrGkVDZD9c33GwK-Spme87k/s400/greenerdays+007.JPG" border="0" />a bonus #11- you know how I know I'm a loser? because I stumbled upon something on TV last night that got me so excited and its pretty loser-ish... the American Idol After Show !!! Did you know it existed? Its on the Fox Reality Channel, they tape it right after the show. They interviewed all the finalists( including my fave, Matt Giroud) and I got good background info. Told you, I'm a loser. that made my night.Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13449284517615834602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138823617796970917.post-56584770319199455422009-04-11T10:45:00.000-07:002009-04-11T10:55:56.560-07:00Glory Days<div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center">On the way home from the mall about an hour ago, Madeline fell asleep in the car. I'll admit, ever since Maddie dropped her nap , I am kind of obsessed with her NOT falling asleep. This is because if she sleeps durng the day, it is a struggle to get her to sleep that night. She used to take 3 hour naps and still go to sleep at 7pm. That all changed one gray November day 9 actuallu I think it was October and sunny, but it sounds better the other way)</div><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center">So why am I letting her sleep today ? Because I'm not the one putting her to bed tonight ! We have a wedding to go to and Mimi and Papa are here to babysit, read stories and give goodnight kisses. I won't have her sleep much longer, but I am reliving the glory days of a napping toddler- especially since its all cozy and quiet, raining outside. Makes me want another baby, all snoodley and sweet, sleepy and snuggly. Right now I have a demanding three year old who has discovered the word " Why? why? why? why?why?" . Where did my baby go ?</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323493565359658386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW-qXiLnUH83D08vYV8MAnXmvri-JIhSvLB0f4F9ZRTZ9jFOGtAb2JdV5tB7pqAueCE2Ff1jbQTDcKFibBG8oGTKVvbqfI7OCSNpMOKnPtPbdFDO_-ON9CGb34hOry2W0snfiB-3-MOrY/s400/outsidewdaddy+019.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"><em>Picture #10 of Me WITH my daughter</em></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323493572609546258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjjFw9dsnQj3gloED0_jkM7B60_tuZCQUOFayrur2nYoD-j2kNg35QDVsgL9Y5TuwYH0YzaBhIRJf_TxEok84hRkMOnYhuBTRNpFlR4O4K30p7UWdluACt_9jPBgsDQfs7mwBxypmOx9s/s400/outsidewdaddy+035.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"><em>Doing her "Cinderella's Mean Stepsister " face<br /><br /></em></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323493568520042834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiDKIKp_9oCtJIYFaSIDCLIDcekDptV4cuj8eDAThCHt4fO_Ct833svXB5IqBTtnpWX46O1gn_vk1Xp-4zmVTncfQvLVJk4vfvGYwh0VaG-RF-mERGv9b0DvqLH9gdz9WNf3uy7eLfL34/s400/outsidewdaddy+036.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><em>Doing her " cute Maddie-Pie face"</em></div>Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13449284517615834602noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138823617796970917.post-75071798397268713652009-04-10T05:49:00.000-07:002009-04-10T05:54:21.454-07:00shhhh<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpHqvCo34f3crPLsSLLZB0hZHOuFSa-tqXhfY682PDQ7lTl56vmWXl0DKViMe5vFrRr6LgR0vDzgdD4cDVS23PkEuHTN7ye4CSWq5-aA0UmTHyYnadaA4bDkMNufTMswibi59KBXUbEXk/s1600-h/aprilfun+025.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323044882965101826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpHqvCo34f3crPLsSLLZB0hZHOuFSa-tqXhfY682PDQ7lTl56vmWXl0DKViMe5vFrRr6LgR0vDzgdD4cDVS23PkEuHTN7ye4CSWq5-aA0UmTHyYnadaA4bDkMNufTMswibi59KBXUbEXk/s400/aprilfun+025.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>listen...</div><br /><div>{madeline banging two hard boiled eggs together}</div><br /><div>"Its a butterfly song" , she tells me.</div><br /><div>I know Mimi will like that one.</div>Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13449284517615834602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138823617796970917.post-3879854405193973782009-04-07T16:15:00.001-07:002009-04-07T16:15:49.349-07:00"Mommy"me: what , Madeline?<br />M: Mommy, you're my favorite lady<br /><br />awwwwwwwJessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13449284517615834602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138823617796970917.post-83221572880076292512009-04-05T10:00:00.000-07:002009-04-05T16:51:57.828-07:00LeporiphobiaIts always struck me as odd that people say they don't have memories before the age of 5. I remember tons of stuff from when I was 2, 3 and 4 years old. We went to Disney for the first time when I was 3, I remember bits and peices of that trip, including asking my mother where babies came from. My brother and I used to share a room, and I remember breaking him out of HIS crib, so I must've been really young for that one. I also recall how we used to sneak out and watch TV after my father fell asleep on the couch ( my mother was out working or bowling). I remember having recurring dreams as a youg child- one in particular was about skeletons that lived in my wall and would push me out of bed at night, and I would wake up on the floor. I guess they didn't have bedrails in the mid-70's, huh? <div><br /><div>Another recurring dream I had that I remember like it was yesterday was about a band of renegade Easter Bunnies. You know those bendy , long easter bunnies they sell at easter time, the ones you can bend in all sorts of ways... yeah they were like that. They broke into our house, tied up my parents and robbed our house. I couldn't have been more than three, but it set of a lifelong fear and hatred of the easter bunny. I think he's creepy. Bunnies are supposed to be small ,fat, fluffy and cute- not 6 feet tall and long- and don't even get me started on bunnies that walk instead of hop. Its just freaky. Some people are ( rightfully) afraid of clowns, I am afraid of the easter bunny. </div><br /><div>I put my leporiphobia ( yes, that is the official name for fear of the easter bunny, I googled it) aside and took her to Breakfast with Bunny at our local firehouse. Apparently, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, as madeline was terrfied too. Look at it, wouldn't you be sared?<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321357485083967666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO1urByvAVSVgZE09u8OIsLQBxmNQMr6ujO5YtuPMZgqDuHyJt543S6JaXivaRPyI96xDCDU8Q5Ga1KxsNoSpmM772C37NhvEdsJ1Znqkyi4F4LlzoNeY4pLWM8m57b9Lt-nhVH_PYFB8/s400/freakyeasterbunny+024.JPG" border="0" /></div></div>Just sitting there, waiting for kids to sit on his lap. *shudder* Madeline wouldn't go near him . I tried to be encouraging, but she looked at me like this:<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321357975139677490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8PkXSLofCCy4hCXBNmBTNE5unwgmPu9ZSLyfYa28FiAM6ksnkV6JKizbpf3WFOBXoZEbStf0d-v96CjYAsK2j8Fu6jhmnWAjFlFSZINDEgOxsRz1z7XvcXw9REzV2x74umuEoRLv0_2Q/s400/freakyeasterbunny+030.JPG" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"><em>"Whatchoo talkin' bout, Mommy? "</em></p><p align="left">No harm( I think ) done. I am not one of those parents that <em>has</em> to get pictures of my daughter with the Easter Bunny or Santa or Mickey Mouse at Disney. Out of anyone, I understand her fear. It seems perfectly rational to me.</p>Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13449284517615834602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138823617796970917.post-43552829333844565342009-04-03T17:39:00.000-07:002009-04-03T17:53:56.175-07:00SleepUp until Madeline was promoted to Big Girl Bed, the going to bed process was relatively simple. We used to read her a few books in the rocking chair- then place her in the crib , say ' Goodnight sweetie pie" and walk out of the room. We'd hear her playing and talking to herself, but she'd be out in about 5 minutes- tops. Easy-Peasy.<br /><br />I have to be honest here and tell you that that particular stage- the five minutes till snoozyland- that only lasted for about 8 months. Prior to that there was a very elaborate set up that involved specific songs at designated times, rocking in the chair until she fell asleep, then the transfer to the bed, in which she would usually wake up... and before that we had swaddling and extra pacis strewn about the crib. So it hasn't always been easy. Not sure if I am the one who made it harder- but I have to say, my girl liked structure from Day One, so that is what I gave her. I would have stood on my head for an hour if that made her sleep through the night. Once you have a child and experience sleep deprivation you will do anything you can for uninterupted sleep, probably for the rest of your life.<br /><br />With the big girl bed came some...ahem... disruptions in our rotutine.<br /><br /> Now we have to:<br />-read multiple books, which are signifcantly longer than " Goodnight Moon"<br />- I have to do 'voices' for the books and she knows if I try to skip a page ( this comes into play a lot when I read the Little Mermaid. For this book I am not only expected to read , I am also asked to sing Ursula the Sea witch's signature song " Poor Unfortunate Soul" )<br /><br />- haggle for the amount of books to be read<br /><br />- after we are done with books, me or Greg has to lay on the floor next to her bed until she is alseep<br /><br />-if you try to sneak out before she is alseep, she will cry and tell you to lay down( and you will do it, because you want her to SLEEP!<br /><br />- she will ask for some water<br /><br />- she will keep peekign over the bed rail until I tell her I am going to leave unless she goes to sleep<br /><br />- this goes on a few times until she realizes I am serious( well, as serious as I can be. I mean she's already got me laying on the floor)... and then she is out in less than a minute.<br /><br />...and Greg is always asking me why I get so upset if she naps during the day- um, because bedtime takes for freaking ever if she does !Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13449284517615834602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138823617796970917.post-59885631318687364342009-04-01T05:49:00.001-07:002009-04-01T05:52:04.457-07:00Thats my girl<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjphuam_mE1apbuJZkHdcZJLjDJTk-d5IatwpSq6cnIegNn8Q5Kfqfpz-PXeJXpVrZGDOylLbV3EiVgdI7F4WczHd0C027Mys1Yrnxx3PqgSHJ6pUwslM64K8RVVZMVAKzLPUuYZzfYgZY/s1600-h/just+three+003.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319704479251299474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjphuam_mE1apbuJZkHdcZJLjDJTk-d5IatwpSq6cnIegNn8Q5Kfqfpz-PXeJXpVrZGDOylLbV3EiVgdI7F4WczHd0C027Mys1Yrnxx3PqgSHJ6pUwslM64K8RVVZMVAKzLPUuYZzfYgZY/s400/just+three+003.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>4:20 am</div><div>maddie: Mommy, I need you</div><div>me: whats the matter, Maddie?</div><div>maddie: Mommy, I need a book </div><div>me: Maddie , its early I can't read you a book now</div><div>maddie: no, i want to sleep with a book</div><div> </div><div>I gave her 'Ariel's Beginning" and we both went back to sleep :)</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div>Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13449284517615834602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138823617796970917.post-86106621897548811012009-03-31T16:41:00.001-07:002009-03-31T16:42:39.422-07:00If You Ask Madeline Grace what her name is...she will tell you Madeline GravyJessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13449284517615834602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138823617796970917.post-44161508151865064542009-03-31T05:23:00.001-07:002009-03-31T05:40:57.224-07:00some random Tuesday-ness<div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div>1. Peek-a-boo, I seeee you!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimsiqrTNtOC-FayJGswbcELJtMYx2UeSHhiSUDaURDjb6ig3BfAT2rXA1SS8x8UYDO_c62fbKjJN_J7yfIMZwc3yIXrT3Loam2Sl3oqxWS7tPSa4Psi3eP8ezDU4U0EZ0A_aOQ2C57XZQ/s1600-h/maryannvisit&beyond+012.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319326699518308882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimsiqrTNtOC-FayJGswbcELJtMYx2UeSHhiSUDaURDjb6ig3BfAT2rXA1SS8x8UYDO_c62fbKjJN_J7yfIMZwc3yIXrT3Loam2Sl3oqxWS7tPSa4Psi3eP8ezDU4U0EZ0A_aOQ2C57XZQ/s400/maryannvisit&beyond+012.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><div><div><div> Grandma was here visiting last week...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319327052176744770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh24RRs-4F87_z_sCB2NwWgrPr9Rj1-VqvjeLQj5o9Ux03A71tdETz4m1nAi7KA1NxeXJepuxr9RMusrpQ1cjTIWmUIEWzNVWFrnYMXA16Jxk8spmyTD_fO8yDTXfTmuymb06XbuBux8Pk/s400/maryannvisit&beyond+003.JPG" border="0" /></div></div></div>We played outside. Look at all that nasty brush and barren-ness behind my girl. have I mentioned I HATE March? <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319327413562657122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLf7mfQYM9oYO3f2TJFsmiUdoGcSw4T-gwJ0tAdBCyNrLS49RH0rKGIz44KNgQDmqvXtZGxVXVrfA52ztW2keQVPWSUODNzmws4QMUwIpXAusENXntbYcrkYUY59Z4JpCC5xaeLwmcQw0/s400/maryannvisit&beyond+016.JPG" border="0" /></div></div>I can't believe we got her hair cut in January and we are right back where we started in terms of out of control curls and thickness. . And just look at the cuteness. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319327993445076610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-tbADNVOC4DUx7_fqO-I04uR0MuRcH1iYkekprnWnPFFTaA32QSGqasVwGHS-ujhsqpTAmeJ4jL1ROctTY2avoF_LJxIvude2WKXXxsHIi8KzUXr1Rl60QOx0d3T-Aw3vw8QW_imBqeY/s400/maryannvisit&beyond+019.JPG" border="0" /></div>We decorated Easter eggs yesterday and she loved it <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319329501678457922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWVZ1kv7-OZk4bSF3Gj9UICbA3C_8TrJ24hhJHmz7VldFRtClG7yAJmtimI7G-61QfwcfLZGMKVFpLOCZlpX10ng-EzWfIjM6pRG_ZH-xEMjibNvETU2HVz40X2XaBkUef3LbKjDasO88/s400/maryannvisit&beyond+037.JPG" border="0" /> Telling daddy over the phone that we are decorating eggs . Notic how she uses her hands to stell a story. She's either Italian or she is 'stacking'<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319329163502446802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinNCXFfbBtg9HdSvIVQJSSoCKaw_k4hYSqsH3-5cDZZFXHfg34BB1r4A1s01TZt8-TGO1ljRQBzMf8-lMTu_kMQGv58niMp-WWr6aJiGUD6_6pva5U-R17Gz6UGzQGjrkRZqulLANMcHY/s400/maryannvisit&beyond+044.JPG" border="0" /></div><br />Just because she is beautiful. Would you die for that skin or what ? <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319330295746725426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiANWUyq4n7_Z8fO7enqPjwPIYb-l-jNtnLvXp3Ingd7cvmNyUnwCB6jiLsBpsG_ZBRNe4XjxX0qf6cRaFGF6VZCk4zaNQaOF8TdPlH5lHAMw_5I6BGNdZ20cqm2qxFe2iV1i6YAGMiyT4/s400/maryannvisit&beyond+039.JPG" border="0" />Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13449284517615834602noreply@blogger.com0