Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Too much social media?

It's no secret in this house that I love my social media - Facebook and Twitter being my poisons of choice.

The Mad Hatter will often see a pic pop up on my FB screen and exclaim "Oh, how cute!" or "Mommy, who is that?"

This past Sunday morning I used Twitter as a resource to get some advice on something I can no longer even remember. However, I do remember exclaiming to my husband that having Twitter is having an entire world of information at your fingertips in seconds.

The MH has been working diligently in kindergarten and there's a lot of focus "kid-writing", sounding out the letters in a word and writing them the way she hears them.

The results are usually hilarious.

For a while she liked wen something would happen. She has besst frendz. If"miss" is spelled m-i-s-s, then isn't misstr the correct spelling for the female's male opposite?

A couple of minutes after discussing my love for Twitter (a conversation that so brief I wouldn't even consider it a conversation), I got this taped to my bathrobe:

Please ignore my five o'clock shadow.

A few minutes later, she decide to ammend her thought:

Twitter moms are awesome.

My thoughts exactly.

Friday, December 17, 2010

Random doesn't even begin to cut it.

I couldn't think of a good title for this post because I have a feeling it's going to be brain explosion. Here goes.

- I haven't touched my blog in God knows how long, but that's the great thing about a blog ... it's your little piece of the world on the internet and you can leave it alone but it's always there when you come back. I'm hoping to come back a little more frequently.

- The tooth fairy came to visit us twice and I didn't even write a post about the momentous occasion! The Mad Hatter lost 2 teeth in 3 days. Loose, out, tooth fairy time. I made her one of these:

Except her name is not Aliza. This one was a gift for someone. And the one I made her isn't this pattern. I have a picture of it somewhere but I'm too lazy to locate it. And I'm going to make one just like this because I love the fabric combo. So that's that. There was lots of fairy dust everywhere, a Unicorn Pillow Pet, money, and sugar-free gum, along with a lovely note from hers truly (yes, the tooth fairy is female) that MH loved having us read to her. Great fun in this household but no sight of any more wigglies since.

- The Mad Hatter is thriving along in kindergarten! She aced the PALS (literacy/math) testing, and is reading to us. Reading! Do you have any idea what my heart felt like when she came home with her first weekly "reading challenge" book and read it to me, my mother, DH, my father, and anyone else who would listen? I thought my heart might just explode with pride. She is changing and growing so much every day and amazing us with the things she knows.

- Which brings me to the other side of having a kindergartener. One who will be 6 in February but is really going on 36. OY. OY. OY. It's about all I can say right now. She loves staring at herself in any mirror she can find. She's all about fashion. She's all about doing things her way. Like putting lip gloss on her week-old American Girl doll. Because she "wanted to make her look prettier." She has an answer for everything. Which is really quite annoying if you ask me. It's all about control, friends, and lately I feel like I'm losing mine.

- I've been sick with a horrible bug. Really, really sick. And I realized I get really sick almost every year right around this time. I'm hoping this is it for the season, because this was no Man Cold. This was 3 days of 102 degree fever. The fever finally broke and I continued to cough so much DH asked me if I needed a moment to retrieve my lung from the floor. I'm still coughing. And living with the guilt that I did not make it to my father-in-law's funeral. Yep, you read that correctly. Very sadly, DH's dad passed away this past weekend. While it was semi-sudden to us, we were prepared (you know, in the way you are when they tell you someone won't be leaving the hospital after they've been there for just a few days). Either he knew how sick he was and didn't tell anyone, or he had no clue. Either way, he didn't suffer because the family made the decision to keep him comfortable with anxiety drugs and morphine. I, however, am suffering. What kind of person isn't at their husband's side for the funeral and shiva? Apparently one with a 102 degree fever who can barely form sentences. But can cry. A lot. And explaining death to said kindergartener? Oh so heartbreaking, even with some advance warning. I'm thinking that the behavior of late is definitely connected to this ...

- I didn't even do holiday cards this year. Shame on me, but I haven't been in "the spirit", and the idea seemed daunting. Merry Christmas. Hope you had a Happy Hanukkah. And Kwanzaa? Not sure when it is but I'm sending my best wishes and/or hope it was great.

- Speaking of spirit, I can't believe it's almost New Year's. Where has the last part of this year gone? 2011? We've got plans to go to a family party at our friends' home in MA. Super looking forward to it, especially since this is a childhood friendship rekindled. It's even better as grownups.

- All this death stuff has my brain in overdrive. And I can't stop crying. Sometimes I hate mortality. Maybe I can change the fact that I'm the one person in America who did not get sucked into the Twilight Saga, go back and force myself to read them all, become obsessed with vampires, and see how I could get my family into that kind of lifestyle. Or not.

- In good news, I've lost 35 lbs. since April. I've done it with Weight Watchers, which I love, and truly believe is the only program that works. I really should post some sort of before and now pics (there's no after yet because I have stalled with holiday treats, and really want to get back on the wagon to lose another 30-40). Anyways, I now own leggings (who, me?) and skinny jeans (skinny in the same sentence as Mommy - shocking!). DH and my mom would probably like to shoot me because I spend my days asking if I look like I shouldn't be wearing them, but I get a little obsessed like that. However, can you say comfortable? Nothing makes me happier than leggings and a huge comfy sweater. Well, I'm sure there are other things. Perhaps some of them are inappropriate to chat about here. So, we'll leave it at the fact that leggings. make. me. HAPPY. Now I better stop eating holiday treats so I can keep wearing them.

- I am going to Florida ONE MONTH from TODAY! It's a girls' only trip - my mom, MH and I are going to visit my Grandma. So excited! So many firsts - MH's first plane ride, first time in Florida, oh the fun we are going to have. Did I mention that Grandma lives RIGHT on the beach? In a gorgeous condo? I stop in my tracks every time I walk by her balcony window and see the beautiful ocean - truly breathtaking. I'm so looking forward to this vacation and being with the 2 generations before me and the one after me. And McMommy - get ready, I've got 7 days and nights and this time we'll make it work or else! And I believe you - I'll go in a dark bathroom with you :)

OK, so there's so much more but I am going to stop for now. I guess that's what happens when you neglect your blog for 2 months and 16 days (just noticed my last blog post was October 1st). But, like I said, that's the best part of the blogosphere - your blog, and bloggy friends are always there and so forgiving.

Happy Holidays, and I hope to be back to blogging more regularly, as I realize how cathartic it is and how much I've truly missed it. And as for my lack of commenting? Lazy - I read my fave blogs through Google Reader on my iPhone and don't visit actual blogs unless I have a specific reason. I really need to try and fix that. I love you all and hope you know who you are. And I'm sorry this is so rambly and long ... and I apologize if there are type-o's, mis-spells, and incorrect grammar. Usually that stuff drives me nuts so I edit and re-edit myself but tonight I just can't be bothered. I know you love me as I am. And for that, see the comment a few sentences back. Sweet dreams.

Friday, October 1, 2010

We're part of a big bloggy birthday party!

When my good friend Elaine over at The Miss-Elaineous Life asked me if I'd be interested in doing a giveaway to help celebrate her baby girl turning 1, I was both thrilled and honored!

Baby K's 1st Birthday Blog Par-tay
My mother and I started our company, Stitch Me This, a little over a year ago, although it's been in the works for the last two!
We specialize in custom embroidered/personalized clothing, gifts, and accessories for hip kids and equally hip grown-ups!
Some of our offerings include embellished burp cloths, onesies, t-shirts, baby blankets, lovies, beach/bath towels, custom fabric-matted photo frames, crayon rolls, and gorgeous hair accessories (just to name a few!). We LOVE working with our customers to help create the perfect gift that will create lasting memories, which is why we're constantly adding new items to our product offerings and love to collaborate on new ideas!
Head on over to Elaine's blog right now - she's got lots of awesome giveaways going on! Plus, if you haven't read her blog, you are in for a real treat - a more down to earth and fun girl you will not find!
The Stitch Me This giveaway is not up yet, but I believe it will be up later today ... you'll have to go there to find out what it is!
In the meantime, you can become a fan ("liker") of Stitch Me This on Facebook, follow us on Twitter @rachMLTB, and visit our website (which is under construction and does not yet have online ordering capability, but please add to your faves and check back regularly!).
You can also contact us at
We're busy gearing up for a craft fair this weekend, but will be back next week with some pictures and highlights!
Happy, Happy First Birthday, Baby K, and thanks so much Elaine for thinking of us!

Monday, August 30, 2010

Stop the ride, I want to get off!

OK, perhaps the title of this post is a bit dramatic.

But, as I sit here on "Kindergarten Eve", I can't help but think about the amazing ride I've been on for the past 5 and a half years, and wondering how it's managed to go so fast.

So, maybe slow down would be a better request.

MH - I have been spending the better part of the past few weeks looking at pictures from when you were just a teeny little infant - you looked like a little doll. As I look at you now, I can't help but feel that this time has passed in the blink of an eye. Seriously, did I not just give birth to you?!?

You are about to embark on the most important ride of your life - the start of your formal education.

Sure, you had an amazing 2 years of preschool. I cannot imagine anyone being more ready and prepared to march right into her classroom and grab this next step in your life by the horns. But. Preschool was a choice that Daddy and I made for you. We did lots of research and spent lots of time making sure we picked a place where your zest for life and learning would be nurtured, and where we knew without a doubt you'd succeed. And nurtured you were. Succeed you did.

Public school - we get what we get (and we don't get upset!). Now, it's not so much about the choices we make, but what we make of the things we're given. We're entrusting your care, your learning, and so many other things to a teacher and other staff members we've only just begun to meet. Without a doubt, you are going to thrive. You marched right into your classroom this morning, hugged your new teacher, and ran off to explore all that your new world has to offer. As your mommy, I could not have been more proud of how confident, outgoing, and thrilled you were to be there. But as your mommy, there's a part deep down in my heart that feels sad and melancholy.

You are growing up - as I full-well know, it happens to the best of us. You are SO ready for this. You embrace every single second of life as an adventure, and there's not a person you come into contact with who doesn't recognize this trait immediately, or marvel at what a special little girl you are. I also know, though, that with growing up comes all sorts of changes, and sometimes hurts for which mommy kisses and Nemo ice packs are not a quick fix. These are the thoughts that make me sad. Protective. Scared. I wish I could put a magical bubble around you that would let in only good and repel anything remotely bad.

Alas, I'm no Disney princess or fairy godmother, nor do I have a magic wand that will make that happen. What I can do, and what I vow to you (Daddy does too!) is to continue to be the best Mommy I know how to be. To nurture, encourage, and help you with your learning, and to continue to do everything in my power to instill in you the strong morals and values that will continue to mold you into the amazing little lady you are and what I know you can become. That, and a promise to provide an endless supply of hugs, kisses, and snuggles for as long as you want them.

Daddy and I have no doubts that you are going to have the time of your life this year, and with every new thing you learn, continue to show the world around you just how truly special you are. You are going to make wonderful new friends, have unbelieveable experiences, and continue to wow all of us who love you so dearly.

We can't wait to walk to school tomorrow morning as a family, as we've been planning all summer. And as I watch you line up with your new teacher and march into that school with your new classmates, I know that I could not be any prouder or more blessed to be your mommy.

As for my tears, I promise I will save those for Daddy to deal with. And when he's had enough, maybe a bit of retail therapy will help to take the edge off.

Congratulations to our official "Kindergartener"! We could not be more grateful or feel more blessed that of all the children we could have possibly created, we got YOU.

Sunday, August 29, 2010


Have you heard of the Silhouette Digital Cutter? As an avid crafter and business owner, OH the things I could do with this machine! From the moment I first read about the Silhouette a couple of months ago, I've been drooling (and coming up with one fabulous idea after another for how I'd use this amazing machine!).

So, I'm trying my luck at winning a giveaway.

Can you believe that the awesome blog, Grosgrain, is giving one away? Along with some great supplies to help the lucky winner get started?

Well, I'm all about trying my luck to win something so awesome!


Go check out this fabulous giveaway ... not to mention one fantastic blog chock-full of great craft ideas and tutorials.

You can even enter the giveaway yourself? Of course, if you win, you're gonna owe me one ...

Because I haven't blogged in forever ...

Just thought I'd check in to say (if anyone's still reading), hope you've had an amazing summer!

We've been up to lots of this:

Paired with a cruise to Bermuda, part-time camp, and lots of other great times with family and friends.

Aiming to post more of a summer recap soon. In the meantime, enjoy this amazing weather and if you're anything like us, get out and soak up every last drop of fun in the sun before it's time for pumpkins and mums!

Monday, April 26, 2010

Mommy and Me Monday

Rainy Sunday, last day of school vacation, and we decided to take a spur of the moment to a great mall in Massachusetts.

I’ve been dying to take the Mad Hatter to the Rainforest Cafe, and this was the main reason for our hour long journey.

After some shopping (Mommy and Daddy got nothing, MH managed to wrack up some awesome goodies from the Lego store, a mini-wardrobe from Gymboree, some loot from the Disney store, including The Princess and the Frog DVD, and some adorable little sandals from Nordstrom), we headed to dinner.


Bonus: Sweetheart and Poppy came along for the trip, and the mall wasn’t too far from Uncle D, so he met us for dinner too – impromptu family dinner!

IMG_4167  We fed the hungry alligator money (or was that a crocodile??). We weren’t scared of those teeth!


At dinner, when the lights started flashing and the animals started moving and making noise, we didn’t know where to look first!


And the flashing cup our lemonade came in was way cool. (we kept shutting it off to “conserve energy in the rainforest”.


Three generations of happy ladies (yep, that’s my mommy and me!):


A very happy Sweetheart and Poppy:


And one little girl who had a great time, especially waving her “sparkler” from dessert around in front of “that strong man” Atlas!


While I would definitely recommend having low expectations for the quality of the food (pricey and lacking a bit in flavor), we had a fabulous time and will definitely go back again for another jungle adventure!

Join in the Mommy and Me Monday fun by clicking on the picture below!

Mommy and Me Monday at Really, Are You Serious?
Hosted by Krystyn

Thursday, April 22, 2010

Calling all MA and RI Moms!

It’s time to celebrate YOU!

I recently received an email asking if I’d be willing to share the following with my blog readers, and how could I not?

It sounds like a  fantastic night out, and don’t we all deserve a few hours of being celebrated, pampered, and (if you’re early) showered with gifts?

See below and let me know what you think – I would love to meet up with some of my fellow blogging mommas for some camaraderie and fun!

4:00 p.m. – 8:00 p.m., Thursday, May 6th, 2010

Emerald Square Mall hosts National “Mom’s Nite Out” Event

Celebrate Mother’s Day early at this FREE national event with an evening of food, fun, entertainment, shopping, prize giveaways and more

WHO: Moms and moms-to-be are invited to celebrate Mother’s Day early at Emerald Square Mall for the national “Mom’s Nite Out” event.

WHAT: Emerald Square Mall hosts the national “Mom’s Nite Out” event on Thursday, May 6th from 4:00 p.m. – 8:00 p.m.  The event, which is billed as the “Ultimate Celebration of Motherhood,” is an evening of free pampering, fun and giveaways for moms and moms-to-be.  Activities will include wine and cheese tasting, mini-facials, jewelry cleaning, menu tastings, self defense demonstrations and much more!

The first 100 guests will receive swag bags with items and offers from event participants.  In addition, guests will have the chance to enter-to-win a trip to Aruba!

For more information please visit Emerald Square Mall’s Facebook page at

WHEN:           Thursday, May 6th, 2010

                        4:00 p.m. – 8:00 p.m.

WHERE: Emerald Square Mall

                        Macy’s Court, Level 1 

                        999 South Washington Street

                        North Attleboro, MA

ONSITE CONTACT:  Holly Carpenter, Director of Mall Marketing, (508) 699-4100

Friday, April 9, 2010


Remember this post?

I’ve decided it has nothing to do with good coaching.

What it takes is a really great photographer – one who is completely used to kids and knows how to grab “the shot”.

And I’ve been the subject of seen some pretty horrible school pictures.

But this?


I know it’s not the huge, wide-mouthed, see-every-single-tooth smile we know and adore … BUT?

I am in LOVE.

The sweetness.

The simplicity.

Those eyes.

Cannot wait to frame it and get it on my wall.

Sunday, April 4, 2010

Mommy and Me Monday

What does a non-Easter-celebrating family who has survived the Great Flood of 2010 do when faced with a GORGEOUS, dry, and sunny Easter Sunday?
Head for the beach, of course, with camera in tow!
It may have been chilly by the water, but the warmth in our hearts made it one of the best days I’ve had in a long time.
Mommy and Me Monday at Really, Are You Serious?

Thursday, April 1, 2010

And that’s how it goes.

According to The Mad Hatter, there are some new rules in this house.

It’s been a long few days with the flooding and all, so when the sun came out this afternoon, we took full advantage of having some good friends over for a playdate, spending a few glorious hours outside, burning off energy and enjoying the beautiful and dry weather.

The playdate ran its course after a few hours, as most do, and by the end of the day, I was ready to run out the door when Daddy walked in slightly frustrated with the MH, who was having some minor sharing issues.

At the last minute, I’d remembered that I should probably put dinner on the table, and took out some chicken to defrost, but when the hubby walked in, I was still trying to figure out what to do with it.

Being the wonderful husband he is, he suggested ordering takeout, and off to Panera he and the little princess went.

I should probably interject here that it’s Passover, and therefore I’m not eating any bread and for unknown religious reasons/rules most other normal foods, but the hubby is not observing. His choice, and I could really care less.

BUT. I ordered a salad, while he feasted on a delicious looking panini, and a side of bread. I’d be lying if I said it didn’t look and smell delicious.

When he finished his own meal and reached into my potato chip bag, my instant response was “Hey! You got bread!”

And the Mad Hatter says:

“Daddy wants what he wants, and he gets what he wants, whenever he wants it. Anything he wants he can have, and that’s the rules.”

I guess I’ve been put in my place.

Author’s note: I jumped out of my chair immediately to blog about this, and the whole time, MH has been bringing me chips out of her own bag. Apparently she is firm on her rules, but still willing to share.

Seriously, where do they come up with this stuff?

I got a feelin’.

That today’s gonna be a good day.

That today’s gonna be a great day!

I’ve been kinda draggy lately. Tired. Logy. No real will to move in the morning (sans the fact, of course that I’m a mommy, therefore I don’t have a choice).

I think I’ve been in slight depression mode since returning home from our vacation.

I mean, of course I am elated to be back with my little girl. If you read this, you know I missed her like crazy.

But …

I’m just having a hard time getting back to reality and it’s taking its toll on me and how I feel about myself. I have a lot of things on my mind, and sometimes they feel like they’re overtaking me.

I’m sure the weather has been of no help. I can’t remember the last time we saw sun. And I’m beyond sad for all of those here in RI who are suffering from the devastating effects of the flooding that’s put us on the national news. Honestly, for this tiny little state, I’d compare what some are going through to the effects of Hurricane Katrina. It is devastating.

This morning, I got up, got right out of bed, and hopped in the shower.

I was dressed, made up (if you can call bronzer, blush, a swipe of eye shadow, eyeliner, and lip gloss swiped on in the car “made up”), hair washed, dried, and flat-ironed (having a great hair day if I do say so myself!), child dressed, fed, teeth brushed, toys picked for the car, and on the road by 9:25.

If you know me, you know this is big. HUGE.

We’ve met two different friends to drop things off with them, gone to CVS (where I had almost $16 extra bucks waiting for me – WOOT!), done some grocery shopping, and stopped at Dunkin’ Donuts for a treat for the amazingly well-behaved Mad Hatter and an iced coffee for me (talk about struggling with the temptation of freshly baked donuts during Passover – my will to be an observant Jew won out … again, WOOT!).

Now, we’re back home and I’m straightening up for an afternoon playdate (that’s an effort in futility– we all know I’ll end up doing it all over again and then some after said playdate).

I may even squeeze in a little Passover baking.

I need more days like this in my life.

I’m going to have to make them happen.

Because you know what? Days like this do wonders  for my mental health.

I’ve gotten stuff done. I feel empowered and accomplished. And I have an energy I haven’t felt in weeks.

Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Two by two.

When you’re lucky enough that your electricity is still working and the phone lines aren’t down sitting at your laptop perusing online pictures of the damage that has been done by flooding that has turned the state you live in into a “State of Emergency” and made national news:


flood1I’m at this intersection so regularly and I almost didn’t recognize it (it’s right near the mall)



Seriously … imagine being IN that car!


The fact that your kitchen is in craft shambles brought about  by your 5 year-old who is channeling her inner artist (and has been doing so for almost 4 hours, and it’s only 11AM), and who keeps repeatedly telling you “I made this, isn’t it cool?” yes, honey it is – I must have missed the last 457 times you mentioned that, and you must have missed all 457 of my oohs and aahs just doesn’t seem quite as bad as if it were a normal day.


IMG_3826What’s that, you ask? No it’s not a Native American head-dress. 
It’s an “ice-cream sundae-helper-crown”.


Well of course I should have known. Ice cream does put a huge smile like that on MY face.
Like mother like daughter.
And that’s a star on top (on the green part in the center). Because it’s so. cool.


In the time it’s taken me to upload pics and write this post, she’s moved on to making a wearable truck (a happy truck with googly-eyes and a smile not dissimilar from the one above) out of a Gymboree bag.

No one can ever accuse my child of lacking imagination or creativity. Or being a good little recycler for that matter.

As for the cleanup?

Well, as illustrated above, it could be a lot worse.

Thank you to all of you who have asked. We are safe, warm, and DRY.

And now I must run … someone just grabbed the Elmer’s glue.

Friday, March 26, 2010

Car logic.

Having a five year old with an ever-blossoming imagination brings about interesting conversation on a daily basis.

This week, we’ve been talking a lot about cars.

The Mad Hatter has decided that both Mommy and Daddy’s cars must each have a specific function because of their brand names.

Mommy drives a Toyota Highlander.

Toyota means the car must be filled with toys. Which of course, makes perfect sense, since we spend most of the time in Mommy’s car, and little kids have lots of toys. (this also means that Mommy spends a considerable amount of time reminding the MH to bring her toys back into the house, since we don’t need a virtual playground on wheels)

It’s a Highlander, because we’re “higher up” than other cars on the road.

Decent logic, right?

I’ll bet you’re just dying to know what Daddy drives.

A Ford Tortoise.

Which according to MH means Daddy’s car drives slow, just like a turtle moves.

Daddy is in agreement.

And of course, we’re reminded at all times, that we must drive the speeding limit.

However, this rule only applies if there are police cars around – otherwise we should just speed up and pass all those slow old people.

Mommy and Daddy both drive blue cars. Wanna know why? Because we’re a family and families should have matching cars.

Gotta love five-year-old logic.

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

The post I can’t believe I’m posting.

This is what you get with me … feast or famine.

I hope those of you reading are enjoying the feast.

And since I was talking about pictures today, I thought I’d share one more of yours truly along with the ever-precious Mad Hatter.

It has been a long evening and I’m questioning my sanity in posting this – as my husband just told me, “You got balls.”

Well honey, when you leave for a meeting and MH says “Well, Mommy, look like it’s just you and me!” this is the sort of thing that happens:


For the record, I was not the hair-stylist.

Would you believe that MH got the idea to take a snapshot of us on the webcam and send it to Twitter?


Girls just wanna have fun.

To my precious girl on school picture day.

Dearest Mad Hatter,

If the evidence below is any indication, there’s a slight possibility I may have tortured you just a teeny, tiny bit this morning in preparation for your school pictures.



You had the perfect little dress. The perfect little cardigan to go over it. The perfect little white tights even though I thought they were going to look awful, Sweetheart was right.

The perfect pink daisy clip in your hair.

The perfect little body tucked into it all.

And the perfect little personality that no one will ever see from that picture if you smile the way you normally do for pictures when someone asks you to – horribly!

I don’t know what it is, but when someone tells you to smile, you morph into what you think is model-mode.

Scrunched up shoulders. Tilted chin. Squinty eyes. Cheese-ola smile. Hands up around your face.

I’ve deleted those photos.

I don’t know where you picked this up, but I spent a good part of yesterday and all of this morning trying to coach you on how not to smile.

What do you say we try to forget about the fact that I snapped 71 pics before we left the house?

Or that you actually asked me if we could stop because you wanted to get to school on time.

I am sorry  my love.

I would just adore a professionally taken photo especially when I’ve had to pay lots of money for it ahead of time regardless of how it turns out that captures your smile the way I see it. Not the way you think you should do it.

While I can’t promise that we won’t go through this every year at school picture time although if you keep this up I’m going to have to look into un-modeling agencies, I can promise you this:

No picture I could ever hang on the wall could possibly do  justice to the amazing beauty and charisma you exude to myself, Daddy, and everyone who knows you.


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And that, Mad Hatter? I wouldn’t trade for all the grains of sand on all the beaches in all the world.

Or a perfect photograph.

I love you,


PS I hope when they snapped your picture, you were remembering our little “You Are My Sunshine” sing-along while I was snapping away.

PPS There’s a cotton-candy Dippin’ Dots waiting in the freezer with your name on it.

Hanging my head in shame.

Wow. I had really gotten my blogging mojo back there for a while.

Then, BAM!

An impromptu, pretty last-minute (and totally unlike us) tropical getaway for DH and I.

As in, leave The Mad Hatter for the first time for more than two nights at a destination an hour away, fly to Florida (where it was so freakin' cold my first souvenirs were a frozen iguana, a new pair of sweats, and hoodie!), hop on a cruise-ship for four days, return to Miami and stay one more night, making us gone for a total of 6 nights.

Make that 7, if you add in the fact that our flight for Florida (thank you Delta, for making it oh-so-easy for us to use our frequent flier miles. Aren't you the friendly skies?) left at 5:45AM so MH slept at Sweetheart at Poppy's house the night before we left for said vacay.

Anyhoo, if you're still following, I give you credit.

The time leading up to our trip was chaotic.

The time leading up to our trip was traumatic.

Our trip? Was amazing.

I remembered what it was like to have intelligent (and not so intelligent) adult conversation.

I did not miss the words "excuse me" followed by non-stop interruption.

I savored having NO schedule.

I adored having time to reconnect with my hubby.

We were desperately in need of that time together. Desperately. Seriously, after almost 9 years of marriage, we are like newlyweds again!

Is it easy to leave your little one for almost a week? Hell to the NO!

I missed my little MH like crazy (in a healthy way while we were sailing the high seas, when we returned and still had another day before heading home - well, let's just say there were lots of tears and a wonderful hubby willing to give up our paid-for hotel and car rental and pay extra so we could come home early. Ultimately, we did not come home early, but hubby definitely gets major bonus points for trying, and I'm really glad we ended up staying and having a fabulous time in South Beach).

Did the MH totally get over-indulged as a result of my guilt over leaving her? Uh, that might be the understatement of the year (I made sure to leave a gift for every day, she was with her grandparents - enough said, had a special night out with a very close friend, spent time with her amazing Uncle, and was showered with gifts upon our return, along with a special "Mad Hatter" week filled with special activities just for her).

Do I think it's wrong that my child was over-indulged? Nope.

Am I over my guilt about leaving her and having some true me/us time? Yup.

Did hubs and I see a Royal Caribbean commercial tonight and sigh longingly? You betcha.

Can I wait for our family vacation this summer? I'm counting down the days because everything in our life is better since she made us a family.

This would be me a full hour after we got off the plane and I sprinted through the airport, knocking out anyone in the way of me getting to my little girl. Still crying. And right now, in disbelief that I'm actually posting such a picture of myself!

So about that hanging my head in shame ... I went on vacay, came back, and life got the better of me. The people and things in my life deserved the better of me. The all of me.

But I've missed my blog, and my friends' blogs, and the way writing makes me feel. So, I'm working on making some time and getting that mojo back.

Even if it is at 2:02 in the morning.

Monday, February 22, 2010

The things I never want to forget.

I constantly say that I wish I walked around with my life on record because the conversations and things that come out of the Mad Hatter’s mouth are the things that get me through the roughest days of motherhood.

Not to mention that unless you’ve heard her, and the little voice that goes along with them, you honestly wouldn’t believe the things she manages to come out with.

Seriously – there are so many “Mad-Hatterisms” that sadly, I forget the majority or them, or just can’t do them justice by the time I get to sit down and write about them.

This morning, as we were walking out the door for her first full-day back at preschool after a week’s vacation, she’d said to me: “I hope it’s okay that I asked Daddy to take out your exercise ball for me – I wanted to do some exercise. Is that okay? Can I do some exercise when I get home from school?” I told her of course (clearly humoring her!), and off we went for the day.

We walked in about 10 minutes ago and she pulled off her coat and sweater.

“Ok Mommy, I’m going to do my exercises now. Can you turn on the TV so I can watch while I do them? And then, I have to get on my computer like I promised myself.” (Daddy just got a new computer and the lucky little one inherited a laptop of her very own – I can still remember the day mid-elementary school when we got our first family computer – a Commodore 64)

I couldn’t help but burst out laughing. “You promised yourself you were going to ‘get on your computer’"?”

“Yeah, mommy. I made a plan for exactly what I was going to do today. So, I need to do my exercises, practice on my computer, and then I can eat dinner. Okay?”

Can I just remind everyone once more that she turned 5 exactly TWO weeks ago today?

I wonder if I can work cleaning the house into her future “plans”.

Mommy and Me Monday

I am an avid picture taker.

Knowing that I’m only going to have one child, you can bet that I’m going to capture every last second of everything she does for posterity’s sake.

Most of the time she’s pretty cooperative (she does, after all, think she’s a successful runway model), but there are days when I swear she’d like to knock that camera out of my hand.

The thought does occasionally cross my mind – fleetingly – that because I’m always the one behind the camera, I’ve got tons of pics of the Mad Hatter, the Mad Hatter and Daddy, the Mad Hatter and other family members, but not many of the Mad Hatter and me.

When my dear bloggy friend Krystyn at Really, Are you Serious asked if I’d be interested in joining a fun new blog carnival she created, I was all over it! The idea is to get a picture of just me and my little girl every week, and post it on my blog with a little anecdote. This will be both a challenge, and also a great way to ensure that I’m a part of this “digital scrapbook” I’ve been creating for my family.

So, without further adieu, here’s my first Mommy and Me picture:

It  isn’t from this week, but I love it! It was taken a couple of weeks ago, the day before MH’s 5th birthday, at Johnny Rocket’s – one of our fave places to go as a family. She adores it all – the music, the “rings” (she’s too cool say onion), the ranch dressing (her mantra: “Nothing is complete without ranch dressing.” I. DIE.), and the special grilled cheese with tomato and pickles they make for her that she barely ever eats because she’s all filled up with rings (with the exception of the pickles and tomatoes, which she pulls out and devours).  And of course, the balloons. If we’re lucky, we get an awesome server who makes her a balloon within a balloon. (She. DIES.)

The irony of this picture is that it was taken right after her birthday party. The one at The Little Gym, where after the kids ran around like crazy for an hour, we were supposed to gorge ourselves on yummy cake and pizza.


The pizza place did not deliver the pizza, making for one very unhappy mommy (and that, friends, is an entirely different story for another day). Luckily, 4 and 5 year old kids love cake and were quite happy to skip right to it.

So. After the party, we were starving, and off to JR’s we went!  I was so upset about the whole pizza episode at the time, but looking back, it wasn’t such a big deal, and all it did was extend our celebrating MH! We had a yummy lunch, time with Sweetheart and Poppy, who joined us, MH got a free sundae and lots of balloons (can  you say crush on the waiter?), and I got this great picture of the two of us!

I’m looking forward to my weekly Mommy and Me blog post, and I hope my readers will join in! It doesn’t matter if you don’t have kids – fur-babies, daddies, any of you who are usually behind the camera. Let someone capture you!

And be sure to head on over to Krystyn’s blog to check out the other Mommy and Me posts that have been linked up!


Mommy and Me Monday at Really, Are You Serious?
Hosted by Krystyn

Saturday, February 20, 2010

Have your cake and help find a cure.

About 7 years ago, a very dear friend of mine moved to California. She still has family on the East Coast, and although it doesn’t happen nearly enough, she visits as much as possible.  These trips are always whirlwind, as she always has many people and activities to fit into a brief period of time, but we always try our best to ensure that no matter what it takes, we get to spend some quality time together.

A couple of months ago, I was surprised to receive a mid-day call from my friend. She wanted to let me know she was coming home to Boston in January, but this was not a pre-planned trip home, or one where she’d have time for catching up.

My friend went on to tell me a heartbreaking story about her cousin, a mom of 3 in her early 4o’s. 5 days earlier, her cousin had been rushed to ER with severe stomach pains. Three hours later she had undergone a full hysterectomy and had been diagnosed with Stage 4 Ovarian Cancer. As it turns out, one of her ovaries had twisted, which was what was causing the severe pain. Ironically, that twisted ovary had NOTHING to do with the cancer, and had it not happened, her cancer could have gone undetected indefinitely.

Her prognosis is good – between the hysterectomy, chemo and meds, she is likely going to go into remission. This does nothing to change the fact that within minutes, her entire world was turned upside down. She had to make a split-second decision to have that hysterectomy. She hadn’t fully closed the door on having a fourth child, but the cancer did. For this strong, independent, intelligent, and driven young woman, life as she knew it would never be the same.

No, my friend was not coming home for a “fun” visit – she was coming home to be a support to her cousin and family.

When Audrey from Mom Generations asked if I’d be willing to write a blog post helping to spread the word about helping Electrolux support Ovarian Cancer research, it was a no-brainer.

Electrolux has committed to donating $500,000 to this most worthy cause, and they’re doing so in a very unique (not to mention sweet!) way. Brand Ambassador Kelly Ripa and TLC’s “Cake Boss” Buddy Valastro have teamed up to create Kelly’s Cakery for a Cause. You can decorate and send a virtual cake to a friend and for each one you do, Electrolux will donate $1 to the Ovarian Cancer Research Fund*.  And, each day you send a cake, you’ll be entered to win every baker’s dream – a new Induction Range from Electrolux (Electrolux is also donating $100 to OCRF for each range sold this month*).

I urge you to go create a cake. You can make a friend smile (who doesn’t love cake, and love it even more when it’s got no calories?), but more importantly, you can help raise money for OCRF. Spread the word – on your blog, through Facebook, through Twitter, when talking to your friends and family.

When you get right down to it, what’s sweeter than helping in the fight against Ovarian Cancer?

*For more information about Electrolux’s commitment to supporting OCRF, please visit Kelly’s Cakery for a Cause.

Saturday, February 13, 2010

So he wasn’t making it up after all!

Growing up, I always remember my dad calling big fluffy winter boots Muck-a-lucks.

And I? Thought it was my dad being his silly, make-up-names-for-things self. Every single time he said it.

As it turns out?

There is such a thing as “muck-a-lucks”. Except they’re called Muk Luks.

Maybe I was hearing wrong when I was younger, or my memory is clouded.

Regardless, original Muk Luks are made by a company called Reliable  of Milwaukee.

How did I stumble across this fascinating fact?

The Mom Reviews is giving away a pair on her blog!

The ones she got to review are colorful and look SO cute and comfy – in this New England winter, I wish I were wearing a pair of my own right now.

I’m more of a plain gal . . . I checked out their website and could definitely see myself kicking around in these, the fluffy cable knit toggle boot in gray.



Yes, if I win these, you’ll likely find me wearing them both in my house, and out!

Head on over to The Mom Reviews and check out how fabulous these sound (not to mention how cute she looks in hers)!

And Dad, although you’ve given me many reasons over the years to question the “authenticity” of some of your terms and phrases, I’m happy to say tell the world that you were quite serious when it came to “muck-a-lucks”. I hope you’ll be able to compliment me when I’m sporting my “won” pair!

Hearts, hearts, hearts.

We are completely in Valentine mode around here, and I must say I’m really feeling the love!
The Mad Hatter is already obsessed with hearts, and is SO digging every second of it.

From the blinged-out heart shirt Sweetheart got her to wear to school yesterday, to the awesome crafty stuff Sweetheart and Poppy took her shopping for so she could make Valentines for her friends at school (how much do they rock??), to the fact that she came out of her room this morning fully dressed for the day, and in yet another heart-inspired ensemble (socks and undies included!).

Yesterday, she came home with a small fortune of Valentine’s goodies from her classmates – so much stuff that we had to sort the pile of crack loot into 3 piles – cards (so I can be the awesome Mommy who saves them for her to giggle over when she’s older), CANDY!, and “other” – which included everything from pencils to Play-Doh, to a heart-shaped swirly straw! I’m so glad I decided to go a little nuts this year, and send in some pretty rockin’ loot bags myself.

So, while we’re currently immersed in glittery heart stickers, hand-cut valentines, and a list of other Valentine-y projects to finish before tomorrow, I am in complete love – with soaking all of it in, and most of all, with my precious little valentine.

Happy Valentine’s Day from our home to yours!

Thursday, February 11, 2010


If you've been reading along, you know that the Mad Hatter's turning five earlier this week was quite bittersweet for me.

In an effort to feel less sad about the fact that we're moving farther and farther away from her baby years and definitely into "big girl" territory, I've been trying to focus on some of the things that make five absolutely fabulous and fun.

Have a peek.




It's taken a looooooonnnng time to grow this hair long enough for me to do the thing every mommy (ok, at least this mommy) can't wait to do for their little girl - fun hairstyles.

While her hair may still be baby-fine, and we've been super diligent about having regular trims for the past 3 years (it really does work in making it grow faster and more evenly!), the bangs are completely gone, and it's all long enough for two perfect neat pretty french braids.

The fact that she now comes to me with a brush in hand begging me to do her hair? Priceless.

The fact that she actually sits still? A definite sign that she's getting to be more grown-up. She wants this.

And the fact that she's 150% girlie-girl (note the clip-on earrings she wears from wakeup till bedtime and the oh-so-teenager hairbands around her wrist)?


Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Narcissism at its best

If you're a mom of any child in the preschool age range, chances are pretty good that Noggin Nick Jr. makes an appearance in your house during at least some point every day.

You know those birthday songs?

Yes, those two.

The one where Moose A. Moose does a little deal about today being "your" birthday, and then singing you "this" song.

The other being the Britishy-Pop girl group ... sing it with me "Happy buuuthday, happy buuuuthday, happy buuuuuthhhdaaayyy yeahhhhhhhh"

We hear them daily, and as with anything musical, MH loves to sing along. To my dismay, once I hear them, they tend to stick with me for the day too. I mean they're nice and all, and the concept is cute, but I and I'm quite positive anyone around me unlucky enough to experience it could really live without my random and spontaneous outbursts of birthday celebration serenade.

On Monday, she got particularly excited that is was, indeed, her birthday and Moose was really singing for her.

Fast forward to five minutes ago - she's watching and the Brit-chicks come on. Overheard:

Daddy (working from home today): "OMG, MH - how did they know it was your birthday this week?!? That is so cool!"

MH (all matter of fact): "Daddy, they've known for a long time. They've been doing this for me every day all year."

Oh to be five again.

And oh, to go to work at an office every day so you don't actually know every word of the birthday songs on you'll still always be Noggin to me Nick Jr.

Help a girl out, PLEASE!

So far, 2010 hasn't been the best for me.

I've actually been having a rough time . . . back is acting up, I'm experiencing severe migraine and tension headache issues (if you know me, you know that I do not BEG to be taken to a hospital or doctor, and I've done both in the last 2 weeks!), multiple MRIs, I'm dealing with some major health concerns within my immediate family, and to top it all off, my one and only baby turned FIVE yesterday, which has been extremely bittersweet for me.

Life can only go up from here. At least I am praying.

In the meantime, I could definitely use a little pick-me-up.

I rarely enter giveaway contests through blogs, but saw this and went nuts - I would LOVE a portable reading device but currently don't have the means to justify such a purchase.

The Mom Reviews is giving away a Sony Pocket Reader!

Yes, you read that correctly.

So, I'm increasing my chances of winning by blogging about it right here. And you can thank me, because by following this link, you could quite possibly pull this Sony Pocket Reader right out from under me! The deal is, there's only one, therefore only one winner!

If you win, make sure to let me know - I promise, I'll still love you.

And if I win . . . well, you'll probably hear my screaming before it hits my blog!

Good luck . . . to all of us!

All joking aside, I will truly feel as though I've won something when I know for sure that both my health and that of one of the most important people in my life are going to be okay. I would write a billion blog posts if it would help insure my winning that prize.

Monday, February 8, 2010

To my Mad Hatter on your 5th birthday

Five years ago today, my life changed forever. 5 years ago today, I was already holding you, studying each and every one of your perfect little features, staring at you, in awe of the fact that I was officially a Mom. That I had done it. That you were this tiny little 6 and a half pounds of wonder that evoked feelings in me I did not know could exist. Telling you how long I had waited to finally meet you, the dreams I had for you, for us. Your arrival made us a family.

MH, how can you possibly be five already? I remember my labor and delivery as though I'd just gone through it. I remember bringing you home from the hospital, your first bath, your first smile (oh how you adored that purple elephant on your gym-mat), your love for your first "friends", Bernard, Mookie, and Mo (please don't blame me, Daddy named them), the colorful characters on your Tiny Love Symphony Mobile. Your first foods, your first trip to the beach, how you used to sit and spin yourself around in circles, making a pattern in the carpet. Your first crawling, your first steps, and the first time you stood up on your own in the middle of a room (it happened to be Baby Gap - thankfully, you've shared your mommy's love for shopping from birth, and have continued to be one of my favorite shopping partners ever) and everyone there clapped for you, so you kept dropping to the floor and doing your new trick again. The first time you said "I love you" (ay-yoo). Your first kisses. All of it, MH. I have soaked in everything about motherhood, and in its highest of highs and lowest of lows, could not feel more blessed.

It hasn't all been easy. 3 years of back pain, 2 surgeries, and some other physical ailments have made for some rough times. Periods of time when I could not physically take care of you. I don't know what we would have ever done without Sweetheart and Poppy, and of course, your amazing Daddy. But, I always try to look for the silver linings. I may feel like I missed out on some time with you, but on the flip side, you have gained so much. First, your relationship with your Daddy is something that turns my heart into a big pile of mush. Your dates to "Weimo-Rama", Borders, Shu-shi, Grandma G and Papa J's house. The special snuggle routine that only Daddy can do - he has you trained to expect a full-on mini body massage every night! Your love for your Daddy is one of the most pure and beautiful things I've ever experienced. And the way he loves you - well let's just say that watching the two of you together makes me fall a little bit more in love with him every day too. Sweetheart and Poppy - you see them almost every day. If you don't "see" them, you call them on the phone and walk around hugging and kissing the phone. From your adventures to Uncle D's in Boston with Sweetheart, to shopping at Trader Joe's, to making crafts, baking (one of yours and Sweetheart's faves), sleepovers, "Ruvy Tuesdays", visiting Poppy at work, building "fancy schmancies" (castles), dressing up in Poppy's hats and Sweetheart's jewelry. I could go on and on, but the point is - you are SO incredibly lucky. Many children do not live in the same state as their grandparents, let alone share the kind of bond you do with yours. And, you are also even luckier to have 2 great grandmas - Mimi, who is here in RI and loves to spend time with you whenever she can, and GiGi, who spends time between here and FL, but could not adore you more. You were blowing her away the other night when I put you on speakerphone so she could hear you doing math flashcards with Daddy.

You blow us all away. Another silver lining I've found is that I truly believe my health experiences have helped mold you into someone with more compassionate and caring than many adults I know. My "back boo-boo" happened before you were two (ironically, as a result of my pregnancy with you). All you know is how to be gentle, caring, loving, and sensitive to any situation at hand. I've seen you make grumpy old men in wheelchairs in the physical therapy waiting room smile. You make friends everywhere we go (how many other children need to have THREE separate 5th birthday parties?). There is something about you, MH, (and although I'm always saying I've got "mommy goggles", I know I'm not alone in this thought) and I wish I could come up with a better word to describe it besides "special". You emit this radiance, this personality, this pure love of life and it's as though you literally dare people not to let you endear yourself unto them.

In the Jewish religion, we name our children for those loved family members who have passed. Your Hebrew name is for both of your grandfathers (who I know are looking down on you and could not be more a part of who you are). The first part of your Hebrew name is for my Grandpa N (Sweetheart's dad). It is Nachama, and ironically, its English meaning is "kindness and compassion". We did not select the name for this reason - we selected it because it was the female version of my grandfather's Hebrew name. However, the name could not be more fitting for you. Both of your great-grandfathers (and great uncle, for whom we chose your English name) were amazing men of kindness, compassion, honor, and morality, and taken from our family far too soon. You would have been such a source of pride and joy to each of them, and I know they watch you every day, looking out for you, and everyone in our family.

You are a complete and total paradox. The parts of your character I describe above are with you every day, yet you have a compete opposite side. The one that is stubborn, does whatever she wants even after being told not to, and definitely beats to her own drum. When I ask you why your listening ears aren't working, you tell me you must need new batteries. You are so very independent - every day I wonder what you come out wearing, because you are all about doing everything for yourself - fashion being high in the pecking order. You actually refer to yourself as my little fashionista, and that, my love, you are (did I mention that you are 150% girlie-girl, and I adore every bit of it?) You have an answer for everything (one we usually can't argue with because it's legit), and love to call our bluff. A few weeks ago you refused to clean up some toys after Daddy had asked you three times to do so. So, Daddy got a garbage bag and told you he was going to throw the toys out since they didn't seem to matter to you. Did you cry, get upset, or start cleaning? No - you started handing him more toys - ones that "you'd had for long enough" or were "too babyish". And do you know what you told him? "Daddy, don't throw them out - you should give them to someone who is not as lucky as I am." Oh yes, my love, you have taken the morals we've taught you, and things we talk about on a daily basis, and used them against us at times! How do a Mommy and Daddy handle that?

There are no consequences that seem to phase you. Time outs? Forget it. Time outs for things (i.e. toys, movies) that matter to you? "But I can have it back tomorrow or in a few days, right?". It's funny - the things that should bother don't phase you at all (although you do take everything in and process it -sometimes I don't see the effect for days or even weeks, but you do get it), yet you can be so overly sensitive about the little things. I hurt your feelings and made you cry because you didn't want "that" plate for dinner. Yesterday at your birthday party one of your friends thought they were being funny and called you a ghost - it took me almost 10 minutes to calm you down from your heartbreaking tears and tell you that they were not being mean, just being silly. And let's not forget Saturday's lunch where they sang Happy Birthday unexpectedly to you at Applebee's and you burst into tears because it scared you. You are the life of the party, but it totally has to be on your own terms! While you are so very independent in so many ways, and completely have a mind of your own, when it's just you and I, all you want is me . . . to hug you (love it), cuddle you (love it), play with you (love it), entertain you (usually love it!) but you cannot grasp the concept that Mommy has to get things done too, and can't do all of those things all of the time!

For as hard as it can be getting through the toughest of days, I'm secretly thankful. You're a leader. When we get to preschool and your friends rush to you with dress-up clothes in hand ready to go, if you're not in the mood you say hi and go on do your thing. No dust will ever settle under your feet. And I'd like to think that if what we see in you now continues, and I have no doubt it will, you will not be someone who allows themselves to be pushed around. You will go after what you want in life and make it happen. And that, my love, makes me happy.

You are sharp as a tack. Your memory is amazing. You stopped me in Panera a few weeks ago to point out a man we'd met 6 months earlier for about 5 minutes while out to dinner for my birthday. He was an acquaintance of Poppy's. You got so upset that I actually stopped the man and asked him if he knew Poppy, and lo-and-behold, it was indeed the same man. "See Mommy?" you exclaimed! "I TELLED you that was Poppy's friend!". The friends we were having lunch with couldn't believe it. This is just one example - you remember places, people, and describe in great detail something that happened over a year ago. The connections you make between things are amazing. I guess I shouldn't be surprised, given that I have the memory of an elephant, yet at your age I still find myself in awe every time you wow me again.

I wish I could freeze time and bottle you as you are right now. As much as I get nostalgic for your baby years, I look at you now and each day just gets better and better. Your current obsession is all things High School Musical. You usually watch one of them every day, but before you can do so, must spend half an hour primping preparing - the boas, the shoes, the jewels, the 3 dress up outfits layered on top of each other (I gotta give you credit, I've seen you create a strapless dress of your own accord, use same said dress at a later date as a scarf, and even later a head-dress (no pun intended)). You know every word to every song and sing and dance and perform right along with the show. You even turn on your keyboard so you can play music. I must admit that a: I love the movies too and b: What I love more is watching YOU watch them. Lately every  night after dinner, you disappear, get yourself into "gear", pull out your keyboard with its pre-loaded tempo beats, shout a "5, 6, 7, 8!" and put on a show. Halfway into your second year of ballet and tap classes, you don't walk, you dance. You think the world is your stage. You adore looking at yourself in the mirror. To say you adore all things musical is an understatement, and has been since you were born. From Barry White to Music Together, to Top 40, you have rhythm like nothing I've ever seen, and pick up song lyrics immediately (you also get that from me - the song lyrics part. The rhythm, we've got no clue on, but girl, you got it going on!) MH, you are the epitome of living life to its fullest - you do not want to miss a beat and you don't. Nothing is going to pass you by, because you will simply not allow that to happen.

This may be the longest blog post I've ever written, but that's also because it's a special letter to you - one that I wanted to share with anyone willing to read even just one paragraph about the amazing privilege it is to call myself your Mommy. I could go on for hours, and I know there is so much missing from what I want to say to and about you, but I will end with this: You are the biggest and by far most amazing accomplishment I've made in this lifetime. I never knew that a 5 year old girl could be the BEST friend I'd ever have, but you are that and more. My only wish for you is that you never change from the amazing little lady you are; that the strong qualities, morals, and values you've shown us at such a young age will only continue to blossom as you do. I like to think that Daddy and I must be doing something right to be blessed with a daughter so pure of heart, full of love, and with such a true zest for every part of her life (not to mention your intelligence, though for that, we can only take credit for encouraging your eager desire to learn and experience). My promise to you is that I will forever be right here by your side for anything you need, doing my best to guide you to make the best choices, teach you life lessons, continue to share strong values and morals, celebrate life's highs with you, and be there to try and make it all better when you're sad. And of course all that fun girlie stuff like shopping, getting our nails done, doing makeup, having impromptu dance parties, baking cupcakes - you name it, you've got it.

You are the true love of my life, Mad Hatter. I could not be more proud to be your Mommy, or more grateful that if I have one opportunity in life at having a child, you are the one Daddy and I were meant to have. Like I tell you all the time, even though you're a big girl, you will always be my baby. You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy every day. You're our first, our last, our everything.

With all my love and all of my heart,

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Mommy Learns to Sew

Actually, Mommy has been learning to sew for some time. More on that in another post, although if you're a friend on Facebook or Twitter, then you know a bit about my sewing endeavors. Sadly, I have yet to write a proper post on said endeavors due to things like work, quitting work, being sick, my back acting up, a severe migraine (currently on day 8 and counting the days until Saturday when I see a neurologist).

Anyways. I can't wait to share my current adventures with all of you, and that will be coming in a blog post of its own, hopefully very soon!

In the meantime, I'm trying hard to get back into the habit of blogging, even it my posts are on the short side. Hmmm, so people may prefer the Mommy Learns to Blog "getting back into it" style!

So, I have been wanting to try out a new technique involving creating fabric ruffles. I have a vision of an outfit I want to make for the Mad Hatter's birthday party, but given that it's just 4 days away and we've yet to make a final decision on a cake (let alone that it's a rare moment I'm actually enjoying being vertical because the pain of this headache is slightly reduced), it may not happen. And to be honest, I'm completely okay with that.

I viewed some tutorials and a couple of videos and went to town with some scrap fabric. I think I did alright with the technique, and it seemed a shame to throw the piece out, but I wasn't sure what I'd ever use it for.

Until ... I thought about all of the MH's Barbie dolls and how this might just make a swimming little spring dress.

What do you think? Darling! Perfect for a lovely spring/summer afternoon picnic date.

Take a closer look. I don't think it matters what we think because I think Ken will just love it. Given the dimensions of Barbie's hot little figure, I think next time I'd do better to work in a stretchy material. In order to get this on over her hips, it's a hair big around the chest. In fact, I think Barbie will be spending most of the time at the picnic either hiking that baby up, or just giving it up and getting lucky!


For the record, my sewing project for MH does not include a dress.

And secondly, this blog post doesn't seem quite as short as I envisioned it.

Almost WW - 5 til FIVE

That's right - just 5 days until this sophisticated little diva (who refers to herself as my little fashionista) turns 5. FIVE! Where have the last FIVE years gone?

Of course, with the things that come out of her mouth on a daily basis and the things she continues to amaze us with, she could be going on 25. At a minimum.

Here we are, just lounging in style (do you LOVE it? We were at a party/event expo and this was one of the vendor's setups! Makes me want to throw a swanky cocktail party for no reason whatsoever just so I could deck the place out in this vendor's vision!)

For the record: My little "fashionista" picked the entire outfit herself, right down to the flower clip in her hair (made by yours truly), scarf around her neck (made by Sweetheart) and (much to my dismay) self-applied tattoo on her cheek. And of course we can't forget the stickers (amongst much other loot) she collected that afternoon.

Oh, and upon "previewing" this post, I noticed the cocktail napkin on the arm of the sofa. Yes, although she refuses to eat most chicken outside of nugget form and gags at the sight of a meatball, my sophisticated girl with her sophisticated palate had just indulged in a smoked salmon, cream cheese, and spinach pinwheel. I do not jest.

Words could never describe just how deeply I love and adore my precious girl, but there is no doubt that reflecting on moments like these only makes it run deeper.

No matter how old you get MH, you will forever be mommy's baby girl.

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