tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328936532012-02-07T22:37:45.747-05:00Pojhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05797004619475584150noreply@blogger.comBlogger10941100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32893653.post-18516924185772725262012-02-02T12:24:00.001-05:002012-02-07T22:27:11.440-05:00

Karate! I signed the Cuteness up for Karate lessons this week. He's been asking about taking them for a while and I don't necessarily think that it's a bad thing. Discipline, self-control and self-confidence (with reason) are GOOD things for him to have - and I know that those things are highlighted in the martial arts. So, I found this place that really caters to families and we're trying

Pojhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05797004619475584150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32893653.post-1300126308025292972012-01-19T13:00:00.000-05:002012-01-19T13:00:17.432-05:00

These aren't in any particular order, just a bunch of pictures from my phone... My how my little boy has grown up. He's lost every ounce of "baby". Looking at these pictures, I am reminded of how blessed my life is.

Pojhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05797004619475584150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32893653.post-3786352419852576212012-01-12T14:28:00.001-05:002012-01-12T14:28:18.728-05:00

All year, the Cuteness has been amazing. AH-Mazing. He has not cried or whined about going to school.  He has not given my mom a hard time.  He's happy to go. Today, not so much. At 8am, I get a call at work, and I hear this tremulous little voice on the other end of my phone - trying to be brave - "M-M-Mommy....  I miss you..." Deep breath. "I want you to go to school with me today" My

Pojhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05797004619475584150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32893653.post-4128703024917389692012-01-04T16:14:00.000-05:002012-01-09T16:22:31.033-05:00

The Cuteness lost his very first tooth.  I was at work, of course - so I got a phone call about it (sigh).  Apparently the Cuteness was "chewing" on Ploppies (his stuffed dog) and out it popped. Let's just say I'm glad I didn't have to pull it... So, the Tooth Fairy is apparently going to supply him with $5 in exchange for that baby tooth.  I'll try to post a picture...

Pojhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05797004619475584150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32893653.post-55005773352901546972011-12-12T15:28:00.001-05:002011-12-12T15:29:43.480-05:00

Well, it finally happened... after months of checking on his part, the Cuteness and I discovered he had a loose tooth yesterday.  He was so excited he could hardly contain himself.  He does complain that it "hurts".  I can't remember back to the dark ages of my own loose teeth... but I guess I could buy that it is tender.  Of course, he had a frenulectomy about a month ago and that didn't seem

Pojhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05797004619475584150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32893653.post-78829107950133022902011-11-10T14:46:00.001-05:002011-11-10T14:52:52.793-05:00

The crimes at Penn State have really shaken me.  As the mother of a small boy, I'm furious with those men, the men who protected that MONSTER.  But really, EVERYONE should be furious with those men. Because, say what you will - by remaining silent - they protected Jerry Sandusky. The 22 year old grad student who didn't stop the rape, then ran home crying to his dad?  Instead of CALLING THE

Pojhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05797004619475584150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32893653.post-37739351548618091152011-11-08T15:24:00.002-05:002011-11-08T15:24:37.029-05:00

The Cuteness had oral surgery yesterday. It was minor, done with just novocaine and a laser - but I couldn't believe how tense I got over the whole thing.  It was necessary, but it's funny how you second guess yourself.  I had a similar surgery done back in the dark ages before laser surgery was a normal occurence... and it hurt like hades! But the dentist told me that this would be nearly

Pojhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05797004619475584150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32893653.post-51157834356001373612011-11-01T16:17:00.000-04:002011-11-01T16:17:46.213-04:00

We had a small Halloween "party" of sorts last night. The Cuteness has this one friend that I particularly like - and being SMALL and not having much say in where I take him - I can still kinda control who he hangs out with!  ;)  Anyway - I also invited the friends Aunt and Grandma - since C's mom is also a single mom and she is very close to her sister and mom.  And of course, my parents came

Pojhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05797004619475584150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32893653.post-68228033939938704502011-10-29T06:17:00.001-04:002011-10-29T06:19:00.609-04:00

There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.  ---Albert Einstein Yesterday, as we were getting dressed, the Cuteness was looking at my feet across the bathroom - I had on white socks with a gold toe - and he's exclaims "MOMMY - your toes are sticking out!". As he comes closer, he bends down, touches my socks

Pojhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05797004619475584150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32893653.post-43842224482187523062011-10-26T16:09:00.000-04:002011-10-26T16:09:02.563-04:00

I know I've said it before, how the days just seem to fly by, but somehow, they do. And there are a LOT of times where I don't feel like I'm completely in the moment, enjoying what's going on.I won't complain about the single parenting thing - because, while it's hard, I would not trade it in for anything in the world. When Mr. Poj died - I still had this amazing little not quite three year old

Pojhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05797004619475584150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32893653.post-58311038805443393632011-09-19T08:36:00.002-04:002011-09-19T08:59:53.514-04:00

We're three weeks into kindergarten, and already I can't believe how much the Cuteness has learned! He's never been one to color and draw - so that's one area I see definite improvement for him. And his number and letter recognition has gone through the roof.He's attending Kindergarten at a Catholic school - and I'm trying hard not to get too enamored of it. I love that he has religion every

Pojhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05797004619475584150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32893653.post-18701494223565419512011-08-23T06:36:00.002-04:002011-10-26T16:08:39.584-04:00

In a little while I have to wake the Cuteness up for his first day of kindergarten. He couldn't sleep last night - I think a combination of nervousness and excitement. I think he finally dropped off around 10pm! Fortunately the first day is a late start and early dismissal. And includes parent orientation. I have to pack him a lunch.And I can't help but look at my little boy and think the

Pojhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05797004619475584150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32893653.post-60556119154393049852011-08-15T13:00:00.002-04:002011-10-26T16:08:39.592-04:00

We don't watch much TV, and I may or may not have mentioned that in December I cancelled our DirecTV scubscription - but the Cuteness has discovered a ScoobyDoo movie that he adores, called Pirates Ahoy! Needless to say, we've watched it 382,196 times and the Cuteness has some lines memorized.To my delight, he wanted to watch it AGAIN last night, so we turn it on, and he asks me for the Roku

Pojhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05797004619475584150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32893653.post-61698014749503043192011-07-12T10:21:00.005-04:002011-07-12T10:44:09.971-04:00

Last night at bathtime, the Cuteness INSISTED on running outside to get his swim goggles and his snorkeling tube. He really has turned into a little fish and loves nothing more than playing in the water.The funniest thing, though, has got to be him putting on his goggles and jumping into the tub. He is SO darn cute. I love how he dunks his head under the water, tries to look at stuff - and of

Pojhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05797004619475584150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32893653.post-53715297737220173502011-07-11T11:08:00.002-04:002011-07-11T11:10:41.699-04:00

Whenever the Cuteness sees a police car, when we're driving, he announces to me"There's the po-po".My brother taught him that. And I don't know, there's just something so freaking adorable about the way that he says it. I don't know if it's his voice inflection, the amusement in his voice or what. But I love it. I probably shouldn't encourage it - but, well, I sorta can't help it.

Pojhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05797004619475584150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32893653.post-90911414088289732862011-07-09T09:01:00.002-04:002011-07-09T09:30:49.512-04:00

Well, summer is in full gear and we're busy, busy, busy!The Cuteness is playing t-ball. Getting him started was a bit of a chore - he was nervous because I'm not even sure he knew what baseball was. The first day of practice, we ended up missing - because I made the mistake of coming home first, instead of running some errands and taking him to t-ball practice. He cried, said he didn't want to

Pojhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05797004619475584150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32893653.post-89712222188156486462011-06-01T07:48:00.002-04:002011-06-01T07:55:42.511-04:00

I can't believe it's June already. I'm really not sure where the time goes...The Cuteness has his very first T-Ball game today. I'm so excited for him. We went to a practice last week - and he told me that he didn't want to play - he only wanted to "watch the other kids have fun". I asked him why he didn't want to have fun and like all kids, he was worried that they wouldn't like him and a

Pojhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05797004619475584150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32893653.post-64374679775067133882011-03-18T14:59:00.001-04:002011-03-18T14:59:53.143-04:00

I was looking at a friends picture of her daughter... we adopted our kids at the same time, and it hit me... every shred of babytoddlerpreschooler-ness is GONE. My friends daughter wasn't LITTLE anymore. She was this big kid.Which of course got me looking at the Cuteness and sure enough, there was this KID standing in front of me, pretending to be my Cuteness.Okay, okay - he's STILL my Cuteness

Pojhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05797004619475584150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32893653.post-18593242975772663902011-02-16T14:55:00.001-05:002011-02-16T14:55:44.987-05:00

Sometime in the recent past, I've graduated from "mommy" to "muh-ther"... once in a while, I get a "mom" - but mostly the Cuteness calls me "muh-ther" - just like that, emphasis on the "muh". And, it's not even that snotty, insolent backtalking kind of voice. He just calls me Mother."Mother can we watch some TV?""Mother can I have some milk, please?""Mother, can we read a story?"It makes me a

Pojhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05797004619475584150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32893653.post-37653882034056551172011-02-15T11:22:00.001-05:002011-02-15T11:22:48.800-05:00

I've noticed this tendency in myself to always be telling the Cuteness how much time we have to do things. And I guess I'm sorta feeling like this schedule nazi.On the one hand, I KNOW that it helps him to understand that in x number of minutes we're going to do y.Sometimes it's "we're going to stop playing and do dishes".Sometimes it's "we're going to get dressed for school". (Because don't get

Pojhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05797004619475584150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32893653.post-45385339079447736012011-02-09T13:18:00.003-05:002011-02-09T14:27:49.534-05:00

I can't believe it, but this morning I went to visit a school that I'm contemplating sending the Cuteness to for kindergarten in the fall.The whole point of my moving was to get into this really excellent school district. And don't get me wrong, there are other benefits and there were other reasons to move - but one of the biggest was simply that... the school district.So, in an effort to be

Pojhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05797004619475584150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32893653.post-14027501710859684412011-02-07T11:36:00.001-05:002011-02-07T11:36:31.310-05:00

On Saturday, the Cuteness asked me if his cousin Jory could come over to play, because he wanted a "kid" to play with.Back around New Years eve, I called my sister - we had tentatively planned to head out with the kids - but she wasn't quite up to it. It's sorta always been that *I* call my sister. If I don't reach out, I usually don't hear from her. And the same goes with my nieces... I

Pojhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05797004619475584150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32893653.post-64605375272114783622011-02-03T14:00:00.001-05:002011-02-03T14:00:55.743-05:00

So the Cuteness and I both got sick last week. I missed two days of work (and feel like I'm STILL buried - but you'll have that) - and he missed an entire week of pre-school. Actually, the poor kid has really had a rough couple of weeks. Mid January, I took him for his annual physical and he needed some vaccinations. Now, waaaaay back when he was one, he had a reaction to one of the multiple

Pojhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05797004619475584150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32893653.post-13905971765740610652011-01-13T12:20:00.002-05:002011-01-13T12:27:45.603-05:00

So, the Cuteness got four vaccinations (two shots) on Monday... Before we started, I discussed with his "new" doctor my concern over the combined vaccines, because when he was one, he had a vaccination and had a reaction to it. Rash. All over. And, while I can appreciate that children change as they grow (just like adults) - we had been having good luck with the "alternate" vaccination schedule

Pojhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05797004619475584150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32893653.post-15832792436719862132011-01-11T07:40:00.002-05:002011-01-11T08:29:42.427-05:00

I took the Cuteness in for his annual checkup. I'm soooooo lucky that overall, he is such a healthy kid. He wasn't too cooperative for the eye exam - but aside from that he did really well.He cried when he heard he had to get a vaccination shot. But overall he was brave. He didn't scream, kick or hit, though he did cry. Overall, I'm super proud of my brave boy.So, he's 46-1/2 inches tall and

Pojhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05797004619475584150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32893653.post-25695146697730947452011-01-10T11:52:00.001-05:002011-01-10T11:52:43.675-05:00

I keep telling myself that once in a while it is OK for me to have a bad day. I work at being happy, I work at keeping a positive attitude... but every once in a while it just hits me how HARD this whole thing is. I wasn't supposed to be a single parent. I wasn't supposed to be attempting to raise my son, keep our household together and support us all by myself. I was supposed to have a

Pojhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05797004619475584150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32893653.post-25417039493585887672011-01-06T05:32:00.000-05:002011-01-06T10:32:50.527-05:00

The Cuteness and I spent some of yesterday evening looking at some pictures and home movies of him. And, we got to one of his baby pictures with his foster mother. His reaction to seeing her varies, depending on the day and his mood - and yesterday it made him a little bit sad.I always try to talk to him about what he's feeling and helping him get to the ROOT of what he's feeling when he's

Pojhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05797004619475584150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32893653.post-15137266672245424202011-01-05T15:54:00.001-05:002011-01-05T15:54:14.003-05:00

It's a new year, and I'm resolving to start posting more on my blog again. I miss writing and that cathartic effect it's always had for me. Plus, it helps keep me centered and remembering what's important in my life. And sometimes, lately, I've been losing sight of that.What is important to me?Spending time with the people I love. Remembering to be present and savor ALL of the moments, good,

Pojhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05797004619475584150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32893653.post-86000359455547662192010-11-23T05:36:00.001-05:002011-01-05T15:39:22.683-05:00

I still miss you Mr. Poj.Yesterday marked the two year anniversary of your death.No one remembered.I did, though.I thought about you all day.Unfortunately, some of those thoughts were kinda gruesome... remembering your last moments, holding your hand as you died.Some of them were really happy.The first time you asked me out on a date. Our trip to Disney way back when. The look on your face the

Pojhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05797004619475584150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32893653.post-72348971838227583052010-11-11T14:50:00.003-05:002010-11-11T14:53:53.925-05:00

We're inching closer and closer to two really tough days...I'm dreading them.

Pojhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05797004619475584150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32893653.post-65601189855706285722010-07-26T21:11:00.002-04:002010-07-26T21:22:15.498-04:00

I took the basket out of the dishwasher... you know the one, it used to hold all the nipples from the Cutenesses "pacha", his binkies... then when he graduated to sippy cups, it held all of those valves for the nice sippy cups...Gone.We have no more "nice" sippy cups. The last one has finally bit the dust. Not that we used it THAT often, but there the dishwasher basket sat, just in case. And

Pojhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05797004619475584150noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32893653.post-62614384106963144472010-07-21T08:34:00.002-04:002010-07-21T08:37:59.729-04:00

A haircut without TEARS.Yesterday I went to get my hair done and I usually torture the Cuteness and force him to get his hair cut as well. His hair grows SO FAST... and he hates having it cut... cries, screams, and ultimately, I have to hold him down.It's a lovely experience. Truly.Yesterday, not a single tear. He sat in my mom's lap... chatted up Miss G while she cut his hair, and then earned

Pojhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05797004619475584150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32893653.post-13034467341420091632010-07-12T13:52:00.004-04:002010-07-12T14:12:58.677-04:00

The pictures above tell a story...And it all starts with the Cuteness and his awesome imagination.It's no secret that he adores all things firefighter related... fire trucks, hoses, ladders, helmets and of course, firefighters themselves. His favorite video is called "Fire Monsters" and as far as video's go, it's somewhat educational, I suppose. It's about all the things that firefighters do to

Pojhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05797004619475584150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32893653.post-46170056327088989202010-07-08T12:24:00.003-04:002010-07-08T12:30:13.406-04:00

I got a message from a friend yesterday that they were inspired by my positiveness.I'm touched by that.I've been blessed with a positive nature - and I'm trying to nurture that even further. I've always believed that Happiness is a Choice. Always. And I don't want to be mired down in sadness, gloominess, or negativity. They are viral. They suck they life out of you.And I want to live.I want

Pojhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05797004619475584150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32893653.post-71981425395812991392010-07-06T13:48:00.003-04:002010-07-06T14:23:20.801-04:00

So the Cuteness has discovered his first mass merchandising craze: Silly Bandz. Apparently a few of the older kids at his daycare have them. But what really sealed the deal for HIM was that Cousin Jory has them. And, while I wouldn't say that he does anything and everything that the little blonde bombshell does - in this regard, he WANTS them.At the end of our Independence Day cookout - he

Pojhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05797004619475584150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32893653.post-11553865922346288842010-07-03T19:48:00.000-04:002010-07-08T12:24:24.448-04:00

The Cuteness got two female Betta fish as pets 15 days ago.Females.That he named "Joe" and "Michael".I love this on SO MANY LEVELS. A. I find it totally hilarious that he gave his fish regular old human names... 2. I love that they are boys names for his FEMALE Betta fish... :)He LOVES his fish. He (so far) has been really responsible about feeding them daily. I have to clean the tank (GROSS

Pojhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05797004619475584150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32893653.post-60333659941254721372010-06-21T16:27:00.002-04:002010-06-21T16:32:06.915-04:00

I got to spend the morning with MY dad, and the Cuteness made his "poppy" a present at daycare and he was ecstatic to give it to him.But we were both a bit cranky.I just went with it; I did try to talk to the Cuteness a little bit about his dad - but he didn't really want to talk about him (and he is actually pretty good about letting me know when he DOES want to talk about his dad).So we went

Pojhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05797004619475584150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32893653.post-75939146847773651082010-06-15T08:34:00.004-04:002010-06-15T11:21:54.846-04:00

After Mr. Poj died - I thought I would at least dream about him, you know? But the reality was - nothing. Not that I remember a ton of my dreams - but periodically, one will stick.It's been nearly 19 months since he died, so I've sorta given up on ever seeing him again, even if it was only when I was dreaming.Wouldn't you know, for some reason, this week, I've dreamed about him. Not once, but

Pojhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05797004619475584150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32893653.post-86437424684911417242010-06-13T22:47:00.000-04:002010-06-14T10:28:56.599-04:00

So, the upgrade went well, I think. The usual stuff when you go live with some new software, especially in the first couple of days after the actual event. But all in all, things are getting back to normal at work.What's weird is, I'm having a hard time adjusting to NOT working at night... and weekends.Not that I WANT to be working - but it consumed a lot of hours and I sorta feel a bit adrift

Pojhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05797004619475584150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32893653.post-4201300714750413772010-05-04T23:32:00.003-04:002010-05-04T23:37:13.581-04:00

April 22 passed and I didn't mark it in some way.Every month, on the 22nd, I've always stopped dead in my tracks at some point in my day and remembered that on this day, x number of months ago, Mr. Poj passed. I remember him, I remember watching him die...April 22 came.April 22 went.And it's only now, on May 3 that I'm remembering that I DIDN'T mark it. I didn't stop and remember him dying.I

Pojhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05797004619475584150noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32893653.post-71078200073543357052010-05-04T09:22:00.001-04:002010-05-04T09:23:11.024-04:00

to our Go-Live weekend for the software upgrade.I CAN MAKE IT! sigh.I know I can...

Pojhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05797004619475584150noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32893653.post-35329858449434477902010-04-26T09:19:00.004-04:002010-04-26T09:35:39.829-04:00

I know - I'm horribly absent from here lately. I swear once the upgrade is done, I'll start posting again.We had Cousin Jory's birthday party this weekend. FUN. Here are a couple of pictures...And his first "golfing" lessons with Poppy. ;)(He's been begging to go golfing with Poppy since last summer... Santa brought him real clubs for Christmas, so we'll see how that goes!)

Pojhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05797004619475584150noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32893653.post-78290407282272531622010-04-22T09:30:00.003-04:002010-04-22T09:35:59.159-04:00

The Cuteness was sick again yesterday, so I had to attempt to work from home.NOT a fun proposition. First, there's the guilt that my son is sick and he's only getting HALF of my attention at best, because I'm in the middle of a monster upgrade at work, our department is already understaffed and we're trying to handle the whole thing internally. Then there's the guilt that I'm NOT at work, being

Pojhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05797004619475584150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32893653.post-35051569695683643922010-04-14T09:13:00.002-04:002010-04-14T10:00:17.148-04:00

I may have mentioned once or twice how swamped I am at work...But, I can FINALLY see the light at the end of the tunnel. I've almost completed all of the programming, and that was a fairly big list. Once that one's checked off of my to-do list... I have some DBA stuff to take care of and a couple of other minor things to do - but I definitely see myself hitting all of the deadlines.I'm so

Pojhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05797004619475584150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32893653.post-6913132281841882902010-04-13T09:31:00.002-04:002010-04-13T09:32:01.078-04:00

Mr. Poj is on my mind a lot today.No special reason... no holiday, anniversary or otherwise special day.Just missing him...I wonder if that ever stops?

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I had a great weekend filled with lots of friends visiting.The Cuteness was in a great mood all weekend.Spring feels like it's DEFINITELY HERE.What more can anyone ask for???Life is so good here.

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Or so he told me yesterday as we were driving home from work/daycare.We had this five minute conversation about how he is going to marry little Belle, except when they went for a walk yesterday, they stopped at Miss Joan's house (because she lives close to the daycare) to play with her dog and have a treat - and while they were eating the treat, little Bell got a little bit sick and "puked a

Pojhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05797004619475584150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32893653.post-43735452845912830822010-04-05T15:48:00.000-04:002010-04-06T09:42:33.304-04:00

They want me to be done two weeks earlier than we originally planned.TWO WEEKS.The only thing that I can think of is that I'm sleeping ABOUT 4 hours a night now. I honestly don't think that I can function on less. And, the Cuteness needs at least a little bit of my attention after work, for a couple of hours.Sigh.I'm not a complainer by nature. Okay, maybe I am - but I seriously try hard not

Pojhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05797004619475584150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32893653.post-39912200708395966232010-03-31T23:08:00.002-04:002010-03-31T23:10:02.942-04:00

As is always the case with my Cuteness, he tells me when he's ready for the next step.Mr. Poj and I were advocates of the Family Bed and attachment parenting. It worked for us. So, for the past four years, I have gone to sleep with these two tiny little feet poking into my side (or my back, sometimes my face!)Tonight the Cuteness told me that he wanted to sleep in his own room.He put on his

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We had such an awesome Saturday. Actually, the whole weekend was pretty good, but Saturday was PERFECT.Cousin Jory stayed overnight Friday and the Cuteness and her apparently missed one another, because they played so well together it was an absolute joy. I love listening to them giggle. And they didn't even hardly fight over any of the toys. Like I said, joy.So Saturday my sister and I had a

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The Cuteness is no longer a toddler... or even a very young pre-schooler. He's turned into a LITTLE BOY and I swear, I must've missed something.Anyway, I mention this, because, when Mr. Poj died - I kept telling myself that I was going to have enough pressure just trying to raise the Cuteness all by myself, I DID NOT NEED to add the pressure of trying to be his daddy. 1. I can NEVER be his daddy

Pojhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05797004619475584150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32893653.post-32630832603751751102010-03-22T10:54:00.003-04:002010-03-22T10:57:49.769-04:00

When the Cuteness needs some attention and cuddling he has started telling me"I need some loveon"Or"Who will loveon me while I'm sitting on the couch?"LOVE.

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Life is good!

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So, the Cuteness and I took a walk around our neighborhood yesterday after dinner. It was quite nice. He's learning to ride his scooter and he's just so darn proud of himself that he's learning to balance and get both feet up on the thing and "ride" for a while.I've got to make him do more on his bicycle. Uncle Paul & Aunt Donna bought him a bicycle for his birthday (my brother is REALLY into

Pojhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05797004619475584150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32893653.post-88197453397594829622010-03-17T12:54:00.002-04:002010-03-17T13:10:33.025-04:00

For some reason the Cuteness HATES getting his hair cut.HATES.H-A-T-E-S!My bribery involved the new Eric and Aero train set for GeoTrax (with the new paint job!).It backfired. I told him that if he let Miss Gina cut his hair and do the "buzzers" around his ears and neck, I would take him to get the new train.He got his hair cut - but let's just say that it was ugly.Very Ugly.Screaming was

Pojhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05797004619475584150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32893653.post-27540289071669844232010-03-16T09:29:00.001-04:002010-03-16T09:29:32.925-04:00

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I'm not sure if the nice weather is supposed to continue through the weekend, but I REALLY hope so.I may have mentioned once or twice that work has been brutal lately. ;) Or not. Honestly, I don't remember what I blog about lately.Anyway, if I haven't mentioned it, we're in the middle of a big software upgrade at work, and we're handling all of the work internally.Which is great (yay, they

Pojhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05797004619475584150noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32893653.post-81197846259436484512010-03-11T07:21:00.000-05:002010-03-11T08:59:58.246-05:00

There is something inherently WRONG with your four year old asking this question.It all started last night, when the Cuteness was snuggling into the blankies getting ready to go to sleep. It seems that this is when we have our most poignant conversations at bedtime. I'm not sure if it's because he has my truly undivided attention, or HE's feeling relaxed and comfortable enough to talk or what -

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And I mean that, literally. I'm not talking about the Cuteness, or me... but the actual SUNSHINE which has been notably absent of late.The past two days the weather has been GREAT.When we got home from work both nights, the Cuteness and I took a little walk around our development, met a couple of our neighbors (FINALLY!) and basically enjoyed the spring preview. I know that seeing the sunshine

Pojhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05797004619475584150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32893653.post-55431771543122315202010-03-09T12:46:00.004-05:002010-03-09T12:51:34.157-05:00

all revolve around the Cuteness brushing his teeth.He is so stubborn.Last night, I took his ploppy dog away from him telling him that he could have it back as soon as he brushed his teeth.He CHOSE to spend the night without his ploppy dog... crying, miserable and upset rather than just getting it over with and brushing his teeth.I had to grit my teeth this morning and literally hit my knees

Pojhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05797004619475584150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32893653.post-33191326751183246922010-03-05T06:34:00.001-05:002010-03-05T06:34:00.205-05:00

but since everything else is an open book, may as well talk about this one as well, right?I took my wedding ring off a couple of weeks ago.I made a conscious decision to take it off, and put it in a safe place, alongside Mr. Poj's ring, near his ashes.It's not about being single. It is more about empowering myself, and finding out if I am strong enough to let go.Let go of the past. Look towards

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This is one I don't want to forget.When the Cuteness talks about his friends at school, there are five boys that he refers to as his "Tough Customers".This is NOT something I say. Now. Ever, actually. So I'm not sure where that little turn of phrase comes from, but I TOTALLY.LOVE.IT.I take every opportunity to get him to say it. And of course, I'm not above bribery in some respects.When he

Pojhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05797004619475584150noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32893653.post-11489818091738970852010-03-03T05:48:00.000-05:002010-03-03T05:48:00.166-05:00

Last week when I took the Cuteness to the doctor for his ear infection, I got pulled over and was issued a speeding citation.Ugh.Okay, okay - so I admit I was going over the speed limit - and of course I told the Cuteness that we were driving a "little too fast" and that there are rules that we have to follow.He gets it.Except NOW, while we're playing (mostly GeoTrax) - he PULLS ME OVER AND GIVES

Pojhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05797004619475584150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32893653.post-12600903829105386662010-03-02T12:00:00.002-05:002010-03-02T12:09:05.065-05:00

I got the opportunity to spend a good part of the afternoon with some friends that I used to teach PSR with - and I had a great time. The were having a scrapbooking weekend - and while I couldn't go for the entire weekend, I was able to get away for about 6 hours on Saturday.I NEEDED that.It was fun.My nieces spent the night Saturday - and that was great fun to come home to as well (even if they

Pojhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05797004619475584150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32893653.post-47212458292321800952010-02-26T12:53:00.003-05:002010-02-26T13:08:15.389-05:00

that I am Totally.Off.My.Rocker...I SO think this would be AWESOMEFUNStiletto Spy SchoolMaybe if I ever get another vacation day... sigh.

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The Cuteness makes up stories about his daddy.Silly things, really - that have no basis in reality."My daddy used to cook that for me!" even though it's something he never had before."My daddy used to play that with me!" even though it's a toy we just got this past Christmas...It breaks my heart. Regularly.I hear the wistfulness, the longing behind those stories... how much he wishes his daddy

Pojhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05797004619475584150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32893653.post-43440710470562248412010-02-24T09:01:00.002-05:002010-02-24T10:13:35.340-05:00

Mid week, last week he came down with a head cold, and Friday night (of course, for the weekend!) he started running a fever that he just couldn't kick.Then, Sunday night, he was miserable.With a capital M.Mind you, he is over three feet tall and 43 pounds - and beginning at 10pm-ish Sunday night, he BEGGED me to carry him and walk.And walk.And walk.There was no sitting in the rocking chair, no

Pojhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05797004619475584150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32893653.post-46662724736393506942010-02-20T10:51:00.002-05:002010-02-20T10:53:25.270-05:00

The Cuteness' cold has progressed to a fever... not sure what he's fighting off. He perks up pretty well with some acetaminophen in him - but he's just not himself.Looks like we'll be canceling all of our play dates this weekend and just laying low at home so that HOPEFULLY he recovers by Monday.

Pojhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05797004619475584150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32893653.post-91453822679431062642010-02-17T15:27:00.002-05:002010-02-17T15:34:21.881-05:00

Yesterday the Cuteness got hurt at the hair salon.I was in the shampoo chair, getting the colors rinsed out and I didn't realize his finger was in between the chair and the support or something - so when I sat up, his finger got REALLY SQUISHED.He couldn't even strangle out a cry.I pushed the chair back immediately... paused for a second...and then the screaming started.The Cuteness has a fairly

Pojhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05797004619475584150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32893653.post-13686361202726551172010-02-11T10:19:00.003-05:002010-02-11T10:25:08.822-05:00

I yelled at the Cuteness last night.No excuses... I need to do better. I don't WANT to yell. Not ever.Some days, he knows how to push ALL of my buttons. ALL.OF.THEM.I don't know why we're struggling with baths so much lately, however that seems to be the big issue.And taking toys away last night wasn't doing the trick. He would alternately cry, then be stubborn again about getting out of his

Pojhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05797004619475584150noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32893653.post-28668856383831387722010-02-09T09:54:00.003-05:002010-02-09T09:56:59.880-05:00

Just one... I took this Sunday while visiting Nonni.

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The Cuteness and I are total dorks.Total. Dorks.Every day, when we're driving home, as we make the first turn at the first stop sign in our neighborhood, we both count to three and then yellFISH MAILBOX!(at the top of our lungs, no less)Because, one of our neighbors has a... fish mailbox.It's sorta ugly, sorta quirky (and honestly, who am *I* to comment on other people's quirks? Hello, pot?

Pojhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05797004619475584150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32893653.post-15741337192206995062010-02-07T22:21:00.002-05:002010-02-07T22:29:19.954-05:00

I don't want to forget (and I LOVE!) that that Cutenesscalls things/people/me "the robber guy" if he thinks you're being mean or basically bad... only he doesn't say "bad", it's the "robber guy". Love.How he asks me to put his stuff on "the goodnight table" when he's going to sleep at night. It's not the night stand or night table... its the "goodnight table". Love.How when he's thinking or

Pojhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05797004619475584150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32893653.post-37417728464940655852010-02-05T09:40:00.003-05:002010-02-05T09:54:05.925-05:00

The Cuteness made me a necklace at school yesterday.I LOVE IT!Love.love.love.love.love.He chose his favorite color (yellow) for the string and when I got there to pick him up, he was so proud, I had to kneel down on the ground so he could put it on me IMMEDIATELY.I wore it to work today as evidenced by the photo below (this is from my webcam at my desk and the lighting is awful - and we'll all

Pojhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05797004619475584150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32893653.post-5315529622759819952010-02-03T09:32:00.006-05:002010-02-03T10:58:50.234-05:00

I guess I'm thinking about what could give, because all my co-workers are standing around the coffee machine talking about Lost... lost what? lost who?Okay, okay, it's not even that I really miss watching TV (much).But really... this whole single parenting thing is hard. And maybe I'm making it harder on myself, I don't know. And I guess I'm feeling pretty... alone. Or Blah. Or ???Or maybe

Pojhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05797004619475584150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32893653.post-39872577515007353732010-02-01T11:12:00.002-05:002010-02-01T11:17:42.588-05:00

The weekend was great.Friday got off to a poor start as I had meetings all day and didn't end up LEAVING until quarter after five. I'll grant you that doesn't sound all that late... but it's nearly an hour late on MY schedule (since I'm supposed to be leaving at 4:30).Anyway - I had my nieces for the weekend, as my sister is in Florida, and we all had a blast. The little ones got along great, I

Pojhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05797004619475584150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32893653.post-85992571632815303302010-01-28T11:20:00.004-05:002010-01-28T15:30:31.939-05:00

that he wanted a CELLPHONE.He was completely and TOTALLY serious.He told me that they make them for kids... and that he needed one to check his voicemail and email.Have I mentioned that he's FOUR!?I SWEAR I am not spending too much time on my droid! I swear it!!I do admit that I check my voicemail and email when warranted (I may have mentioned once or twice that work is crazy busy right now)...

Pojhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05797004619475584150noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32893653.post-53449583420636773722010-01-27T09:17:00.003-05:002010-01-27T09:43:31.272-05:00

The Cuteness did great at drop off this morning. HUGE relief.He verbally told me several times that he would miss me... that he really misses his daddyBUTno tears.HUGE HUGE HUGE RELIEFIt is SO hard to walk out of that building and leave him with tears in his eyes.His teacher is wonderful and she's been right there to help him out and wave goodbye at the window.Did I mention parent teacher

Pojhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05797004619475584150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32893653.post-58398734265692308582010-01-26T09:01:00.002-05:002010-01-26T10:03:20.941-05:00

The Cuteness did a little bit better this morning at drop-off, which was a huge relief. He still asked Miss Diane for help at the window to say goodbye - but I think the fact that he wasn't the first one there this morning played a big part in it as well. His friend Joey was there before we were and I could see him watching his friend. I think he may even have been a little bit torn about

Pojhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05797004619475584150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32893653.post-7757291966403458542010-01-25T09:02:00.004-05:002010-01-25T09:45:36.175-05:00

The Cuteness has been having a rough go at daycare the past week. I'm not sure if it's a delayed reaction to moving, still too much holiday or what. But his teacher told me that every day last week, usually after his friend Joey gets dropped off by his dad - that he's started crying, talking about missing me and especially missing his dad.The first I heard of it was Thursday evening... we were

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Terrible two's - not so terrible.Terrible three's - again, not so terrible.Four sucks.Really.The MonsterBoy Cuteness is all attitude and tantrums.I try to remain cool and unflappable, and calmly tell him that we ARE in fact taking a bath tonight and the time to do it is NOW because bedtime will be coming soon. Or that we will, really, be brushing our teeth, because again, bedtime is coming.And

Pojhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05797004619475584150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32893653.post-28751992753705701282010-01-18T16:01:00.002-05:002010-01-18T16:04:01.412-05:00

Somehow, another week has gotten by me without any blogging...My sister (in-law) and I have joined a CSA and I'm really excited about it.*** The organic thing is nice, I think I'm more excited about the fact that its food grown locally, in season and will benefit a local farmer. We all know how GREAT home grown tomatoes taste... and I'm hoping we can achieve that without having to grow our own

Pojhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05797004619475584150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32893653.post-89048106519490418132010-01-13T13:40:00.003-05:002010-01-13T14:15:31.483-05:00

the Cuteness to "the Monsterchild"!This is good news, really, because for a few days, I honestly thought I might have to start referring to him this way on this blog!We seem to have turned a corner, though, and he's doing much, much better. He's his usual amiable self. Spending the weekend at home helped and just getting back into a routine also helped.In fact, I picked him up from daycare

Pojhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05797004619475584150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32893653.post-91483345887653373342010-01-07T12:01:00.002-05:002010-01-07T12:50:56.037-05:00

Things have been crazy busy at work.To the point that some days, I feel like I've forgotten to breathe! ;)Tuesday, I got to work, booted up my pc, got busy, looked at the clock and it was 2:30... seriously.I'm not complaining because (here comes the silver lining!)It is GREAT to have a job in this economy. I haven't had to take any paycuts or mandatory "time off" without pay... AND I work for a

Pojhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05797004619475584150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32893653.post-47841720431590936702010-01-04T22:01:00.004-05:002010-01-04T22:20:18.279-05:00

Sigh.We're back to our old routine... only not so much.I was really proud of the Cuteness this morning. He hasn't been at daycare for two weeks, and while I was happy that he was getting a "Christmas vacation" from school, I was a bit terrified what the disruption to his routine would bring.So, I braced myself this morning for a flood of tears and a horrible goodbye from school.And it didn't

Pojhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05797004619475584150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32893653.post-62459160529291874002009-12-31T22:11:00.003-05:002009-12-31T22:21:45.139-05:00

that New Years would be harder than all of the other holidays.But, there it is.Easter, Thanksgiving, Christmas - those are always filled with lots of extended family and it makes it a little bit easier, I think, to not miss him so much.But on New Years Eve... well it was always just the two of us.It's not like Mr. Poj and I ever did anything special. We didn't go out to any parties or do

Pojhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05797004619475584150noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32893653.post-79742449942814011742009-12-29T07:27:00.004-05:002009-12-29T07:59:06.682-05:00

It's been a little busy the past week! ;) I've had a house full of people since Christmas eve and I'm totally enjoying it.Our Christmas was great this year. I think I probably definitely went a little overboard for the Cuteness this year. I'm not going to make any excuses for myself... we had a rough Christmas last year (which is sounding an awful lot like justification on my part - but well.

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The Cuteness is asleep...The presents are all wrapped and under the tree...The house guests are all snug in their beds...And I'm sitting here, wishing you were here to see him. He's grown so much since last year, and he's really into the Santa thing this year. He gets it, and he TOTALLY BELIEVES. He's so perfect, so innocent, so trusting - it makes my heart ache.He had a hard time falling

Pojhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05797004619475584150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32893653.post-3971625102491494202009-12-23T13:42:00.002-05:002009-12-23T15:53:39.522-05:00

I know I probably write about that too much - but there it is again.I'm getting ready for Christmas and really, I've been busy with the new house, getting decorated, shopping, wrapping and preparing for Christmas day with the family in my house.And it sorta hit me a couple of days ago... this is our second Christmas without him.Last year it was so raw - and everyone tried really hard to keep both

Pojhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05797004619475584150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32893653.post-20987879100653052502009-12-22T15:34:00.003-05:002009-12-22T15:38:20.723-05:00

The Cuteness asked for his cousins to come over and help bake cookies with him, so we made a day of it... and the cookies turned out pretty well, too! ;)It was a great day.Life IS good!

Pojhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05797004619475584150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32893653.post-29096891212690114302009-12-19T21:54:00.002-05:002009-12-19T21:57:54.817-05:00

The Cuteness is finally old enough to help me bake Christmas cookies - and truthfully, I think I've been waiting my whole life for this. Baking Christmas cookies with my own child.I made a batch of rolled sugar cookie dough that needs to sit over night and tomorrow, I'll let him roll it out and use the cookie cutters. I think I'll also have him help me mix a batch of dough for the cookie gun.

Pojhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05797004619475584150noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32893653.post-63154000741072827522009-12-18T11:38:00.003-05:002009-12-18T11:39:58.421-05:00

I went to the party at the Cutenesses daycare and he melted into a puddle of sobs when I left.My heart was breaking.I wanted nothing more than to just take him with me, like he wanted me to do.Sigh.Seriously questioning if I'll EVER go to another one of these is this is the emotional havoc it wreaks.

Pojhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05797004619475584150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32893653.post-33284845446563989012009-12-18T07:58:00.004-05:002009-12-18T08:29:07.952-05:00

We have a day full of parties today and the Cuteness is overjoyed!This morning, his daycare is having a birthday party for Jesus - with cake and ice cream (God bless those women, 30 screaming kids all hopped up on sugar from cake and ice cream sounds like FUN!), followed by a SPECIAL VISITOR from the North Pole.Then, at work, we're having a party at 4 - including dinner - and of course a SPECIAL

Pojhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05797004619475584150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32893653.post-63203471817642875372009-12-16T10:25:00.002-05:002009-12-16T10:43:17.927-05:00

Monday night, while the Cuteness and I were brushing our teeth - out of NOWHERE (at least, nowhere on MY radar), he tells me"I'm ugly"I try not to let it stop me dead in my tracks - because I WANT him to talk to me when things are bothering him or even when they aren't. And so far, he does talk to me, about everything. Especially at night when he's falling asleep or when we're driving and NOT

Pojhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05797004619475584150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32893653.post-2861543773453711402009-12-13T15:26:00.003-05:002009-12-13T15:34:42.250-05:00

The Cuteness is four today.I can't believe it. Really. I'm not sure where the past three and a half years have gone, but they sure have gone by quickly.Today, to celebrate his birthday, we went to the mall to visit with Santa (at HIS request). He actually sat on Santa's lap (picture below) AND TALKED TO HIM. He apparently wants Gritty and Farmer Earl (the Dirtiest Team for his GeoTrax set)

Pojhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05797004619475584150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32893653.post-46692563969599842552009-12-12T05:15:00.003-05:002009-12-14T14:05:30.197-05:00

I debated whether or not I should blog about this, as I think the Cuteness is a pretty good kid... but it's so darn funny, I just have to share.Yesterday, as I'm trying to get the Cuteness ready and out the door for school, he decides it's the perfect time for a meltdown of epic proportions.I'm trying to remain calm and still get out the door so I can get to work relatively on time.Finally, I had

Pojhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05797004619475584150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32893653.post-86887912882510033542009-12-11T12:55:00.005-05:002009-12-14T14:12:05.242-05:00

My sister has been wearing Life Is Good gear for a couple of years now, and mostly, I didn't pay attention to it. I liked the shirts, sure, but like I said, I really didn't pay too much attention to it.But I started thinking about it a couple of weeks ago.If you would've asked me last December if life was good I probably would've started crying. But honestly, in the three years PRIOR to actually

Pojhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05797004619475584150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32893653.post-18855676806191475582009-12-09T09:27:00.003-05:002009-12-09T14:00:11.257-05:00

So, I don't know how 4 days managed to get by me with little or no blogging.I had a birthday party (just family) for the Cuteness over the weekend. On Sunday, actually. And I think it must've been too much for him after being mildly sick Friday and Saturday, because he just wasn't himself in the evening, so we ended up staying home on Monday as well. My baby needed some protecting and TLC, so

Pojhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05797004619475584150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32893653.post-79218337003455193832009-12-08T13:45:00.002-05:002009-12-08T13:46:50.033-05:00

Pojhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05797004619475584150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32893653.post-60070962700613701772009-12-04T08:13:00.002-05:002009-12-04T08:24:17.992-05:00

Or, I should say HAD a fever.My parents decided to pick him up from Daycare yesterday and my mom said that his eyes were all glassy, he was REALLY hot and when she took his temperature at his house, it was 101.So...I made arrangements with my mom to sleep over - because no one wants to get up before the crack of dawn to watch my kid... not even me! ;)Anyway - this morning, as usual he was up at

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