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gd:etag="W/&quot;DkADQHs_eCp7ImA9WhRUFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931831097861197722.post-5012707686041088990</id><published>2012-01-25T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T12:52:51.540-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-25T12:52:51.540-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Wordful Wednesday" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family" /><title>Wordful Wednesday: Hurray for the iPhone</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hilljean.blogspot.com/feeds/5012707686041088990/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://hilljean.blogspot.com/2012/01/wordful-wednesday-hurray-for-iphone.html#comment-form" title="8 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931831097861197722/posts/default/5012707686041088990?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931831097861197722/posts/default/5012707686041088990?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BecauseMyLifeIsFascinating/~3/nCC4QWTQZJw/wordful-wednesday-hurray-for-iphone.html" title="Wordful Wednesday: Hurray for the iPhone" /><author><name>hilljean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00648911673711273414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="22" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hEfy93vZdDs/TUwRc4iRw1I/AAAAAAAAC5Q/7aMb3WkPcys/s220/15469_514757770531_139001021_30581407_6268241_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FxJsupMpr3Q/TyBgPzTEThI/AAAAAAAAD9A/4l3gbSUvqZo/s72-c/IMG_0001.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>8</thr:total><content type="html">Where was I a year ago?

I like asking that question from time to time. It connects me to the past and it measures the change thats taken place in my life.

2011 held so many changes for me. I cannot even believe how much was packed into that year. But this post isn't about that, really. It's mostly a post to make up for the lack of photos prepared for Wordful Wednesday.

That's the true story, 
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Matt and I find ourselves looking at him in awe of his cuteness. It crept up on us. I mean, he has always been adorable, don't get me wrong. But as his speech develops we can see this incredible little personality emerge.

Here are my top ten favorite things about 
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There will always be time to post other stuff. And maybe I just won't ever get around to it. Maybe those three weeks will always
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It's my husband's birthday today :) Isn't that a cool birthday to have? Everyone always says so.


Actually, it's sometimes a little lousy since everyone is broke by New Years, so I have to confess that I haven't bought him a birthday present in years.

Fortunately, for me, he's about as chill as they come so he is never
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Does ettiquete allow for "New Years" cards to trickle in 
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Anyways, I love our Christmas pictures for this year. We 
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A new baby always requires a multitude of blankets. Babies need to be kept warm. They need to feel snug and secure.
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Little wonder that they never "cooperate" for the photo. But we kinda like that too, don't we?

I did.

We went to a Christmas party for our apartment community and they had a Santa there. He was an awesome Santa--I could totally believe he's the real one.

But that 
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 Leaves were everywhere--covering the playground, the sidewalk, and our doorsteps. So I figured it was time I teach Coco what it is to build a leaf pile.






Some of our methods were unconventional.



We don't own a rake--but we 
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Coco and I went outside and scavenged around for a branch. We found a nice, scraggly one and plucked all of the leaves off.

We had a fun little family decorating party. Christmas music, cookies, the works.




I let the kids play 
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Ready for some philosophizing? Shh. Don't tell my husband I used that term--his heart rate might escalate.

Well, I've noticed--and you probably have too--that life is quite cyclical.
Boom. You're welcome.
But really, we're born, we live, we die. And all of the in between is pretty predictable. Solomon said there was nothing new under the sun and he was right. Solomon might not have had an iPad,
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I've been in a bit of funk. Have you noticed? I've limited my appearances to Wordful Wednesdays--which is fine, because I fill them with adorable pictures--but the missing part is my writing.

Sigh.

I think we all arrive here at one time or another. Writers block.

I miss writing. I miss thinking in my writer's voice. Now the only voice I hear is the non-creative one. The one that tells me to 
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I used to journal all the time. Now, handwriting is a difficult task. But there is something special about recording an event by hand--at least I think so. I like to look over my old pages, see my ever-evolving handwriting, and listen to
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When she woke up I said, "Coco! It's your birthday today!"

She replied, "Well, where is it?"

I was a little taken aback. "It's right here--right now!"

She then calmly said, "Ok, well, first I need to take off my nighttime panties."



I honestly don't know 
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It was precious.



Two girls. Two chairs. Two cupcakes. One tea-pot...full of milk.


It was a celebration of sorts. Coco missed her dear friend's 3rd birthday party.


So we put together a party of our own.



"Girl Time," Coco calls it. It's a tradition she and I started where we drink coffee from tiny espresso cups that Matt bought us in Rome.

 

I think we 
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2.) When you brush my teeth I can't talk.

3.) Neverrrrrrrrrrr!!!

4.) But I NEED to go to Starbucks!



5.) Mama, are you making a nice face or a naughty face?

6.) Dada! Just be quiet for a minute, Ok? I'm talking right now.



7.) We have to go to Trader Joe's to find the dragon.

8.) I didn't hit Chaucer. I just pushed him.


**This 
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I've decided we live in the ultimate town for Halloween. Downtown Davis has a "Trick or Treat Trail" where all the local businesses pass out candy for a million little kids.





I 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/yDkKKeT6J2UvfwFF7okKlZg-Ly4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/yDkKKeT6J2UvfwFF7okKlZg-Ly4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BecauseMyLifeIsFascinating/~4/RVoOcez2sCQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://hilljean.blogspot.com/2011/11/wordful-wednesday-halloween-recap.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUEAQn47cSp7ImA9WhdaFkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931831097861197722.post-8241750975684344774</id><published>2011-10-26T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T01:27:23.009-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-26T01:27:23.009-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Wordful Wednesday" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="How you know if your child is sick" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Crazy life" /><title>Wordful Wednesday: A Lot of Crap. Literally.</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hilljean.blogspot.com/feeds/8241750975684344774/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://hilljean.blogspot.com/2011/10/wordful-wednesday-lot-of-crap-literally.html#comment-form" title="11 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931831097861197722/posts/default/8241750975684344774?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931831097861197722/posts/default/8241750975684344774?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BecauseMyLifeIsFascinating/~3/CIUJ7mtteSE/wordful-wednesday-lot-of-crap-literally.html" title="Wordful Wednesday: A Lot of Crap. Literally." /><author><name>hilljean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00648911673711273414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="22" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hEfy93vZdDs/TUwRc4iRw1I/AAAAAAAAC5Q/7aMb3WkPcys/s220/15469_514757770531_139001021_30581407_6268241_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J21RWWAp3Pc/TqfDTKO0_SI/AAAAAAAADjo/HY_BAGcSD_Q/s72-c/26002_370047686587_559521587_3687108_8187251_n.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>11</thr:total><content type="html">Um, I'm sorry I don't have cute pumpkin patch photos to share with you. I had planned pumpkin patch photos. It was just a little wish. A little want, on my part. Not too much to ask, right?

I have no pumpkin patch photos. I did not get my wish or my want this last week.

You know what I did get? Crap.

Literally...crap. Human waste. And lots of it. I am going to give you the play by play of my 
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I'm 26 years old and I have never:

1.) Been to Middle Earth.

2.) Used contacts.

3.) Worn stilettos.


4.) Eaten cow tongue.

5.) Kissed a stranger.

6.) Been a witch for Halloween.


7.) Seen Boston in the Fall.

8.) 
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There would be moments of seriousness, of course.


Sometimes it would be difficult to understand.


But then there would be the adventure.


THE adventure of just running.


Of climbing a tree.


Or finding a portal to another world...a wardrobe? I wish.


I would make things.


I would appreciate my sand 
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Can I get an amen?

So. This recipe started with good intentions. I needed a quick pot-luck dish. It needed to be "harvesty." Most of my neighbors brought wholesome harvest food. Like butternut squash and asparagus.

Alas. I knew I 
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So, here's a little thing I never knew: watching marathons/half-marathons is good for the soul. Did you know that? I sure didn't. I figured it would be boring.  But it WASN'T! That contraction just looks weird in all caps.


 Last weekend we drove 
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What a pain. As if my life needs pressure from a social media clipboard for crying out loud!

But, this is the age we live in and I embrace it's follies. Some of them.

I thought 
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A few weeks ago, Matt and I got to get away on a 
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I've noticed that I've fallen into the trap that most parents fall into when they have more than one child...I label, the children, that is. Really nothing else in my house is labeled. Come to think of it, labeling things other than my children could result in an improved quality of life.

Huh. 

I feel that it's impossible not to do. Whenever you find yourself and your child surrounded by other
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