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At Syd's class this morning we get to share joys and concerns. &amp;nbsp;I shared my big joy....Syd napped twice this week. &amp;nbsp;That's two more times than she has napped in weeks. &amp;nbsp;I am ecstatic. &amp;nbsp;She needs it. &amp;nbsp;I think the earlier nap time helps. &amp;nbsp;So we will keep striving to get her down by noon. &amp;nbsp;Many have suggested and I have pondered...but with preschool pick up it is hard to juggle. &amp;nbsp;I will prioritize it though. &lt;br /&gt;
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Took three days off this week from the gym but got back at it this morning and it really does make all the difference to my day. &lt;br /&gt;
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This week we had major garage sales happening. &amp;nbsp;I scored deals on the things I NEEDED (Soccer shoes for Charley and golf clubs for Henry). &amp;nbsp;And I also gifted my kiddos some fun new toys that have kept them busy ALL. WEEK. LONG. &amp;nbsp;Syd now knows what a garage sale is. &amp;nbsp;I have raised little garage sale pros. &amp;nbsp;They know that we don't buy at every one. &amp;nbsp;They hop in and out of the car quickly. &amp;nbsp;But on Thursday I ran to a few by myself when the sitter was here and that was heavenly. &amp;nbsp;I love striking deals on things that we only use for a bit or it doesn't matter if it is brand new. &amp;nbsp;This time of year when you have a few moments to waste before picking up or dropping off kiddos...Wednesday - Friday around here always offers up quick time wasting stops. &lt;br /&gt;
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If Syd requests "do-do" song she wants her class song titled Baby Shark. &amp;nbsp;If she asks for "double x" that means she wants the Alphabet song. &amp;nbsp;She used to call it ABC song but now it is "double x" &amp;nbsp;...meaning "w u x"&lt;br /&gt;
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Everyone at ECFE with a 2-3 year old is struggling with kids that don't eat. &amp;nbsp;They all like their milk and have a hard time getting them to eat meals. &amp;nbsp;We are all trying hard to have a strategy&amp;nbsp;on when to give the milk and encouraging each other to stick to one snack mid morning and mid day. &amp;nbsp;But it is hard. &amp;nbsp;And it is such an emotional battle for these littles and us mamas. &lt;br /&gt;
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A handful of chocolate chips makes putting sheets on the guest bed WAY more fun.&lt;br /&gt;
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The flowers on our deck are looking great. &amp;nbsp;Syd and Henry are watering champs and today the rain will be magical. &amp;nbsp;Our lawn is ready for a cut too. &amp;nbsp;Hopefully this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;
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Being firm and holding your ground as a parent is exhausting and hard work. &amp;nbsp;I have waited all week for the boys to put away their laundry. &amp;nbsp;I offered to help multiple times. &amp;nbsp;I finally said NO screen time until it is put away. &amp;nbsp;They put it off yet another day. &amp;nbsp;Finally I made them do it last night. &amp;nbsp;It took less than 15 minutes...but Charley threw a fit through the whole thing...so they still didn't get to play their video games after...because I told them if they whined the video game would wait til another day. &amp;nbsp;With Ed's encouragement I held my ground. &amp;nbsp;When I am home alone with three kids it is so hard to hold my ground on ALL the little things that are so important to hold my ground on...snacks, playing with neighbor friends, cleaning up, homework, practicing, helping around the house, treating each other respectfully, eating their fruits and vegetables. &lt;br /&gt;
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I got new guest bathroom towels this week. &amp;nbsp;They do not match the paint in our guest bathroom because I hope to paint in there at some point. &amp;nbsp;Sooner than later. &amp;nbsp;Do I need to post a sign so people know this? &amp;nbsp;So Aunt Pat, the towels you gifted us for our wedding...are going to be back up towels now. &amp;nbsp;They made it 10 years! &amp;nbsp;Is it silly that I am so excited for these new soft towels. &amp;nbsp;I might have to be a guest for a day sometime soon :)&lt;br /&gt;
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Yesterday I worked in our front flower bed. &amp;nbsp;We don't want to spend money on flowers there this year because we might do some cement work up there. &amp;nbsp;So I split up a plant that does well there and gets too big for that space and spread it out....I think it will work for the summer.&lt;br /&gt;
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If you tell Syd that her new haircut is pretty she responds with "Mama haircut too." &amp;nbsp;I got my haircut short....possibly too short. &amp;nbsp;So easy. &amp;nbsp;Love that. &amp;nbsp;But it is pretty short. &amp;nbsp;Probably the shortest it has been in a long time. &amp;nbsp;I took this old picture from like 14 years ago in as my idea....&lt;br /&gt;
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Time to get things done, summer is right around the corner.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I have an Aunt Jane, one of my dad's sisters, that lives in Okinawa, Japan. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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She teaches on a base there and has lived and taught there for more years than she has lived in the states. &amp;nbsp;She and I have always connected over our teaching passion and last summer she even came and helped watch Syd and Charley when Henry had surgery. &amp;nbsp;So special that they can know their Great Aunt that lives SO far away. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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This year Charley's class did the Flat Stanley project...where each child sent off a paper person and waited to hear about the adventures he/she had. &amp;nbsp;Charley sent his to his Great Aunt Jane. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Boy oh Boy did she go above and beyond. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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The package arrived and Sydney and Henry hopped excitedly into the double stroller so they could deliver it to Charley and his class. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Here is Flat Stanley....sportin' some Packer gear.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Charley got to show everyone where Japan was.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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And then proceeded to empty out the box of all sorts of treasure...&lt;/div&gt;
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a Japanese newspaper, children's book all about Tokyo and Japan, lots of different Japanese money that he got to share with ALL his classmates, chocolate cookie treats, post cards, and a very detailed book that his Aunt put together sharing so many neat facts about Japan. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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She also sent along three t-shirts for this little crew! &amp;nbsp;The boys absolutely LOVED theirs. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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It is so easy to get wrapped up in your everyday and miss out on the connections you can have with relatives that live far away. &amp;nbsp;Jane is so super at calling, emailing, and even showing up in the US. &amp;nbsp;I am so lucky that my children know who their Aunt Jane is. &amp;nbsp;This year she is going to hopefully attend our annual cousin Survivor weekend. &amp;nbsp;I have no doubt she will be a&amp;nbsp;fierce&amp;nbsp;competitor and might have us all trekking to Japan for Survivor 2014! &amp;nbsp;How cool would that be! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Thanks Aunt Jane for making all of our days...but especially Charley's. &amp;nbsp;He was so proud to have such cool stuff to share with all his classmates! &amp;nbsp;I am planning on really taking some time this summer to go through all the Japan stuff with these three. &amp;nbsp;So cool.&lt;/div&gt;
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But guess what?! &amp;nbsp;Syd is napping. &amp;nbsp;AGAIN. &amp;nbsp;Yep, she napped on Tuesday. &amp;nbsp;I figured it was a fluke and didn't even attempt yesterday because we were too busy outside planting flowers. &amp;nbsp;But today, she went down again. &amp;nbsp;Bliss. &amp;nbsp;This mama is one happy camper. &amp;nbsp;Silent squeal going on here. &amp;nbsp;Third one of the day. &amp;nbsp;The first one came at 9:31 when I pulled out of the driveway, ALONE. &amp;nbsp;I nabbed a college neighbor home for three weeks. &amp;nbsp;I asked her to come for two hours so I could go to some "meetings" aka...garage sales and Target all by myself. &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Ed sees it. &amp;nbsp;He can't figure out how to fix it. &amp;nbsp;And there isn't anything major or scary or sad going on here. &amp;nbsp; I am excited for guests, beautiful weather, planting flowers with my kids. &amp;nbsp;I have been getting my workouts in...well not this week. &amp;nbsp;All is so good. &amp;nbsp; But I still can't shake this feeling of anxious overwhelming funk. &lt;br /&gt;
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So today, there is a skip in my step because I nabbed a few moments to hear myself think or not think. I got the guest room almost set for our first round of house guests. &amp;nbsp;And there is a cool breeze blowing through our house. &amp;nbsp;I am hopping my mood can carry through to when Ed gets home...because the last few nights I have been sleeping before the boys. &lt;br /&gt;
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Does any other mamas out there relate to the importance of catching a few moments to yourself when you are supposed to be taking care of your children. &amp;nbsp;Not after they are in bed or when they are napping. &amp;nbsp;But moments when you really get to say you are getting a break. &amp;nbsp;Moments when you are kinda free to roam or shop or sit or do whatever. &amp;nbsp;Most of my moments happen when they are still sleeping in the morning or very near or after they are in bed....times that I consider my break time too. &amp;nbsp;So this morning's moments were extra special. &amp;nbsp;I may just have to take advantage of our neighbor gal again. &amp;nbsp;She is there for only 3 more weeks. &lt;br /&gt;
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I have been terrible with blogging lately...so I am playing catch up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Mornings come early again.&lt;/div&gt;
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Coffee...on the deck...while she colors in her "parkle shoes."&lt;/div&gt;
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Rainy days have passed and a duck couple became frequent visitors...amazing to us all as they perched on our deck, wandered our yard, and quacked like crazy when sitting atop the playset.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Spur of the moment (today) we ran to the local flower shop for a few flowers.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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We aren't doing our front flower bed yet...pondering having some work done around that area. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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So we did our pots. &amp;nbsp;I think this year we will keep them watered...given Syd loves to play out on the deck...something for her to do. &amp;nbsp;Right?&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;We have this large pile of wood that needs to be split, stacked, and used...but Ed hasn't the time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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So it sits. &amp;nbsp;So today I rolled and lifted some of them and came up with this little set up. &amp;nbsp;I am sure there is something that Ed won't like about it. &amp;nbsp;But I think it looks fun. &amp;nbsp;And our deck is so massive..it needs a little something on there. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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And we have been treasuring friend get togethers. &amp;nbsp;It just seems like they happen more frequently when the weather gets nicer. &amp;nbsp;Last Friday we went and spent time with friends that got some new baby ducks and chicks. &amp;nbsp;SO SO special. &amp;nbsp;And so so fun to come home with a dozen or so fresh eggs! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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We got to see them swim for the first time. &amp;nbsp;Amazing how they just do it. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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And I have enjoyed a glass or two outside with friends or with my kiddos. &amp;nbsp;Slowing down. &amp;nbsp;Forgetting to worry about dinner...and rather wander and explore with them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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The days are long...but the school year is quickly coming to a close.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Lately, I have felt a little like that pour cilantro plant...at least I think that is cilantro. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Given she has stopped napping and really, hasn't wanted to hang out quiet in her crib either.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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She needs to be watched all the time because she is at that testing stage..and the stage where she has figured out how to open doors and reach things.&lt;/div&gt;
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She was up at 2am but went back to bed. &amp;nbsp;And up for the day at 4:45 which she hasn't done in a long time. &amp;nbsp;Maybe it is teeth. &amp;nbsp;Maybe it is her new haircut. &amp;nbsp;ha! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Most days...this is Syd. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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She pulls out her hair clips and rubber bands.&lt;/div&gt;
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I have to bribe her with&amp;nbsp;marshmallows&amp;nbsp;to stand still so I can put it in pig tails as FAST as I can...which means they are way crooked.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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It isn't a battle that I want to fight each morning.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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And with playing outside and the wind....&lt;/div&gt;
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I decided it was time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Daddy didn't want it cut. &amp;nbsp;I promised to not pixie cut it. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I think he will realize when he sees her beautiful little face that it was a good choice. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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All morning Syd told everyone that acknowledged her "Haircut. Me!" &amp;nbsp;followed by a crazy person laugh...that went on for like 5 minutes. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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The back has a gentle and slight stack to it. &amp;nbsp;So nothing drastic but gives it a really cute shape. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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She looks like a definite big girl. &amp;nbsp;She is going to make me catch my breath a lot these next few days. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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So we've been packing in as much outside play and fun as possible.&lt;br /&gt;
We typically spend an hour outside before the kids head off to school.&lt;br /&gt;
Park visits.&lt;br /&gt;
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Walks about the neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;
Soccer starts tonight.&lt;br /&gt;
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Although, I have the snow pants still hanging close by. &amp;nbsp;:\&lt;br /&gt;
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This past weekend, even though the sun didn't shine too much, we hit a local historical park that was hosting a Civil War weekend event. &amp;nbsp;We were pretty much the only ones there for the first hour. &amp;nbsp;And then some friends met us for a bit. &lt;br /&gt;
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I think Grandma Charlie would get a kick out of an event at this park. &amp;nbsp;It took Henry a while to get used to the experience. &amp;nbsp;The people take on the time period and speak to you like you are there visiting them at this time. &amp;nbsp;It can be a little confusing to the kids. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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The coffee smelled great...and was brewing at each little house or camp we visited. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;A lot of time on the weekends, we get wrapped up in getting stuff done or we're just happy being home as a family. &amp;nbsp;But it sure is nice to sometimes get out and enjoy the kids outside of the space where to do lists loom. &amp;nbsp;If you live in the area...we have been to two events at this park and both have been worth it. &amp;nbsp;Email me if you want more info. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Those shoes were from the junior section, which I didn't realize. &amp;nbsp;HA! &amp;nbsp;And I feel like they might look like slippers. &amp;nbsp;But growing up I LOVED me some&amp;nbsp;Minnetonka&amp;nbsp;moccasins from the north woods. &amp;nbsp;I always saved my money and stocked up when at the cottage. I figured go bright and I don't have to worry about matchy matchy. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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We woke up to NO snow. &amp;nbsp;Happy dance done, in my junior slipper shoes.&lt;/div&gt;
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My boys no longer have that yummy little boy baby smell. &amp;nbsp;This is hard.&lt;/div&gt;
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Speaking of smells...I told Sydney she smelled like a hamster one day. &amp;nbsp;The pee smell. &amp;nbsp;And she giggled and said "coconut" &amp;nbsp;because that is our neighbor's hamster that we babysat. &amp;nbsp;But when she says coconut...it comes out like "corn nut". &amp;nbsp;Now whenever she has smelly diaper she shouts "corn nut!" &amp;nbsp; I didn't meant to make it stick. &amp;nbsp;I was just trying to be silly one day. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I have no motivation for cooking meals at dinner lately. &amp;nbsp;I go to Target almost every day to get some random grocery item we NEED. &amp;nbsp;Our fridge and cupboards are full but not with the ingredients for meals. &amp;nbsp;This is sad to me. &amp;nbsp;I don't know how to fix it. &amp;nbsp;I can't find time to sit and look for recipes. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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We do have time for and love google images in our house. &amp;nbsp;You can go on there and type in anything with the words coloring page following it and bam! &amp;nbsp;You have hours of fun for your kids. &amp;nbsp;The last few days we have been printing snakes, lions, and dragons. &amp;nbsp;Glue them to Popsicle sticks and add another hour to their fun.&lt;/div&gt;
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Sydney prefers circle cheese these days. &amp;nbsp;That's the Colby jack that comes in a large circle from the deli for sandwiches. &amp;nbsp;She demands circle cheese all day. &amp;nbsp;She also poops 3-4 times a day at the minimum...so have at it girl.&lt;/div&gt;
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Speaking of poop....the boys never flush. &amp;nbsp;It drives me nuts. &amp;nbsp;I cared when they pooped for maybe the first three months of their life...and for Charley...maybe the first year because of daycare and her notes to me each day. &amp;nbsp;But seriously, I don't need proof anymore. &amp;nbsp;How do you fix this? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Whenever our neighbors celebrate a birthday, we tend to get a big plate of yummy cake left overs. &amp;nbsp;Delivered to our door, in the rain...on a random Wednesday. &amp;nbsp;Awesome. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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When you walk around a school or the world lately, and you see kids...do you notice they are all dressed for floods. &amp;nbsp;All the kids' jeans and pants are too short. As parents it is hard to justify going to buy new pants when shorts should be filling our drawers at any moment. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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All my kids field trips land on Fridays. &amp;nbsp;The one day Syd has her class...that she asks about every day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I almost cried at Target the other day when they were out of my creamer. &amp;nbsp;I HATE having to make another trip or stop when I already had to drag two or three kids to one stop they weren't excited about. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I LOVED &lt;a href="http://momastery.com/blog/2013/05/02/just-a-little-thursday-nugget/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; post today. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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When we walked Charley to school he got so far ahead with his neighborhood friends that we didn't even get to say goodbye. &amp;nbsp;I feel incomplete. &amp;nbsp;Need to start saying good bye at our house.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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There is a Civil War thing going on this weekend at a local historical park. &amp;nbsp;I am hoping the temps get nicer so we can go wander there. &amp;nbsp;I think the boys would have a blast seeing the reenactments, muskets going off, and all the other fun stuff. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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My friend Haley stopped in with the cake last night. &amp;nbsp;She spotted the antlers and loved them. &amp;nbsp;She said they are totally the in thing right now. &amp;nbsp;She knows her decorating stuff. &amp;nbsp;So I am feeling more confident about our front room. &amp;nbsp;Pictures might appear soon. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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The other day we were hanging out in the front yard of a friend's house in polka dot capris.&lt;/div&gt;
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Pulling wagons and enjoying the spring breeze!&lt;/div&gt;
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Henry demanded radishes for snack. &amp;nbsp;We had a grocery shop planned and he trekked right over to the radish section (yes, there is a radish section, ha!) and bought some. &amp;nbsp;He sat out at the picnic table YESTERDAY and snipped off the ends and then washed them. &amp;nbsp;He wanted to nibble radishes while watching his favorite cartoon, Peter Rabbit. &amp;nbsp;How cute is that. &amp;nbsp;Love this kid.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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But today it has rained all. day. long.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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And I LOVE a rainy day. &amp;nbsp;Especially after a nice streak of weather that keeps us outside.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I love being cozy, baking something, and getting things done that otherwise loom in my brain stressing me out because I am not inside doing them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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But later it is supposed to snow. &amp;nbsp;Like winter weather advisory snow. &amp;nbsp;7-9 inches or something crazy. &amp;nbsp;Let's pray it doesn't happen. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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So inside we are. &amp;nbsp;I have had a hard time motivating Henry to sit and work on any school type stuff with me. &amp;nbsp;Charley used to love to sit with me. &amp;nbsp;Henry is super happy puttering with Lego blocks&amp;nbsp;or doing his own thing. &amp;nbsp;He is a different kid. &amp;nbsp;But he is so ready to go with this learning stuff. &amp;nbsp;So I am trying to get him motivated just a tad, without pushing it. &amp;nbsp;Because, I know that isn't good either. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Remember doing this as a kid...growing a potato vine. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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While I had him sitting there I grabbed my pile of fun and tempted with him...&lt;/div&gt;
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for every 10 minutes of work he could earn a sticker and when he earned 20 he could choose a new app for the phone/ipad or a trip to Cherry Berry...a local serve yourself yogurt shop. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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That's all it took. &amp;nbsp;Away he went. &amp;nbsp;30 minutes going strong. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I won't stop putting her up there. &amp;nbsp;Because it makes me want to cry thinking that naps are no longer for this girl. &amp;nbsp;I said to Ed that someday when I get weepy that she is heading off to preschool or kindergarten or college...tell me to suck it up...I got plenty of time with this chica. &amp;nbsp;She is my tag along 13 hours a day. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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And we'll enjoy some homemade chocolate chip ice cream and wish we were licking the cone quick before it dripped. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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We'll relish the lamps being lit, candles flickering on the kitchen counter, and the chaos that resumes at this point every day. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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CHECK OUT WHAT THIS AMAZING DAD RIGGED UP!&lt;/div&gt;
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He was able to take the three boys out for a ride while the mamas hung back with the three little girls.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Ed and I are looking for bikes...so we can venture off our street with the kids. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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This does prove that Kim and Cory could TOTALLY handle more than two kids! &amp;nbsp;Hahaha! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19.18402862548828px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;So they can run.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 14.4pt;"&gt;"It is my personal approach that creates the climate.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 14.4pt;"&gt;It is my daily mood that makes the weather...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 14.4pt;"&gt;I possess tremendous power to make a child's life miserable or joyous.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 14.4pt;"&gt;I can humiliate or humor, hurt or heal.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 14.4pt;"&gt;In all situations, it is my response that decides whether the crisis will be escalated or&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 14.4pt;"&gt;de-escalated and a child humanized or de-humanized."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Haim Ginott&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.memoriesoncloverlane.com/2013/04/intention-in-morning.html"&gt;(I read this quote here this morning. &amp;nbsp;Thanks Sarah)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Tomorrow the temps will drop 30-40 degrees, supposedly.&lt;/div&gt;
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Winter jackets- once again.&lt;/div&gt;
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Bah-humbug.&lt;/div&gt;
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But no matter what Mother Nature gifts us...it is important to remember the impact my mood has on the weather in our home. &amp;nbsp;It's scary sometimes, the power a mama has. &amp;nbsp;And sometimes I wish my mood didn't impact so much.&lt;/div&gt;
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But luckily, my personality looks for the fresh starts, do overs, and moments to embrace. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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What moments will your mood embrace today?&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;I just can't get enough&lt;/b&gt; of the song I just posted up above. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I love it. &amp;nbsp;ALL of it. &amp;nbsp;The guitar, the lyrics, everything.&lt;/div&gt;
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Summer's coming. &amp;nbsp;We could feel it this weekend.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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We had sticky, sweaty kids.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;A morning run began with the moon and ended with the rise of the amazing sun.&lt;br /&gt;
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It is going to be a summer of lots of wandering about for this mama.&lt;br /&gt;
Watching my speedy little explorer &lt;b&gt;who just can't get enough of the world outside&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
There will be little done on the 'to do list' most days.&lt;br /&gt;
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And we have to all realize that we can spend time inside, even when this weather is so splendid. &lt;br /&gt;
We can. &amp;nbsp;And it IS okay, and we don't have to feel guilty about it.&lt;br /&gt;
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The pushes that make them so excited that they want to tell their daddy.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today, spur of the moment, I packed up a lunch and we piled in the car.&lt;br /&gt;
Drove to a near by lake.&lt;br /&gt;
And I ran/walked pushing more than 60 pounds of kid...plus double jogger stroller.&lt;br /&gt;
We made it around the 3.46 mile loop. &amp;nbsp;It was a great workout and a great peaceful little outing.&lt;br /&gt;
The lunch kept them busy...along with the birds, and the chatter. &lt;br /&gt;
I can't do this long of a stroll every day. &amp;nbsp;But once in a while they'll put up with it.&lt;br /&gt;
Yes, Henry still rides...maybe odd, but thankful. &amp;nbsp;He hasn't mastered the two wheel bike without training wheels yet...so this works. &lt;br /&gt;
It sure makes running without pushing so much seem like a breeze! &lt;br /&gt;
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Watching your five year old burn rubber in his "fast" shoes.... I&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;just can't get enough&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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Here are some favorite links lately...and I added a clip from each post or article so you could get a feel for what it's about. &amp;nbsp; If you ever have one to share, send it my way! &amp;nbsp;Or link in the comments!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2013/04/for-love-of-hand-me-downs-sponsored.html"&gt;For the Love of Hand-me-downs&lt;/a&gt; &amp;nbsp;by Girl Gone Child&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.796875px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Most of my wardrobe is a hand-me-down from someone. I wear my great grandmothers' jewelry and my Nana's boots and my Grandmother's coat. But mostly I wear clothes that once belonged to strangers. They're the things in my closet that bring me most joy and because of that, more compliments... because I feel happy and beautiful and interesting wrapped up in the whispers of other women's stories. And, yes, I realize that sounds very "peace sign necklace" but it's true.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;"15. Every day, from morning to night, there are people who love you more than they love themselves.&amp;nbsp; Even with your imperfections, your lack of patience, even without makeup, you are so loved. These people are your children and they are so lucky to have you."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Don’t let your baby sleep too long, except when they’ve been napping too much, then you should wake them. Never wake a sleeping baby. Any baby problem can be solved by putting them to bed earlier, even if they are waking up too early. If your baby wakes up too early, put them to bed later or cut out a nap. Don’t let them nap after 5 p.m. Sleep begets sleep, so try to get your child to sleep as much as possible. Put the baby to bed awake but drowsy. Don't wake the baby if it fell asleep while nursing.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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There was no sharing. &amp;nbsp;Seriously. &amp;nbsp;Nacho obsession is over. &amp;nbsp;I hope. &amp;nbsp;I am sure my friend Haley does too. &amp;nbsp;She is sick of getting my texts about random nacho meet ups with no follow through.&lt;/div&gt;
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This morning we had our monthly Mom's Club meeting. &amp;nbsp;An organization that I can give credit to for bringing many amazing mamas into my life. &amp;nbsp;Seriously. &amp;nbsp;If you've got one in your neighborhood. &amp;nbsp;Sign up. &amp;nbsp; I was on the board this year, so once a month we try and lure all the ladies, and their kiddos to a little meeting. &amp;nbsp;No one comes. &amp;nbsp;And that's okay...I guess. &amp;nbsp;Kinda sad. &amp;nbsp;So today I suggested to a few gals we go grab nachos afterwards. &amp;nbsp;Everyone was on board. &amp;nbsp;When I blogged it this morning...a local friend texted and asked if she could join in. &amp;nbsp;LOVE THAT! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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So in we walked...at 11:02 --5 kids under 5 and 4 moms. &amp;nbsp;We all ordered water and some yummy food. &amp;nbsp;We chatted. &amp;nbsp;The kids all hung out and munched chips. &amp;nbsp;And I got my nacho craving fulfilled. &amp;nbsp;I swear when he came to take my order Sydney said "Nachos." &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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So today, was 'NACHO' ordinary day. &amp;nbsp;My plate that I call life was piled with good friends and moments captured because I left the laundry sit on the couch. &amp;nbsp;The dishes sit on the counter. &amp;nbsp;And the bathroom smelling like pee for one more day. &amp;nbsp;And Amy can back me up, since she popped in to see the new front room stuff and ended up chatting while standing facing the mound of laundry and the smelly bathroom. &amp;nbsp;GEEZ! &amp;nbsp;But you know what! &amp;nbsp;That's what matters - the good conversation. &amp;nbsp;Being real. &amp;nbsp;And not letting any of that slow us down. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Enjoy your spring like evening MN friends. &amp;nbsp;And everyone else! &amp;nbsp;I think we can say confidently, "It. HAS. Arrived."&lt;/div&gt;
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Ed will finally be home at dinner hour tonight.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Do I escape when he walks in and go wander the mall or sit at a coffee shop and read?&lt;/div&gt;
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Or do I hang tight and enjoy a family dinner and embrace the help at bedtime, which will most likely be chaotic because they won't know how to handle the excitement of daddy's presence?&lt;/div&gt;
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Both things would do wonders to revitalize me for the end of the week and weekend.&lt;/div&gt;
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It has been a lot of solo parenting time, and when I stay home all day, it really is 24 hour on duty. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Luckily, I can ponder this with good pals and little ones over NACHOS in a bit! &amp;nbsp;YES! &amp;nbsp;You heard right, I roped some good friends into digging in to a pile of goodness in about an hour and a half. &amp;nbsp;Well, they open at 11. &amp;nbsp;And we will be waiting at the door. The invite was to share some nachos. &amp;nbsp;But I am wondering if they would think it rude if I ordered myself a platter, hoping to overdue it so the craving no longer exists. &amp;nbsp;HA! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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This morning we walked around the block after dropping Charley off at school. &amp;nbsp;Then we got sticks and broke ice along the sides of the street and sat on the driveway, soaking in the soon to be spring sunshine. &amp;nbsp;We are looking at a 30-40 degree temp change in the next three days. &amp;nbsp;I'll believe it when I feel it. &lt;br /&gt;
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I have been craving&amp;nbsp;nachos&amp;nbsp;for two weeks. &amp;nbsp;They creep into my mind when I have a moment to relax. Sometimes I can't get them out of my head. &amp;nbsp;I even tried to make fancy cheese sauce and added all sorts of fun nacho toppings for Ed and I the other night. &amp;nbsp;That darn nagging nacho feeling still sits there. &amp;nbsp;I ran to Target this weekend with Sydney and almost stopped at a new Mexican restaurant en route. &amp;nbsp;But didn't. &amp;nbsp;Seriously driving me insane. &lt;br /&gt;
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Syd woke at 4:30 this morning. I got her a smoothie, tucked her in, sang Twinkle, Twinkle, and she replied "Sank you!" &amp;nbsp;And went back to bed for an hour and 50 minutes. &amp;nbsp;Bliss.&lt;br /&gt;
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The last two days I relished small outings that had me focusing on the kiddos and not the laundry. &amp;nbsp; Today our hallway has five laundry baskets lined up. &amp;nbsp;One load in both the washer and dryer. &amp;nbsp;And three loads on the couch ready to be folded. &amp;nbsp;Beds could use fresh set too. &amp;nbsp;We'll see how much I get done. &lt;br /&gt;
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Sometimes I am reminded that someone real in my life reads the blog. &amp;nbsp;I forget that this person might read it and when I remember because they mention it to me or Ed...I get anxious. &amp;nbsp;I feel like I need to go back and read everything with them in mind. &amp;nbsp;Ed reminded me I shouldn't do that though. I write here for our family. &lt;br /&gt;
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You know how you aren't always aware of the last time your children do something. &amp;nbsp;And when you are, it can be heart wrenching. &amp;nbsp;Probably why we focus more on their firsts. &amp;nbsp;This loooong winter has me sad about the last snow fall. &amp;nbsp;Last big snowfall for Syd as a two year old. &amp;nbsp;HA! &amp;nbsp;I need to be slapped. &amp;nbsp;The sun is out. &amp;nbsp;Later it might rain. &amp;nbsp;I love both. &amp;nbsp;It's time.&lt;br /&gt;
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Blogs, ecfe classes, moms club, friends, and books aren't the only places I find inspiration for motherhood.&lt;/div&gt;
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Facebook has connected me with mamas from my past and present.&lt;/div&gt;
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But, last week when all the sad was going on around our world I looked for the smiles and the good that would update on that ever changing screen. &amp;nbsp;And one of my "friends" shared something that her little boy did in celebration of Earth Day. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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One funny thing about Facebook is...you sometimes connect with someone because of a brief connection in life. &amp;nbsp;In this instance I had heard of this amazing person from Ed's childhood, but hadn't met her. &amp;nbsp;Until there was a wedding (Katie and Casey's), some wine, dancing, and laughs. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Then we ended up being pregnant with our littlest at the same time. &amp;nbsp;Due within days of each other. &amp;nbsp;And periodically we talk on Facebook a little deeper than liking each other's pictures or status updates. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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She is someone who I know I could learn so much from if we could hunker down on a couch with some coffee, meet a park for a play date, or wander a path while letting our kids burn their never-ending energy. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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So when she shared this on Facebook my heart smiled and I knew it would be added to our bucket list this summer. &amp;nbsp;We won't get to do it this Earth day, like she did. &amp;nbsp;So we will&amp;nbsp;tweak&amp;nbsp;it and remind others that every day is earth day. &amp;nbsp;But this is definitely on my list for our summer. &amp;nbsp; When the days are long.&lt;/div&gt;
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And give away our little recycled vases of flowers. &amp;nbsp;Reminding people that beauty can come from the simple things around us. &amp;nbsp;Woody's goal had been to just give away these flowers but, many insisted on donating money to him. &amp;nbsp;Supposedly, he was able to donate close to $50.00 to a local animal shelter (I think!). &amp;nbsp;Isn't that amazing! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I just loved this whole thing and I asked her if I could share it here because, I think that many of you have lemonade stands and little ones, well, not so little, that would really get into this type of thing. &amp;nbsp;I thought maybe some of you would like to add it to your summer bucket list, too.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Our day was wide open. &amp;nbsp;The sun was shining. &amp;nbsp;So, I decided we would pretend it was more springy and embrace a world with too much snow coating the branches that should be full of buds and leaves. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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We hit up a favorite walking spot. &amp;nbsp;And ran, slid, and sauntered along the path.&lt;/div&gt;
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Henry chose a classic chocolate chip cookie and nibbled that thing slow and steady. &amp;nbsp;Leaving only a crumb.&lt;/div&gt;
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It was a morning of saying yes to slowing down, focusing on the right stuff, and enjoying a few "just us" moments.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Here I sit.&lt;/div&gt;
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Monday afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;
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Syd isn't napping. &amp;nbsp;But she is up there doing her thing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Today, it might be throwing out all her bedding, or undressing and redressing, or playing with her "red &amp;nbsp;bear", or looking at her books. &amp;nbsp;Maybe she will doze off. &amp;nbsp;But I don't even expect that anymore. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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It is pouring rain out. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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All the snow is almost gone. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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But don't get excited for us. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Another 4-8 inches is expected to land here in the next 12 hours. &amp;nbsp;Yipee. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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You know when you anticipate something so much that you start to worry and have anxiety about it. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Too much think time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Maybe this winter thing is safe.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Small chunks of outside time. &amp;nbsp;Not too many knee injury's when they are padded with pants and even snowpants. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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All the sadness going on last week around our world had me focusing hard on our normal, our simple routine, and now mundane winter rhythm. &amp;nbsp;Trying to change it up we took a morning and visited a local bakery for a tour. &amp;nbsp;I tried to give Syd just a quarter of a donut...but, there sat a half and since Henry wouldn't take it...the baker heard her demanding "BIG ONE!" &amp;nbsp;So he smiled at her and said, "It's all yours." &amp;nbsp;Splendid. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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....because after the tour we got to decorate a cookie too.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Taking the morning to relish these two kiddos, on an adventure that included too much sugar...was just what we needed. &amp;nbsp;I am realizing, this mama needs to say yes more often to these moments. &amp;nbsp;It has been 5 years being home and I feel like I have started focusing too much on the "must do" stuff. &amp;nbsp;Worrying about things that don't matter as much as saying yes to little happy moments that bring smiles and sugar highs. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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And I was so strong and didn't bring home any goodies...but later when the last snow storm hit, I so wished Ed and I could have nibbled up a treat while enjoying a glass of wine. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Also last week our scout Charley left the house a Wolf, marched across a bridge, and became a Bear.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I'm not sure about the scout stuff. &amp;nbsp;I don't think we are embracing it as much as we could or should. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I think there are unbelievable lessons and opportunities that it could bring our boy. &amp;nbsp;But when we don't make time for it, it becomes just something we have to squeeze in and get done. &amp;nbsp;Sadly. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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It is a community with parents all wanting to expose their boys to service opportunities, fun, and growth. &amp;nbsp;He gets a lot of joy from all that he has done ...all things we need to consider as we look ahead at adding more commitments to our evenings. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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And no, I didn't realize he had this well worn pair of pants on leaving the house for the ceremony.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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As he crossed and I snapped pictures I noticed how that knee flashed so obnoxiously. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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This weekend we didn't have much on our calendar. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Ed and I love going to restaurants like this and we have taken the kids a handful of times and they are always entertained, which makes it worth the extra bucks, because we can enjoy the meal a little more rather than scarfing the food down hoping no one loses it. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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She goes to bed at night so perfectly. &amp;nbsp;It is rainy and dark...I just don't understand why a nap doesn't just happen. &amp;nbsp;Oh, well. &amp;nbsp;Earlier to bed then. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I had a long rambling post started. &amp;nbsp;But then I just wanted to stop. &amp;nbsp;And be grateful.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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1. &amp;nbsp;Grateful that at least the 6-8 inches of heavy ass snow looks beautiful. &amp;nbsp;And the occasional warmer temps means that there isn't a layer of old snow on the roads...means Ed's commute was almost normal this morning! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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2. &amp;nbsp;Sucking it up and not resorting to the easy parenting choices of letting them turn on the TV or pick up a ipod thingy. &amp;nbsp;Charley had to get things done to earn that time this week. &amp;nbsp;A longggg winter and a lack of spring has left us staring at small screens a little too much.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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3. &amp;nbsp;A morning of ECFE class time with my girl Syd. &amp;nbsp;And today she gets her big brother Henry as a tag along. &amp;nbsp;A gift MN offers to moms and dads. &amp;nbsp;Not all states provide these classes. &amp;nbsp;And I swear my stay at home mommy success is partly because of these classes, the friends I have made, and Nina and Miss. Shari who are awesome teachers. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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4. &amp;nbsp;Our neighbor Dave for helping snow blow the heavy snow this morning...I made it to the gym this morning...even though at 5:10am they hadn't plowed much. &amp;nbsp;Boggles my mind. &amp;nbsp;I sure wasn't looking forward to the looming driveway snow shovelling extravaganza. &amp;nbsp;Now the job is cut in half. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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5. &amp;nbsp;Miss Syd is full of inspiration with her "I do it." &amp;nbsp;"I try it." &amp;nbsp;" I do it." attitudes. &amp;nbsp;She is in that phase. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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6. &amp;nbsp;My ability to tolerate the most annoying phase the boys are going through right now. &amp;nbsp;The copy stage. &amp;nbsp;You know the one where they take turns irritating the heck out of each other by copying them and then tattling. &amp;nbsp;Yipee. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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It's Friday. &amp;nbsp;Hoping for more blog time. &amp;nbsp;But if I don't make it back.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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When I watched this video I found that I caught my breath, teared up, sighed, nodded my head, and more. &amp;nbsp;I watched it a couple times and then had Ed watch. &amp;nbsp;The looks on the women's faces as they gazed at the pictures take your breath away. &amp;nbsp;Such a strong message for women of all ages. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Recently, there have been things going on around me and I have sat down to process them and I write and never post the writing that I have done. &amp;nbsp;And I have realized, just by sitting down and writing it, I have felt better. &amp;nbsp;A load off my shoulders, like my thoughts have been able to escape my mind. &amp;nbsp;I feel lighter.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;It was recently that I realized, if writing can do that for me, maybe I can consider myself a writer in a teensy tiny way. &amp;nbsp;I have a hard time saying that because my brother is a REAL writer. &amp;nbsp;He knows all the tricks and skills. &amp;nbsp;He uses the right grammer, techniques, and language. &amp;nbsp;He publishes things and teaches all he knows. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I, on the other hand, am a rambler. &amp;nbsp;He compliments me. &amp;nbsp;But I know there are a lot of mistakes in my writing.&lt;br /&gt;
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Recently, a friend shared an article regarding the&amp;nbsp;phenomena&amp;nbsp;of blogging and the friendships that can be built among bloggers and the place in our heart that a blogger can be. &amp;nbsp;A snippet from the article....&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.parents.com/blogs/goodyblog/2013/04/when-bad-things-happen-to-bloggers-you-love/?socsrc=pmmtw"&gt;Why do bloggers affect us so much?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.parents.com/blogs/goodyblog/2013/04/when-bad-things-happen-to-bloggers-you-love/?socsrc=pmmtw"&gt;They’re not our family. They’re not our friends.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.parents.com/blogs/goodyblog/2013/04/when-bad-things-happen-to-bloggers-you-love/?socsrc=pmmtw"&gt;Certainly, what we feel for someone we know and love is not the same as what we feel for a person we’ve never met.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.parents.com/blogs/goodyblog/2013/04/when-bad-things-happen-to-bloggers-you-love/?socsrc=pmmtw"&gt;But that’s the thing about blogs: They affect us because they generously invite us in. Bloggers share many parts of themselves, their families, dreams, hopes. We feel a connection that transcends the barrier of a screen monitor. And when a blogger you like is suffering in a way you could have never imagined, and you’re watching that pain unfold post by post, picture by picture, it hurts because it almost feels like it’s happening to a friend. Because in a way, after reading dozens or hundreds of their posts, you&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;know them, maybe even better than you know some of your “real-life” friends. When a child dies, it hardly matters if you’ve been acquainted with that mother’s circumstances for years or since last week. You hurt deeply for her.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.parents.com/blogs/goodyblog/2013/04/when-bad-things-happen-to-bloggers-you-love/?socsrc=pmmtw"&gt;As one woman on Facebook posted to Kate, reflecting a sentiment that was repeated over and over: “We don’t know each other, but my heart is with you and your whole family.”&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.parents.com/blogs/goodyblog/2013/04/when-bad-things-happen-to-bloggers-you-love/?socsrc=pmmtw"&gt;People often lament the breakdown of community in our society. And therein lies&amp;nbsp;the power and beauty of the blogging world: In a few days, Kate’s fan base and support network grew from hundreds to thousands. Her fellow bloggers rallied around her, as did an ever-growing army of caring strangers.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I surprise myself when I think of myself as a blogger. &amp;nbsp;I am a person that cares a lot about what people think about what I say and how I say it. &amp;nbsp;If someone doesn't email me back - I get an anxious and paranoid feeling like I said something wrong. &amp;nbsp;I have several friends that are my reassuring team. &amp;nbsp;So it is kind of interesting that I put myself out there with the blogging. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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But I have had a really good experience with the blogging world I have become a part of. &amp;nbsp;They are inspiring, uplifting, supportive, and a happy place. &amp;nbsp;On our wall of picture Christmas cards this year...there were a good handful that were from all over the country, people I have never met, but are definitely in my heart. &amp;nbsp;And even Ed can tell you a little about them, because after reading about something happening to them, I share it with him like I do with my "in real life friends'.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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On facebook I have friended blog connections, and often times realize that from reading their blogs I might know more about them than some of my "in real life friends." &amp;nbsp;There are women who have battled breast cancer, lost children, are going through family changes, and are expecting babies. &amp;nbsp;And I realize that I am just as heartbroken or just as excited for the ups and downs in their lives. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Where am I going with this.....&lt;/div&gt;
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I guess, &amp;nbsp;I just want to thank anyone who stops by here and reads and thinks about our family. &amp;nbsp;Puts up with my misspellings and bad grammer. &amp;nbsp;My rambles and days when I don't post. &amp;nbsp; When you stop by and comment or share a thought it makes my day. &amp;nbsp;I blog with the hope that someday my children will appreciate having a place to see who their mama was on a day to day basis. &amp;nbsp;I have failed at the baby book thing and this is where I hope they come to see the choices, thoughts, worries, growth, excitements, and everything else, that has come along the way on this journey of raising them and being a woman. &amp;nbsp;But, I also blog because I get so much from the blogs I read and the friendships that I have built from this little spot in cyber&amp;nbsp;space. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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So thank you for putting my family in your thoughts and heart. &amp;nbsp;It means the world. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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It is Thursday and we are off to tour a local bakery and eat cookies this morning. &amp;nbsp;Can't wait! &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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It's rainy and cold...so we will return home to cozy in. &amp;nbsp;And maybe we'll be cookie-ed out or maybe we'll be inspired to bake :)&lt;/div&gt;
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I can tell Syd is on the verge of being sick. &amp;nbsp;So we will tiptoe through the next few days in hopes of beating whatever it is that wants to settle in on her little body...because, after this next snow dump....we have high hopes that spring might actually show up - and we don't have time for sick stuff. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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And today is a three post day. &amp;nbsp;Because when I post I have no self control...so check out the Throwback Thursday post from earlier and I think there is another one coming this afternoon. &amp;nbsp;Aren't I on the ball :)&lt;br /&gt;
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