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It is that time of year. &amp;nbsp;June is here and it gets a little harder to get out of bed when the alarm goes off. The weather is warm and the days are longer. &amp;nbsp;The end of the school year is drawing to a close and the breath of summer is just around the corner. I am fortunate that I get summers off so that means lots of family time together and new adventures are just around the corner.&lt;/div&gt;
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Last weekend, we pretended it was summer and did some "go to" favourite activities that we all love. &amp;nbsp;We spend some time at &lt;a href="http://www.surrey.ca/culture-recreation/2083.aspx"&gt;Bear Creek Park&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;Monkey bars are a must for Sarah right now as they are her current obsession. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Last year, Jack was afraid of this ride. &amp;nbsp;He would get on and as soon as it started going fast, he would try to scramble off and as it was still moving pretty fast, he would fall off. &amp;nbsp;But this year, he was loving every minute of the time on the ride. &amp;nbsp;Jack even helped make the ride go faster. &amp;nbsp;It is those little things that make me realize he is growing up.&lt;br /&gt;
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Our other happy places to spend time is &lt;a href="http://www.pne.ca/playland/"&gt;Playland&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;This was our second visit this year. &amp;nbsp;I am so ready for the kids to expand their horizons and try some of the bigger rides that they now meet the height restriction. &amp;nbsp;But there were no takers for my beloved Log Ride on this trip to Playland.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sarah takes pride in her love the swings and will even ride on the outside swings now.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sarah posed for me on carousel and I took this picture. &amp;nbsp;Love it.&lt;br /&gt;
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A favourite ride from my childhood.&lt;br /&gt;
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What are you looking forward to this summer?&lt;br /&gt;
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Here we are, Team Decky's Daredevils ready to take to the course and walk 1.5 km for Down Syndrome research and programs.&lt;/div&gt;
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We blazed through the starting gate, balloons streaming, feet moving and signs held high.&lt;br /&gt;
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We joined hands and made our way along the course enjoying the time together to celebrate Decky.&lt;br /&gt;
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Final tally, our team raised over $4000 (of which I can take very little credit) for Down Syndrome research and educational programs.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/KQjdQd/~4/6m8rPKj0-eI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/KQjdQd/~3/6m8rPKj0-eI/walk-up-walk-down-walk-together-for.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa Schwartz)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1yPI1zj_3hY/UbKowZAJ1bI/AAAAAAAAGOE/jWzHZW477L4/s72-c/IMG_6512+(deleted+a11435bd0c56940af28abbc90e0abcb8).jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.schwartzchronicles.com/2013/06/walk-up-walk-down-walk-together-for.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179631583653942954.post-5441278753107553808</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 May 2013 04:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-05-21T21:09:24.468-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Down Syndrome</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">a good cause</category><title>Run Up For Down Syndrome</title><description>My nephew Declan is four years old. &amp;nbsp;As many of you know, he has Down Syndrome. &amp;nbsp;To us, our family, his parents and friends, we don't see Down Syndrome. We see a little monkey with a great big personality. &amp;nbsp;We see a boy who a day after surgery that was to keep him out of commission for a week, &amp;nbsp;tearing his hospital room apart with a toothy grin and wicked gleam in his eyes. &amp;nbsp;We see a little boy who shows empathy and rubs his cousin's back when he is crying. &amp;nbsp;We want other people, those who do not know him as well as we do, to see what we do. &amp;nbsp;We want them to see the endless possibilities for him and his future. &lt;br /&gt;
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The Run Up for Down Syndrome is one way to bring awareness to individuals with Down Syndrome. The run is hosted by the &lt;a href="http://www.dsrf.org/"&gt;Down Syndrome Research Foundation&lt;/a&gt; that works to empower those with Down Syndrome and support them as they work to reach their full potential as members of the community.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;This question has been on my mind lately. &amp;nbsp;A combination of events have me wondering. &amp;nbsp;First I started reading the book, &lt;a href="http://www.paultough.com/the-books/"&gt;How Children Succeed: &amp;nbsp;Grit, Curiosity and the Hidden Power of Character &lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;by&amp;nbsp;Paul Tough. &amp;nbsp;The book argues that character skills such as perseverance, grit, curiosity, self-control, optimism and conscientiousness are more important than IQ in determining success.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then I watched Jack at the park a few weeks ago. &amp;nbsp;He was determined to make his way down this fire pole for the first time. &amp;nbsp;We offered advice and tried to help him, but he wanted to do it on his own. &amp;nbsp;Although it took close to a half an hour, he figured out how to reach with his arms and wrap his legs around the pole. &amp;nbsp;His determination won out over his fear.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sarah is different in her approach to new skills. &amp;nbsp;She does not exhibit the same determination. &amp;nbsp;I want support the development of her perseverance. &amp;nbsp;But like many things in this parenting gig, I am still figuring things out.&lt;br /&gt;
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6. You are viewed as the keeper of all knowledge when you are a mom. &amp;nbsp;You can reel off who needs money in their lunch, where those rechargeable batteries are and what colour t-shirt needs to be worn on the field trip without taking a breath.&lt;br /&gt;
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8. &amp;nbsp;Wine goes from being a 4 letter word to a 5 letter word.&lt;br /&gt;
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Pushes from Daddy. &amp;nbsp;Those ones are the best.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;We spent the first weekend of spring break on an island get away with our favorite traveling family. &amp;nbsp;It was an official Schwakida vacation.&lt;br /&gt;
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The weather was perfect and it allowed for the perfect combination of inside and outside activities. &amp;nbsp;We spent a day in &lt;a href="http://www.sidney.ca/"&gt;Sidney&lt;/a&gt; exploring the little town and the shoreline.&lt;br /&gt;
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We walked the pier in Sidney and watched the crab fisherman. We decided to try for a shot that included Jack.&lt;br /&gt;
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This photo was taken at Glass Beach along the Sidney Seaside Walkway.&lt;br /&gt;
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Our next stop, was a visit to the &lt;a href="http://www.bugzoo.com/"&gt;Victoria Bug Zoo&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;While it looks small, there is many fascinating bugs to see, hold and learn about. &amp;nbsp;The Bug Zoo is housed in two smaller sized rooms. &amp;nbsp;Two tour guides circle the rooms talking about the different bugs and bringing them out for a closer look. &amp;nbsp;It was a great place to visit.&lt;br /&gt;
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We explored &lt;a href="http://www.beaconhillpark.ca/"&gt;Beacon Hill Park and Petting Zoo&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;The kids were worried about this peacock who was roaming free. &amp;nbsp;They thought he was going to wander into the parking lot. &amp;nbsp;We learned that the peacock is wild and not part of the petting zoo.&lt;br /&gt;
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It was Jack's birthday while we were away and so worked some of his favourite things into his special day. &amp;nbsp;A visit to &lt;a href="http://www.mrtubbs.com/index.php"&gt;Mr. Tubbs Ice Cream and Fun&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;was in order where he could play video games and win prizes to his heart's content.&lt;br /&gt;
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A birthday song with a a special birthday oreo cake for a special four year old boy.&lt;br /&gt;
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It was another adventure filled with lots of memories and good times.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/KQjdQd/~4/hvEREojs2G8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/KQjdQd/~3/hvEREojs2G8/our-spring-break-adventure-part-1.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa Schwartz)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eWdeGVYE5Kk/UVumjbsHeEI/AAAAAAAAGEs/iHMs5Z4djmI/s72-c/IMG_1084.jpeg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.schwartzchronicles.com/2013/04/our-spring-break-adventure-part-1.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179631583653942954.post-5841605816408315071</guid><pubDate>Wed, 20 Mar 2013 03:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-03-19T20:21:44.585-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">loving my kids</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">birthday</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Jack</category><title>Jack's Sonic Birthday Bash</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
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Jack celebrated his birthday last weekend. &amp;nbsp;He chose a &lt;a href="http://www.cartwheels.ca/sub/html/birthday_parties.htm"&gt;gymnastics birthday party&lt;/a&gt; with his friends. &amp;nbsp;Watching Mr. Jack grow up is bitter sweet. &amp;nbsp;Our last baby. &amp;nbsp;This year, he was very excited for his birthday and to share this time with his friends. &amp;nbsp;But as his friends began to arrive, he was so shy. &amp;nbsp;Smiling, not making eye contact and saying hello quietly. &amp;nbsp;He had a great time with his friends.&lt;/div&gt;
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Loving the "Happy Birthday" tag game.&lt;/div&gt;
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The circuit included a spin on the rings. &amp;nbsp;The kids can never get enough of the rings. &amp;nbsp;It must be that weightless feeling as the rings allow the kids to soar through the air. &amp;nbsp;Freedom.&lt;br /&gt;
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The handcrafted Sonic cake. &amp;nbsp;Cake creator- Captain Canada. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Oh it seems to me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;That sorry seems to be the hardest word -Elton John&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;I continue to work with my &lt;a href="http://www.schwartzchronicles.com/2013/01/2013-my-one-little-word.html"&gt;2013 word, LEARN&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;I am taking time to reflect each month on my word and how I am doing with my word. This year, in an effort to make the most of my word, I have tried to set goals for myself. &lt;br /&gt;
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In January, I learned how to &lt;a href="http://www.schwartzchronicles.com/2013/01/olw-sensitivity-to-light-f-stop-and.html"&gt;take photos with a DSLR&lt;/a&gt; that was not in full auto mode. &amp;nbsp;Full auto is my safe place. &amp;nbsp;I branched out into AV mode and learned about ISO, f-stop and shutter speed.&lt;br /&gt;
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In February, I decided I was going to learn how to be better about saying sorry and owning up to my mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;
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If you have ever been at a concert where little children are singing, you will inevitably notice the child who is standing stock still, staring straight ahead and not singing. &amp;nbsp;Its like their stage fright prevents them from singing and in not singing, they feel that they won't be noticed or visible. &amp;nbsp;That is the often the route I take when I make a mistake or have acted in a way that I am not proud of. &amp;nbsp;Rather than own up to my mistake and saying sorry, I pretend it didn't happen in the hopes that other people will not notice it happened and therefore will not be upset, mad or disappointed in me.&lt;br /&gt;
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In February, I made a concerted effort to be forthright with my apologies. &amp;nbsp;When I blamed Captain Canada for taking all of the ipad chargers and then found one in my purse, I was very tempted to slip the charger into the drawer and then "find it." &amp;nbsp;But instead, I pulled it out of my purse and said sorry.&lt;br /&gt;
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What I need to be better at is saying sorry not just over something small like an ipad charger, but when dealing with conflict and bigger issues.&lt;br /&gt;
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How do you deal with apologies?&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/KQjdQd/~4/uD8jE9L9b_I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/KQjdQd/~3/uD8jE9L9b_I/one-little-word-saying-sorry.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa Schwartz)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.schwartzchronicles.com/2013/03/one-little-word-saying-sorry.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179631583653942954.post-2858365371769743383</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 Mar 2013 04:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-03-10T21:22:18.034-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">weekend fun</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">recommendations</category><title>Saturday Afternoon Tea</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;We had a beautiful time yesterday at the adorable&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.adorabelletearoom.com/"&gt;Adorabelle Tea Room&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;in Steveston.&lt;br /&gt;
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All of the delicious food is made in house. &amp;nbsp;This is what our trays looked like.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;While everything was delicious, without a doubt, my favourite was the scones.&lt;/div&gt;
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We chose our tea from their selection of loose teas and our drinks were served in our own teapots with covered tightly with a cosy for warmth. It was a lovely afternoon with time to visit and enjoy each other's company.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;When we were all done, our trays were emptied and our tummies were satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;
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I highly recommend this charming little teahouse in the heart of Steveston.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Disclaimer: &amp;nbsp;All photos taken with my iphone. &amp;nbsp;I had the camera all ready to go for my second DSLR field trip and forgot it at the door.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;This is not a paid post. &amp;nbsp;Just a recommendation for a lovely afternoon and a spot of tea.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/KQjdQd/~4/okg5mRtkHxY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/KQjdQd/~3/okg5mRtkHxY/saturday-afternoon-tea.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa Schwartz)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gMXpXWPDDsg/UT1V-pfQk2I/AAAAAAAAGB8/T8o4lv1JCq0/s72-c/2013-03-09+13.32.13.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.schwartzchronicles.com/2013/03/saturday-afternoon-tea.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179631583653942954.post-4586370850440866197</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 Mar 2013 05:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-03-06T21:54:49.898-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">loving my kids</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">loving lists</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">deep thoughts</category><title>Tormenting your Sibling for Dummies</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;I am slowly going crazy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Crazy going slowly am I.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Lately Sarah and Jack have been very focused on tormenting each other. &amp;nbsp;The sibling love and adoration has taken a back seat to tormenting the crap out of each other. &amp;nbsp;The two of them could probably co-author a book, "Tormenting your sibling for Dummies."&lt;/div&gt;
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If they did, this would be their top ten:&lt;/div&gt;
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1. &amp;nbsp;When your sibling launches into an exciting story, talk right over him, even louder to get your mom's attention.&lt;/div&gt;
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2. &amp;nbsp;If one sibling is very particular about how things are placed and stored, move said object an inch to the left and wait for the fire works.&lt;/div&gt;
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3. &amp;nbsp;Decide that singing jingle bells over and over again is the best idea ever, especially when sibling has just declared, "I hate that song."&lt;/div&gt;
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4. &amp;nbsp;Just got in trouble? Feeling mad? Throw a ball in frustration and accidently aim it right at your sibling. &amp;nbsp;Oh look, it hit her right in the head, how did that happen?&lt;/div&gt;
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5. &amp;nbsp;Always get in the last word, in any discussion. &amp;nbsp;Declaring you are right and she is wrong is key to annoying your sibling.&lt;/div&gt;
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6. &amp;nbsp;When sibling says, "Don't stand so close to me." &amp;nbsp;Move one inch a way and look perplexed when sibling isn't thrilled about your new position.&lt;/div&gt;
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7. &amp;nbsp;If your sibling is standing waiting to use the toilet, legs crossed and holding private parts, take your time, go real slow. &amp;nbsp;In this situation, you can never be too sure about being done.&lt;/div&gt;
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8. When it is your turn to choose a t.v. show, choose one that you know your sibling really doesn't like.&lt;/div&gt;
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9. &amp;nbsp;Accidently on purpose, forget that it is your sibling's turn to get out of the bath first and step out as soon as you are washed.&lt;/div&gt;
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10. &amp;nbsp;When your sibling is getting talked to by her parents due to a wrong doing, do your best to offer your two cents just like the peanut gallery.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/KQjdQd/~4/rnjSrESVk_I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/KQjdQd/~3/rnjSrESVk_I/tormenting-your-sibling-for-dummies.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa Schwartz)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.schwartzchronicles.com/2013/03/tormenting-your-sibling-for-dummies.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179631583653942954.post-3289989047537382521</guid><pubDate>Sat, 02 Mar 2013 13:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-03-02T05:00:00.193-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Captain Canada</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">photo tips</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love</category><title>Face Painting as Art</title><description>Captain Canada attended a photography workshop last weekend on creative lighting,&amp;nbsp;hosted by fashion photographer&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://dgphoto.ca/"&gt;Dwayne Girvan&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;During the day, Captain Canada shot photos of models with elaborate face paint in settings with different kinds of light.&lt;br /&gt;
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After returning home from this workshop, Captain Canada wanted to apply his learning on the home front. &amp;nbsp;While the kids were willing participants, I was more hesitant.&lt;br /&gt;
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Jack was proud of his fierce dragon like appearance.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sarah got her model face on and tried a few different looks.&lt;br /&gt;
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As a less willing participant, I really just wanted the session to be over. &amp;nbsp;But I adore my hubby, so I did it for love.&lt;br /&gt;
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For all you photographers out there, can you see the cookie in the background?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/KQjdQd/~4/YPSjE5kv00w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/KQjdQd/~3/YPSjE5kv00w/face-painting-as-art.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa Schwartz)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bXC4g3R21_w/UTGSw5cfSgI/AAAAAAAAF_U/OftCR6wvVKY/s72-c/IMG_2572.jpeg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.schwartzchronicles.com/2013/03/face-painting-as-art.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179631583653942954.post-8501540809565441432</guid><pubDate>Sat, 02 Mar 2013 05:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-03-01T21:36:39.589-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">it's all about me</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">deep thoughts</category><title>When Skimmers Don't Suit</title><description>I am a big fan of shopping, especially for new clothes. &amp;nbsp;With spring around the corner, I have been checking out the must haves for the upcoming season.&lt;br /&gt;
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One thing that is super cute is the &lt;a href="http://www.gapcanada.ca/browse/product.do?cid=92409&amp;amp;vid=1&amp;amp;pid=249265133"&gt;Gap's new skimmers&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;Cute skinny pants in spring hues that skim just above the ankle. &amp;nbsp;I love them.&lt;br /&gt;
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Unfortunately, they don't love me. &amp;nbsp;The style and length is not that flattering on me. &amp;nbsp;My legs look like sausages and the length emphasizes &amp;nbsp;round at the top, small at the bottom. &amp;nbsp;So I will forgo the skimmers.&lt;br /&gt;
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What do you do when a style you love does not suit your body?&lt;br /&gt;
Any alternate suggestions on what to wear this spring?&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/KQjdQd/~4/EXtlMShysPE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/KQjdQd/~3/EXtlMShysPE/when-skimmers-dont-suit.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa Schwartz)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RJYFYFXpC7c/UTGPAarlAgI/AAAAAAAAF-8/evGYfQ2rVlY/s72-c/cn5916806.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.schwartzchronicles.com/2013/03/when-skimmers-dont-suit.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179631583653942954.post-6242982284120009750</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Feb 2013 00:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-02-23T16:58:28.844-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">loving weekends</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">loving my kids</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">one little word</category><title>One Little Word: Photo Field Trip</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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As I continue to live with my&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.schwartzchronicles.com/2013/01/2013-my-one-little-word.html"&gt;one little word&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;this year. &amp;nbsp;I made a promise to myself that I would not only live with my word, I would talk to it, listen to it and let it lead me. &amp;nbsp;I am keeping myself accountable by blogging about my word, learn.&lt;br /&gt;
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On the Family day long weekend, we took the kids to &lt;a href="http://www.richmondbc.colormemine.com/"&gt;Colour Me Mine&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;Captain Canada thought this would be a great opportunity to take&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.schwartzchronicles.com/2013/01/olw-sensitivity-to-light-f-stop-and.html"&gt;my developing photography skills&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;on the road. &amp;nbsp;I was in charge of capturing the memories.&lt;br /&gt;
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I didn't do too badly. &amp;nbsp;Although I don't think of things like what is behind my subject, so those boxes behind Sarah in some of the shots are not pretty to look at.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Sarah had a hard time deciding. &amp;nbsp;She settled on a mug with a cupcake on the sides. &amp;nbsp;Like her mother, she never met a cupcake she didn't love.&lt;br /&gt;
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Jack hard at work on his Hulk.&lt;br /&gt;
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This is Captain Canada's "I really want a turn" face.&lt;br /&gt;
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Background = boxes. &amp;nbsp;Not that nice.&lt;br /&gt;
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A tip from my teacher and much better to look at.&lt;br /&gt;
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Finished product. &amp;nbsp;Model refused to pose for this photo.&lt;br /&gt;
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Jack, proud as punch about his finished product.&lt;br /&gt;
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This month my focus has been to learn to say sorry. &amp;nbsp;Update coming shortly.&lt;br /&gt;
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How are you doing with your one little word?&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/KQjdQd/~4/TGae94gDujI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/KQjdQd/~3/TGae94gDujI/one-little-word-photo-field-trip.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa Schwartz)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fg_EIQYqPmc/USljWHktZHI/AAAAAAAAF9M/2NZsOtt_GrQ/s72-c/IMG_0648.jpeg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.schwartzchronicles.com/2013/02/one-little-word-photo-field-trip.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179631583653942954.post-9103914322588100507</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 Feb 2013 05:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-02-18T21:48:15.001-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">loving my kids</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">bribery</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Jack</category><title>Will Work for Candy</title><description>&lt;u&gt;What Jack will do for candy:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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1. &amp;nbsp;Pose for a photo or two.&lt;br /&gt;
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2. &amp;nbsp;Pee on command.&lt;br /&gt;
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3. &amp;nbsp;Go to swimming lessons.&lt;br /&gt;
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4. &amp;nbsp;Sleep in his own bed all night by himself.&lt;br /&gt;
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5. &amp;nbsp;Skate without a bar. &amp;nbsp;Jack made monumental strides with his skating this past weekend. &amp;nbsp;His incentive, candy. &amp;nbsp;His new nickname is Taffy Boy.&lt;br /&gt;
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I just got back from my fitness class and apparently, Valentine's day is just another day as there were fifteen other people sweating right along with me. &amp;nbsp;But it is a day for love and appreciation, all things red and chocolate. Throw in a new Pandora charm and call it a holiday.&lt;/div&gt;
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But on this day, as I was counting down the minutes until my fitness class was over and my body would stop hurting, I thought I have a lot to be grateful for:&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;A husband who gets me.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;A job that challenges me and offers something different every day.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Mentors who support me and tell me I'm smart even when I don't think so.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;My health.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Two adorable kids who make me laugh and love to snuggle (even though sometimes its at night, &amp;nbsp;when sleeping is a high priority).&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Date nights.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Starbucks VIA Instant coffee.&lt;/li&gt;
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What are you grateful for?&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/KQjdQd/~4/8z6MQlybueo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/KQjdQd/~3/8z6MQlybueo/love-and-gratitude.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa Schwartz)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q8aFS4VAaKA/UR3NWJHZ2RI/AAAAAAAAF7w/IJMP41Exxo8/s72-c/Valentine+(full+res).jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.schwartzchronicles.com/2013/02/love-and-gratitude.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179631583653942954.post-4032383350887543229</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 Feb 2013 04:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-02-04T20:38:50.792-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">loving my kids</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">birthday</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Jack</category><title>The Making of a Birthday Invitation</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
First you have to catch him.&lt;/div&gt;
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Next, he will need a pep talk to get him into character.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Staying in character can be a challenge, especially when throwing the prop is so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;
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Mix in a little artistic impression.&lt;br /&gt;
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Voila, a birthday invitation is ready to go.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/KQjdQd/~4/RwmSQtq4KZc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/KQjdQd/~3/RwmSQtq4KZc/the-making-of-birthday-invitation.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa Schwartz)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z9LvlFm9-HY/URCKvwOOi_I/AAAAAAAAF5s/mc4beb5BmuU/s72-c/IMG_1449.jpeg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.schwartzchronicles.com/2013/02/the-making-of-birthday-invitation.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179631583653942954.post-6952861566007712663</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Jan 2013 06:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-01-28T22:24:15.677-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sleep</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">bribery</category><title>Stompeez for Sleep</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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In December, I was one desperate Momma. &amp;nbsp;I was desperate for a full night of sleep in my own bed without children. &amp;nbsp;It got to a point that I couldn't remember the last time I had spent a full night in my own bed. &amp;nbsp;I spent a lot of time going from Jack's bed to Sarah's bed and back again. &amp;nbsp;There were a lot of bad dreams in our house and they were wearing me out.&lt;/div&gt;
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Both kids wanted Stompeez (slippers for kids). &amp;nbsp;I told Jack and Sarah, if they stayed in their own beds all night by themselves for five nights in a row, they could each get a pair of Stompeez. &amp;nbsp;It was like a miracle, within a week they both had earned Stompeez.&lt;/div&gt;
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Once the Stompeez arrived, old habits quickly returned. It was the bed hopping Olympics and I was the gold medal contender. &lt;br /&gt;
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The bed hopping has stopped for the time being, thanks to a well stocked treat box full of favourite chocolates and candy. &amp;nbsp;Some people would call it bribery, I like to think of it as incentive.&lt;br /&gt;
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I know I am biased. &amp;nbsp;But, we truly live in one of the most beautiful places in the world. &amp;nbsp;We are surrounded by beaches, parks and mountains. &amp;nbsp;Almost any outdoor activity you could want or need is at your fingertips.&lt;/div&gt;
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Last Saturday, we decided to head down to &lt;a href="http://vancouver.about.com/od/beachesparks/p/kitsbeach.htm"&gt;Kits Beach&lt;/a&gt; for a little family fun. &amp;nbsp;It was cold, so it was short visit. &amp;nbsp;I was a lot colder than Jack and Sarah and I think they would have stayed longer.&lt;/div&gt;
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As soon as they saw the park, they could not slow their run.&lt;/div&gt;
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I can't get enough of their happy faces and rosy red cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sarah loved this rolling slide.&lt;br /&gt;
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This new age merry-go-round was also a hit.&lt;br /&gt;
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On the way back to the car, Jack accidentally posed for one more photo. &amp;nbsp;One of my favourites of the day.&lt;br /&gt;
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Last weekend, we took Sarah and Jack to an age old Vancouver landmark,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.varsityridgebowl.com/"&gt;Varsity Ridge Bowl.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Both Sarah and Jack love to bowl. But, it can be difficult to find a bowling alley that doesn't have age restrictions. &amp;nbsp;Bowling makes both kids happy. &amp;nbsp;It is the perfect family outing for a chilly day.&lt;/div&gt;
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We love the back and forth rhythm of the two handed, between the leg throw.&lt;/div&gt;
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We love the high fives after a particularly good shot.&lt;br /&gt;
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We love the idea that we can control our ball's destiny by leaning to left.&lt;br /&gt;
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We love that we can celebrate any shot, even gutter balls.&lt;br /&gt;
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We love that feeling that anything is possible as we are about to release the ball.&lt;br /&gt;
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We love to that our team is always forgiving. It's ok to accidentally take someone else's turn and then cheer about it afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;
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We love to check the score, compare numbers and proudly recognize the big numbers.&lt;br /&gt;
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We love that there is always time for a family shot at the end.&lt;br /&gt;
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What's one of your family favourite activities?&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/KQjdQd/~4/2MQijCEqa-0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/KQjdQd/~3/2MQijCEqa-0/family-favourite-bowling.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa Schwartz)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uGNmajytWu0/UPt-wF2HhmI/AAAAAAAAFyc/03lsp6wY6PY/s72-c/IMG_0744.jpeg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.schwartzchronicles.com/2013/01/family-favourite-bowling.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179631583653942954.post-7999446195336165900</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Jan 2013 15:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-06-07T20:26:42.737-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">learn</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">one little word</category><title>OLW: sensitivity to light, f-stop, and shutter speed</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
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Earlier this month, I wrote about my&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.schwartzchronicles.com/2013/01/2013-my-one-little-word.html"&gt;one little word (OLW) for 2013&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;This is going to be the year of learning. &amp;nbsp;But unlike last year, I want to be more engaged with my word and be purposeful in living with my word. &amp;nbsp;This year, I plan to do some blog posts as updates to keep me accountable.&lt;/div&gt;
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I had a plan to go snowshoeing for my first time ever earlier this month during a kid free weekend. &amp;nbsp;But our kid free weekend, became a sick kid weekend and there was no snowshoeing. &amp;nbsp;What I did learn, is that staying in your car while on the ferry, so as not to infect other ferry passengers with the flu, makes for a very chilly ride.&lt;/div&gt;
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But I have been getting regular camera lessons from Captain Canada. &amp;nbsp;I have had four so far. &amp;nbsp;I am beginning to gain an understanding about ISO, aperture and shutter speed and how these three variables interact with each other to take good and bad photos. &amp;nbsp;Learning these things makes my brain hurt and I do keep a cheat sheet that I sometimes refer to.&lt;/div&gt;
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What I have learned this month, is that I need to feel like I am making progress in order to persevere on a task. &amp;nbsp;I also hate looking like I don't know what I am doing or that I am not smart. &amp;nbsp;And it took me all of three seconds to realize that I am no different then students I work with every day who are doing their best to learn a skill, try something new or make progress.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;I was using a 30 mm lens and here are the settings I chose;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;I am no stranger to Mommy guilt. &amp;nbsp;It seems hard to be a mom and avoid it. &amp;nbsp;But, since returning to work full time, I seem to feel that guilt more keenly. &amp;nbsp;My guilt list confessional includes some of the following:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;I don't clean my house enough&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;My kitchen floor is dirty&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I don't floss my kids' teeth &lt;s&gt;ever &lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;enough&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I am not patient enough when I am trying to get the kids out of the house in the morning&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I bribe my kids with cookies and chocolate&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I do too much for my kids&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I often can't find the Sarah's library book on library day and I curse about it&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Sometimes we eat meals while watching t.v.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Some mornings Jack doesn't brush his teeth&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I don't take my kids to the public library enough&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Jack is only in swimming lessons right now, no other programs&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I can never to do pick ups or drop off for school&lt;/li&gt;
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I could go on and on. &amp;nbsp;Part of this guilt comes from comparing myself, my family, my kids to others. &amp;nbsp;It is a bad habit, but it is such a difficult one to kick. &amp;nbsp;It is easy to look around and see another mother who has it more together than me. &amp;nbsp;It may be the fresh kleenex she can whisk from her pocket, at a moments notice. While I madly dig to the bottom of my bag and produce a used dry wipe and try to pass it off as a kleenex. &amp;nbsp; Or it could be the glamorous mom who is off to yoga at 8:00 p.m. while I sit on the couch eating bon bons and pinning pins to my pinterest boards that I will probably never try.&lt;/div&gt;
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Francesca Kaplan Grossman's article, &lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/francesca-kaplan-grossman/judging-others_b_2481016.html"&gt;"Jealousy, Judgement and Motherhood"&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;got me thinking about the whole issue of feeling inadequate. It seems to me, we are all incredibly hard on ourselves. &amp;nbsp;We need to give ourselves a break. &amp;nbsp;We need to give each other a break. &amp;nbsp;Because in the end, we are doing the best we can. &amp;nbsp;We are human, not super human. &amp;nbsp;As a result, we get tired. &amp;nbsp;We get frustrated. &amp;nbsp;We get sad. We get hungry. &amp;nbsp;We get cold. &amp;nbsp;And these things can affect my feelings and actions at any given moment.&lt;/div&gt;
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So I want to learn to be a little easier on myself this year. Won't you join me?&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A beautiful Saturday with my family can whisk much of that guilt away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Today was a busy day at Science World and taking turns was an ongoing issue. &amp;nbsp;Jack really enjoys doing the wheelchair race. &amp;nbsp;On several occasions, he stood patiently waiting his turn and other kids would run over and jump on the wheelchairs when it was his turn. &amp;nbsp;I saw his little face, he didn't want to say anything and just looked at me for help. As I stood there waiting with him, I struggled with what to do. &amp;nbsp;Especially in cases where parents were nearby and made no move to correct the situation. &amp;nbsp;To me, this is such an awkward position to be in, having to speak to other people's children about waiting their turn when their parents are standing right there. &amp;nbsp;But, if I don't speak up for Jack and I stand there and let child after child go in front of him when he has been waiting patiently, what message am I sending him? I want to show him with my actions and my words that he deserves what he is asking for.&lt;/div&gt;
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In the end, I did speak to several kids, pointing out that Jack had been waiting and it was his turn and in most cases, the kids let Jack take his turn. &amp;nbsp;Speaking up was hard for me. I avoid confrontation like the plaque and I cringe at the idea of upsetting or annoying people. As a result, I am not that good at standing up for myself. &amp;nbsp;I want Jack and Sarah to be more assertive than I am. &amp;nbsp;Today I realized that sometimes as a parent you have to do things that are uncomfortable for the sake of your kids.&lt;/div&gt;
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Have you done anything lately that felt uncomfortable for the sake of your kids?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/KQjdQd/~4/EPR75fgm8Dc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/KQjdQd/~3/EPR75fgm8Dc/taking-turns.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa Schwartz)</author><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.schwartzchronicles.com/2013/01/taking-turns.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179631583653942954.post-6552874638450199284</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Jan 2013 13:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-01-02T05:00:07.866-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">loving where I live</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">holiday traditions</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">loving holiday traditions</category><title>New Year's Eve: Tourists in Our Own Town</title><description>Last year for new years, we whisked our kids away to &lt;a href="http://www.schwartzchronicles.com/2012/01/kid-friendly-new-years.html"&gt;Bellevue&lt;/a&gt; for a kid friendly new year's celebration. &amp;nbsp;This year, we decided to stick close to home and we played tourist in our own town. &amp;nbsp;We took the Canada Line downtown and stayed at the &lt;a href="http://www.marriott.com/hotels/travel/yvrrd-renaissance-vancouver-harbourside-hotel/"&gt;Renaissance Vancouver Harbourside Hotel&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Adobe Garamond', 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;You live with it. You invite it into you life. You let it speak to you. You might even follow where it leads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Adobe Garamond', 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Adobe Garamond', 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;There are so many possibilities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Adobe Garamond', 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;. -Ali Edwards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It is that time of year again, when I take some time to think about an intention that I want to carry with me for the following year. &amp;nbsp;This will be my fifth year of choosing one little word. &amp;nbsp;Five years ago, my friend &lt;a href="http://janicenovkam.typepad.com/blog/"&gt;Janice&lt;/a&gt; helped start this journey and I find a word or intention easier to manage than resolutions that I have often broken by Thursday of the first week of January.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.schwartzchronicles.com/2012/01/2012-one-little-word.html"&gt;Last year, my word was "choose"&lt;/a&gt; and I didn't do that well with my word. &amp;nbsp;The truth is I didn't take enough time to focus on my word and in the areas that I wanted to really apply my word, I didn't. &amp;nbsp;The regular exercise amounted to two days a week, even in the summer when I had more time. &amp;nbsp;Our budget lasted a mere three months and I continue to hold onto things emotionally rather than choosing to let them go.&lt;br /&gt;
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My word this year is LEARN.&lt;br /&gt;
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I plan to try some things I haven't done before like snowshoeing. &amp;nbsp;I took a bread making class last year and loved it, so I plan to take a cooking class in 2013. &lt;br /&gt;
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Captain Canada is determined to get me using his DSLR and it not be in full auto mode. &amp;nbsp;So there will be a few photography lessons in my future. &amp;nbsp;This is exciting, but nerve wracking as some may remember a dropped lens and shattered lens in 2010. &lt;br /&gt;
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My job changed this year and for the next two and a half years, I will be working as a consultant with other educators in learning focused relationships. &amp;nbsp;Starting something new is always scary, but I am learning something new everyday and I find that part exciting. &amp;nbsp;I need to learn that it is o.k. if I don't have all the answers.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am also interested in continuing to expand my knowledge about using technology in classrooms, but not as a replacement for pen and paper, but as a way to transform students' learning and giving them tools to search, to think, to learn and show what they know.&lt;br /&gt;
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And finally, it wouldn't be one little word without some health and wellness intentions. &amp;nbsp;I need to learn to find the time to get in regular workouts. &amp;nbsp;Two days a week is not enough. &amp;nbsp;It seems like the early morning workout is the only way to go as I am too tired by the time the kids go to bed and by then, I just want some down time. So learning to say yes to the early morning alarm will be key in 2013.&lt;br /&gt;
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Have you chosen a word for 2013? &amp;nbsp;What will your word be? &amp;nbsp;I would love to read about your word in the comments section.&lt;br /&gt;
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For more information and inspiration about choosing one Little Word, check out &lt;a href="http://aliedwards.com/2013/01/one-little-word-2013-the-words.html"&gt;Ali Edwards' blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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