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good</category><category>snow</category><category>Jack</category><category>fathers</category><title>Schwartz Chronicles</title><description>Highlights, lowlights and everything in between.</description><link>http://www.schwartzchronicles.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>307</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/KQjdQd" /><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/kqjdqd" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179631583653942954.post-4453637162555063711</guid><pubDate>Sat, 11 Feb 2012 05:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-10T21:00:58.797-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">growing up</category><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><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">BEE friends</category><title>Booster Seats and Roller Coaster Rides</title><description>As I drove to work this morning, I looked into the backseat. &amp;nbsp;Things are changing back there. &amp;nbsp;We are now a booster seat, car seat family instead of a two car seat family. &amp;nbsp;Sarah has been asking to move into a booster seat and finally last weekend we made the leap. &amp;nbsp;At 43 pounds and 43.7 inches tall, she is big enough to ride in a booster seat. &amp;nbsp;But, I was content to look into my mirror and see her cute face smiling back at me high up in her car seat.&lt;br /&gt;
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In the bathroom things are changing too. &amp;nbsp;More signs that my kids are growing &amp;nbsp;and changing. &amp;nbsp;There is water on the floor. &amp;nbsp;Now it could be water because Sarah has started to take the occasional shower on her own. &amp;nbsp;Nana helped her see the joy in showering, before that she was terrified. &amp;nbsp;But it could be another form of liquid as it seems that Jack is well on his way to kissing his diapers good bye. &amp;nbsp;He has been peeing on the potty pretty regularly, but we haven't done much about it. &amp;nbsp;It was my own fear of failure after the challenges we faced training Sarah that prevented me from really focusing on training him. &amp;nbsp;Today, Captain Canada worked his magic and it was a diaper free and accident free day. I know better than to declare that he is completely trained, but he seems to get it already and it won't be much longer.&lt;br /&gt;
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As I gather up the laundry to take it downstairs, I come face to face with another change. &amp;nbsp;No more baby gate at the top of the stairs. &amp;nbsp;We took it down this week and after two plus years with this gate, it is nice not to have to prop the laundry basket on my hip as I work the gate open, but still hard to get used to.&lt;br /&gt;
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As I said to my friend &lt;a href="http://janicenovkam.typepad.com/blog/"&gt;Janice&lt;/a&gt; earlier this evening, for moms and dads too, witnessing your kids grow up is exhilarating and terrifying. &amp;nbsp;I watch with excitement as Jack and Sarah become more independent and stretch their wings. &amp;nbsp;But on the other hand, the unknown that lies ahead is a little terrifying. &amp;nbsp;It reminds me of the creaky old roller coaster at Playland. &amp;nbsp;I can't wait to get on. &amp;nbsp;Then once I am on, I brace myself for the steep drop, the steady curve and the feel of my body being thrown against the side. &amp;nbsp;As the cars careen along the track, I throw my arms up and yell with a mixture of joy and terror. &amp;nbsp;That is what I am doing tonight, throwing my arms up and yelling with a mixture of joy and terror.&lt;br /&gt;
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1. &amp;nbsp;Call ahead and find a place that is able to pierce both ears at the same time. We went to Claire's.&lt;br /&gt;
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2. &amp;nbsp;Be prepared to fork out $60.00 when all is said and done.&lt;br /&gt;
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3. &amp;nbsp;It is helpful if the person who is getting her ears pierced has someone they admire watching the proceedings. &amp;nbsp;By complete fluke, an older friend of Sarah's was there before and during the piercing. &amp;nbsp;Sarah admires this girl very much. &amp;nbsp;When her ears were pierced she barely flinched and put on a brave face.&lt;br /&gt;
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4. &amp;nbsp;Have many cotton swabs and q-tips on hand for post piercing care.&lt;br /&gt;
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5. &amp;nbsp;Be prepared to clean the newly pierced ears three times a day for six weeks.&lt;br /&gt;
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6. If all else fails and she doesn't want her ears cleaned three times a day, get her to clean your ears and teach her to clean and twist her own.&lt;br /&gt;
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7. &amp;nbsp;Get all on video so you can pull it out as needed to remind her that she is tough as nails.&lt;br /&gt;
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Captain Canada got a new lens on the weekend. &amp;nbsp;He needed to take it for a spin. &amp;nbsp;These are the results. Inaugural test drive deemed a success.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-weight: 300; line-height: 26px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"If they were to make a movie of your life what would the soundtrack be like? Share 10 songs that best tell the story of your life. Be sure to include the period or event that each song represents”.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-weight: 300; line-height: 26px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-weight: 300; line-height: 26px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;This took some thinking, but here are some songs that bring back a flood of memories from different times in my life:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 26px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;1. &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Black Superman&lt;/b&gt; - Johnny Wakelin. This is the first song I remember dancing to as a little girl. &amp;nbsp;We owned the song on a single you know the LP that you needed to put the little plastic thing in the middle so it will stay on the turntable and actually play. &amp;nbsp;Or maybe you don't because I am way older than you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-weight: 300; line-height: 26px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/eqMk-AuTDZE" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 26px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 26px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;2. &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Saturday Night&lt;/b&gt; - The Bay City Rollers. &amp;nbsp;My sisters and I would put on my parents records and make up dance routines. &amp;nbsp;Whenever I hear this song it takes me back to our living room with the red carpet that we flattened with our dancing feet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 26px;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/FJjI6SXFFPc" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 26px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;3. &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;The Gambler&lt;/b&gt;- Kenny Rogers. &amp;nbsp;When I hear this song, I think of my family piled into my Dad's old blue truck heading out on a family adventure. &amp;nbsp;The adventures I remember most clearly were the ones that took us outdoors fishing, camping or getting wood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 26px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;4. &lt;b&gt;Summer of 69&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;- Bryan Adams. &amp;nbsp;In junior high we would listen and listen to this song. We loved the whole album and I remember clearly that sleepovers consisted of watching scary movies like The Exorcist and singing along to this Bryan Adams cassette tape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 26px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 26px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;5. &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Forever Young&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;-Rod Stewart. &amp;nbsp;Our high school graduation song. &amp;nbsp;Don't even really like this song, but it marks an important event and when I hear it, the song takes my back to grad year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 26px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 26px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;6. &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Home for a Rest&lt;/b&gt; - Spirit of the West. &amp;nbsp;I love this song and there are many good time memories attached to it. &amp;nbsp;This song was from my twenties my friend Jo and I had good times together. A few weeks ago, we had a family dance party to this song. &amp;nbsp;It was time to pass on the moves for this song and by moves I mean jumping up and down like crazy and bumping into people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 26px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;7. &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;You are my Sunshine&lt;/b&gt;- Anne Murray. &amp;nbsp;There are so many memories attached to this song. &amp;nbsp;Captain Canada put it on a CD he made for my surprise 30th birthday party that he helped organize. &amp;nbsp;It was one of the first songs on the CD I listened to when he was taking me to the super secret destination of my party. &amp;nbsp;This song was also a part of our wedding slide show. &amp;nbsp;When Sarah was born, we created a slide show of her early days to and used this song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 26px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/FafLnokzeNo" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 26px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 26px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;8. &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Lucky Man&lt;/b&gt;- The Verve. &amp;nbsp;Our first dance at our wedding. &amp;nbsp;Chosen by Captain Canada. &amp;nbsp;He is a lucky man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 26px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;9. &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Baby Beluga&lt;/b&gt;- Raffi &amp;nbsp;The only song that would sooth Sarah when she was screaming her longest and loudest. &amp;nbsp;I can sing this song forwards, backwards and from the middle. &amp;nbsp;I am especially good at singing it while holding a crying infant and bouncing on an exercise ball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 26px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;10. &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;The Good Life&lt;/b&gt;- One Republic. &amp;nbsp;When I hear this song I am reminded of my own good life. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;When you're happy like a fool&lt;br /&gt;Let it take you over&lt;br /&gt;When everything is out&lt;br /&gt;You gotta take it in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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On a more personal level, a sporting event is a family outing that allows us to spend time together, enjoying each others company, grooving to the music and watching a good old hockey game. &amp;nbsp;That is what we did this weekend and there was no shortage of goals to cheer for, family time and unhealthy snacks.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sarah and Jack were thrilled to spend time with their cousins.&lt;br /&gt;
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There was also double the fun auntie time.&lt;br /&gt;
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Captain Canada enjoyed trying out his new lens.&lt;br /&gt;
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Jack rarely tires of watching the zamboni circle the ice. &amp;nbsp;Extra points if the driver waves.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tDnFg88tOIo/TyAuCQd5HJI/AAAAAAAACeU/0E6va29d2lo/s1600/sarah+train.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tDnFg88tOIo/TyAuCQd5HJI/AAAAAAAACeU/0E6va29d2lo/s640/sarah+train.jpeg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Sarah is going through a rock star stage. &amp;nbsp;She sings and dances all over the house putting on performances. &amp;nbsp;When we told her rock stars pose for photographers, she was happy to play along.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179631583653942954-4233235224174808057?l=www.schwartzchronicles.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/KQjdQd/~4/3_iYo_TTY6w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/KQjdQd/~3/3_iYo_TTY6w/wordless-wednesday-strike-pose.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tDnFg88tOIo/TyAuCQd5HJI/AAAAAAAACeU/0E6va29d2lo/s72-c/sarah+train.jpeg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.schwartzchronicles.com/2012/01/wordless-wednesday-strike-pose.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179631583653942954.post-4772590026789761865</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Jan 2012 08:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-23T22:29:51.400-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">favorite things</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">quotable bits</category><title>Things I Love:  Sunsets</title><description>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;-Rabindranath Tagore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I love a good sunset and since Captain Canada has started taking pictures, I have had the good fortune to witness many of them. &amp;nbsp;Here is to many more sunsets.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am linking up over at &lt;a href="http://bitsofbee.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bits of Bee&lt;/a&gt;, it's Tuesday and that means it's time for&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://bitsofbee.blogspot.com/2012/01/quotable-bits-3.html"&gt;Quotable Bits&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;Head over to Bianca's blog and be inspired by the quotes other are sharing.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am linking this post up over at &lt;a href="http://www.northwestmommy.com/"&gt;The Good Life &lt;/a&gt;hosted by the lovely &lt;a href="http://www.northwestmommy.com/about-my-good-life-2"&gt;Stasha&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;Add your own list or go read what everone is writing about.&lt;br /&gt;
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There are two possible topics this week and I have chosen to write about &lt;u&gt;ten things that give me anxiety&lt;/u&gt; and keep me awake at night.&lt;br /&gt;
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1. &amp;nbsp;Sarah going to kindergarten in September. &amp;nbsp;I am nervous about how she will adjust.&lt;br /&gt;
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2. &amp;nbsp;Working full time next year and juggling the added work load with my responsibilities at home as well as still finding time to workout and stay healthy.&lt;br /&gt;
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3. &amp;nbsp;Confronting someone about something I don't like.&lt;br /&gt;
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4. &amp;nbsp;Being late. &amp;nbsp;I have a recurring dream that I am late for work and obstacles keep getting in my way that prevent me from getting to work or calling and letting someone know that I am late for work.&lt;br /&gt;
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5. &amp;nbsp;Potty training. &amp;nbsp;It took us the good part of a year to get Sarah fully potty trained. &amp;nbsp;She would not do it until she was good and ready. &amp;nbsp;When she decided she was ready, she was trained in a day. &amp;nbsp;Jack is turning three in two months and we have not done much in the way of potty training. &amp;nbsp;It is the whole fear of failing thing.&lt;br /&gt;
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6. &amp;nbsp;Lack of calcium. &amp;nbsp;Neither of my kids drink milk. &amp;nbsp;But at least Jack drinks Yops (that I can sneak milk into) and eats yogurt. &amp;nbsp;Sarah doesn't eat or drink any of these things. &amp;nbsp;I give her vitamins, but I still worry about the lack of calcium in her diet.&lt;br /&gt;
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7. &amp;nbsp;Flat tires. &amp;nbsp;I have a knack for getting flat tires. &amp;nbsp;I worry that when I get into my car to go to work that my tire will be flat and I will be late for work (see #4).&lt;br /&gt;
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8. &amp;nbsp;Offending someone or hurting their feelings.&lt;br /&gt;
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9. &amp;nbsp;Going into a store five minutes before closing time.&lt;br /&gt;
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10. &amp;nbsp;Imagining my kids as teenagers and the whole new set of worries that will bring. &amp;nbsp;The part where they will probably go through a period of intense dislike of me and the driving, parties, girlfriends, &amp;nbsp;boyfriends and the list goes on and on.&lt;br /&gt;
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What keeps you up at night?&lt;br /&gt;
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Now as a mom, I see the big sister role with new eyes, a different lens. &amp;nbsp;Sarah is a super big sister to Jack. Don't get me wrong, she has the art of torment down to a science and she knows exactly what to do to make him angry. &amp;nbsp;But when we are out and about, it is Sarah and Jack against the world.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;Big Sister as Protector&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Sarah makes sure everything Jack is being fed is peanut free. &amp;nbsp;She interrogates people better than I do. &amp;nbsp;She is the first person to tell anyone who is offering food that Jack has a peanut allergy and is allergic to all nuts.&lt;br /&gt;
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When it comes to playing with other kids, Sarah is there to make sure Jack is never mistreated. &amp;nbsp;It is funny how Sarah is hesitant to stand up for herself in many situations, but has no problem standing up for Jack and telling another child when something is not o.k.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today while at a birthday party, a little girl kept taking the ball away from Jack. &amp;nbsp;Sarah could see that Jack was getting more and more upset. &amp;nbsp;So Sarah offered the ball she was playing with to the little girl so Jack could keep his ball.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;Big Sister as Puppet Master&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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At home, Sarah uses her big sister role for power. &amp;nbsp;If she wants something that she is quite sure we will say no to, like a treat or candy, she will send Jack to ask us. &amp;nbsp;He doesn't quite have his role down, so when he says, "Mom, Sarah wants us to have a candy" &amp;nbsp;she is so busted. &lt;br /&gt;
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When it comes to watching television, the kids take turns choosing a show. &amp;nbsp;When it is not Sarah's turn to choose, sometimes she manages to get her choice anyway. &amp;nbsp;I can hear her whispering, "You want to watch Alvin and Chipmunks on the Apple t.v. right Jack?"&lt;br /&gt;
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Protector or puppet master, she is a great big sister and they make a dynamic team.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;Here is my list of things I said I would never do as a parent:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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1. &amp;nbsp;I will never co-sleep. &amp;nbsp;I used to think co-sleeping would prevent me from sleeping. &amp;nbsp;The truth is sometimes I co-slept to actually get sleep.&lt;br /&gt;
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2. &amp;nbsp;I will not breastfeed my babies to sleep. &amp;nbsp;At the beginning, was there any other way?&lt;br /&gt;
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3. &amp;nbsp;I will not use candy and other treats as a bribe.&lt;br /&gt;
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4. &amp;nbsp;There will not be a DVD player in the car. &amp;nbsp;O.k. we can get a DVD player for the car, but only for long car trips. &amp;nbsp;Is a ten minute drive considered a long car trip?&lt;br /&gt;
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5. &amp;nbsp;My daughter's hair will be impeccable when we leave the house and she will wear all sorts of cute barrettes and ribbons. &amp;nbsp;I had not met my daughter when this grand idea flitted through my head.&lt;br /&gt;
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6. &amp;nbsp;I will not use rewards or time outs in my parenting and I will follow Alfie Kohn's Unconditional Parenting to the letter.&lt;br /&gt;
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7. &amp;nbsp;I will not be a short order cook and make different meals than the one we are eating.&lt;br /&gt;
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8. &amp;nbsp;I will not get sucked into the abyss of talking exclusively about my kids. &amp;nbsp;While on maternity leave, I found this difficult because I had nothing else to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;
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9.&amp;nbsp;My children will not wear their pajamas out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;
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10. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I will not say, "because I said so" &amp;nbsp;in response to the question, "why?"&lt;br /&gt;
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So yesterday brought back a flood of memories as Jack and Sarah made snow angels and threw snow balls and ran and enjoyed the newness of the snow that we don't see that often around here. &amp;nbsp;This was the first year that we stayed out in the snow longer than it took us to get ready to go outside.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sarah, always the more hesitant one, loved it too.&lt;br /&gt;
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It was fun to enjoy the snow with Nana and Pa.&lt;br /&gt;
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1. &amp;nbsp;I love working with kids.&lt;br /&gt;
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2. &amp;nbsp;I love teaching children how to read and seeing that moment when they have an epiphany and recognize themselves as readers.&lt;br /&gt;
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3. &amp;nbsp;I have a lot of autonomy. &amp;nbsp;Yes I have curriculum guides and learning outcomes to follow but I have a lot of choice about how I teach what I need to teach.&lt;br /&gt;
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4. &amp;nbsp;Being a teacher allows me to work part time.&lt;br /&gt;
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5. &amp;nbsp;Teaching is never boring. &amp;nbsp;You don't have to teach the same topics every year or even the same grade level. &amp;nbsp;If you do teach the same grade, you can take the same topic and teach it a completely different way. I love that.&lt;br /&gt;
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6. &amp;nbsp;Teaching has kept alive my sense of wonder. &amp;nbsp;We do a lot of wondering in my classroom and with that comes a lot of exploration. &amp;nbsp;By encouraging my students to develop their sense of wonder, I have done the same.&lt;br /&gt;
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7. &amp;nbsp;Teaching is fun. &amp;nbsp;I love nothing better than planning an interactive lesson that engages the kids and we all learn something in the process.&lt;br /&gt;
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8. &amp;nbsp;I am constantly learning new things. &amp;nbsp;From professional development days to study groups to good old &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/"&gt;Pinterest&lt;/a&gt;, I am always learning something new.&lt;br /&gt;
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9. &amp;nbsp;Teaching is busy. &amp;nbsp;If ever something in my personal life is getting me down, I need to look no further than work to take my mind off of it. &amp;nbsp;Between the lessons that I am preparing and teaching to the twenty plus kids that are calling my name, I don't have a minute to think about any of that stuff.&lt;br /&gt;
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10. &amp;nbsp;I love working with kids.&lt;br /&gt;
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I didn't even mention the fact that I get summers and holidays off to spend with my kids. &amp;nbsp;Don't get me wrong, it is a great perk. &amp;nbsp;The truth is, I would be a teacher even if I didn't get that time off.&lt;br /&gt;
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Jack the teddy bear also makes an appearance when he wants something, like his sister's Leap Frog Explorer. &amp;nbsp;He tilts his head to one side, gives you the eyes and asks in the sweetest voice you ever heard. &amp;nbsp;When he doesn't want to walk anymore, he gets all snuggly and tries to make you forget you are carrying around a heavy load.&lt;br /&gt;
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But our gentle giant can also be a grizzly bear.&lt;br /&gt;
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When he is tired, the littlest things can bring his voice to a growling octave.&lt;br /&gt;
If he loses at hockey or Hungry, Hungry Hippos or any running race, the bear in him comes out.&lt;br /&gt;
When we have to leave a playground before he is ready, get the tranquilizer gun, the grizzly bear is back and it is not unheard of him to scramble away like a bear.&lt;br /&gt;
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Do you have a grizzly bear at your house?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179631583653942954-8363333484252438000?l=www.schwartzchronicles.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/KQjdQd/~4/8G15w91wFGI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/KQjdQd/~3/8G15w91wFGI/grizzly-bear-or-teddy-bear.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L4dIKb0giKg/TwpvAFJhKRI/AAAAAAAACbI/QZqvlyROyG4/s72-c/jackteddybear.jpeg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.schwartzchronicles.com/2012/01/grizzly-bear-or-teddy-bear.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179631583653942954.post-1211268301502228862</guid><pubDate>Sat, 07 Jan 2012 05:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-06T21:15:20.922-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">it's all about me</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">one little word</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">deep thoughts</category><title>2012 One Little Word</title><description>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Adobe Garamond', 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Thanks to my inspiring friend &lt;a href="http://janicenovkam.typepad.com/blog/"&gt;Janice&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://aliedwards.com/"&gt;Ali Edwards&lt;/a&gt;' blog,&amp;nbsp;this will be my fourth year of choosing one little word to guide me. &amp;nbsp;The first year I chose a word (embrace) more because it sounded good and not because it really suited me. &amp;nbsp;The last two years I have chosen words (grow and move)&amp;nbsp;that meant something to me and carrying those words with me have helped me remain focused and become better in different areas of my life.&lt;br /&gt;
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My word this year is&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;CHOOSE&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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I want to choose to live with less. &amp;nbsp;I recognize that buying things makes me happy. &amp;nbsp;I go to a mall and the smell of retail makes me giddy. &amp;nbsp;I am working on living with a budget that suits me and allows me some entertainment without going overboard.&lt;br /&gt;
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I want to choose to simplify where we live. &amp;nbsp;It is easy to get overwhelmed with clutter and stuff and things we don't need. &amp;nbsp;I am going to make an effort to de-clutter, give away and sell the things that are sitting in the back of storage closets.&lt;br /&gt;
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I want to choose to let things go. &amp;nbsp;I hold onto things. &amp;nbsp;When something bothers me, I carry it inside and it makes me miserable and sometimes I take it out on other people. &amp;nbsp;I need to either speak up for myself and voice my concern or let it go. &amp;nbsp;I am still working on letting go of my awful Canadian Tire customer service experience. &amp;nbsp;It's going to take a while.&lt;br /&gt;
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I want to choose my food indulgences carefully and know when to stop. &amp;nbsp;I literally ate my way through December. &amp;nbsp; I don't think I said no to a single pastry the whole month.&lt;br /&gt;
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I want to choose to move. &amp;nbsp;In the last half of 2011, I fell off the wagon in terms of exercise and being active. &amp;nbsp;I feel so much happier when I work out regularly. &amp;nbsp;Physical activity contributes to my overall well being and happiness.&lt;br /&gt;
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I know this seems like a lofty list. &amp;nbsp;But here is the thing that is great about one little word, it lives with you for the year. &amp;nbsp;If you let it, your word stays with you through thick and thin. &amp;nbsp;Sure there will be moments where I may not live up to each and everyone of these goals, but by inviting this word into my life for a whole year, I have twelve months, 366 days to make change. &amp;nbsp;Change that will be for the better.&lt;br /&gt;
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&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 your 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;em style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;There are so many possibilities&lt;/em&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;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Adobe Garamond', 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Have you chosen your word for 2012?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Adobe Garamond', 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;In honor of Friday and being friendly, I am linking this post with Bruna's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Adobe Garamond', 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.beeswithhoney.com/2012/01/lets-bee-friends-with-julie/"&gt;Let's BEE friends&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179631583653942954-1211268301502228862?l=www.schwartzchronicles.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/KQjdQd/~4/pjM1C8YvfKQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/KQjdQd/~3/pjM1C8YvfKQ/2012-one-little-word.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.schwartzchronicles.com/2012/01/2012-one-little-word.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179631583653942954.post-8534238031315285614</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Jan 2012 05:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-03T21:27:32.616-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">deep thoughts</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">family fun</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Monday listicles</category><title>A Kid Friendly New Years</title><description>We had a great time on New Year's Eve. &amp;nbsp;At the last minute, we found an excellent deal at the &lt;a href="http://www.marriott.com/hotels/travel/bvuri-residence-inn-seattle-bellevue-downtown/"&gt;Residence Inn Marriott in Bellevue&lt;/a&gt; and decided to whisk the kids away for a last minute rendezvous. &amp;nbsp;The kids enjoyed every minute of it and loved the idea of a New Year's party where they could go a little crazy stuffing their faces with jujubes and corn chips. &amp;nbsp;"This is the best party ever" and "I love New Year's" could be heard through mouthfuls of chewy candies and salty treats.&lt;br /&gt;
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Throughout the course of our little family's celebration, I was struck by the little things that reminded me that this was a kid focussed New Year's and because it is Monday and lists are on my mind, I compiled a little check list.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;You might be at a kid's New Year's Celebration if:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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1. &amp;nbsp;On the car ride to your destination, "Party Rock Anthem" is not blasting on the radio, instead Alvin and the Chipmunks are singing their rendition of "Hot N Cold." &lt;br /&gt;
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2. &amp;nbsp;The New Year's party takes place at a &lt;a href="http://www.imaginecm.org/index.html"&gt;kid's museum&lt;/a&gt; from 12-4 and there is a water table, face painting, balloon animals and make and take party hats.&lt;br /&gt;
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3. &amp;nbsp;Lunch consists of cold grilled cheese sandwiches, warm cheese strings and a slice of pizza to go.&lt;br /&gt;
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4. &amp;nbsp;Upon arrival at the hotel you jump into your swimsuits and head for the pool. &amp;nbsp;No time to relax here.&lt;br /&gt;
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5. &amp;nbsp;You stay until the bitter end, but your not at a bar, you are at the play place at a local mall.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kid's Cove at Bellevue Square Mall. &amp;nbsp;Image courtesy of &amp;nbsp;nwsmalladventures.com&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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6. &amp;nbsp;Your romantic New Year's Eve dinner is at the mall food court. &amp;nbsp;You inhale a wrap while trying to convince your kids to eat some pasta. &amp;nbsp;I guess that pre-dinner cupcake did the trick.&lt;br /&gt;
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7. &amp;nbsp;Your drink of choice is sparkling juice, the non-alcholic kind. &amp;nbsp;Thanks &lt;a href="http://janicenovkam.typepad.com/blog/"&gt;Janice&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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8. &amp;nbsp;You are in for the night and relaxing in your pajamas by 7:30.&lt;br /&gt;
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9. &amp;nbsp;You ring in the New Year at 9:00 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;
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10. &amp;nbsp;You turn out the lights in your hotel room at 9:01 p.m., to calm down the kids and get them to fall asleep and you wake up three hours later.&lt;br /&gt;
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Joking aside, we had a great time. &amp;nbsp;I love nothing more than heading out on a last minute unplanned get away. &amp;nbsp;We packed as many activities as we could into those two days. &amp;nbsp;I look at that family picture above and I feel happy and fortunate and love. &amp;nbsp;I feel warm and fuzzy. &amp;nbsp;I am lucky. &amp;nbsp;Happy New Year.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am linking this post over at Stasha's place for &lt;a href="http://www.northwestmommy.com/2012/monday-listicles-27"&gt;Monday Listicles&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;Normally I am a rule follower, truly I am. &amp;nbsp;But this week, I went off the rails.&lt;br /&gt;
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A quick rap up of the comings and goings of our Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;
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My parents looking so sweet in their Christmas hats.&lt;br /&gt;
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T'was the night before Christmas and I managed to get both kids to wear their Christmas pajamas. &amp;nbsp;The cookies were laid out, the milk was poured and the carrot was peeled for the reindeer. &amp;nbsp;Kids all ready to be tucked in for the night.&lt;br /&gt;
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Christmas morning. &amp;nbsp;Opening gifts and exploring new toys.&lt;br /&gt;
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We hosted dinner. &amp;nbsp;Our village was at it again. &amp;nbsp;Everyone lent a hand in some way or another to get dinner on the table. The gravy was being whisked, the potatoes mashed and the turkey being carved. &amp;nbsp;Others were setting the table, laying out napkins and organizing chairs. &amp;nbsp;Still others were loving up on kids and playing with new toys and games. &amp;nbsp;It came together beautifully. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;"Rejoice with your family in the beautiful land of life." -Albert Einstein&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179631583653942954-2102575867072566921?l=www.schwartzchronicles.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/KQjdQd/~4/Oj2V2PMnFns" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/KQjdQd/~3/Oj2V2PMnFns/visions-of-christmas-past-wednesday-of.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HYVx3y-6Iwo/TvvbbjT1PSI/AAAAAAAACXg/PB_Y-u8j8NQ/s72-c/IMG_4135.jpeg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.schwartzchronicles.com/2011/12/visions-of-christmas-past-wednesday-of.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179631583653942954.post-6741091241130238719</guid><pubDate>Tue, 27 Dec 2011 05:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-26T22:49:55.026-08:00</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><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Monday listicles</category><title>2011- Year in Review</title><description>At the end of last year, I did a&lt;a href="http://www.schwartzchronicles.com/2010/12/best-of-2010.html"&gt; best&lt;/a&gt; of and &lt;a href="http://www.schwartzchronicles.com/2010/12/worst-of-2010.html"&gt;worst&lt;/a&gt; of 2010. &amp;nbsp;This year I decided to change it up a little and make a list of ten things in 2011 that were pivotal in my world. &amp;nbsp;My list ties in nicely with this week's &lt;a href="http://www.northwestmommy.com/"&gt;Monday Listicles&lt;/a&gt; theme hosted by the lovely &lt;a href="http://www.northwestmommy.com/about-my-good-life-2"&gt;Stasha&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;If you like lists, you should hop on over, check out her list and the lists of many others. For even more fun, add your own list to the mix. &amp;nbsp;The more, the merrier.&lt;br /&gt;
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1. &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Two Hosers Photo Show:&lt;/b&gt; Captain Canada started co-hosting a &lt;a href="http://www.allanattridge.de/ehsquared/hosercast/hosercast.html"&gt;weekly podcast about photography&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;The podcast has had a big impact on the pictures that he takes. &amp;nbsp;I am fortunate that I get to use his photos on this blog and I have plenty of photos to use to create memory books and other artifacts. &amp;nbsp;I have also spent a lot of time in front of the camera and have perfected my picture face, which works out pretty well, if my eyes are open.&lt;br /&gt;
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2. &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Terrible Twos:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Jack turned two in March and I was once again reminded of the highs and lows of living with a two year old. &amp;nbsp;They are cute and funny and completely unreasonable.&lt;br /&gt;
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3. &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Loving up on Seattle:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;We spent three days in&lt;a href="http://www.schwartzchronicles.com/2011/11/to-seattle-with-love.html"&gt; Seattle&lt;/a&gt; in March and we were downright smitten. &amp;nbsp;We went back four more times in 2011, three times with our kids and once for an adult only get away. &amp;nbsp;There are hands on museums and kid friendly restaurants and wine bars, quality shopping and quaint coffee shops, truly something for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;
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4. &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Date days and date nights:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; We started going on regular date days and nights when grandparents were in town to babysit. &amp;nbsp;We even went on some overnight get-aways. &amp;nbsp;It is amazing the love you feel for your kids when you have been away from them for a day or two. &amp;nbsp;Quality time with your hubby is also a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;
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5. &lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tent Camping: &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;We purchased some camping gear and embarked on our &lt;a href="http://www.schwartzchronicles.com/2011/07/we-did-it-tent-camping-with-two-kids.html"&gt;first tent camping trips&lt;/a&gt; since having kids. &amp;nbsp;It is truly amazing watching kids make up games and entertain themselves with sticks, rocks and mud. The weather was glorious for both trips and the kids sleep was relatively well. &amp;nbsp;Survey says there will be more camping trips for us in 2012.&lt;br /&gt;
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6. &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;She's Four: &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Sarah turned four in May. &amp;nbsp;She is becoming more independent and sometimes she can even be reasoned with. &amp;nbsp;But her high drama act has not diminished. &amp;nbsp;Two days ago she was in her closet wallowing in self- pity and singing a song titled, "Mommy and Daddy love Jack more than they love me." &amp;nbsp;So there's that.&lt;br /&gt;
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7. &lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sleep Training:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; So I am not sure that it was &lt;a href="http://www.schwartzchronicles.com/2011/07/our-version-of-sleep-training.html"&gt;real sleep training&lt;/a&gt;, but after laying with both kids to fall asleep for over a year, we said enough is enough. &amp;nbsp;We spent most of July and some of August slowly weaning our kids off their need for us to lay with them to fall asleep. &amp;nbsp;That being said, we still sit in their rooms for ten minutes every night to help them fall asleep. &amp;nbsp;Baby steps, baby steps.&lt;br /&gt;
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8. &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Blogaversary: &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;I celebrated the &lt;a href="http://www.schwartzchronicles.com/2011/05/bloggy-blogaversary-post.html"&gt;one year anniversary&lt;/a&gt; of this blog in May. &amp;nbsp;I am so happy that I started this blog and enjoy looking back on how it has grown and changed. &amp;nbsp;I &amp;nbsp;love the opportunities this blog has given me to connect with old friends and new friends and I look forward to many more posts.&lt;br /&gt;
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9. &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Bloggers for Boobies: &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;I did the &lt;a href="http://www.schwartzchronicles.com/2011/09/bloggers-for-boobies-run-for-cure.html"&gt;Run for the Cure&lt;/a&gt; this year with a group of bloggers, many of whom I had not met before. &amp;nbsp;I had not done an organized run since before having kids. &amp;nbsp;The weather on the day of the run was beautiful and I really enjoyed running through our beautiful city for a good cause. &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://lilahbility.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amanda&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;was the perfect running buddy, matching me stride for stride while grooving to her music and that made it that much more fun.&lt;br /&gt;
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10. &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;40. &lt;/b&gt;I turned forty in November. &amp;nbsp;I think I have taken it in stride, so far. &amp;nbsp;I mean I haven't bought a corvette or run off to Las Vegas to be a go go dancer.&lt;br /&gt;
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What about you? How was your 2011? &amp;nbsp;What was pivotal in your world? &amp;nbsp;I would love to hear about it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Amanda from &lt;a href="http://www.lilahbility.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lilahbility&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Bianca from &lt;a href="http://bitsofbee.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bits of Bee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Bruna from &lt;a href="http://www.beeswithhoney.com/"&gt;Bees with Honey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Nadia from &lt;a href="http://www.mamaandthecity.com/"&gt;Mama and the City&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Stasha from &lt;a href="http://www.northwestmommy.com/"&gt;The Good Life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Sue from &lt;a href="http://cookieschronicles.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cookie's Chronicles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I have gotten to know these lovely ladies on twitter through 140 character bursts of chatter and through reading their blogs. But aside from my friend, Amanda, I had never met them in person. &amp;nbsp;As I drove to dinner, I imagined what it would be like. &amp;nbsp;I hoped that I wouldn't trip and fall as I approached the table or spend the whole night smiling with spinach in my teeth. &amp;nbsp;I am happy to report that I did not trip and if there was any spinach in my teeth, it was gone by the time I got home. &amp;nbsp;It was a great evening. &amp;nbsp;So much fun to chat with fellow bloggers about blogging and life in general.&lt;br /&gt;
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1. &amp;nbsp;Meeting people you have only ever chatted with online can feel like a first date.&lt;br /&gt;
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2. &amp;nbsp;I do like hugs.&lt;br /&gt;
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3. &amp;nbsp;I really need a pair of black boots.&lt;br /&gt;
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4. &amp;nbsp;Martial arts is definitely something I would like to look into for my kids.&lt;br /&gt;
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5. &amp;nbsp;While I think I know about blogger domains and design, I have a lot to learn.&lt;br /&gt;
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6. &amp;nbsp;When it comes to sleep and kids, we all have our trials and it feels good to share those stories and know you are not alone.&lt;br /&gt;
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7. &amp;nbsp;There are very steep hills in White Rock. &amp;nbsp;Remind me to never go roller blading there.&lt;br /&gt;
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8. &amp;nbsp;When you go to a Tweet Up, you may not tweet at all.&lt;br /&gt;
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9. &amp;nbsp;A night out with a group of women that you have a lot in common with, is not only fun, but also inspiring.&lt;br /&gt;
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10. &amp;nbsp;How soon until we can do it again?&lt;br /&gt;
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It is Friday and I like meeting new friends, so I am linking up this post with our lovely host Bruna and &lt;a href="http://www.beeswithhoney.com/"&gt;Let's BEE Friends&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;Head over to meet some new friends and read some favourite posts from the past week.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;The Sibling Rivalry To Do List:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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1. &amp;nbsp;Opening the door when we leave the house.&lt;br /&gt;
2. &amp;nbsp;Getting into the bath first.&lt;br /&gt;
3. &amp;nbsp;Getting out of the bath first (funny no one fights to get washed first)&lt;br /&gt;
4. &amp;nbsp;Choosing the morning t.v. show first.&lt;br /&gt;
5. &amp;nbsp;Sitting on Mommy's lap when stories are being read&lt;br /&gt;
6. &amp;nbsp;Getting your room chosen to have bedtime stories read in.&lt;br /&gt;
7. &amp;nbsp;Getting the first chocolate out of the advent mitten.&lt;br /&gt;
8. &amp;nbsp;Finding Fisbie (elf on a shelf) first.&lt;br /&gt;
9. &amp;nbsp;Being the lucky recipient of Mommy sitting in your room first when it is time to fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;
10. &amp;nbsp;Getting the most snuggles from Mommy.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now I know this is all completely normal and I am sure it happens in most families. &amp;nbsp;But, being the referee gets tiring and constantly trying to remember whose turn it is and who went first last time is down right exhausting. &amp;nbsp;I have been known to be the fair police. &amp;nbsp;I know that life is not fair, but in my job teaching kids and with my own kids I try to keep things as fair as possible. &amp;nbsp;I am learning that being fair is not necessarily equatable and the equal is not always fair. &amp;nbsp;This is hard for me wrap my brain around. &amp;nbsp;So it is no easy task for kids to accept either. &amp;nbsp;When Sarah sees Jack getting carried, she wants to be carried too. &amp;nbsp;When I try to explain why he is being carried and she isn't, she doesn't buy it at all. &amp;nbsp;She only sees him being carried as taking away from attention and love that she wants. &amp;nbsp;This has manifested itself into her refusing to dress herself or get into her pajamas on her own on many occasions recently. &amp;nbsp;Both tasks that she is perfectly capable of doing on her own. &lt;br /&gt;
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So I am throwing it out there and asking for tips, tricks or advice. &amp;nbsp;What do you do in the face of sibling rivalry? &amp;nbsp;How do you keep it fair?&lt;br /&gt;
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Happy Friday. &amp;nbsp;I am linking this post up with &lt;a href="http://www.beeswithhoney.com/2011/12/lets-bee-friends-with-germaine/"&gt;Let's BEE Friends&lt;/a&gt; hosted by the lovely &lt;a href="http://www.beeswithhoney.com/about/"&gt;Bruna&lt;/a&gt; over at Bees with Honey.&lt;br /&gt;
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Santa put the reindeer down for a nap and then read a story.&lt;br /&gt;
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My photographer was armed and ready.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sarah oohed and ahed at all the right parts. That's my girl.&lt;br /&gt;
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Jack stayed in the stroller almost the whole night except to get out and watch&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #393737; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Svend and Jens, the Scandinavian Christmas Elves. &amp;nbsp;They do a show every hour and Jack watched the show not once, but twice. &amp;nbsp;If they had t-shirts, guaranteed he would have bought one. &amp;nbsp;It is a funny show, check it out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Princess Sarah needed transportation for part of the night I was &lt;strike&gt;not thrilled&lt;/strike&gt; happy to oblige.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;It wouldn't be a trip to the &lt;a href="http://www.vandusengarden.org/"&gt;Festival of Lights&lt;/a&gt; without a few funny elf pictures.&lt;br /&gt;
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The &lt;a href="http://twohosers.com/"&gt;Two Hosers&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;get elfed out.&lt;br /&gt;
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