My Real Life

January 31, 2011

Never Happy

Filed under: Uncategorized — Amy @ 11:13 am

I was going through the photos on my iPhone this morning, when I came across this one:


And, if I remember correctly, there was just as much bitching and moaning (mostly on Facebook) from everyone about this type of weather, as there is about the weather we are currently experiencing.

So, just a reminder…soon enough, it will be burning hot around here and you’ll all have something else to complain about.

In the meantime, enjoy the snow and the cold!

And, remember…in the winter, you can always add an extra layer.

In the summer, there’s only so much you can take off before you get arrested.

January 29, 2011


Filed under: Uncategorized — Amy @ 9:29 am

On Wednesday morning, my team put together a clothesline of baby clothes for me.

It was a wonderful surprise.

By the time you get to baby #4, heck, by the time you get to baby #2, you don’t expect gifts or a fuss.

So, imagine my surprise and appreciation to have these adorable little clothes hanging in my classroom.

My girl students immediately began writing on the board “Happy Baby Day” and my boy students immediately began wondering what the heck was going on.

It was fun and exciting and just a really nice reminder that something big is happening soon.

I looked at those clothes all day, and when I took them down and held them in my hands, I couldn’t believe that soon, I will be holding someone small enough to fit inside of them!

It’s absolutely amazing, and I can’t wait!

January 28, 2011

Five Question Friday

Filed under: Five Question Friday — Amy @ 6:08 pm
1. If you had $1,000 to donate to a charity, which would you choose?
Tough call.  My friend, Mark, walks in the AIDS walk every year.  So, that’s an option.  Family members have passed away from cancer, so the ACS is also an option.  My father and I suffer from diabetes, so that’s an option, as well.  St. Jude’s Children’s Research hospital does amazing work for children, so that’s an option.  I think I need a million so I can divvy it up better.

2. Snow days: Do you welcome them happily or are they a pain in your butt?
I welcome them happily.  I love to have a day to play with my babies, and their excitement is contagious.  I don’t understand, at all, people who moan and groan over snow days (unless finding child care is an issue, then I certainly understand their concern).   More time with the kids.  Never a bad thing.

3. What talent did you wish you had and why?
I wish I knew how to play a string instrument.  Particularly the cello.  So soulful.  So mournful.  Just love it.

4. Are you a news, politics or celebrity gossip junkie?
Wish I didn’t have to answer this, but I’d have to go with celebrity gossip junkie.  Always have been. 

5. What is your favorite “cocktail”? (Are you a beer person, a kiddie cocktail junkie, or perhaps your more the “Cosmo” kind?! Anything flies…doesn’t hafta be alcoholic!)
Shirley Temple, baby.  My Mom’s Dad used to make me a mean Shirley Temple every time we were at their house.

January 27, 2011

It’s Snowver

Filed under: Uncategorized — Amy @ 8:34 am



As of today, folks, it’s Snowver.

I can’t believe the amount of snow we’ve had and it is only January.

And, I realize that everyone is writing about the snow.

And, I realize that I live in New Jersey and we get snow in the winters.

In fact, when I was a kid, I feel like we got more snow than this.

I remember, Gail and I, playing in snow that was up to our necks.

Of course, this could just be the memories of a child, a little skewed by time.

Anyway, last night dumped a lot on us, and while I don’t relish the thought of being in school until July,  I’m happy to be home, safe and sound with my babies.

January 23, 2011

Good Things Come in Small Packages

Filed under: Uncategorized — Amy @ 3:51 pm

So, I love Entenmann’s chocolate chip cookies.

The soft baked kind.

I have always loved them.

Our love is deep and true and goes back many, many years.

However, it is a forbidden love, and I don’t often indulge, because, faced with a box, it is difficult to pace myself.

So, imagine my utter delight, today, when I was at Target and in the dollar zone were these:

One dollar for a mini-box of Entenmann’s chocolate chip cookies.

Bought a box.

Just one.

Got home and cracked it open.

Oh, save me!

Not just a few cookies, but a boxful of delicious, soft-baked, chocolate chip goodness.

I thought there would maybe be 5-8 cookies inside.

There were, like, 15.

They were delicious.

Now, I need to try very hard not to go back to Target ever again.


January 22, 2011

Five Question Friday…On Saturday

Filed under: Five Question Friday — Amy @ 10:45 am
1. Where did you meet your spouse and did you instantly know it was love?
I met him my Junior year of high school, at lunch.  I had seen him around, so I knew who he was, but we didn’t start talking until our Junior year.  See, Kim had lunch 4th period and I had gym then.  Kim had gym when I had lunch.  So, I cut gym and went to lunch with Kim, and then I’d do attendance with Kim during her gym (she had knee problems) and the gym teachers would remember seeing me, so I’d get out of the cuts.  Kim, Real Man, our friend Joe, and I all sat together.  Real Man was absolutely the cutest boy I had ever seen and was smart and funny and sweet and kind. I asked him to go to the prom with me and the rest is history.  (Okay, well, not exactly, but sorta.)  We started out as friends, but that blossomed into love.

2. What is your favorite room in your house?
The living room.  I love sitting on the couch when the sun is coming through the picture window and reading.  It’s a spacious, uncluttered room (most of the time) and it’s just relaxing.

3. Can you wiggle your ears?
Yes.  Yes, I can.

4. What is your evening ritual?
Dinner.  Clean up and make the lunches for the next day.  Read to the kids.  Put the kids to bed.  Watch some tv and hang and chat with Real Man until we fall asleep.

5. How many hours of sleep do you need to function?
As a Mom, I can get by on very little sleep.  Eventually, I need to catch up, but I can go a few days on just a few hours.  This will be evident soon as we begin doing the nighttime dance of no sleep with the baby.


January 21, 2011

Every Day of My Life

Filed under: Uncategorized — Amy @ 10:02 am

We recently had to get a new cable box.

With the new box came 3 free months of HBO and Cinemax, so we’ve been catching up on movies.

This morning, we have a snow day, and while the kids are happily playing, I decided to check out a documentary called “Every F*&^ing Day of My Life.”

It was a documentary, chronicling the last days of a woman who killed her husband after 18 years of horrifying abuse.

She was sentenced to 10 years in jail.

Her oldest son has 5 years in jail.

He helped with the killing.

The father abused everyone in the family, but the mother, the worst.

The story was truly unbelievable and sickening.

The descriptions of the abuse from the boys.

The way the woman described the abuse in such a detached manner, because after 18 years, it was just what her life had become.

The neighbors knew.

Some called the cops, but the husband had threatened to kill the kids if he was ever arrested and so when the cops would arrive, the family would say everything was fine.

There was even a spot in the woods called “The Kill-Me Spot” where the husband would take the wife once or twice a week, with a machete and give her 10 seconds to convince him not to hill her right then.

I’ve been crying for an hour.

So often, we say “I don’t understand why she wouldn’t just leave.”

“Why wouldn’t she just tell the cops what was happening?”

I think those of us who say that have no idea what it would truly be like in that situation, and those statements, alone, are a way of placing blame on the woman.

I watched this morning and was just astounded at the evil that lives inside some people and the incredible resilience and strength that lives inside others.

As she was taken to jail to begin her sentence, she said she went to jail with a happy heart because she knows that her children would never be hurt again.

She wishes she could be with them, but sacrificing her presence for their safety was the best way she could protect them in the end.

I don’t really have a point to this particular post.

I was just so sickened and yet moved by this story.

A reminder to not take a good life for granted, definitely, but also a reminder of how pervasive this problem really is in our society.

We can’t turn a blind eye.

January 20, 2011

Stretch Armstrong

Filed under: Uncategorized — Amy @ 3:42 pm

I’m human.

Skin and bone.

However, I’m beginning to think that, perhaps, my stomach is made out of something entirely different.

The same material that my Stretch Armstrong was made from, when I was a kid?

(Loved that toy)

And, this is a good thing.

Because some days, I’m curious how it continues to stretch, and not break.

Love everything that is going on inside it right now.

And curious exactly how much bigger it’s going to get!

January 19, 2011


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My kids love to look at themselves in the mirror.

Truth be told, if I looked like them, I’d probably be checking myself out all the time, as well.

They can spend hours in front of the full-length mirror in my room.  Just looking at themselves, this way and that.

Get two of them in front of the mirror, good times commence.

Get all three of them?

It’s a narcissistic marathon of cuteness.

January 17, 2011


Filed under: Uncategorized — Amy @ 5:21 pm

Oh yeah, I’m nesting.

Nesting like Big Bird.

Nesting like a pterodactyl.

With the whole possibility of a January baby looming, Real Man spent the weekend moving around the furniture in the bedrooms.

Used to be that everyone had their own room.

A luxury we no longer have space for.

So, Monkey Girl had the biggest room.  We took both boys and moved them into her room.

Then, we moved Monkey Girl into Monkey in the Middle’s room (which was her old room before Baby Monkey came along, and we never got around to changing the wall color from lavender, so she’s back in the girl colored room…not that I hold to boy/girl colors, but you know what I mean).

Peanut’s room, (which used to be Baby Monkey’s room) is now empty, until we get the crib back from my parents basement and until Real Man brings up the changing table.

Today, my Mom came over and switched around all the clothes in the closets and helped me organize the toys.

She was a lifesaver.

We ended up with 5 grocery bags full of trash and broken toys and two bedrooms in perfect order and another bedroom completely empty, ready to be filled with baby goodness.

Not to worry…I supervised everything from random beds.  My bed, Monkey in the Middle’s bed, Baby Monkey’s bed, Monkey Girl’s bed.  I took the whole “bedrest” to heart.  After all, they didn’t say I had to stay in MY bed.  Just A bed.

Feeling so much better about things now.

Like, now I can have the baby and not worry about anything.


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