So, I’m beginning to notice some trends in my readership numbers, and I thought that it was time to find out if, perhaps, my readership is down some days because you just aren’t interested in certain posts, and then cut the fat.
So, today, if you wouldn’t mind…please take a second to vote.
Let me know which regular feature is your favorite and I’ll see what changes might need to be made!
A 70 degree Saturday means 3 mile family walks, driveway hockey for hours, and just being together in freshest air.
All of which means I’m not behind the computer.
So, on this lovely Sunday, I’m weekending.
Hope you all are enjoying your own weekend.
Tiny came to a birthday party with the rest of us, to Chuck E. Cheese on Monday.
(Don’t worry…I didn’t forget anyone.)
For the first time, he’s old enough to do something besides have me carry him around.
It’s not much, but he felt like he was 7 and was so proud of himself sitting in those rides.
Big boy.
I think both have their place.
I think both are important.
So, both. 🙂
I am not a car girl.
I’ve never been one for knowing about all different kinds of cars.
For me, generally, if it runs and gets me from point A to point B, I’ve been good to go.
My first car was a used 1985 Nissan Pulsar.
Totaled it one snowy afternoon at college in Ohio, after having just driven back from New Jersey.
Everyone was fine, but the thing crumpled like a tin can.
My next car was a used 1992 Oldsmobile Achieva.
Her name was Isabella and I loved her.
Sold Isabella and bought a new 1997 (? Real Man might have to help on the date for this one) four-door Honda Civic.
Loved that car.
Then we got married and had Monkey Girl and man-oh-man did my back ache from bending over and putting the car seat in and taking the car seat out.
So, we bought a minivan, and then I inherited Real Man’s Ford Expedition.
My life has not been a string of luxury cars.
Practicality has led the charge.
However, yesterday, this car passed me on the road.
And I was smitten.
I can tell how smitten I was by the mere fact that I bothered to look at the make and model of the car and look it up when I get home. (It’s an Audi R8)
It took my breath away as it drove by me, and for the first time in my life, I decided I must have a car.
I could imagine myself zooming down the road, felt the smooth ride, and dreamed about hugging the curves of the road.
I. Love. This. Car.
Then, it turned up in a book I was reading, and reading about the characters driving it solidified my love.
So, considering the almost $200,000 price tag, I’m forever amending my answer to the question, “What would you do if you won the lottery?”
My first answer was always “Make sure we have enough money put away for the kids to get through college.”
However, now I’m thinking the kids can fend for themselves.
I’ll be buying this car.
Well, I’m not answering any questions today, but I am still sharing with you something that I might not normally have shared.
I was looking through my iPhone photos, the other day, because I’m now over 1,000 photos, thanks to some help from Baby Monkey who thinks he is the next Annie Leibovitz.
I came across a photo that I desperately wanted to delete, but then decided not to delete because it might be cool for Tiny to see someday.
When I was pregnant with Monkey Girl, I took a picture of myself every month to show the growth of my belly.
I did the same with Monkey in the Middle and Baby, but, as you can imagine, they were lost with the great computer crash of 2009.
With Tiny, I’ll be honest, it never crossed my mind.
And then I came across this picture and realized a few things:
1. Thank God that kid was 3 weeks early. I don’t think there was any more space in there for him.
2. The last month of pregnancy is exhausting.
3. Boy babies suck the beauty out of you just as much as their girl counterparts do.
4. Perhaps people weren’t as out of line as I thought they were when they asked things like, “Haven’t you had that baby yet?”
5. It doesn’t matter how many monkeys I have (and I will only have 4 for the rest of my life) I will always want more.
6. I loved being pregnant. (This isn’t news…I just remember how much I loved it when I look at this picture, even though this is, apparently, what I look like when I am pregnant.)
7. Pregnancy is a freaking miracle and although I know the science behind it and how it all works, I’m completely amazed (and endlessly grateful), all the time, when it goes right.
8. I’m a very, very lucky woman.
So, here it is.
I’m normally not a sharer of things like belly pics, as I think they are quite personal.
And this could be one of the worst pictures ever taken of me, which is why it made it to Truthful Tuesday, which is about the good, the bad, and the water retention.
However, I’m all covered up here, so I’m going with it.
And that’s the truth.
There’s a community out there.
It’s a virtual community, but it doesn’t make it any less real or cohesive than one in the “real world.”
It’s the community of bloggers.
Those of us in the blogging community visit each others blogs and comment and become connected to each other through the sharing of our lives.
And sometimes…sometimes…
We send each other awards.
One such award is the Leibster Award.
As Mad Hen at Fluff and Feathers (who was gracious enough to bestow this award upon me!) puts it:
Liebster is a German word, meaning dearest or beloved, but it can also mean favorite. Â The idea behind the Liebster Blog Award is that it is given to talented and/or loved bloggers who have less than 200 followers in order to create new connections and to bring attention to these wonderful blogs!
There are some conditions to accepting the award. Â One is to acknowledge and thank, through a link, the blogger who was kind enough to nominate you and to cut and paste the award onto your own page. Â Another is to pass the award on to other deserving bloggers.
And so, I’d like to pass the award on to the following bloggers and ask that my readers check out their blogs. These are blogs that I read every day and that inspire me in one way or another. I hope you enjoy!
thismummaslife which is written by Krista and is just a great blog about mothering and living and being real that brings a smile to my face every day.
beauty that moves which is written by Heather. I just want to crawl through my computer screen and go live in her house. The photos she takes of her home and surrounding area are simply gorgeous. (Out of the guidelines, as she has way more than 200 followers, but I want you to go see why…she’s earned every one of those followers!)
Dear Mr. Vernon which is an entertainment blog written by Shane, an old friend from high school. It is extremely creative and SO well-written. It’s a new favorite.
You’ll have to excuse my nepotism with this last one…it’s my sister-in-law, Alicia’s, blog, Why we yell It’s a bit of this and that and is a glimpse into the mind of a mother of 7.
So, please visit these blogs, even if it’s just for today. Good stuff, all of them. 🙂
As I make dinner each night, Tiny plays with the doors between the kitchen and the dining room.
I have given him toys.
I have given him books.
He wants to play with the doors.
He swings them back and forth, back and forth.
Until he accidentally closes them.
Then, he’s like a caged animal.
“Mama! Mama!” he yells.
“Who dat? Who dat, Mama?” he yells.
“Who dat,” is what he says when the phone rings or the doorbell rings.
I think he’s using it, in this context, to ask me to look on the other side of the door, see who it is, and open the darn thing up.
So, usually, I wind up finishing what I’m doing, because I know he’s not going anywhere, then going all the way around, through the living room, into the dining room, and sneaking up on him from behind.
I pick him up, move him away from the doors, re-open them, plunk him in the middle of his toys and by the time I’m back at the stove, he’s back at the doors again.
And it’s a safe bet, within the next three minutes, I’ll be responding to the call of “Who dat, Mama?” once again.
It may go away again, as Mother Nature seems to be teasing us relentlessly this year, however, for a few days, at least, spring has sprung in Northern Jersey.
My favorite part about spring?
Seeing these adorable little arms and legs and Barney Rubble feet in sandals:
Seeing the lankiness of this guy, all arms, legs and bones, unfettered by the sweats that he insists on wearing all winter:
Seeing this girl drop the iTouch and get excited about going outside and playing with her brothers.
Not everyone is digging spring.
SOME people can’t play outside until Mommy is done making dinner and it makes SOME people very angry.
Of course, if SOME people would learn how to walk, they’d have a little more freedom to play outside because they’ll be less likely to put everything in their mouth because they won’t be at mouth level, but that’s a post for another day.
However, overall, the windows are open, the breeze is flowing in and life is good.
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