tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45834789918612934112012-02-03T15:59:31.357+01:00The name of "The Stone Rabbit" comes from a little stone rabbit we were given in Senegal. We had recently arrived with our 10 week old son to our new home and decided to take a walk along the beach road near our house. We came upon a man at a little stand at the side of the road selling small stone statues. He gave us this little stone rabbit as a welcome gift to our baby boy to his country. It has seen better days, but still travels with us to each new place.The Stone Rabbithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08147763692430539012noreply@blogger.comBlogger921100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583478991861293411.post-54940497117689755952012-01-29T19:26:00.001+01:002012-01-30T06:22:13.844+01:00

Talking to our oldest son about politics as he asked what the difference is between Republicans and Democrats and he also asked about our beliefs. We told him that what we believe is not based on an individual or a party, but that on some issues we each would probably be labeled in one way and on another issue we would be labeled in a different way. To us it is most important to talk about, think

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Another post that is rather K-centric here. When K was young he went everywhere wearing a bike helmet. We got to the point where he understood he could not wear it in the water or for bed, but there were nights where I would have to let him fall asleep with it on, then take it off as he slept. He just loved his helmet. I'll never forget the first time he went to synagogue without his helmet on;

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We made it back from London. The doctors helped us to figure out what was going on, why it was happening, how long it would take to get better and what we should do to help that process. And, we ruled out various nefarious causes, much to my relief. While in London, K caught a stomach virus (probably at one of our doctor visits). He was vomiting for 3 days and nights. So, we spent the majority

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In my attempt to edit my post, I appear to have lost it, on so many levels...We are ending the first day of our Journey to London. K, my four year old son, and I are here to hopefully get some answers to the prolapse that recently reappeared. London is rather an intimidating city to this suburbanite. About the only thing cosmopolitan with which I I ever felt at ease involved vodka and cranberry

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Oh my dear Stone Rabbit, what has become of you? I know, I know. . .Somehow just fading away from the blogosphere here. Time to TRY to change that. So, where were we? Well, I can tell you since London we've been home just working and playing and a few other things in between. Hanukkah Harry was very kind to my boys. I think I am still regretting the megaphone voice changers. Hmmm. . . We've

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When we got back from London, we took K to the dr. and got some Abuteral, it was just getting so bad. And, then K had another problem, a prolapse of his intestine. He's been symptom free for a few weeks now. We have a Bulgarian Doctor in charge of our unit, with an American PA. At first, they told me he would need an endoscopy. Then, after the local Gastroenterologists said she wouldn't or

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Ok, I know it has been AGES since I last posted on this blog. It just got away from me. I guess I'll catch up over the next few days or so and see if we cannot catch up. So, where to start. . . London: My husband had a conference in London back at the beginning of October, so we decided to tag along. We went a few days ahead of the conference so S could join us in some sight-seeing. We started

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Oh my goodness, what a day. The morning started off in a panic attack as the money from our PTO book sale wasn't adding up. As PTO Treasurer, it falls on me, especially since I'm the one who did the final count. YIKES!!!! I went to recount cash this morning. I counted it the day of our event, by hand. So, this time I went to use the cash counting machine. Lucky for me the numbers, this time, did

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So T came home from his first week of school with a paper about getting to know his new classmates. We are at a school largely attended by expats, as such a 25% turn-over in students each year is not uncommon. So, these type of getting-to-know-you exercises are very important. On this one, there were 14 special items and the kids each had to find different classmates that matched one of the items

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So my kids have to take fluoride supplements here at post as the water is not fluoridated. The doctor gave us a pill bottle with a new type of child safety cap. For the life of me, I cannot get the stupid bottle opened. However, my 8 year old has no problem doing it. Last night hubby tried opening up the bottle and decided it was broken, so cut-off the lid. So when did child-proof lids turn into

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Warning, this post might be considered more PG-13 as opposed to my normally G and PG rated postings. . . I just watched the clip of Anderson Cooper laughing at the sophomoric puns he was making in regards to the recent "peeing on the plane" incident perpetrated by Gerard Depardieu. Yes, even at 41, I find this kind of thing funny. I don't know why, but I do. And, so, it got me thinking about

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I recently read the GAO report on Overseas Comparability Pay (found at http://www.gao.gov/htext/d11772r.html) and, as a Foreign Service family member, would like to point out a few things. First, hardship pay and danger pay were implemented before locality pay was instituted back in 1990. As far as hardship pay goes, the intent was to provide financial incentive and compensation for Foreign

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My Mom passed away earlier this week. This is something I wrote during the 27 hours it took me to rush home to her funeral. Rest in peace Mom. When I was a little girl, my Mom had a brain surgery to fix a neuralgia. This was the beginning of a decline that she would never escape. I have a few memories of Mom really being Mom, being a person not ruled by mental and physical illness. These

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Today I looked in the mirror and saw a tired old woman staring back at me. Yikes! I suppose allowing my 8 year old to have a sleepover with seven friends for his birthday is enough to age anyone. What in the world was I thinking?!!!! I'll look again tomorrow and hopefully lose a few years.

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We've been posted to many countries over the last 13 years. There are a lot of factors that go into whether or not I like where I’m living. And while a great school for the kids is top consideration, I find that what makes a post wonderful for me are the friends I make. A few postings have stood out in this regard. And, I am so glad to say that our current posting is one of them. Every so

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So, we had our Spring Fair at T's school. The weather was beautiful, we had some great events (Zorb balls, sumo costumes, pony rides, bouncy castles and the list goes on), we had a wonderful turn-out and the PTO made some pretty good money for next year. All in all a great day. But, it gets even better (for me at least). . . . At the Fair, we were having a raffle with some really great prizes,

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This morning before we went to a friend's house for lunch, I took a Zyrtec to battle some allergy issues that started this week. While at lunch, I had 1.5 glasses of wine over a 4 hour period. Well, let me tell you, by the time we got home, I was so tired I just couldn't keep my eyes open. I tried to stay up, but by 6 PM I was done and just had to go to bed. Now, if I had been able to just

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Ok, ever since we joined the Foreign Service, I've noticed something in every country we've been stationed. . .the locals look at me like I am downing a bottle of poison should I ever put ice in my drink. Apparently, much of the world believes that drinks are not meant to be cold and certainly never ever should include ice. Well, I'm not changing my ways on this. Nothing beats a frosty mug,

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My baby, my big guy, one in the same to me. But, I know my almost 8 year old is not a baby. He is a good kid. He, like his parents, is small for his age. I don't know if this is the reason or if there is another, but a neighborhood bully is starting to really bug the heck out of me. What hurt T the most, however, is that when this bully threw a basketball at him, his friend followed suit. It was

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Ok, so when we adopted our second dog (Sophie) from the streets of Portugal, I promised that would be it. We would never have more than two dogs and would one day return to being a one-dog-only household. I have seen so many strays since that promise. Though each and every one tugs at my heart, I have recently met a stray that somehow tugs even more. She is so skinny and probably pregnant. I

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Ok, nothing like a three year old child to hit you with reality so often that it finally becomes common place and almost comical. You see, awhile ago K was learning about his grandparents, and when asking where my Dad was, we honestly told him "Mommy's daddy is dead." Oh my goodness, what a huge mistake that was. He is so trying to grasp the concept that the questions keep coming. Every day,

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Last night hubby and I went out to dinner with three couples and had such a fun time. It was so nice to have a dinner with adult friends, eating adult food , having adult conversations. These folks always just crack me up. Oh my goodness, we really need to do that more often. So, in this case, just because you can DOES mean you should. When we returned home, we found out that the power

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So, we went to Borovets again. This time hubby was able to come along. Last time we were there we stayed at a hotel right on the slope. It was exceptionally convenient is so many ways, but the rooms were a bit tired looking and it was quite noisy at night. So, this time I booked us an apartment, which was better kept, more spacious and much quieter. We arrived at our apartment, not realizing

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It finally happened. We anticipated the day would be coming at some point, but didn’t know when. Well, today is the day. Parents in Sofia be warned, if your kid talks with my 7 year old much, your child might just come home and start asking about DNA, birth canals, eggs, sperm and a special, very close hug that only adults can do. Of course, they could just as easily come home and start talking

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Ok, so one more post about our trip. We stayed at the same hotel in Borovets where the kids from school met-up with their ski instructors each morning. It was the most convenient place to stay, and I'm all for convenience. Our room had a double bed for me and bunk beds for the boys. The lobby was nice enough, but the rooms were in need of some work. Still, we were there to ski not stay all day

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Peace and quiet at last. K is going to try hockey lessons today. He’s been skating for a year and recently started insisting on wearing some of T’s old gear too. So, with the coach’s agreement, we thought we’d let him try the real deal. I loved my few days away with the boys, but it is so nice to have Dad take them and just have a quiet peaceful morning alone for a couple hours!!! So, don’t

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Oh dogs, my dear, dear dogs. Sometimes I wish we had a mute button for you. Every single time a shadow of movement is seen outside it's "woof, Woof, WOOF." And we don't have tiny little yappy dogs. We have big dogs, which means loud barks. And, not just any big dogs, but two old big dogs who are going blind. Heck, we come home and they are barking up a storm until we walk in the door and

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I made no New Year’s resolutions. Yes, I have a goal of trying to make healthier food choices and exercising. Yes, I have a goal of trying to get back to being more involved in school stuff. Yes, I have a goal of learning some basic Bulgarian. But, no, these were not resolutions. Rather, these are just things I've wanted to do. So, I will start the job as PTO Treasurer in February. I will

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It seems I'm really on top of this thing for awhile, then well it just goes on the back burner. We are just finishing up two weeks of winter break. Today my youngest goes back to school and tomorrow my oldest returns. We stayed home for the break and just enjoyed the kids not having places to go and things to do ALL THE TIME. But, of course, our last weekend of break was filled with lots of

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Yes, I know, never in a million years did I ever think I would be considering allowing my seven-year old to have a cell phone. But, here's the deal. . . First, in our compound there are two houses he goes to a lot, one moderately, and three every once-in-awhile. If one friend isn't home, T goes to check in with another friend. I make him come home to tell me whenever he is switching venues,

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So every time I drive K to his new school, we pass a couple things that I keep thinking I just have to share with everyone on our blog. 1. On our compound, they are building another building that will house four very small apartments. We've been watching the construction from day one. Here's the first thing we noticed, they use cinder blocks in the building of the walls of the house. Not so

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We've been told that it is ok to use credit cards at the bigger chain grocery stores. So, for the last two weeks, I've done this without problem at two different stores and I never needed my PIN. However, today I went to a different grocery store (the one closest to my house of course) and, guess what, they needed my PIN. Only, I don't know my PIN, I've NEVER needed it - not here, not there,

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Dressed in my lilac gown (thanks Julie for having such great taste), wearing my new heels and my amethyst necklace, I descended the stairs of our home to my three year old asking me if I was a princess? I have to say there is absolutely nothing to make you feel more beautiful. Or feel really bad, when he tries to hug you with pizza hands and you tell him "don't touch Mommy baby." Well, off to

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You can call me a chicken if you like - if the shoe fits afterall. Yes, it's true, I bought a pair of 4" stilletos for the Marine Ball. Well, I decided to not wear them afterall. I ordered them from Amazon.Com and really they just weren't what I was expecting in terms of going with my ball gown. In addition to a lot of height on a heel as thin as a chopstick, they are patent leather and have a

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Warning: Going to get up on my soapbox here. . . Dear Political Elitists* of both parties; Your view is the right view for you, but you must realize that everyone feels that their view is the correct one. And, as difficult as it would be to persuade you away from your long held beliefs, understand it is equally as hard to persuade others from their beliefs. Please remember that we are all

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I just did the most STUPID thing! If you've seen a picture of our home, it looks like a mansion. In reality, it is anything but. The "house" is actually split-up into four units. Underneath is a garage, with each unit having its own garage space. There is a garage door for the entire "house," but no garage door for each individual unit. It is a windy, rainy, yucky day today. GSO (aka our

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We celebrated our Halloween early here in Sofia and boy did we celebrate. T was sick on Thursday and still a bit Friday morning, so missed school for two days. But, wouldn't you know it, his fever was gone and he was feeling so much better by Friday evening - just in time for the Embassy Halloween party. My boys dressed as clones (big surprise). T was dressed as Commander Cody and K went as

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So, we've been trying to teach K his colors and he does know the difference between his colors, only not the correct names. So, here is the K translation: Cookie Monster = blue Elmo = red apple = green banana = yellow orange = orange (this is where it all began) He is, at least, consistent with his interpretation. Now to just get him to insert the correct names. Now to prove that we are not

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So, yes, ok, we have a housekeeper. I pay about $80/week to have her come 12 hours/week and it's great, mostly. You see for the last few weeks we've been sick A LOT and so I started worrying that this coincided with Tamara's start date with us. Now Tamara is a Russian living in Bulgaria for many years. We share absolutely no common language. So, expressing my concerns is difficult. But,

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Potty training T was so surprisingly easy that I decided I would use the same method for K. With T, we never pressured. We put kid potties in all the bathrooms and encouraged him to use the potty before bath time and always told him how proud we were of him when he went potty. The first time he went to the potty on his own initiative, Thomas the Tank Engine (aka Daddy at work) called him to

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First and foremost, before discussing our latest (and admittedly trivial) dining discovery, I would just like to say what an absolutely wonderful miracle it is to see the progress of the rescue of the Chilean miners. I cannot even imagine being trapped under the ground or having a family trapped like that. I have never heard of a case where miners have been rescued after such a very long time

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Ok, so I've been asked to share the story of Skate the Snake. Skate was the imaginary friend created by T when we lived in East Timor. T was 2 ½ years old when Skate first appeared in our lives. It’s kind of a funny story how T met Skate. You see, in Dili (just like in Rio) there is a huge statue of Jesus atop a hill (called Cristo Rei). So, on nice days, we liked to walk to the top of the

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K is my youngest son and this post is all about him. He's not been so happy with the "going to school" situation. He wants more than anything to go with his big brother. As much as K is attached to and wants to be with Mommy, big brother TRUMPS ALL. Unfortunately, hubby's job will not pay for K's school until he is in kindergarten. And, big brother's school wants 665 Euros/month (about $920/

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We did not know exactly what to expect when we came here in regards to hockey (actually in regards to most things). The season started a few weeks ago and boy are they serious about it. Even the young kids are "encouraged" to attend 4 days/week (two after school days, Saturday and Sunday). We just cannot do that, but T goes on the weekends for sure and then tries to go one day/week if his Dad

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So, after having this blog for awhile now, I've decided to take off some restrictions. Since inception, I've had it set-up so that search engines couldn't find it. Basically, the only way to know about it was if someone told you about it specifically. I'm loosening the reigns a little for now. Though I go back and forth on this. We will see. . . Yes, I have some breaks between postings.

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I just got run off the road by a big white truck. Luckily, the baby and I were not hurt. I was driving up the mountain road to our house, as a truck was driving down. I had no place to pull off to allow him to pass. So, I slowed as best I could and TRIED to pull off as best I could, hitting a cement pillar/marker in the process. Better to hit the cement marker than to hit a truck head-on,

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Last night we went to Seiji's boss's house for Rosh Hashanah dinner. She took the day off to prepare and I helped. Hubby was in charge of the office in her absence. Normally our youngest son (YS) goes to Embassy care for only a 1/2 day a few days/week. But, today he stayed for the full day, so I could be free to help prepare the dinner. Dinner was to be at 6 PM. Only, hubby had to stay late

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Well, our sea freight arrived, almost all of it anyway. We had a few damaged items and a few missing items. Our biggest loss was an 11x13 Persian carpet we bought while stationed in Pakistan over 10 years ago. Of course, the boys think the most devastating loss was the missing power cord to the Wii. Talk about disappointment. So, now all the boxes have been unpacked. But, this is a point

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Ok, so it’s been awhile since my last posting, so sorry for the few of you out there who actually read this thing. . .We've been here almost 6 weeks now and here's what we've been up to. . . We took the boys on a hike up Vitosha Mountain - just from the top of the Gondola ride to close to the top of the "walking trail," more like climbing trail in spots. Yes, it was a little more challenging

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So, we have this spot in our yard where you plug in a garden hose. Only, it's not a spicket, but rather a hole in the yard, under a cover, with a snap on plug. Apparently, you are supposed to just snap on your hose to the plug and the water will start flowing. There is no on/off mechanism, just when you pull off the hose, the water will stop. So, I tried to hook-up our hose to the plug, but I

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So, last night, we went out to dinner in downtown Sofia, my first time to the old downtown section. There were some beautiful OLD buildings there, including government buildings, churches, a mosque and a synagogue. I also found out we are actually only a 6 hour drive from Istanbul, a 6 hour drive from Dracula's castle and a 5 hour drive to the Sani Beach Resort in Greece. Hmmm, the wheels are

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Today, after my language lesson, we headed home. However, the route I know was blocked by construction. Dare, I trust Richard (our GPS)? Hmmm???? Well, what choice do I have? Wouldn't you know it, today he worked. No weird small rocky roads, yeah! Richard led me to another main road a few miles away and then I was home. Richard, you are redeemed in my eyes (for now, so don't push your luck

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So, today I had my first introduction to Cyrilic. Here's the gist of what I got today. A, E, O, K and some M are the only letters that are what they seem. M with points are M, but any M written with rounded top are T. B is V H is N. X is H (or more like a gargle) C is S P is R U or a mirror image of N are both I U with an accent on top is Y 3 is Z Cursive N is P 4 is Ch W is Sh And, those are

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Today, I took the boys for a visit to the school. It is beautiful, albeit warm (they don't have A/C). I guess in Bulgaria, you really don't need A/C all that much, so. . . Anyway, on the way home, I went the route I know well. However, I let Richard (that's the name of our GPS voice, hence the name of our GPS) chime in with his suggestions as well. I knew there was a short-cut coming up that

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We had the most beautiful, freakin awesome day today (mostly). We had heard there was a gondola that goes up to the ski resort, not too far from our house. So, today, we set out to find it. It is not only close to our house, it is just two miles away. We have NEVER lived two miles away from a ski lift. We take the gondola up. It is a LONG way up, but so beautiful. We see some very twisty,

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Seiji speaks Bulgarian very well. I, on the other hand, not a lick. Though I hope to change this through language classes at the Embassy, those lessons have not yet begun and reading in Cyrillic is totally lost on me. Our previous, and first, trip to the grocery store, Seiji was with us. But, today, I took the boys alone. We did pretty well until we got to the pastry counter (a promise to

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Ah, maybe we are in the honeymoon period (probably), but so far I gotta say we are really liking it here. Our home is in an area surrounded by green lucious foothills and it is just breathtaking. It is so wonderful to have such a refuge and to have that refuge be our home. On our second night in town, our social sponsor (a very nice couple, without kids), took us to out for dinner. The food

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We made it, yay!!!!!It was a long journey to get here, but we all made it. When we arrived in Sofia, we expected long delays at the airport clearning the dogs. But, it was very quick and easy. The Sofia airport was nothing like we expected. It was rather new looking, clean and not overcrowded at all. We went to baggage claim to pick-up the dogs, expecting to have to see an Ag. Department vet

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Obviously, my boys like a certain Nick show about hockey players who have a band. But, this has nothing to do with that show. No this is about our big time rush and wait, rush and wait, rush and wait. . . .So, last week I was rushing around trying to put together a birthday/farwell party for the boys. They love LEGO Star Wars, but you cannot find Lego Star Wars decorations, cakes, etc. . .I

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Here we are less than a month away from our next move. Summer just started and it feels like it is flying by. Our day starts off at 6 AM with the baby yelling from his crib "get out, Get Out, GET OUT!!!" And, so, I go get him and bring him to my bed. He watches PBS Sprout while I get another hour of rest before my oldest comes sauntering in. Without pressuring, I try to encourage him to get

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For quite a while now, this has been happening and I still cannot figure out what the heck is going on. Usually, my deepest sleep doesn't happen until very early morning (3 AM and beyond). So, if a little noise occurs in the midnight hour, there is a good chance it will wake me up. For several months now, I've noticed that someone honks their car horn sometime between midnight and 2 AM.

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The other night we went to our favorite little Mexican/Tex-Mex fast food joint in town--Guapos. Mmmm, we just love their rotisserie chicken!!!! As we entered the establishment, hubby and I were discussing/debating a topic. For those of you who know us well, I am the eternal optimist and hubby the pessimist. He accuses me of wearing rose colored glasses and describes himself by saying, "not only

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Oldest son has been taking lessons for a year and it is time to move on from my 20-year old keyboard. After much research we decided upon the Yamaha Clavinova 340. And, since I've been told that money does grow on trees, why not. "Come from" or "grow on" what's the big difference anyway.;) Ok, so if you know me well, you know I don't really think that way. Afterall, I've had that old keyboard

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Oh, my poor 1st grader. He is suffering with allergies something terrible this year. I took him to the allergist today and he had a bunch of tests on his back and some on his arm. His poor little welted back and arm!!! And, then, he went to school. But, on the way, we stopped at McD's for a milkshake. Such a brave guy, I thought he deserved it.So, he's allergic to ragweed, grasses, oak trees,

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Today, my dearest hubby actually surprised me for my birthday. He planned ahead, he didn't tell or hint a bit to me or the kids, and low and behold he totally pulled it off!!!! We had a lovely afternoon at Tim's Rivershore with friends in the area--friends from old schools, friends from old jobs, family from Oregon, and friends we've made here in town. Such a lovely mix and so cool to have them

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On Sunday afternoon, we skipped hockey and went to our local library because my 1st grader was a semi-finalist for the library's "Create-a-Bookmark" contest. The theme of the contest was "No Butts About Reading." In addition to handing out awards to winners, the author of the children's classic, "Chicken Butt" read the book to the whole group. Of course, now my two year old is going around saying

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Ok, I admit it, I have all kinds of great advice for my little cousin, but apparently I don't always follow my own advice.So, Cousin Courtney has been staying with us for a couple months while he decides if Virginia is really the place for him, before he signs a long-term lease somewhere. This comes with an added side benefit of being able to save some money for move-in costs for him and some

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At the mall the other day with oldest son (OS), we noticed the Easter Bunny waving to us as s/he walked along. OS was so excited to see her/him. And then, aforementioned Easter Bunny heads right to the bathrooms. Of course, Easter Bunnies need to use the bathroom too, but we've just never been confronted with the reality of it. Must've been some mighty big pellets. ;)Reading an article today, I

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So, we got some mail for our former tenants. I keep putting "return to sender," but it doesn't seem to help. So, I thought I would try to look up their current address and see if I could include that on the envelope in addition to "return to sender." Big Mistake. I found our former tenants' myspace page. Now, mind you, "no pets allowed" was part of their lease agreement.This is from their blip

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Our 1st grader is a classical music fan. It started in Kindergarten when his teacher would put on classical music during rest time and he just LOVED it! Then we shared the John Williams Star Wars CD with him. He even asked us to put that CD and the Henry Mancini Pink Panther CD on his MP3. Now, everytime we get in the car, he asks me to tune it to Classical WETA. Of course, how could you ever

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My little cherub, sitting here quietly, peacefully, watching his Wiggles before we head off to take brother to school. And, yet, lurking behind that peaceful, loving, oh so cute baby face is a GREMLIN! Yes, I admit I have a gremlin. We like to call him baby, but he prefers going by the names of either Star Wars, Luke, or Darth Vader. He must have been in his Darth Vader mode yesterday when he

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Oh, what has happened to me? Here I was today sitting listening to "Fresh Air" on NPR, driving in my SUV, with my two kids in their car seats in the back, donating money to various causes that make it easy and convenient to do so and not giving a bit of my time or effort to actually change anything outside of my little world that I profess to care about. I am exactly what I railed against only 10

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Ok, so I now have a blog and therefore should not have to say to hubby, "hey, are you still awake, I just thought of something silly. . ." But, of course, how I will remember these silly things if I do not speak them aloud to hubby the night before. So, here is an example to what he is subjected and now, oh joy, you are too! ;)If SINKs are "Single Income, No Kids" and DINKs are "Double Income, No

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The Blizzard of 2010, Snowmageddon, Snowpocalypse, Snoverkill and the names keep pouring in. To us, though, it doesn't matter what you name this storm, this winter season will forever be etched in our memories!Just as the last bits of snow piled along the side of the road from December's storm were about to melt, we were hit with two major snow storms this last week. The federal government closed

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Not quite the getaway I had in mind, but nevertheless I did have two nights and three days essentially to myself. Of course that does not include the nurses who kept taking my vitals every hour, changing the IV saline solution often, filling me up with pain killers (thank G-d for that at least), taking my blood on several occassions and then giving me blood. So, I went to the ER on Thursday

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First some quotes to preface my rant. Those who will not reason, are bigots; those who cannot, are fools; and those who dare not, are slaves. -Lord Byron You do not examine legislation in the light of the benefits it will convey if properly administered, but in the light of the wrongs it would do and the harms it would cause if improperly administered. -Lyndon B. Johnson The Rant The problem

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http://www.facebook.com/v/250175702077

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I decided to do a Shabbat dinner for the family tonight. I wanted a new recipe for roast chicken and thought I would try this one I found on Epicurious.com. I changed it just a little and it was delicious!!!!! I don't usually randomly share recipes, but thought this was too good not to share. One 3.5 pound kosher chicken (Note: Kosher chickens are already brined and of good quality, if you don't

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Whew, this last week just flew by! Mondays events have already been chronicled, but that was just the beginning.On Tuesday, we went to Baltimore Aquarium, which is lovely but not nearly as wonderful as the Monterey Bay Aquarium (at least in terms of kids activities). Still, the boys loved it, especially the Dolphin show and the Jellyfish exhibit. We had a great time, except for one incident. When

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The Caps lost. Not very often that they lose a home game. Still, our OLDEST SON (OS) had a wonderful time playing hockey at the Verizon Center. He didn't make a goal. I understand nobody did (something about the ice tonight must favor the Carolinians out there). But, I'm sure it is a night he will remember for a very long time. We were not allowed to take video, but the Coach was allowed and so

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As a child, my parents told the story of the Hanukkah Man, who delivered presents to my brother and me. Somehow, he would slip into our house as we lit the Menorah and leave a present for each of us in the hallway. This is such a wonderful memory for me and I want the boys to have it too. So, we continue on with the story. However, we've added some changes thanks to Jon Levin (sp?), we now

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So, for Hanukkah, I decided the baby needed a toy kitchen in which to play. So he could cook for me, while I cook for him (instead of him holding on to my leg while I try to cook).I looked around all the store ads and on-line to find the kitchen with the best reviews for the best price. This time, unfortunately for me, it was at Wal-Mart. At first, it appeared they were all gone as there were

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Ok, so I'm starting to wonder if hobgoblins have taken over my children during their sleep this week, so they can wake with fusing, complaining, procrastinating attitudes. Each morning this week, we've left for school later and later and later. The baby refuses to wear a coat or even a sweatshirt, cries for every toy in his brother's room that his brother of course does not want him to have and

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Besides the water park, one of our favorite activities at Great Wolf is the Magiquest game. The game entails using a magic wand to complete quests around the resort. There are check-in screens throughout the hallways to check your progress. Such fun, until you notice you are being followed by the daughter from the Adaams Family (Wednesday was her name, I think?).She was a 10 - 12 year old girl,

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The baby has decided to change his name to Star Wars. Whenever we call him by his real name, he gets so upset and insists, "no, Star Wars!" Ok, "Star Wars," wonder how long this one will last? Oh Vay!This weekend we went rollerskating with some friends. What a fun time. Even Star Wars got in on it. He was clearly the youngest skater there and did well for a two year old. Our oldest was very happy

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Ok, ok, I guess I really must like Target. Today, after dropping my oldest off at school, I asked the baby, "are you ready to go the gym?" Mind you, I was already really not in the mood to go! He says, "no gym, go to Target." I'm thinking, what a great idea. Didn't take much to convince me! As we pull into the Target parking lot, he keeps saying, "go to Target, go to Target." I guess the previous

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Dinner conversation with our hockey playng 6 year old the other night.Son: Girls really like hockey players.Me: Really, what makes you think that?Son: I don't know. . . .Son: I really like the penguins at the zoo, why didn't we visit the penguins last time we were in Portland.Me: I'm so sorry, we didn't have time.Son: Do you like penguins?Me: Yes, but I find the penguin exhibit at the zoo

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So, I have a variety of "pet names" for the baby all having to do with monkeys, because he's a monkey! I often call him "monkey man." This morning we were at Radio Shack. They were having trouble with their computer system, so we were standing around waiting, waiting, waiting. My two year old started to wander off just as the cashier thought he was finally ready. So, without any thought of who

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Well, we are having quite a dillema in our home with our two year old. He has some Spiderman summer clothes that he loves. He is now refusing to wear anything else. I tried dressing him in warmer Spiderman clothes even, but he wouldn't have it. He is a strong, wiggly little bugger. I spent 20 minutes getting him to put on pants instead of shorts. After much crying, and struggling, I finally

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After reading my friend's blog about the pain and suffering she endured to sew on the cub scout badges, I was in great fear! I mean, if my amazing friend with all she does and all she accomplishes had trouble, how in the world could I ever hope to get those dang badges attached to my son's uniform--no way, no how! So, when ordering my boy's cub scout shirt from scoutstuff.org, I was surprised to

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Here it is 1:25 AM and I still am wide awake. Too much caffeine today I guess.We started off our day at the hockey rink where my littlest one actually took apart his trains (he carries 4 with him wherever he goes, along with blue elephant and a fake cell phone) and gave two of the trains to a little girl to play with by his side. They used the bleachers for tracks and played together for pretty

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Ok, so my oldest joined cub scouts and even though he has so much on his plate as it is, he just LOVES it. I think promises of BB guns, fishing and camping have a lot to do with that. Last weekend, he went to the Cub Scouts Day Camp and sure enough, they had BB guns for all to try. He learned about safety and wore special goggles and learned to shoot, earning a badge for his efforts. My husband

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