tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72594052434185473492024-03-15T18:09:18.132-07:00Living in a boys worldA Little About Me . . .http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007025426896150925noreply@blogger.comBlogger177125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7259405243418547349.post-56300115550120072632011-08-25T06:00:00.000-07:002011-08-25T06:00:51.048-07:00A Good DayYesterday Noah and I had such a great day. This was a bit of a surprise to me since he didn't nap at all. Those kind of days are usually marked for disaster in every way possible; but fortunately his spirits were happy and content all the way through until bedtime . . . <br />
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After a couple of morning errands we came home just in time for lunch, the Little League World Series game (we've been following along faithfully), and some art. Noah and I had seen an art project on one of his favorite shows, <em>Calliou. </em>It looked easy enough and fun enough, so we planned on making it a part of our day. Boy was Noah giddy over the whole thing. And the best part, for me anyway, was just sitting with him and enjoying his company. Most days I am busy with chores or just stuff. I hear his little voice and chat back and forth with him all day long . . . But my attention is never just on him; being focused on his choice of words, his facial expressions, his content with just sitting with me and engaging in an activity. Noah is such a smart, imaginitive, and fun little boy - I feel so lucky to be able to spend these days with him. I need to remember to sit with him more, even amid the chores I have, and just <em>enjoy him! </em>Yesterday I did just that, and I wonder if that made all the difference in his good mood that lasted all day through.<br />
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So here's a conversation between Noah and I while we were painting . . . <br />
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<em>Noah: Mom, when is your birthday?</em><br />
<em>Me: It's soon, but mum-mum Judy's is before mine.</em><br />
<em>Noah: Oh, for your birthday I am going to buy you a surprise! It's going to be so great. I'm going to buy you a new muffin pan because daddy says that the one you use isn't good anymore. </em><br />
<em>Me: Oh really . . . Who is the gift for again?</em><br />
<em>Noah: For you mom! But it's a surprise! I'm not telling anyone, not daddy, or Nicholas, or mum-mum or Poly. Only you get to know my surprise secret.</em><br />
<em>Me: Oh wow Noah! Thank you for telling me :0) (Of course I have a huge smile of adoration on my face for this little boy at this very moment).</em><br />
<em>Noah: Your welcome mama. I only tell you because you're the one I tell all my secrets too!</em><br />
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Now that . . . made my day. Noah is the best!A Little About Me . . .http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007025426896150925noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7259405243418547349.post-34894616897285899352011-08-24T06:52:00.000-07:002011-08-24T06:52:10.331-07:00HelloYes hello . . . Has it really been over a month since I've posted anything on this here ole' blog? I suppose it has. We had a wonderful summer; and now we are back into the ole' school routine. Both the boys are now attending school; I now have a 7th grader and a pre-schooler. Wow! <br />
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Nicholas' attitude toward school is still the same, he doesn't like that he <em>has to go. </em>And Noah just <em>wishes he could go everyday. </em>These two are unbelieveably at different spectrums when it comes to school. But I, kinda, get Nicholas' attitude. I mean, really, what kid really likes school at this age? But I still try to encourage him to find something positive out of his day, out of his teachers, and out of his school workload. However, I don't think he has. A mom can keep on wishin' can't she? :0)<br />
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Oh and Mister Noah . . . This sweet and spunky boy of mine wants to be dropped off at the school curb :0) He really is Mister Independent, my heart swells with pride and breaks alittle too - all at the same time. Noah goes to pre-school 2 days out of the week for just a few hours. Everyday I stand outside his classroom and I can hear his little voice speak out of turn in pure excitement and delight. He absolutely loves going to school and when I walk into his classroom to wait for my hug he has the most fantastic and sincere smile on his face. He always looks happy to see me, yet when I ask him if he missed me, his reply has been the same since day one, "Hmmm no, not really." Well . . . As long as he was having a wonderful time then I am okay with that! But I sure miss him though!<br />
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Of course I have pictures of these wonderful milestones in our boys' life. But as luck would have it, our main computer is down and loading pictures onto Nicholas' laptop is a pain. I hope to have our main computer serviced shortly so I can share how handsome the boys looked on their first days of school :0)<br />
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I can't believe we are at the end of August. We'll be entering fall soon, ha - whatever fall is to Californians :0) I love summer, it's, easily, one of my favorite seasons. But I must say I always look forward to the changing of the seasons. <br />
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And now, on to get my 7th grader prepared for a productive day of school. Happy Wednesday and it's good to be back, blogging again! A Little About Me . . .http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007025426896150925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7259405243418547349.post-82554687445369097812011-07-10T08:34:00.000-07:002011-07-10T08:34:29.078-07:00Summer at the beachLast week felt like summer . . . The weather was <strong><em>very warm and humid! </em></strong>In order to escape the misreable heat, I packed up the boys and took them to the beach. Two times in one week, without Jay . . . Well I feel pretty accomplished. Now that Nicholas is older, he is able to help load and unload things. His help has been very nice and appreciated!<br />
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The beach was good fun, we went with friends this time and both the boys enjoyed themselves. I did too! Nicholas enjoyed riding the waves, digging in the sand, and just hanging with his baseball buddies. Noah really enjoys <em>jumping the waves </em>and it's so nice to see him filled with such delight! <br />
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The smell of the salt water, the sunblock, and the early bonfires burning reminded me of how summer is supposed to be. The ease in which the day unfolds, and the satisfaction in the simpler side of things. I love it! Being at the beach has been so relaxing and I have been loving every minute of it!<br />
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Here are some pictures of beach day 1 . . . <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nicholas 12 years old Summer 2011</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our little Noah boy enjoying the water!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I love his sweet, sweet smile!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lunch time!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Noah went in the water with his wetsuit :0)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Digging holes at the beach! What could be more fun!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Charfauros Brothers! Age 12 & 4</td></tr>
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Tomorrow is Nicholas' first All-Star game! It'll be fun to watch the team . . . they have been working so hard; dedicating so much of their time and energy on the field. Good luck to <span style="color: #0b5394;"><strong>TVALL All-Stars!</strong></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">Since I have been spending so much of my time at the baseball fields, I have been chatting with the other moms about books! Oh, how I enjoy hearing and discovering good reads. Last week I read <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Again-novel-paperback-missing-Scottoline/dp/B004T4LSK4/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1308921708&sr=8-2">Look Again</a> by Lisa Scottoline. It was the first time I have ever read one of her books. I have to say that I thorougly enjoyed it - so much so that I read it in a day and a half! After that I decided I needed to pace myself; I also felt bad for spending money on a book and finishing it up so quickly. So I took Noah to the library so we could check-out some books. We both walked out of there happy with our picks. He had a stack of 7 books high and I walked out with two books off the new release shelf. I checked-out <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Money-Class-Learn-Create-American/dp/1400069734/ref=sr_1_1_title_1_h?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1308921950&sr=1-1">The Money Class</a> by Suze Orman, and of course this was more of a reference read . . . I have no intention of reading it page by page. I'm interested, mostly, on the retirement chapter and, so far, it's pretty good :0). My next library check-out was <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Dancing-Lessons-Found-Passion-Potential/dp/0470640006/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1308922088&sr=1-1">Dancing Lessons</a> by Cheryl Burke from <em>Dancing With the Stars </em>television show. I have to say it was a really good read. I did my best to take my time and not read it so quickly . . . It's an easy read, but very inspiring; and I have always loved to read biographies/autobiographies. I believe, quite strongly, in the power of another's <em>life story - their life journey. </em>I don't watch that show, but my mom does! Faithfully! And now, I just might add that to the list of shows I watch :0) And finally, at the recommendation of my cousin I picked up <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Hotel-Corner-Bitter-Sweet-Jamie/dp/0345505344/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1308922369&sr=1-1">Hotel on the Corner of Bitter and Sweet</a> by Jamie Ford. OMG! This one is, <em>so up my alley of reading . . . </em>The style of writing, the historical fiction - I am just giddy about this summer read. It's a wartime-era novel, and I <em>am just forcing myself not to read it too quickly. </em></span><br />
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After my visit to Target yesterday, to pick up my latest book, I walked out with a strew of book titles on a tattered envelope I found in my purse. So, needless to say, I will not have a problem with what to read; rather what book I will read next!<br />
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And now, so my post today doesn't go without pictures . . . Here's what our week has been like in pictures!<br />
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<em>*We have been busy - so all these pictures were taken with my point & shoot camera. Not with my fancy-dancy one. So please excuse the unfocused, underexposed/overexposed, bland color looking pictures.</em><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Noah enjoying the party too!</em></strong></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>Happy Father's Day . . . Jay worked so we spent sometime with family! It's been a long while! </strong></em></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Dinner at Denny's without Dad on Father's Day! The kids enjoyed themselves :0)</em></strong></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Movie date with Ciara. Thanks for coming to visit us in Temecula!</em></strong></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Noah cooking breakfast for Nicholas! 2 frozen waffles - coming up!</em></strong></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>What a great lil' brother!</em></strong></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>A typical day at the fields . . . The 2011 All-Star Team!</em></strong></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Noah doing Nicholas' chores! Seems as though Noah is always doing something for Nicholas.</em></strong></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>An everyday occurence in our house . . . Nicholas irritating Noah to tears.</em></strong></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Tomatos from Jay's garden :0)</em></strong></td></tr>
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Happy Weekend!A Little About Me . . .http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007025426896150925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7259405243418547349.post-82479077025400716502011-06-16T05:38:00.000-07:002011-06-16T06:18:13.778-07:00Summer DaysSummer feels like it has finally arrived! The days are much warmer (the nights are still pretty cool, cool enough for a light jacket) . . . And lately we have been relishing in <em>sleeping in, </em>and just <em>hanging out! </em>It's been nice; but today, rather this morning I had to wake up early to start up some sort of routine again.<br />
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This is the third week of summer for Nicholas and it feels like we are just finally getting to enjoy the <em>easy-going </em>tone of the days. The first two weeks of summer were still spent very routined because of post season baseball. <em>And now . . . after a few days of no baseball we are re-entering another round of post season baseall. <strong><span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: large;">Nicholas made the All-Star team for the 2011 season!</span></strong></em><span style="color: blue;"> </span> We are so excited and so proud of him! Once again we are back to the fields :0) We love it, it's fun and we're excited for the days and weeks to come!<br />
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Nicholas has been hanging out with friends during the afternoons and it's been nice! Enjoying time with friends swimming and playing street wiffle ball means less time playing video games! Noah has been hanging with his brother and skipping naps, <em>it's all good</em>! This morning we're going to the movies; our local theater shows PG and G rated movies from previous months for $1. So we're headed there today! And then later this evening we'll be headed to baseball practice :0). <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>2011 Washington Nationals TVALL Division Champs!</em></strong></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Coach lucas talking with the team. A great coach and team that Nicholas will always have in his book of "great memories!"</em></strong></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Summer Days . . . Love that Nicholas' friends don't mind that Noah "rolls" with the them :0). </em></strong></td></tr>
</tbody></table>A Little About Me . . .http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007025426896150925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7259405243418547349.post-76601006494803926742011-06-06T07:47:00.000-07:002011-06-06T07:47:08.865-07:00Always Dream BigDo you remember, as a young child, what you used to dream about <em>being or becoming </em>when you "grew up?" Do you remember what it felt like when that dream felt so attainable and within reach? <br />
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Jay and I talked about this at dinner lastnight. Our greatest wish, for our boys, is that they never lose that <em>feeling inside them. </em>The feeling of passion to do something wonderful and great in their life. Children always dream big . . . And then something happens; the reality of life and its challenges quickly filter out those <em>big dreams. </em>I hope, with all my heart, that Nicholas and Noah go through life believing in their dreams; knowing that they will be the only ones that stand in the way of making them come true. <br />
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With that . . . I just want to share some of my favorite pictures of Noah's last Tball game. He is truly our "Lil Slugger!"<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Leading in the Little League Pledge</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Getting Pumped . . . :0)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our Lil' Slugger </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">On first base . . . Look how serious he is! </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sliding into home plate!</td></tr>
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</tbody></table>A Little About Me . . .http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007025426896150925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7259405243418547349.post-2381176762548256162011-06-02T06:38:00.000-07:002011-06-02T06:38:46.104-07:00The Perfect DayYesterday was the perfect day. It was perfect for all the ordinary reasons and something inside me was calm enough and in the moment enough to stop and really, really <em>appreciate my very blessed life.</em><br />
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There was no particular moment that made it perfect . . . Rather it was the little moments throughout the day that tugged at my heart. Reminding me that it really is the little things that matter.<br />
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It was the sweet tasting oranges we bought at the farmers market yesterday morning . . . <br />
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It was the sparkle in Noah's eye and the sound of his giggle when I gave him a chocolate mint after his lunch . . .<br />
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It was having Nicholas call me to ask if he could play with his friends in the neighborhood . . . <br />
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It was the quiet time I got to spend with Jay in the afternoon . . . <br />
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It was seeing the baseball fields busy as teams prepared for the upcoming tournament . . . <br />
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It was being in a carpool . . . <br />
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It was hearing Noah's laughter and excitement from our backyard as he and Jay filled balloons up with water . . . <br />
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It was the sight of pure bliss on Noah's face as he sat with his teammates during his team party . . .<br />
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It was the honest joy and pride in his eyes as Noah held <em>his very first trophy in his hands . . . </em><br />
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It was the sight of the water balloon fight between Noah's tball team and the parents. There was so much laughter and joy - it was a perfect celebration!<br />
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It was sitting by our firepit with Jay as we grilled dinner for our family . . . <br />
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As I got ready for bed I smiled and felt so blessed. I never dreamed of an extravagent life, but I have always dreamed of being a wife and mother . . . Having my days filled with the sound of my children's laughter and my husband at my side. That was yesterday . . . <em>It was just perfect.</em><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Noah enjoying his teammates!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Receiving his trophy. His squeal with delight was the best!!!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pre-water balloon fight . . . Siblings joined too. What a great time for everyone!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Noah and Jay battling! :0)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Noah getting his coach! And look at Jay in the background, he had no mercy on the lil' guys :0)</td></tr>
</tbody></table>A Little About Me . . .http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007025426896150925noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7259405243418547349.post-23544471132823192362011-05-31T07:29:00.000-07:002011-05-31T07:29:44.404-07:00Is it really summer . . .Today is the last day of May! <em>Oh my word! </em>Time sure has flown by. This past Friday was Nicholas' last day of school. It really didn't feel like the last day of school, it felt like <em>just another Friday</em> . . . This is the first time his school district has ended school this early; usually he's in school until the second week of June. He's happy to be home and be <em>done with school </em>a couple weeks earlier :0).<br />
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So summer is here . . . Oh what to do? We really have no plans at this point. Well, besides baseball. Today is Nicholas' last <em>season game, </em>before his team goes into the Tournament of Champions. Noah has one more game this Saturday. So we're still in basball mode. It's safe to say that it doesn't really <em>feel like summer just yet. </em><br />
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Our plans for summer vacation are all up in the air. We don't have anything set in stone just yet, but we'd sure like to get in our annual camping trip and Wild Rivers trip; not to mention a few trips to the beach! Nicholas has some friends that moved into the neighborhood and his summer days are filling up with bike rides, street wiffle ball, and hanging out at eachother's houses. <em>Oh to be young and filled with frivolous play :0) </em><br />
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Well for Memorial Day weekend Nicholas' travel team played in a tournament here in town. His team lost all 3 games, but it <em>was their first tournament . . . </em>It was an experience for the kids and it's only a matter of time; they just need a few more tournaments together under their belt. They'll do great; I just know they will.<br />
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Today . . . it's, <em>kinda, the official first day of summer. </em>The sun is out, and my days aren't really that much different then all the others. I have bathrooms to clean, laundry to finish, and meals to cook! However, I have a few projects around here that I'd like to get done . . . Projects that involve paint! <br />
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<strong><em>Happy 1st Day of Summer!</em></strong><br />
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This is also Nicholas' last week of school. I'm looking forward to the summer days ahead! The days of no routines, beach day, pool days and the smell of bbq! I can't wait.<br />
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I wanted to share 2 videos of the boys over the weekend. Both at the baseball fields . . . Enjoy!<br />
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I've been using this chocolate chip cookie recipe for years now! I like to try different ones, but I always come back to this particular recipe. It never disappoints. It's loaded with chocolate chips, it's fluffy, and it's sweet enough to put a smile on anyones face. I wish I could say that I created this recipe all on my own . . . It's from a cookie recipe book that was given to me years and years ago . . . When Nicholas was still a sweet-smelling toddler :0) I have since renamed this cookie recipe as <em>Auntie Mis' Chocolate Chip Cookies. </em>Every time I make these cookies I think of my 3 handsome nephews, Vincent Jr., SJ, and KJ. They never fail to tell me or show me, by the grins on their faces, how much they love and appreciate the <em>sweet treats </em>I bring along with me to our family gatherings. That is the beauty of homemade chocolate chip cookies . . . <br />
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<strong><em>Auntie Mis' Chocolate Chip Cookies</em></strong><br />
2 1/2 cups of flour<br />
1/2 tsp. baking powder<br />
1/4 tsp. salt<br />
2 sticks of butter<br />
1 cup brown sugar<br />
1/2 cup white sugar<br />
2 eggs<br />
2 tsp. real vanilla extract<br />
2 cups semi-sweet chocolate chips<br />
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Mix butter and sugar together until completely blended. Add eggs and vanilla extract. Add dry ingredients a little at a time. Mix well. Add chocolate chips and mix. Bake for 20 minutes in a 300 degree oven. <br />
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* I have found that these cookies bake well if they have been refrigerated overnight. Hope you enjoy this cookie recipe!<br />
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Of course I had to include a few pictures . . . Of the cookies and my assistant!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Assistant Chef . . . Or taste tester. Wherever he's needed :0)</td></tr>
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So . . . Noah is 39 inches tall and 39 lbs. in weight. During his examination he was given 4 shots and watched all 4 times as the nurse shot him 2 times in each leg. He is our <strong>brave boy!!! </strong>He didn't cry at all!<br />
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A few things about Noah at 4 years old . . .<br />
<ul><li><em>He is super independent</em></li>
<li><em>Almost always wakes up happy!</em></li>
<li><em>Has THE BEST imagination EVER</em></li>
<li><em>His favorite television shows are, Jake & The Neverland Pirates, Calliou, & Fireman Sam</em></li>
<li><em>Does a great job writing his name</em></li>
<li><em>Has excellent fine motor skills & hand-eye coordination. He can cut out, pretty much any shape</em></li>
<li><em>Love arts & crafts</em></li>
<li><em>Loves to play sports . . . He is super-awesome at baseball :0)</em></li>
<li><em>Loves his brother</em></li>
<li><em>Has a bad temper </em></li>
<li><em>Can ride a scooter just as good as a boy twice his age</em></li>
<li><em>Wants to take his training wheels off his bike</em></li>
<li><em>Is super friendly</em></li>
<li><em>Has the most clever thoughts & things to say</em></li>
<li><em>Has a niche for style (clothing) but still loves to "dress-up" in police, fire, military, & construction wear :0)</em></li>
</ul>There is so much about Noah, at this age, that I want to remember. The days just fly by and they grow so fast . . . <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Getting his eyes checked . . . All Good There :0)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Being Mister Cool. I wonder what he's thinking here . . . </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Following the nurse to the examining room . . . </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dad showed up to his appointment and he was so happy!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A special treat from dad for being Super Brave while getting 4 shots!!!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>A Little About Me . . .http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007025426896150925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7259405243418547349.post-42175526238410959022011-03-24T06:07:00.000-07:002011-03-24T06:07:19.837-07:00Baseball and a Birthday PartyAll I have, as far as recent pictures, are baseball pictures. I love looking at them; but if I post more on my blog . . . to the non-baseball eye, they'll all look the same. I suppose that's why I have refrained from putting up a new post. Not much has been going on around here; <em>well</em> besides baseball. <br />
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Well . . . <em>and I am</em> planning Noah's birthday party. In between laundry and driving the kids to and from, I have been cutting out pirate hats, practicing baking cupcakes, and practicing making a pirate ship cake. All, so far, have turned out well. <br />
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Noah's super, duper excited about his party this Sunday. My mom and Poly have been gracious enough to open their home up to having Noah's birthday bash at their house! He'll be having a jumpy, games, and a pinata. It's a dream come true for him! <br />
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We debated for several weeks on what <em>the birthday theme </em>would be. We went from Firefighter Party to Baseball Party, to All Sports Party, to Spider Man Party, to <em>finally, </em>a Pirate Party. Noah actually wanted a Jake and the Neverland Pirate Party, but that television show is new, so there weren't any of those party supplies available. We decided to go with a Pirate theme and after searching on the internet for something whimsical enough . . . I finally found something. Although it's a Pirate theme, I still wanted it to be little boy<em>ish! </em>Here's what I found . . . <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1fL3jFiEFk43jIOryHDtlBwtEnZvUGpHX2SfUMy389OAVA6tKz2eBLJz87M2rWtbbPYfH2PLqkkJRc_8isqgYWlvk28Wtnz3w5mK5qe2ld0WtG8bbLoW8DupXKCT9kPxV_ZQlD3Mbufk/s1600/pirate_cupcakes_web.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1fL3jFiEFk43jIOryHDtlBwtEnZvUGpHX2SfUMy389OAVA6tKz2eBLJz87M2rWtbbPYfH2PLqkkJRc_8isqgYWlvk28Wtnz3w5mK5qe2ld0WtG8bbLoW8DupXKCT9kPxV_ZQlD3Mbufk/s400/pirate_cupcakes_web.jpg" width="273" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I love the colors . . . the baby blue, red, and hint of black. So that's the color scheme. And per Noah's request, we're having Hamburgers and Hotdogs. I love it . . . pretty simple stuff. Perfect because my main goal is to have all my <em>focus and attention </em>on Noah . . . Enjoying <em>his day, his party, his time to turn the big 4! :0)</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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<span style="color: black;">It's no secret that our life is <em>crazy,busy </em>these days. Every single day of the week we have something going on. Mostly baseball related. We are truly aware of where we need to be, what time we need to be there and what we need to bring. And still it is crazy getting out the door - still we are frantic pulling out of our driveway, still we continue to arrive flustered beyond necessary. </span><br />
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We need to stop this. It's madness, pure madness! <br />
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Over the weekend my uncle and aunt visited with us. They actually came for Nicholas' game and afterwards came to our house to hang out. It was then that we talked about the 7 P's that he encouraged in his home. We decided to lose one P just because . . . :0) . Jay and I really want to try to be <em>more prepared </em>as we embark on such a fun time in our boys' life. This is just the beginning of having <em>2 boys</em> in extracurricular activities . . . We need to be more successful in our system :0).<br />
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Another busy week ahead. Here's to a smoother ride :0)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nicholas at Game #2 of 2011 season.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>A Little About Me . . .http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007025426896150925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7259405243418547349.post-10100398836572059822011-03-09T07:12:00.000-08:002011-03-09T07:12:28.829-08:00Crazy - Busy!It has been <strong><em>crazy busy! </em></strong>My house is a mess, our microwave is still broken (broken since Christmas Eve), and I am always doing laundry. It seems like that is the only time I am home . . . is when everyone needs clean clothes.<br />
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I'm not complaining at all. This is usually our busiest time of year - baseball! But now, it' all x2 because Noah is doing baseball. Not to mention I'm on the Little League Board, and Jay is still busting his buns working so I can drive everyone around to where they need to be . . .Bless his heart!<br />
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Everyone is having fun . . . and I'm happy. I'm just trying to <strong><em>keep up! </em></strong>In the last week and a half we have eaten out more than I'd like to admit. It makes me mad just to think about it . . . But with a broken microwave and constantly having to be somewhere I don't know how I'm supposed to feed my family - besides grabbing something to go. It's time to pull out the crock-pot!!!<br />
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Okay, gotta run. Another busy day!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">After Noah's first TBALL game :0)</td></tr>
</tbody></table>A Little About Me . . .http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007025426896150925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7259405243418547349.post-61662812977193409392011-02-14T06:16:00.000-08:002011-02-14T06:16:03.784-08:00A Southern California WeekendRight now, life as we know it, is baseball! It's so exhausting, so much fun, and super busy. Yesterday we woke up and went to church and then rushed to get Nicholas fed and back out onto the fields. And from there, it was, once again, non-stop!<br />
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Sometimes I think to myself, what will happen when the boys grow up? Right now every single moment is about them. Every decision we make, every dollar we spend, every plan we make is based on Nicholas and Noah. This isn't a complaint at all, it's the opposite rather; my two boys fill my life with such a joy, such a satisfaction in the life we are living. I <em>always </em>feel overwhelmingly blessed by the day to day happenings, the big and little things that make my life <em>as their mom </em>so filled! <br />
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After a long Saturday morning and afternoon of baseball practice the boys, literally, fell to the ground and became one with the grass! They laid there on the grass while Nicholas' travel coach led a little pow-wow about the practice. It was a beautiful warm day in Southern Cali . . . it was in the 80's. I was in flip-flops and from a distance I could see the snow-peaked mountains! Only in California :0)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I really love that all of Nicholas' teamates and buddies are sweet & kind with Noah. They all love him and treat him like their little brother.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Both boys slept good that night!<br />
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<strong><span style="color: #e06666;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">Happy Valentine's Day!</span> </span></strong>A Little About Me . . .http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007025426896150925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7259405243418547349.post-8321416919012076702011-02-06T06:40:00.000-08:002011-02-06T06:44:59.008-08:00All I could ask for . . .Has it really been 2 weeks since I've updated my blog? Sheesh . . . Life has been so busy around here. The boys are busy little bees and I've been all over the place trying to keep up with them! I must mention that I have taken on a position on the little league board and that has added to the craziness going on around here. But we are all good . . . exicted because baseball season has officially begun for Nicholas and Noah :0)<br />
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Let me back up a bit. This past Tuesday evening was cap night for our little league. I will quickly add that I was in charge of making this event happen . . . It's where we invite the entire league of players (over 200 boys and girls) to an event where we announce what team each player is on. Each player walks up to the stage and shakes their coaches hand and receives their baseball cap, much like how the NFL draft is set up. You can, surely, imagine our excitement for both our boys. But being that this was Noah's first year in little league . . . well it was just super-duper exciting! Noah's team was the first to be announced and when they finally announced his name he was so cute walking up to the stage! What melted my heart was when all of Nicholas' baseball buddies, some of the parents, and other friends we have made cheered for him as he walked up on the stage to receive his cap. Such a happy moment. And it was equally as fun watching Nicholas with all of his baseball buddies . . .all such great kids, enjoy, what is like, their senior year in this league. So there you have it; we have a tball player on the Diamond Jaxx and a majors player on the Washington Nationals. <br />
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Yesterday we got our first taste of what it'll be like for us this season. Noah had baseball practice at 10am until about 1145 and Nicholas had baseball practice at an entirely different field at 1215. So you can imagine that yesterday we were running around from one field to another with a cooler in the back of our van so we wouldn't starve along the way :0) Although it was crazy busy, I love it! I love it because my boys are happy and when I see them out running around I feel so completely blessed. My boys are healthy and happy and that's all I could ever ask for.<br />
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Here's to a good and busy baseball season!<br />
Pictures/video clips to come . . . I promise.A Little About Me . . .http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007025426896150925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7259405243418547349.post-8512762114408757942011-01-20T06:42:00.000-08:002011-01-20T06:42:33.317-08:00Don't Try So Hard!I take pictures every.single.day. Lots of pictures. Sometimes I try to get the picture perfect shot, sometimes I try <em>way too hard. </em>I notice when I don't try as hard, I am usually <em>way more impressed </em>with the pictures. Yesterday Nicholas came home from school and made plans to meet at the park with his buddies. Of course Noah and I met up with him later . . .<br />
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Of course I brought my camera. And I was enjoying the fresh air, the sunset, and living in the moment feeling so utterly blessed. I didn't think <em>too</em> much when I snapped these two photos. And guess what, they are easily my <em>daily favorites. </em>Have a look . . .<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is life as I know it . . .Nicholas always in motion, always swingin' away. I love it, I love the glimmer of the sun, I love him so much!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He smiles and my heart melts. He is adorable in every way. Boy do I love this lil' guy!<br />
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And there you have it! My two favorite guys in the whole wide world!<br />
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</tbody></table>A Little About Me . . .http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007025426896150925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7259405243418547349.post-65197803285064931582011-01-19T13:56:00.000-08:002011-01-19T13:56:41.050-08:00Happy WednesdayThis past weekend was a long weekend for both Jay and Nicholas. Jay was on a <em>five dayer </em>and Nicholas had both Friday and Monday off. It's rare that the days work out like that and it was nice to have them both home. We did a whole lot and then a whole lot of nothing. <br />
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Yesterday Jay and I went running. Boy it sure has been a while . . .woke up this morning feeling sore; but a good sore. I'm hoping today I'll be motivated enough to go for another short run. Yesterday I ran 2 miles in 22 minutes. I've set a goal for myself; I'd like to run 2 miles in 18 minutes by the end of March. <em>I'm hoping to reach this goal!</em><br />
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I've got lots to do today while Noah naps. Better get to it. Just wanted to pop in, say a few words and post pictures from our long weekend. Happy Wednesday!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Thursday we went to Nicholas' school to browse all the Egyptian Projects. Doesn't Noah look so proud of Nicholas!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Friday we went to the outlet and the boys went nuts over the hats there. Noah scored a Nationals hat in his size! </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Friday morning breakfast with the fam-bam! </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Noah being a goofball, as usual!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Saturday at the fields. Here's to Spring baseball 2011! Nicholas and his baseball buddies!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sunday was a lounge day. Besides leaving the house in the morning for practice, we stayed in all day and Nicholas played PS3 and listened to island music on his laptop :0)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tuesday's after school snack was a smoothie. The weather has been warm, warm, warm!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Love these reusable cups! Eco-friendly baby!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nicholas looks like such a teenager . . .sigh! </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My youtube babes . . .listening to island music. Love this picture of the two of them!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>A Little About Me . . .http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007025426896150925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7259405243418547349.post-33363013012599223982011-01-14T08:16:00.000-08:002011-01-14T08:16:24.321-08:00A QuoteThis quote is so fitting for the upcoming holiday, <em>Valentine's Day! </em>The day of love! I created this printout in photoshop and I'm going to frame it. <br />
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Last fall I bought a plain white 8.5 x 11 frame at Target. I bought it for a fall display project, and then switched it out for a Christmas printout. Now I'm switching it out and putting this in the frame. <br />
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The frame sits on my kitchen counter. I love the idea of switching out the decor or display from holiday to holiday. Or even just slipping in an inspiring quote. A Little About Me . . .http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007025426896150925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7259405243418547349.post-39338399601429412992011-01-11T06:53:00.000-08:002011-01-11T06:59:18.811-08:00Things Broken and OrganizationSo the New Year hasn't exactly started out the way I had planned or envisioned. I have barely <em>lived up </em>to my resolutions and we're only on the 11th of January! Sheesh! We have had so much going on lately and I have wanted to do so much . . . and I just feel like such a scatterbrain. <br />
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There are so many things that need <em>fixing </em>around here and Jay has been at work <em>alot </em>and I know he's feeling <em>overwhelmed </em>by all the things we're waiting on <em>him to fix!</em><br />
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To top it all off, our Christmas stuff is still half up! I know, I know! Awful huh! Today it's <em>all coming down </em>and I'm putting it in the front room. Hopefully when Jay comes home tomorrow he'll take all the bins down so I can store it away.<br />
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I'd like to mention all the things that are or have been <em>broken </em>around here. First our microwave (this has been since Christmas Eve), we've had a leak coming from our dishwasher, our coffee maker is also leaking (going to throw it out today - Jay tried fixing that one and no-can-do), the printer, Jay's truck. I'm relieved, happy, and proud to say that Jay fixed the printer and his truck yesterday afternoon! WooHoo! Such relief! And he found where the leak is coming from, as far as the dishwasher. We have yet to fix the microwave, which has made for an interesting few weeks; warming up coffee, leftovers, and hot water has been like camping . . .the <em>old school way </em>which takes <em>a very long time</em>! The good news, he knows what's wrong with it, it's just about forking up the money and finding the time to actually fix it.<br />
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All this and I'm on <em>a mission to organize all the </em>paper around here. I'm trying to gain some control over all <em>the stuff</em> that circulates in and out of here. It just seems like there is so much - I can't figure a system out that feels like it'll be successful. Jay reminded me yesterday that I've attempted to do this many, many times in the past and each time it hasn't really worked out (nice way of saying it failed huh!). So this makes me feel even more determined to create a system that works. Right now this is the idea that is swirling around in my mind. After reading <a href="http://kennyanderin.blogspot.com/2010/11/house-station-2-paper-organization.html">this blog post</a> and reading <a href="http://www.containerstore.com/tip/view/mail">this helpful article</a> I have decided that I am going to create a system using <a href="http://www.containerstore.com/shop/office/fileStorage/portable?productId=10022942">these bins.</a><br />
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I am creating 3 different stations:<br />
<ul><li><strong>Read & Review</strong> - a place for mail catalogs. Nothing time sensitive. Just leisure reading material that circulates in the mail.</li>
<li><strong>Active Files</strong> - using the bigger bin I am going to create files that will breakdown into these categories: <em>Jay's Inbox, Misty's Inbox, Receipts, Coupons, Immediate Actions, File, and Shred. </em>The purpose for this active file box is that it is to be maintained; things will and should be constantly rotating in and out through this file box.</li>
<li><strong>Misty's <em>Someday </em>Box </strong>- this will house all the things that I <em>think up and print, or write down. </em>I, so, need this box because I have tons of sticky notes all around the computer. I am also going to be using files to breakdown my <em>stuff </em>into these categories: <em>Projects/Ideas, Worth Saving (quotes I discover. And I love, love, love quotes!), Rotating Photos (a new thing I'm doing, rotating my photos out of the frames - keeps it fun and interesting!). </em>My box is meant to be a place to house <em>unimportant details, non-time-sensitive material. </em></li>
</ul>In addition to these 3 stations, Jay and I have a plastic file system that holds all of our files that need to be kept but we don't need to refer to often. This is put away. I will also be giving that filing system an overhaul too. I need to downsize and change some of the categories in that system, especially because we have gone paperless on the majority of our statements.<br />
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So there you have it! One long post on what's been going on around here and what's been swirling through my brain. Ahh . . . and here's a picture of <em>the process.</em><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sitting behind all the markers, crayons, and pencils is a stack of papers-papers-papers!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>A Little About Me . . .http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007025426896150925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7259405243418547349.post-44085264399491800672011-01-05T14:45:00.000-08:002011-01-05T14:45:27.772-08:00Chicken Soup & OWNYesterday was a day of rest for me. I haven't been feeling my <em>100% </em>since New Year's Eve. But I kept pushing myself and finally I gave in an rested <em>all. day. long. </em>It felt good to rest, but at the same time I can't stand not feeling <em>my best. </em>But who likes to be sick anyway huh?<br />
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On the upside Jay made some very, very good homemade chicken and vegetable soup; and I layed on the couch in and out of naps all day long. When I was up I was watching OWN, Oprah's new network! Oh my goodness gracious, I love all the episodes. <br />
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So then today I wake up and feel a little better. It's Noah's school day and I planned on going to the library while he was at school. It was nice to sit and read for an hour, uninterupted! I read Oprah's magazine and just felt truly refreshed and inspired by all the articles. <br />
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I've got tons of catching up to do . . .laundry folding and vacuming - all fun stuff :0)<br />
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Just thought I'd share what a good soup Jay made and how much I'm digging Oprah's new network OWN!<br />
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Both definitely good for the mind, body and soul!A Little About Me . . .http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007025426896150925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7259405243418547349.post-7593026992700367412011-01-04T09:09:00.000-08:002011-01-04T09:09:59.329-08:00A big day . . .Yesterday was a <em>big day </em>for Noah! It was his first day of pre-school! I have him enrolled at the community center 2 days a week for an hour and a half. It's a program ran by the city and lasts 10 weeks long. Although it's rather short, it really doesn't matter to him. All that matters to him, is that he is going to school, <em>like a big boy. </em>He gets to pack a small snack and bring it along with him while he takes his first steps out into the world . . . <em>all on his own. </em>He was all smiles, not an ounce of anxiety. That's such a good thing, I'm so proud of him!<br />
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Of course I was the one who was <em>nervous. </em>As a mom, it's instinct to want your child to be protected <em>at all times, and at all costs. </em>I remember when Nicholas first started kindergarten; I was always worried about <em>everything! </em>But he was always fine. And when things aren't fine, we helped him work through it so he learned to makes things right <em>on his own. </em>That's what parenting is all about, right? But yesterday . . .well I was flooded with all those emotions again; it reminded me that sometimes the separation anxiety is as much <em>a parents </em>issue as it is a childs.<br />
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Here are some pictures of Noah's very first day as <em>a big school boy!</em><br />
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<em>Sidenote: </em>I realize there are <em>alot </em>of pictures for just an hour and a half time frame. But what can I say; I wanted to document every single moment. This was a <em>huge moment </em>for our Noah!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Breakfast :0)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Healthy Snack :0)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Look how ready he looks! No butterflies in this boy's belly! Big boy for sure!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Walking into class. Love that <em>he loves </em>taking pictures!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Unfortunately Jay had to work. It was only me and Nicholas that dropped him off to school. Mama and Noah boy getting ready for the big moment of "Good-bye!"</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Love these two boys! </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Noah waiting for his teacher to call his name and into the classroom!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Noah settled in very easily. He walked right into the classroom and didn't look back to, even once! </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">One last snapshot before I leave him :0(</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pick-up time. Waiting to be dismissed!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><em>"Bye Miss Cathy, see you next time!" </em>For the record Miss Cathy said he was very sweet. I happen to agree (wink,wink).</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Noah had a great day! Yay for Noah!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">There was no fight to go down for nap. <br />
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</tbody></table>A Little About Me . . .http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007025426896150925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7259405243418547349.post-13708746525471759962011-01-03T06:23:00.000-08:002011-01-03T06:23:36.192-08:00Happy New Year!A New Year . . . Welcome 2011! <br />
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If you know me, then you know that I <em>love beginnings. </em>I love the possibilities, I love the clean slate, a fresh start! A New Year is all of that to me. <em>I love it! </em>Needless to say, I am excited about <em>this New Year 2011!</em><br />
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I enjoy making a resolutions list, a plan of how I can be successful in resolving specific areas in my life. Last week I spent some time thinking of the things I'd like to resolve this year; both big and small things in my life.<br />
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Interested . . . read on!<br />
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{2011 Resolutions}<br />
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<em><strong>Devote some time, each day, in prayer.</strong></em><br />
<em>I get up every morning early, before the rest of my family wakes up. I'd like to spend some of this time in prayer.</em><br />
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<strong><em>Be physically active, at least 4 times a week</em></strong><br />
<em>Last week, while shopping for running shoes, I overheard this lady talking. She is a devoted runner, an athlete at best. She said she gets up every morning at 3:30 am to go running. Every morning she runs 8 miles. On the weekends she runs 10 or 13 miles! She said that someone once asked her, "How can you do that." She replied, "How can you not? How can you not? How can you not give to yourself each day before you give to others. It just makes you better at giving to others." That has stuck in my mind since . . .How can you not? So, even if it's a brisk walk, and not a run. I want to be out there on the pavement at least 4 times a week, giving something to myself.</em><br />
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<strong><em>Manage my time better</em></strong><br />
<em>I'm guilty of being a procrastinator. I wait, and wait until the last minute to do things. I do this in almost every area of my life. It's one thing I dislike the most about myself. Every year this is always on my list. I never really have a concrete plan, as to how I will be successful in achieving this. This year is different. I plan on making a list of to-do's (and they have to be realistic/achievable to-do's). I will create a list for the week and then another for the day. I will break my tasks up so I'm not overwhelmed in completing what needs to get done.</em><br />
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<strong><em>Read more . . .with my kids too!</em></strong><br />
<em>I didn't read as much last year. I bought books and wasn't really intrigued and then gave them up. I'd like to read much more this year and I'd like to utilize the library to do this. That way I don't feel so guilty if I'm not enjoying the book so much and select a different one.</em><br />
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<em>The advent Christmas book countdown was such a big hit with Noah. We all enjoyed that time together in the evening when we devoted ourselves to snuggling in bed with a book. I need to make that a priority and part of our bedtime routine.</em><br />
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<strong><em>Do something crafty/creative/artistic once or even twice a month</em></strong><br />
<em>I'd like to try my hand at a few fun projects that I've read about on the blogosphere. Whether it be floral arranging, a scrapbook layout, photo editing, or even a new recipie, I want to try something new! </em><br />
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<strong><em>Be more colorful</em></strong><br />
<em>Ahhh. . . this sounds cheesy I guess. But this one pertains to my wardrobe. I am such a bland dresser. My favorite color is gray. I know, I know BORING! So I really want jazz things up. Step out of my element and be more colorful. </em><br />
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I have read and heard numerous times that it's just as important to write down your plan at attaining your resolutions for the New Year. So there you have it. My resolutions for 2011. Now I'm really going to be held accountable :0)<br />
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Cheers to a Wonderful and Prosperous New Year 2011!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTeh4Jl3ZSh15HU8zgrm6Nyf0WvkBwmkTpf0kGUBTM9JCqEjdIj3wMEETFTOTTW6F8BP_BoF87-YWbov2hTsUoeBtiAHO_03kh_meE5k5fSQOCL1lPW5t5QHtjL6HbIMmrw4gLv7hqoM8/s1600/2011-01-02+001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTeh4Jl3ZSh15HU8zgrm6Nyf0WvkBwmkTpf0kGUBTM9JCqEjdIj3wMEETFTOTTW6F8BP_BoF87-YWbov2hTsUoeBtiAHO_03kh_meE5k5fSQOCL1lPW5t5QHtjL6HbIMmrw4gLv7hqoM8/s400/2011-01-02+001.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>A Little About Me . . .http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007025426896150925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7259405243418547349.post-80310509212893301222010-12-28T06:38:00.000-08:002010-12-28T06:38:56.560-08:00Our ChristmasI can't believe Christmas has come and gone. All the preparation and anticipation has ended and now we're catching our breaths. We have <em>stuff </em>everywhere; our guests have left, Jay is back to work, and I'm anxious to put our house back in order! Yesterday I received a flyer in the mail that the Goodwill will be in our area next week for donation pick-ups! Ahh . . . just the perfect time. I need to do a little of disgarding in every room in the house.<br />
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The boys enjoyed their gifts. Noah was so sweet while he opened each of his presents. I would tell him who it was from and he'd <em>ever so sweetly </em>say, "Thank you . . ." He <em>loved </em>every gift he received and he is currently overwhelmed with what to play with!<br />
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Nicholas <em>loved </em>all the clothes and <em>money </em>he received! In fact, we took him out yesterday to pick up a few things with his money. I believe he had a total of $180 (combination of birthday money too) and he bought himself a catcher's glove, a hitting net, and Noah a sports bracelet. It makes me so <em>happy </em>that Nicholas is so generous with his brother. The sports bracelet was $15 and he didn't even think twice about buying it for his brother and with the money he has left after buying all that stuff (it's about $30) he gave it to Noah to buy new shoes. Super sweet of Nicholas . . .Noah's lucky to have a big brother like that!<br />
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Jay and I opted not to give each other gifts. <em>But </em>Jay cheated and bought me one anyway! <em>I finally </em>have the point and shoot camera that I've been wanting. <em>I absolutely love it! </em>Thank you Jay, you're the best! We made the choice not to give gifts to each other because we wanted to get new running shoes. We went out yesterday and shopped around for some <em>good running shoes. </em>We'll be buying those next week . . .can't wait! We're also going to sign-up for the Camp Pendleton mud run again. Can't wait for that. Gotta start training!<br />
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All in all we all received wonderful gifts, in the material form. But it was <em>such a blessing </em>and the most <em>wonderful gift of all </em>that we were all together. It was a great Christmas holiday! <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mommy & Noah before Christmas Eve mass</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Charfauros Family before Christmas Eve mass</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Brothers . . .got them to wear a tie! :0) </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Milk and cookies for Santa (Noah left Santa Soy Milk :0) )</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Christmas morning . . .Noah was filled with such excitement!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nicholas receiving his sport gear!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">One of his biggest wishes . . .a train set! Thank you mum-mum and Poly!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Handsome boy! Waiting to eat our Christmas dinner!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Desiree and Angie. Pretty ladies!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Noah sharing his toys with Ciara! Iron Man, or shall I say Iron Woman!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Iron Man!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The fam-bam! Not sure why everyone is tilting to one side :0) hahaha!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">First ever stocking exchange and decorating contest! Good job to all the participants!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">In the family room opening gifts and cleaning up and hanging out! Good times!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ciara's posing an extreme funny face!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mom and the gals! Kim, me, and Marissa</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jay and I! Goofing around!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jay and his parents and sister</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mom, Poly, and Marissa. </td></tr>
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So there you have it . . .the highlights of <em>our Christmas. </em>A Little About Me . . .http://www.blogger.com/profile/06007025426896150925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7259405243418547349.post-49056833148328931002010-12-21T07:04:00.000-08:002010-12-21T07:04:59.696-08:00Wish from your HeartYesterday was Jay's birthday! He turned thirty-something :0) He had to work yesterday and with all this rain I knew he'd have a busy day; so the kids and I waited until a little after dinner to give him a call to wish him happy birthday! Noah was so <em>excited . . .</em>he asked his dad, "Dad what did you wish for, for your birthday?" Jay replied, "Oh I just wished for God to bless my two boys and their mommy and to keep us all safe, healthy, and happy." Noah said, "<em>No dad, on your birthday you have to wish from your heart for a gift. What gift did you wish for dad? Like a present dad." </em>And Jay replied back, "I didn't really wish for any gift." Before Jay could finish that sentence Noah whispered, "Well we got you a present and it's a . . ." He whispered the gift (and thankfully Jay didn't hear what he said) and then covered his mouth. Too funny!<em> </em><br />
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