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Our life is full of wonderful, chaotic, blessed, hysterical, insane, magical, sad, scary, sweet, mind boggling, moments. While balancing life with 3 cherubs, parents, sisters, BIL, In-laws, 1 teaching career, and many good friends; I find that our life is moving far toooo fast. It is important to cherish and record the moments as we consistently try to balance our scale (God forbid I make a photo album)! MB

Wednesday, October 31, 2007

Perspective is everything...

I was all proud of myself b/c I sucessfully had three kids ready early for school today. (This is an olympic event in the real world of moms...most of the time we do not place with a medal.) Lunches, snacks, homework, library books, pumpkins, crazy hair day stuff, and costumes ready to roll for their school Halloween celebrations. So... when I was looking for my witches hat and scarf to join in the fun I found that it wasn't where I left it? (Shocked, as my house is SOOO organized.)

I thought one of my cherubs (the little thieves I live with) may have played dress up with it so as I searched I asked over and over 'have you seen my witches hat, have you seen it, did you use it?' My husband, sick of my search and my babble, went in my closet pointed at it and said 'you should write on your blog how you yell at everyone else to find something that YOU lost'.

Humbled on Halloween

Sunday, October 28, 2007

Criss Cross Applesauce

This catchphrase has always been reserved for our little cherubs sitting dutifully in the classroom. I myself have used it in the classroom as a teacher. My image has been forever altered when I witnessed my two prince's laughing hysterically tonight while 'criss cross applesaucing' together at the toilet (yes, their pee made an 'x'). I am so proud.

40 Years of Perfect

Forty Years of LOVE.
It is my parents 40th wedding anniversary today. I am (almost) speechless to this amazing testiment of love.

Love each other through EVERYTHING, good and bad.
Over the years.
Very blessed: health, happiness, friendship, 3 daughters, 2 soninlaws, 6 grandcherubs.
Every day they laugh, cry, live... TOGETHER.

As my hubby said at their anniversary dinner the other night, "If we could all be so lucky as to have half as much love as they have had during these forty years we would be very lucky."

Happy Anniversary Mom & Dad. We are blessed to have you as parents and we are so thankful that you are both well and can share this special day.

Forty Years of PERFECT.

Thursday, October 25, 2007


Leaving our Red Sox Nation (family room) my husband greets me as I return home from my much needed girls night out with my Lesley girls. He asked 'Are you on strike or something'? Translation= I have no clean clothes and the house is a bomb. I walk away, don't speak, and spend 1 1/2 hours (fuming) folding and putting away laundry. No, I should of said, but this chic was: 'Suburban Mom Goes On Strike, Pickets Own Home'.

You think he would be more worried about Matsuzaka's ability to pull off a strike in two days. Go SOX! Red Sox 2, Rockies 1 in game 2 !

Wednesday, October 24, 2007

Sock Box

Ironing is overrated. That is what I remind my husband as he tears his closet apart each day looking for an appropriate, wrinkle free work outfit. Must I remind you that June Cleaver (Leave it to Beaver) did not have the option of buying 'wrinkle free' shirts. They are mandatory in our house. If you buy the old fashioned kind, you are on your own.

I actually have a very good friend who still celebrates 'Sheet Day'. That's right, every Thursday she changes all the sheets in her house. My husband would probably settle for 'Clothes in the drawer day'. Come on, you know what I am talking about. On any given day, two to three laundry baskets FULL of clean clothes that haven't been folded or put away (hmmm, see where wrinkle free comes in handy?) are lined up in our bedroom.

I actually think I am doing pretty good. After years of dedication, I finally surrendered my 'socks box'. A few years ago, my m-inlaw was babysitting and she asked cherub 1 'where are your socks'? My daughter innocently replied, as if EVERY normal child had one, 'they are in the sock box'. When my m-inlaw questioned my (inefficient) organizational practice of keeping all of our socks (not matched up) in one basket, a.k.a. 'The Sock Box', I shrugged her off. After wasting many (zillions) of hours and practically missing the bus many times in search of 'the other sock', I finally have matched our socks and filed them appropriately in drawers. I am all grown up!

Moment: When cherub 1 opened her drawer for the first time (after I surrended the box) and said 'Mom, look at all these socks!'.