tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72137789786460796512024-02-21T01:37:13.736-05:00............thoughts and musings.................................................................... Blabbering on food, fashion, almost sane parenting and other randomness...........................................Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17987795624398203941noreply@blogger.comBlogger657125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213778978646079651.post-60570127488611617582019-03-21T07:28:00.000-04:002019-03-21T10:14:39.464-04:00DONUTS!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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During our weekly target trip we decided to purchase a <a href="https://www.target.com/p/norpro-nonstick-6-donut-pan/-/A-567474" target="_blank">donut pan</a>. And then for the next 15 hours straight, both boys asked if we could make donuts. Repeatedly. I'm convinced they may have been dreaming about donuts as Atticus woke up, came in our room and before saying his usual "good morning" or just as usual "can I watch a show" he sleepily mumbled, "can we make the donuts now?"</div>
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We were in pretty heavy debate (well heavy debate for 7:15 a.m. on Sunday while coffee was brewing) on the merits of <a href="https://sallysbakingaddiction.com/baked-cinnamon-sugar-donuts/" target="_blank">cinnamon sugar</a> vs <a href="https://joythebaker.com/2014/02/double-chocolate-cake-doughnuts/" target="_blank">double chocolate</a> recipes when Sol came trotting downstairs and announced "time to make donuts with the donut pan!" One track mind let me tell you. </div>
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We landed on the cinnamon sugar variety purely due to readily accessible ingredients. Also due to that this here mama is a cinnamon sugar donut fanatic. We cribbed from a couple recipes and came up with the below recipe. These are best eaten HOT and IMMEDIATELY. Also note, these are not healthy food and I am fine with it. You should be too. Everyone needs a treat now and then. And now. <a href="http://mentalfloss.com/article/50968/13-things-you-might-not-know-about-dunkin%E2%80%99-donuts%E2%80%99-%E2%80%9Ctime-make-donuts%E2%80%9D-guy" target="_blank">Time to make the donuts</a>!</div>
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<b><u>Cinnamon sugar donuts</u></b><br />
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<u>donuts:</u><br />
1 3/4 cup flour<br />
1 1/4 cup sugar<br />
2 tsps baking powder<br />
1 tsp cinnamon<br />
1/2 tsp nutmeg<br />
1/2 tsp salt<br />
2 TBSP melted butter<br />
1 egg<br />
1 TBSP vanilla<br />
3/4 cup milk<br />
1/2 cup apple cider<br />
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1. preheat oven to 350.<br />
2. mix dry ingredients in one bowl and mix wet ingredients in another bowl.<br />
3. add wet ingredients to dry ingredients bowl, mix till smooth.<br />
4. spray/butter donut pan<br />
5. spoon donut batter into pan (fill about 3/4 full) and bake for 15-17 minutes<br />
5. let cool 2-3 minutes in pan and immediately BATHE in cinnamon sugar butter topping<br />
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1/2 cup sugar<br />
1/2 tsp cinnamon<br />
4 TBSPs melted butter<br />
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1. mix cinnamon and sugar in one bowl and put melted butter in separate bowl.<br />
2. take HOT donut and dip lightly in butter and then cinnamon sugar.<br />
3. serve NOW and be ready for seconds.<br />
<br />Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17987795624398203941noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213778978646079651.post-2969545151744164702019-03-07T19:49:00.001-05:002019-03-12T10:47:06.971-04:00The eight meetings in one day dress<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Whenever I take a personality test, I always predictably land right in the middle of the extroverted and introverted pack. That means a good chunk of the time I am energized by working and talking with other people. But if I have to be ON too much, I am drained and without much warning will need to retreat and recharge. This usually comes in the form of reading, face masking or going for a run. For a working mom with two young children it can be challenging to find any kind of balance (read: time). A lot of maintaining my best self has come in the way of saying no. To a lot of stuff. It used to make me feel exceedingly guilty. But finally, at 40, I am ok with it.<br />
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No, I cannot meet at 5:30 p.m. to discuss X with you, but let's make find another good time for both of us. No, you cannot talk to me that way now or ever. No, you cannot have ice cream for breakfast but you can have watermelon. No, I need to eat lunch now, but I can talk to you when I'm done. No, I cannot read little critter over and over and over again, but I can in five minutes. No, I don't want to go back to bed, I want to take a run and pound out some of this stress on the pavement.</div>
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It's really hard some days. And I fail at it. Regularly. But I am pushing myself more to find the calm. To be open and honest and ultimately kind to others and myself. I want my boys to see how hard I try but also that I put myself first. By prioritizing myself I hope I am taking better care of them, better care of my responsibilities and better care of myself. And on the days when Sol wakes up at 6:30 a.m. and I have eight meetings overlapping all over my calendar, I pull out my power dress, eat some peanut m&m's and go for it.</div>
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There are few pictures of myself that I've never seen before. Yesterday, my mom sent me this picture of my sister and I from the early 1980s. And I can't stop looking at it. It's everything. The wood paneled station wagon that I still covet to this day. The polka dot winnie the pooh pants I wish I remembered. The knowing too mature expression on my sister's face that I swear she was born with. The littleness of me that reminds of my own sweet boys. We're sitting on a log that was in the field next to my grandparents' house. That field was our virtual playground and that log was the barrier to the parking lot for the restaurant next door. I do remember sitting on that log, running in that field, making dandelion necklaces in that field, giggling uncontrollably with my aunts and uncles in that field. I remember the stories of that field. The metal pipe on the other side of it where my Dad hit his knee playing hockey and probably broke it, but never went to the doctor. That knee bothers him till this day. We were just little girls in that picture; listening to our mom, wearing our hats, sitting for a picture. Here I am now with my own boys; hoping they listen to me, telling them to wear their hats, sit for a picture. Sometimes a picture can tell too many words or sometimes you still don't have all the words to understand the pictures of your past. Either way, I'll keep looking at this picture of those scrappy little girls with matching cheeks and their whole lives ahead of them and smile.</div>
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Some mornings I feel like I've had a full day by the time I got to work. Here is a pretty average rundown:<br />
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6:30: roll over and check <a href="https://memegenerator.net/instance/82344125/futurama-fry-not-sure-if-slack-is-down-or-just-bad-connection" target="_blank">slack</a> and email, close eyes<br />
6:40: almost fall back to sleep<br />
6:55: finally get out of bed, curse self for not getting up at 6:30<br />
6:56: attempt to make coffee which involves going into the bathroom to grind coffee beans as not to wake anyone up so i can enjoy one cup of coffee in silencio<br />
6:58: at least one child has come downstairs<br />
7:00: said child needs water, a snack, breakfast (Sol: "I am not very hungry, mom!") and assistance with a <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Marble-Glonova-Marbles-Upgrade-Quality/dp/B074M2LGDQ/ref=sr_1_2_sspa" target="_blank">marble apparatus</a>/<a href="https://www.amazon.com/Fisher-Price-Thomas-Friends-TrackMaster-Railway/dp/B01ASVDF4S/ref=sr_1_10" target="_blank">train track</a> but not limited to and possibly including dominos and hot wheels cars. bonus for reading all the <a href="https://www.amazon.com/s?k=frog+and+toad&i=stripbooks&ref=nb_sb_noss" target="_blank">current</a> <a href="https://www.amazon.com/s?k=pete+the+cat+books&i=stripbooks&crid=3QRR0IOL5CQZV&sprefix=pete+the+cat%2Cstripbooks%2C123&ref=nb_sb_ss_i_1_12" target="_blank">favorite</a> <a href="https://www.amazon.com/s?k=peg+and+cat&i=stripbooks&ref=nb_sb_noss_1" target="_blank">books</a>.<br />
7:05: coffee is ready to drink!<br />
7:05-7:30: explaining again that we do not watch television or phones (no sol, my phone is not your phone and no, you cannot bring it to the bathroom AND no atticus, you cannot watch youtube for a special treat) on weekday morning; plus lunch making, breakfast begging and coffee chugging<br />
7:30-7:45: locating clothes for all which usually leads to folding <a href="https://tenor.com/view/family-guy-laundry-washing-machine-lois-peter-gif-3561846" target="_blank">laundry</a> that has been stuffed into a basket for multiple days plus potentially starting more laundry (and forgetting to move said laundry into the dryer)<br />
7:45:7:47: Sol asks if I want to snuggle so I join him in my bed and we cuddle up for a couple minutes.<br />
7:47-7:50: try to keep up with skin care regime: cleanse, toner, vitamin c/squalane oil, moisturizer, sunscreen, make up, go!<br />
7:50-8:15: trying to dress everyone and encourage boys to dress themselves. bonus for <strike>putting </strike>throwing dirty pjs down into the basement and putting dirty dishes in the sink. I also find my own damn tights, pack gym bag (see, I run now!) and attempt to untangle necklaces<br />
8:15-8:35: finish getting ready for all: make up for me (chapstick for the boys), brush teeth, put on shoes, eat vitamins, look for boys' water bottles (this is always a struggle) and fill<br />
8:35: kiss nelson and atticus and off they go to school<br />
8:35-840: sol and i finish getting ready (this is usually when sol caves and wants breakfast and/or politely asks, "may i please have some ice cream?"). sigh. locate coats and gather sol's lunch, my lunch, my work bag, gym bag and sol's show and tell (a whole box of trains, sure, why not?), and two reusable bags to go grocery shopping.<br />
8:45-8:55: sol and i go to trader joes and manage to spend $86 dollars in about 8 minutes while consuming coffee and pastry samples<br />
9:00-9:05: arrive at preschool. sol insists on carrying "all the stuff" meaning his lunch, his breakfast he is still eating, his show and tell AND the umbrella. I walk (sans umbrella) next to him with extra clothes to replenish last week's accident, nap mat (please don't nap too long) and water bottle. put away items, sign sol in and kiss him goodbye.<br />
9:05-9:10: drive home and drop off groceries and sol's car seat for the nanny who handles pick up<br />
9:15: already missing my boys as i drive to work and get ready for my own adult daycare ie more coffee with more people who don't know how to share or use quiet voices.Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17987795624398203941noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213778978646079651.post-40873671621017986342019-02-13T16:47:00.003-05:002019-02-13T16:47:53.084-05:00vegan banana bread just like no one in my family used to make<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The mixing and mashing of familiar ingredients as the smell of coffee brews in the early kitchen light can feel as comforting as a hug from mom; especially when a harried weekend is scrawled on the dry erase board in your own serial killer script. I wish I could tell you that was the scene as I made this bread....<br />
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You might say this particular banana bread was stirred together in a bit more haste as I begged boys to eat lunch (yogurt, apple slices and ritz crackers are lunch, right?), tripped over trains and marbles alike as Sol sprinted around the house in my winter boots and I flossed and applied a <a href="https://www.macys.com/shop/product/sunday-riley-3-pc.-glow.-repair.-repeat.-kit-featuring-luna-sleeping-night-oil-created-for-macys-a-85-value?ID=6983756&CategoryID=55537">new skin care regime</a>.<br />
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That particular Saturday I had taken a solo morning trip to target which was as picturesque as you can imagine .... sun shining ..... birds chirping ..... hot starbucks lovingly in hand...... no one talking to me.......you know, the dream. As I searched for and did not find the <a href="https://www.target.com/c/baskets-bins-containers-storage-organization-home/-/N-5xto7">perfect organization system</a> for ALL the train and marble tracks (read: santa and the grandparents went a wee bit overboard this hoidaze season), I also mentally checked off all the ingredients for banana bread for a play date with one of Atticus' dear friends, who happens to be vegan.<br />
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I planned to take my standard banana bread recipe and sub out a couple of items and call it an afternoon. Of course before I could even get started Atticus quickly pointed out, "Mom, you forgot to get almond milk." After heavy debate ("Mom, water will not work in banana bread!") and scouring the back of coffee creamer bottles only to find "<i>contains a milk derivative</i>," we decided cider was the only alternative.<br />
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The cider added a nice warm fall flavor but also kept the bread incredibly moist. And yes, I still <a href="http://mentalfloss.com/article/64984/science-behind-why-people-hate-word-moist">hate the word moist</a> but there you have it. The bread had a crumb to its humble top plus a soft inside perfect for an afternoon nap. Most importantly, it was rather delightful to see our little guest gobble up two pieces. I was even able to convince her mom to take a couple slices home for later, you know, for her husband I said, as I winked at our new friend.</div>
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<u>Vegan Banana Bread:</u><br />
1.5 cups flour<br />
1/2 cup sugar<br />
2 tsps baking powder<br />
1/4 tsp salt<br />
1 tsp cinnamon<br />
1 tsp vanilla<br />
1/3 cup olive oil<br />
1 flax egg (1 tbsp flax mixed with 2.5 tbsp water, let sit till thickened, about 5 minutes)<br />
1/3 cup apple cider<br />
1.5 cups mashed ripe bananas<br />
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Mix dry first five ingredients and set aside. Mix together flax and water, set aside for 5 minutes. Add oil, cider, flax egg and banana to dry ingredients. Pour into prepared baking pan and make for 45-50 minutes at 350.<br />
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One of my first memories of wearing a turtleneck was in the winter of 1986. I carefully selected a white turtleneck stamped with tiny red hearts to wear under the coveted <a href="https://www.etsy.com/listing/639361221/vintage-deadstock-esprit-big-logo">red esprit sweatshirt</a> I had put on the top of my Christmas list. I paired it with stone washed jeans (pegged and rolled, of course) a jeans jacket and <a href="https://www.collegefashionista.com/1980s-sneakers-making-big-comeback/">tretorns</a>. It was my power outfit of third grade.<br />
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Turtlenecks were not a statement for me in 1986, but a necessity and uniform staple for my strict catholic school. I wore a turtleneck five days a week with my plaid jumper and then gray uniform skirt for thirteen years. Always white (sans the bold heart stamped one reserved for weekends), always long sleeve, rarely a mock, never a cowl and forever a hiding place of comfort. I had a drawer chock full of them through high school that got me through everything from those tough algebra tests to embarrassing biology lessons to hiding my smile from that cute boy during recess. I lost my armor in college when the mid 1990s emerged with the horror that is low waist jeans and too many tank tops.<br />
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A good decade or more must have passed before I received my first black turtleneck one Christmas in my early 30s. Before I knew it, I was tucking that turtleneck into pencil skirts and wide leg pant alike. Still playing it safe with just the one color -- black this time and forever long sleeve. But still, it was a staple. I was warm, comfortable and could still hide a bit if I needed to not participate in a meeting.<br />
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As I am embracing this new decade (hi, 40, hi), I am also fully embracing the turtleneck. for life. I have expanded my repertoire to colors beyond black and white; I have short sleeve, long sleeve and wait for it, sleeveless. And I've even been known to double up and don a turtleneck under a slip dresses. Before you even ask, yes, I've seen turtleneck bathing suits and I could not be more excited. But I have also expanded my usage of the turtleneck, it's purpose if you will.<br />
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It's not just for hiding anymore!<br />
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Now the turtleneck evokes that same comfort and ease but also pushes confidence, strength and no bullshit. Somehow the uniform of my childhood had become the armor of 40. Bring it.<br />
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Oh and if you've read this far, yes, I'm writing some randomness again. Hi.<br />
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Sol (OLDER): despite the above face is eating pasta and crazy for any and all pasta, got stung by a bee and survived (even let me put a baking soda rub on his little finger), and seems to be over his board books and wants me to read atticus' chapter books.<br />
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Atticus (OLDEST): explained to me about wind gauges and then we made <a href="http://pbskids.org/cyberchase/activities/how-windy-it/">this one</a> together, is getting to the point when he loves horrible corny jokes and loves to make sol laugh.<br />
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Boys (OLD!): starting to be more drawn to each other -- chasing, laughing and wrestling around (read: conspiring!) or it's "mom, move sol away!" or sol is pulling a helen keller on whatever atticus has at the moment. BOYS!</div>
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Sol (1 year 7 months 3 weeks): his first haircut really showed us what a big boy he is, is fine sharing trains and cars as long as he can control who has the tunnel and bridge, and is having a moment with citrus: he would eat about six mandarin oranges a day if we let him. </div>
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Atticus (4 years 6 months 3 weeks): discovered the genius that is <a href="http://msqrd.me/">MSQRD</a> and constantly wants to play with all the filters, sprayed himself and his brother down with the house every night this week as the temps rose to 105 (UGGG) and to my delight rediscovered <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Just-Little-Brother-Critter-Pictureback/dp/0307126285/ref=sr_1_1">little critter</a> books.</div>
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Sol (1 year 7 months 2 weeks): promptly dumped his entire drink on himself right after these photos were taken, runs to our next door neighbor's stoop and shrieks as soon as we open the front door, and this was the last picture before his hair cut.</div>
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Atticus (4 years 6 months 2 weeks): obsessed with count von count and the sesame street count down, starting to play candy land by the rules and sleeping 12 hours on the regular.</div>
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Sol (18 months 3 weeks): is obsessed with <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Theres-Wocket-Pocket-Seusss-Ridiculous/dp/0679882839">there's a wocket in my pocket</a> and makes me read it over and over and over again, keeps going his "office" when he needs to ahem, use the facilities and developed some new dance moves in the way of a shoulder shuffle.<br>
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Atticus (4 years 5 months 3 weeks): nearly dissolved into endless giggles on our recent excursion to see <a href="http://www.wolftrap.org/tickets/calendar/performance/16ctitw/0720show16.aspx">Mr. Molecule at Wolf Trap</a>, is having a bit of a revival with <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7OULcd5bKpk">Rachel Platten</a> (complete with the "Go Hillary" bit at the end) on the daily and has started inserting the word "perhaps" into sentences when he asks me for something ("Mom you could look for a stop watch for me, perhaps?")</div>
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background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">A picture of my children once a week, every week for a year.</span></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXcYIAxDU-DSJ_tJO_wPjZFhXCthAsSj2GcQU72ntWUr8OjH0qMCKwKEdHKS0JaAxVxh36qw9q91gzy7BJnWI2rWBFBaqxZKycnHDTa0YkK0KPALv9jCHCeBpOFmhuy4nAN1TYnMqjE3x2/s640/blogger-image--461557193.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXcYIAxDU-DSJ_tJO_wPjZFhXCthAsSj2GcQU72ntWUr8OjH0qMCKwKEdHKS0JaAxVxh36qw9q91gzy7BJnWI2rWBFBaqxZKycnHDTa0YkK0KPALv9jCHCeBpOFmhuy4nAN1TYnMqjE3x2/s640/blogger-image--461557193.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Atticus (4 years 5 months 1 week): now attending art camp with new kids at a new school and a new teacher ("mom, you need to tell the teacher that we eat our snack inside"), laughed confidently to himself as he read me a whole book after insisting he didn't know how to read and has gotten that four-year-old boy voice that seems to only have one volume.</div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-jg6W9ATBv8Ywg8kbM94nuQdfuywW-CWdJYAey5LAmqZE9zHAn1Zgf-2UrmV2htHCHafBsad0Ir6cHmWmkZX-Oaj44rkYPGOKmg_In90RfFgd2uwDf-rp1VXd9ZVS8wZFn2mmwFieamkF/s640/blogger-image--177724173.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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Atticus (4 years 5 months): enjoyed all things snakes, jungle and outdoors at his first week of summer camp, has been begging to go back to <a href="https://www.novaparks.com/parks/upton-hill-regional-park">upton hills</a> almost daily and has been on a carrot eating binge.</div>
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Sol (18 months): loved his first visit to the splash park (stepped right up and let the water kiss him right in the face), expressing himself by saying "no" all day long and has started to give Atticus a kiss good night when I say "Sol it's time for bed, say night night to Atticus."</div>
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Atticus (4 years 4 months 2 weeks): delighted in his family vacation to grandma and grandpa's house (quoted <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Arthurs-Family-Vacation-Arthur-Adventure/dp/0316109584">arthur</a> as we were getting ready: "mom, all we need for fun is each other."), is still doing these grandiose sighs when he doesn't want to do something (example: "mom, i'm sick of eating breakfast! sigh sigh sigh sigh) and put together the above world map all by himself. </div>
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Sol (17 months 2 weeks): has hair potentially long enough for a man bun, is constant with the cars, trains and trucks (see him death gripping the silver sports coupe), and gets very bent and does this stamp his foot dance and whine song when I hold Atticus.</div>
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Sol (17 months): seems to be saying hi to everyone, is uber attached to his mama which i adore but hate a smidgen when i need to say use the bathroom or eat with two hands, and loves when i sing the wheels on the bus, especially the verse about the horn on the bus going "beep! beep! beep!".</div>
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Atticus (4 years 4 months 1 week): finished up his second year at preschool with a snazzy tie bought 12 minutes before the ceremony, spent the majority of the preschool celebration in the bouncy house that was hated only the year before and told me he has used the potty "900 times and sol has only used it 1 time."</div>
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Atticus (4 years 4 months): sleeping 12 hours a night and waking up by saying "good morning mom, good morning dad, good morning sol," randomly will have a pretty epic meltdown that reminds me he's still just a little boy and asked Nelson to cut his hair in the shape of a triangle.</div>
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Sol (16 months 3 weeks): is pretty obsessed with all things citrus(when I said aloud "where are the oranges?" Sol found them in the fridge and handed them to me), can put the train tracks together like nobody's business and looks at me all gaga in love when I sing the ABC's. <br />
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Atticus (4 years 3 months 3 weeks): regressing in the whole get dressed game in the morning (picture it: running laps around the first floor butt naked for 40 minutes), has taken to repeatedly sighing loudly when he doesn't want to do something and tells me "mom, i'm sick of eating dinner" (note: this is before he has taken one bite of dinner), and is in official cahoots with sol by trying to get him to climb the stairs, throw things, run down the street, etc.</div>
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Sol (16 months 2 weeks): thinks the blu ray speaker is his own personal boombox and walks around with it, ate very spicy pork ramen without batting an eye and has hair so long that mama can make multiple ponytail/sprigs with glee.</div>
Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17987795624398203941noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213778978646079651.post-54217270042204813172016-05-06T11:08:00.001-04:002016-05-11T06:52:51.095-04:0016/52<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJAlIFeoDQC-ZHcqZt6QR4Y1Aah9Zxcl8XNCrsFphf4uofjDRwCTAdFRgQXCFeLUt6o2y8Q-EZud2tzYLEw1HjohzXoPyinDfHW0JX6mKC5xlLE1D9lTKprgJWVmbP_eQYGKHdJ5BSnbgv/s640/blogger-image--1536664348.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><font color="#000000"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJAlIFeoDQC-ZHcqZt6QR4Y1Aah9Zxcl8XNCrsFphf4uofjDRwCTAdFRgQXCFeLUt6o2y8Q-EZud2tzYLEw1HjohzXoPyinDfHW0JX6mKC5xlLE1D9lTKprgJWVmbP_eQYGKHdJ5BSnbgv/s640/blogger-image--1536664348.jpg"></font></a></div><div><br></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">A picture of my children, once a week, every week, for a year.</span></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2SSZ2rsiMhaP5SeLrp5U0tyVXgL2I0Sv0hEH307iON_tQb5lFVMY6n3_uMQWEA960zTU3NyQa7Jk3ZJJ-cu8xOW5p_vDO0bX-fO0lFP23g9EjYz2BNTq90ehp2-uOhqYRICxNLAnlBjBv/s640/blogger-image-600081007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2SSZ2rsiMhaP5SeLrp5U0tyVXgL2I0Sv0hEH307iON_tQb5lFVMY6n3_uMQWEA960zTU3NyQa7Jk3ZJJ-cu8xOW5p_vDO0bX-fO0lFP23g9EjYz2BNTq90ehp2-uOhqYRICxNLAnlBjBv/s640/blogger-image-600081007.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Atticus (4 years 3 months 2 weeks): thinks this shirt is hilarious, got a man cold and still can't blow his nose (but apparently mom can!) and wants to help put Sol to bed by singing "twinkle twinkle" and tucking him with a soft "night night, Sol."</div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp5tT_2ovEfPje6N_PmBSTsd9dKsZZgSdCaGCholvCbOE9JdQT-wit0joW-OA1Xmz7v8_9QXLxwEPeLH5UdwBwAJWO5MUkv6X0O0KlYwSA2VOIvdyR4PMpJJjOdeH8DheB9u9TELfZbKpQ/s640/blogger-image-173855063.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp5tT_2ovEfPje6N_PmBSTsd9dKsZZgSdCaGCholvCbOE9JdQT-wit0joW-OA1Xmz7v8_9QXLxwEPeLH5UdwBwAJWO5MUkv6X0O0KlYwSA2VOIvdyR4PMpJJjOdeH8DheB9u9TELfZbKpQ/s640/blogger-image-173855063.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Sol (16 months 1 week): is pretty salty about his sniffles and cough, opened the wipes, took one out, closed the wipes and wiped his nose himself (#secondchild) and I swear he said "all done" right after I said all done. Of course, then crickets.</div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJAlIFeoDQC-ZHcqZt6QR4Y1Aah9Zxcl8XNCrsFphf4uofjDRwCTAdFRgQXCFeLUt6o2y8Q-EZud2tzYLEw1HjohzXoPyinDfHW0JX6mKC5xlLE1D9lTKprgJWVmbP_eQYGKHdJ5BSnbgv/s640/blogger-image--1536664348.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJAlIFeoDQC-ZHcqZt6QR4Y1Aah9Zxcl8XNCrsFphf4uofjDRwCTAdFRgQXCFeLUt6o2y8Q-EZud2tzYLEw1HjohzXoPyinDfHW0JX6mKC5xlLE1D9lTKprgJWVmbP_eQYGKHdJ5BSnbgv/s640/blogger-image--1536664348.jpg"></a></div>Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17987795624398203941noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213778978646079651.post-29607499186530649292016-05-03T10:52:00.000-04:002016-05-03T11:00:09.118-04:0015/52<br><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2EvE70-4xw0tSW3w5wscRQcFla3M0KU3OsDGsGCldk_QsVYe9pnB2riGvPivKmbzbDVqopl5Vmqjt4DLY-M44nJaMb_XgRUJS2kXe9kcTHoZVTehBnuF3amJ6LHLIWBCLKs4_tV1q04a-/s640/blogger-image--1378390475.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><font color="#000000"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2EvE70-4xw0tSW3w5wscRQcFla3M0KU3OsDGsGCldk_QsVYe9pnB2riGvPivKmbzbDVqopl5Vmqjt4DLY-M44nJaMb_XgRUJS2kXe9kcTHoZVTehBnuF3amJ6LHLIWBCLKs4_tV1q04a-/s640/blogger-image--1378390475.jpg"></font></a><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">A picture of my children, once a week, every week, for a year.</span><div>
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Atticus (4 years 3 months 1 week): schooled me in the definition of cooperation vs compromise, encourages sol to run around the house and up the stairs and is back on the frog and toad train, which I don't mind in the least.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjak8PmV5tR4FEkxTp3ENRAoPrCQjbqZg1FuyFLB1gDJK_ihWgvPLfrDqwbWd23cNulw2Y_DPc2-9yHOHikooHn2dXylxFfc3muZ3rVleeswRisrsLiwV_0ozOB_6a3khcmB9m-DHEzj87I/s640/blogger-image-1651021013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjak8PmV5tR4FEkxTp3ENRAoPrCQjbqZg1FuyFLB1gDJK_ihWgvPLfrDqwbWd23cNulw2Y_DPc2-9yHOHikooHn2dXylxFfc3muZ3rVleeswRisrsLiwV_0ozOB_6a3khcmB9m-DHEzj87I/s640/blogger-image-1651021013.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Sol (16 months): totally 100 percent off bottles (still being a bit of a diva about it), said banana three times the other morning and has refused to say it again but of course knows where his tongue is and loves to stick it out.</span></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2EvE70-4xw0tSW3w5wscRQcFla3M0KU3OsDGsGCldk_QsVYe9pnB2riGvPivKmbzbDVqopl5Vmqjt4DLY-M44nJaMb_XgRUJS2kXe9kcTHoZVTehBnuF3amJ6LHLIWBCLKs4_tV1q04a-/s640/blogger-image--1378390475.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2EvE70-4xw0tSW3w5wscRQcFla3M0KU3OsDGsGCldk_QsVYe9pnB2riGvPivKmbzbDVqopl5Vmqjt4DLY-M44nJaMb_XgRUJS2kXe9kcTHoZVTehBnuF3amJ6LHLIWBCLKs4_tV1q04a-/s640/blogger-image--1378390475.jpg"></a></div></div>Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17987795624398203941noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213778978646079651.post-31528629811057885832016-04-20T17:58:00.001-04:002016-04-20T18:07:24.053-04:0014/52<div><br></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSNn0bvo4WE_yWzCwpOCzD3h8KYWHkVjOP_OXbAFH9IMCAvRLw5QIQdhfhf6FXZHLMymBvWjo3VkebH1FGuaVgvtBulkmfwI8LSPpX1GWmoF0c_EE1ykg_Si4O3RawlZN090A3qQc9nuKL/s640/blogger-image-953632945.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><font color="#000000"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSNn0bvo4WE_yWzCwpOCzD3h8KYWHkVjOP_OXbAFH9IMCAvRLw5QIQdhfhf6FXZHLMymBvWjo3VkebH1FGuaVgvtBulkmfwI8LSPpX1GWmoF0c_EE1ykg_Si4O3RawlZN090A3qQc9nuKL/s640/blogger-image-953632945.jpg"></font></a></div><div><br></div>A picture of my children, once a week, every week, for a year.<br>
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Atticus (4 years 3 months): delights in putting together puzzles including this <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Melissa-Doug-USA-Floor-Puzzle/dp/B000GKAU1I/ref=sr_1_2?">USA map</a> and <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Melissa-Doug-World-Floor-Puzzle/dp/B0007ODGTQ/ref=sr_1_3">World map</a> while telling me which continents and states he wants to travel (Psssst he still says Illinoise), is giggling more with Sol than at him these days, and after we read books the other night and were just quietly laying in his bed for a moment, he said, "well mom, I love you" and then I died.<br>
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Sol (15 months 3 weeks): drinking his milk from a cup about half the time (baby steps away from the bottle), is down right obsessed with <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Fingers-Thumb-Bright-Early-Board/dp/0679890483">hand, hand, fingers, thumb</a> (i think i've read it about 500 times), and loves to brush his teeth and hair.</div>
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Atticus (4 years 2 months 3 weeks): keeps asking me to sing one of the parts in the <a href="http://dtrain.wikia.com/wiki/Dinosaurs_A-Z_song">Dinosaurs A to Z song</a> (I'm much better at the alphabet than the species), seems to have outgrown everything in about a week even though I feel like I'm begging him to eat half the time, and wants to do "science experiments" aka mixing colored water together in beakers every night.</div>
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Sol (15 months 2 weeks): smashed an entire lamp against the brick wall in our living room (no, really!), let me fashion a ponytail out of his hair and keeps saying "A!" when we start reading ABC books.</div>
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