hopeful

I think it's here to stay.
Days with no coats, boots, snowpants, hats, gloves, or mittens.
Sunshine.
Flowers!
Seeing the earth wake up from it's very long drousy hibernation.
Spring Peepers.
Colors.
To have it arrive is a sweet fragrance.
Renewal.
Newness.
A new season.
Here to stay.

doozy of an outcome

Sam's 6th year has started out with a big bang, including the twirling stars.
Yesterday was the yearly checkups for both kids.
Healthy as horses. Good to know.
Last night, Sam was playing baseball with a friend and was hit smack dab in the forehead. On top of that, he tried to hit the ball and ended up hitting himself with the bat right where the ball hit. Drop, stop and roll took place. Well....more like drop, stop and scream.
This morning he woke up needing to throw up and had a 102+ temp. He went back to sleep on the couch until 1:00.
My mind started whirling with concusses thoughts.
Ended up back at the doctor this afternoon.
Diagnosis?
Strep throat.
Who knew? I told my friend that it was probably a blessing that her son hit
Sam with the ball since that was the main reason I took him to the doctor. Otherwise it could have been days before we went, which would've not had a nice sunny outcome.

15 seconds after the medicine was ingested, he was feeling much better. Stomach groans stopped. Then I strongly suggested the two of them watch tv as the wrestling ensued and a 2nd child with strep around here is something that can be done without.

I'm ready for a nap!

The big 6 in 07

Another year has flown swiftly by in Sam's life. Hard to believe a year ago he was in preschool. Now he's learning to read, sound out words, write sentences, add,subtract, and trying to bravely learn to ride his bike without training wheels. He still loves any sport, wrestling, riding bikes with dad, but has added I Spy, being in charge of making mac and cheese, computer games from the library, space, ocean life, and checking the weather every day to his list of favorites.

So to go with his favorites, he wanted a basketball cake, received his very own biking gloves, an apron and an I spy book. Along with a gift certificate for painting his room (in which he chose blue, white and orange: Denver Bronco colors), NFL blanket and sheets with all the teams helmets on it to go on his new bed.



It was a very happy birthday and he had a huge blast!! Playing with his favorite tall
friend, trying out his biking gloves and breaking in the new apron as he made his favorite breakfast the next day. Scrambled eggs. The breakfast of 6 year old champions!

4 out of 4

The other three have already posted about our Chicago trip, so you can go to their blogs and read their hilarious thoughts about our trip.

I thought I would let your eyes feast on some phrases and experiences that were seen, heard and said throughout the weekend.

"You like Deeeelilah?" from neurotic, crazy cabbie driver at 11:00 on a Friday night.

"Ohhhh monkey! Don't eat that screw!!" Sarah

The two step (or a variation that was learned) being done waiting for the L and walking down the street by Hillary.


$3 lunch at Higgins Tavern.








"That's a lot of fried food on one plate." Said by each of us at one time or another sitting at Giordano's pizza.



"She's bound and determined to get a picture of a seal isn't she?"









"My picture is better than yours!!" :)












"Flip, toss, toss, toss." Glinda from Wicked.

To sum it all up, the time went waaaaay too fast, was so much fun, couldn't have been more natural meeting two lovely ladies for the first time in person and we're ready to do it all again. Very soon!

FINALLY!!!!!!!!

It's finally here!!!! In less than 14 hours the train will be pulling away from the station.

Where am I going? Why to Chicago!!!
Who am I going with? Anne, Hillary and Sarah!!
What are we going to do? Eat food, talk for hours, see Wicked, and who knows what else!
Why you ask? Why NOT!?!

Sarah suggested writing what our pre-impressions are of each other as we have not met face to face. So here are mine:

Anne:
I have the privilege of knowing Anne in every day life. She is a fun, sensitive, loving woman who lives her passions, has a rock solid marriage and really is married to a rock star. She has creative juices running through her blood, is always on the lookout for a good book, finds solace on the hammock with a kitty in the sun. She's a good Voice. :)

Hillary:
A grade 5 teacher in Canada. She is FULL of laughter and life. Her heart is so tender and compassionate to her kids at school and her friends. She loves to dance, hike, camp, and travel across the world on her own. She grabs life by the horns and lives each moment to the fullest. I think her vibrancy and energy is going to easily seep into all of us this weekend.

Sarah:
She has a heart for teenagers (hence why she works in the youth group), loves her cat even when he/she is about to bite her, puts up with the torrents of squirrels, loves to bake, likes football (that's a guess from one of your posts Sarah), has a blast with her friends, is close with her family and laughs. A lot.


We all have been looking forward to this weekend for what seems like months. I have to say though that my mother and mother in law have been asking all sorts of questions about "the others" who I am meeting. I can understand their concern,
but I have no qualms about this weekend what so ever. More excitement at meeting people I know in person!!

Which leads to realizing that I need to do laundry and pack still.
Looking forward to seeing you ladies tomorrow!!!! ;)

A new memory

Earlier this week, I was reading through the Advance paper, that is
placed in our mailbox on Wednesdays, and my eye caught a picture of our
city's symphony. It brought back memories when Ed and I were dating,
and he would take me to hear the symphony. The music stirs me. To the
point of tears. It soothes me and I feel like I am being bathed in
solitude and quietness. I could sit for hours with my eyes closed
basking in the crescendo's, let the feel of the soul of the music glide
right over me. To hear notes on a page come alive to the point of being
able to see the journey you are being taken on. So, all that to say
that I love listening to a live symphony.

I was able to feel all of this today. And I was able to take it a step further by exposing our children to it. The article in the paper above was about the symphony performing a Lollipop concert. I read on curious as to what this was about. The reading of Zin, Zin, Zin A Violin by Lloyd Moss was going to be acted/played by the symphony. Our son was given this book by one of our friends who is a band teacher in IL and it has become one of the favorites in our home to be read.

With Ed in the UP this weekend, I decided that this would be a perfect opportunity to get out of the house, learn something new and have fun doing it, experiencing one of the things I enjoy, and doing all of this with our kids.

To sum it up, it was enjoyed by all three of us. We were able to talk about the different types of instruments, how the music made us feel during different points in the concert, and learned to see with our ears the book being read.

It was a great way to start the weekend and a memory I will carry with me forever.

kiss me*, i'm Irish

With St. Patrick's Day tomorrow, my Irish heritage shines extra bright. Not green mind you, but a nice hue of orange.
Admiration and awe mingle when I think of my dad, at the young age of 21,
venturing on a ship from N. Ireland to come to America with his friend.
Hearing stories of my grandfather, whom I never met, working as a milk man. Of my great grandfather being a lamp lighter. Of my father as a bread delivery man forBrusters Bread. Having explored with my husband the land I am a part of, and learned more of my ancestry by walking, hearing, tasting Irish culture. Being able to pass on this heritage to our children.
And the food. Penguins (not live ones mind you...), dulce, crisps, shortbread, snowballs, fish and chips smothered in gravy, orangina, biscuits, flake bars, Quality Street candy, the potatoes my Aunt Jennifer makes, Cadbury, tea sandwiches, scones, HP sauce.
Learning how to say "cow" with the correct intonation based on what county my relatives live in. Smiling every time Michigan is said (more likeMitchigan instead of Mishigan). Hearing the wee ones talk in the Irish cadence that makes my words seem so flat.
Oh to go back. To glimpse the ocean in Port Stewart. To see the boat yards
in Belfast. To smell the sea side. To hear the various lilts of voices.
To sit and chat with cousins, aunts and uncles.
Being able to say I am an Irish lass and am very proud of who I am.
I just may have to put the dual citizenship to use....


*Ed only please. :)

odd day

Today the weather dock on my computer says it is 71 out.
I am wearing a pair of capris.
I did not wear a coat outside.
My exercise for the day was shoveling snow.

I'm sure stranger things have happened, but to me, this seems pretty strange.

The kids are down in the valley playing in the pool (up to their knees) of melted snow. The snowpants can be washed. They can take showers. The snowpants can be washed. They can take showers. Breath in. Breath out. I. Can. Handle. This.

sense alert

I noticed some colors today while out and about that I haven't seen for
a very long time. Not really THAT long, but when all you see is white
every day for three months straight, a speck of color is noticed.

Green:
Grass. Actual, living grass. An oxymoron if I say so myself. Green grass nestled right up against the white snow.

Black:
To some, this is a very bleak color. But to me, seeing the black of the
driveway brings excitement for more outside play. The bikes can be
removed from the hangers. The scooter and assorted toys will once again
flood the garage and be in full use.

Red-Orange:
Now this color was the most exciting of all. I thought my eyes were deceiving
me. A quick detour in the vehicle proved me wrong when I saw the
movement of this color proudly displayed on the breast of a robin.

It's almost here. You could actually smell it today. Feel it in the clear,
warm air. A taste of what is to come. Almost. So close. Just out of
reach.

Spring.

A pretty pink day

Today was a pretty big pink day in our home. Hello Kitty came to visit in several different ways, celebrating our princess' 3rd brithday.

Pink Hello Kitty sheets for her new big girl bed (that used to be her mommy's).










Hello Kitty pillow.






Hello Kitty cake.












Strawberry Shortcake was also added in as the princess asked for a Shortcake apron. Thankfully after 3 stores, Shortcake was spotted. Purchased. Sewn just in time. And to compliment the apron, Grandma's gifts were kid's cookbooks which we can't wait to try out!



The day ended with hand dipping in the frosting (that wasn't covered yet) and reading of her new Curious George Visits the Chocolate Factory book given by her big special friends. :)

sleepy head

The yucky bug germs have been transferred from one child to the other.
The princess and I were playing hide and seek and she hid under her blanket
in her room. I gave her a few minutes as she loves to "hide".
I went up to her room and she was fast asleep.
Without her dolly.
Snoring.
It was 6:20.
I noticed goopy stuff in her eye. Just like her brother had last week. I really shouldn't be surprised.
The sad thing is that her birthday is a few days away and now she gets to be sick on her special day.
The fun curves life has in it!

today

Today has been a bit of a long day.

Downs:
1. Awake with sick son at 3:45 this morning.

2. Could not ease the searing pain in his ear.

3. Knowing antibiotics were going to be needed. This equals $$.

4. Finding out he had an ear infection in the other ear too.

5. It looks like a truck has run over him with dark circles under his blood shot eyes.

Ups:
1. Able to go back to sleep around 5:30.

2. Husband came in and soothed son to sleep in a matter of seconds. He IS super dad.

3. Antiobiotics were FREE at the store.

4. He has a very high pain tolerance (though this could be a down if he breaks a bone and never tells us).

5. All sickness came at once. Two ear infections, colds (or pink eye...no one knows) in both eyes, sore throat and upset stomach.

6. He did not miss one minute of school with it being winter break.


I'm ready for bed.

snipits of the day

#1:

Sam: Mom, I had a dream last night.

Me: Really? Do you remember what it was about?

Sam: No. But you were in it.

Me: Interesting. Was I doing anything?

Sam: I don't know. Don't you remember?

Me: Don't I remember what?

Sam: Don't you remember being there?

Me: In your dream?

Sam: Yeah. You were in my dream. Don't you remember?

Me: Um...no. I don't.

Sam: oh. well..maybe next time you'll remember.



#2: 4:30 a.m.

Alina (in her bed): MOMMMYYYY??!??

Me (in my bed): Yes Alina?

Alina: I wanted you to play with me.

Me: I will when the sun comes up.

Alina: But I wanted you to play with me!

Me: Wait until the sun comes up.

Alina: silence.

Alina: Mommy???

Me: yes Alina

Alina: Where's the books?

Me: In your room.

Alina: But I want you to read them.

Me: When the sun comes up.

Alina: silence.

Ahhh...the joys of having a child that talks in her sleep and can actually carry on a conversation.

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solved

Tonight at 5:30, my niece knocked on the door and came in.
This part of the mystery I knew. The kids were so excited that she was babysitting. I was excited too. To be out for a few hours with my handsome husband.
I called Ed to let him know I was all ready and he directed me to his office book case (in our home), 4th row up, all the way to the left, green notebook, front page.
There was a map with directions of where I was to meet him.
We ended up meeting at a Japanese/Chinese restaurant where we have dined before, but always on the Chinese side.
Tonight we experienced the hibachi side. It was fabulous. We were immediately warmed up from being so close to the flames. I think I may have even acquired a sun tan.
Soup, salad, shrimp appetizer (those brave enough had the opportunity to catch a flying shrimp, by mouth, from the chef), filet mignon, fresh veggies and rice.
So very tasty and I was fascinated with the chef and what a treat to watch our food being cooked right in front of us (plus the fancy knife and spatula throwing, egg tossing/catching with the spatula and not breaking, and the volcano onion...yes....just like the Office episode...Ed and I had a good chuckle over that).
After dinner we went to a different restaurant for dessert and non-stop conversation.
Home early due to roads as my niece had to be taken back home.
It was a great evening.
It was a great birthday. :)

the mystery

I found this slip of paper on my computer this morning.

"Someone will arrive at 5:30 pm to watch Sam and Alina.
Please be dressed (no jeans) by then for our evening.
After you have briefed the sitter, please call me for further instructions."

Oh the suspense!

silverware

There are now choices on the horizon.
A horizon that dawned rather quickly.
The waiting game seems to have fallen to the back of the line.
For now.
Decisions have taken the lead.
Decisions that include several forks in the road.
One fork leads to another.
No matter which prong is chosen.
Who knew there could be so many forks.

a hearty evening

With the weather the way it has been and the Super Bowl last night, a good hearty dish was being called for. Ed's taste buds were sending messages to his brain that had to do with white chili. I was up to the challenge.

The search started. Scouring over recipes looking for the one. I thought I had found it. This white chili was what I ended up making. It was OK. Too many beans, too little chicken for my taste (these two white items were what caused this chili to be considered acceptable in the "white" category). So the rest is in the freezer for another day whenst I may add some extra chicken.


What better to go with chili than corn bread. Again, the scouring ensued. And again, I thought I had found the recipe. My palate was anticipating what I thought was going to be some mouth watering corn bread. Perfect consistency and taste. I was sorely disappointed. Too bland. Not sweet enough and too gritty. But I did enjoy trying out one of Ed's dad's iron skillets and baking the bread in the oven. It did turn out very good, but just wasn't the taste I was looking for. So now I am on the lookout for a good cornbread recipe. One that is 3/4 good for you, possibly 4/4 good for you. :)

It was a good day, all snuggled inside with our family and watching a sport (with commercials that were so/so this year) that I have come to enjoy (with many years of Ed's patience in teaching me about all the rules. Especially moving the chains. That took a loooong time to teach this volleyball/cheerleader high school gal who knew nothing of the sport.) The company sure made up for the so-so food.

current news

1. There is a blizzard warning until midnight tonight.
2. The highway is closed in 3 areas between our home and where my husband is at a retreat (of which he is supposed to come home today).
3. I have a nice big candle burning to give off a nice piney scent.
4. We are toasty and all snuggled in despite the blowing craziness outside.
5. All three of us are still in our jammies.

not there yet

I'm finding that I am not a patient person when it comes to waiting. Not waiting in line, or waiting for the water to boil, but waiting for answers. Waiting for opportunities. Waiting for the change that we've been anticipating over such a stretch of time. Today brought an answer that is going to bring forth more waiting. The answer was not one that was expected or well liked. Honestly, I did not appreciate the answer one bit. But that is something that I, personally, need to weed through. So we wait. Again. Different roads are coming up and we wait to see which will be traversed. I am not handling this well and really prefer to just ignore it, but it's right in my face day in and day out, so it can not be brushed under the rug. I hope on the other side I can look back and say that I learned from this waiting period. That I grew. That I did not become bitter or harbor ill thoughts. I hope the same for my husband. That when we do reach a pit stop, receive an answer, come to the oasis in the trying desert journey, that we will be able to look across from where we journeyed and see how we were given enough water along the way to make it one more day. And realize that the wait was absolutely worth it.