Monday, April 21, 2014

Weekend Wrap-Up, Easter Style



Another Easter has come and gone. The colors were vibrant, the sun was shining, the sugar had the kids buzzed until 10:00 pm.  It was the usual.


The girls decked themselves out in their favorite dresses. Rella in a hand-me-down, Tink had borrowed Pink's dress and Rella's sweater. Pink, who usually hates dresses, was rocking one of the few she owns that I can get her into without complaint.  CB was MIA enjoying her Spring Break in Maryland with her Dad and grandparents. 


Rella woke us up at 6:30 am to announce that it was Easter and could they look for their baskets!
We held her off until about 7:15.  You would think these baskets are the most amazing things in the world, but they are actually pretty modest.  I love that they get so excited about this stuff.  It makes everything more fun and it certainly won't be like this forever.

So, by 8:00 am the "Easter Bunny" part of the morning was complete and we moved on to celebrations with family and friends.



One of our neighbors has a wonderful annual brunch and Egg Hunt. It is not only an Egg Hunt, it is the world's most organized egg hunt in the world's best back yard for hunting.  This thing is a classic, complete with a huge buffet, many of their family, friends and neighbors, kids galore, yummy mimosas and holiday magic.  

Nothing says "egg hunt" like white crystal studded heels. 








Later that afternoon, we headed to my Mom's in PA and enjoyed another picturesque egg hunt on her property followed by her usual elegant dinner.






And to top off the evening, we busted out the home movies on the' old school' projector. My kids were all like "Uh, what the heck is that thing." And, silent movies projected onto a freakin' WALL?  That blew their mind. Thank God my brother-in-law knows how to operate this dinosaur! 
It was AWESOME.




It was so cute to watch these films with our respective kids.  The resemblances between my niece and my sister, me and Pink, and my nephew and my brother were near uncanny.  We got to see our own parents young, in love and still together, our grandparents spry and healthy, and the exuberance of a happy childhood in our faces.  

It all goes so fast. So much changes. It's nice to sit back and appreciate all that has been with all you have now... and all you have left to live and enjoy. 


Friday, April 18, 2014

Kicking off Spring Break


It's the first day of Spring Break!  Everyone is pretty psyched about some family time and some sleeping in.  But before school let out there was the adorable Kindergarten Spring Concert. 


Out of tune singing, and cuteness galore.  My last Kindergarten concert ever.  It made me kinda sad.


CB headed to her Dad's in Maryland for her Spring Break.  
Her new stim has to do with flashcards.... dumping them out of the box, putting them back in.  
There are a million flashcards all over the place.



On this first day, Good Friday, the girls were scheduled to have haircuts and Pink, who has been begging to donate her hair to help people with cancer, finally got her wish.  



She literally has been asking if she can donate her hair for two years and I always talk her out of it.  I was worried her hair would be too too short and I really like her hair longer.  But, after running into a friend at the coffee shop this morning whose daughter just donated HER hair, she told me about Pantene Beautiful Lengths. The great thing about this organization is that you only need a minimum of 8 inches instead of 10. Also, the wigs they make are given FREE of charge unlike Locks of Love who charge their clients several hundred dollars.

Not to judge, because Locks of Love does great stuff, but I really like to support an organization that doesn't put an additional financial burden on people already paying for medical bills.

Here was Pink's hair on Christmas, and it grew a little bit longer since then.



And here it is 9 inches shorter! 


It was all really spontaneous actually.  The haircuts were already scheduled today since they were off of school.  Then, I ran into my friend.  Then, Pink started in on her whole "dream of donating her hair" again. Then, I took out the tape measurer and realized, her hair really wouldn't be that short.  So, we went to the hair salon as scheduled and I just left it up to her.  

She didn't bat an eye. She was so excited!  I've never seen a kid so proud of herself! 
The cool thing is that every kid I know who has donated their hair (and I actually know quite a few) have always 
1. Come up with the idea on their own and been very passionate about it and 
2. Feel so amazing after they do it.  

Plus, kids have the PERFECT hair because it has never been processed and it's not gray!

I think for young kids, it really means something for them to make a decision like this and give one of the few things they can to help another.  It's such a great opportunity for kids to really feel that charitable spirit. 

If you or your child are interested, please check out the Pantene Beautiful Lengths webpage where they have simple instructions and guidelines. 

 


That's my girl. So proud.

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Weekend-Wrap Up: Spring In Our Step



Breaking News: We wore flip flops this weekend here in Jersey.  Astonishing, I know.  It was almost... dare I say... hot on Sunday. 
Yet, no one complained. It was a long, cold winter.


Saturday was a morning soccer game followed by a Egg Hunt #1 which is the township's annual hunt.  We use the term "hunt" lightly. There is no actual hunting of eggs - they are simply laying right out in the open in the freshly mowed plot of grass behind a roped off area. 
You don't do it for the challenge. You do it for the chocolate inside each egg that has turned into a melted puddle of goop thanks to the hot sun. 
And, you do it because it's tradition. We love tradition 'round here.



And you do it for the freakishly man-sized Easter Bunny who comes to visit on a firetruck.
Rella loves this dude, but the other girls have long been unimpressed. I think when they gaze into his mesh eyes and see the outline of a human head, it freaks them out.




Post-festivities, we headed off to our afternoon charity project - helping Angels of God assemble 628 Easter baskets! These were  distributed to local homeless shelters, food pantries, and needy families. Each 'basket maker' received index cards with the gender and age of specific children who would be recipients. Then, they personalized the basket for that child - the girls LOVED this part, and I think it made it more meaningful...especially when they got a girl around their age! We are so blessed to live in a community that offers wonderful philanthropy opportunities for children.



CB was a trooper through our three hour shift, and as a whole did AWESOME.  But, I had to keep a constant eye on her as she kept stealing and shredding the beautiful yellow ribbons volunteers were working so hard to assemble. Then she kept trying to steal the grass out of the Easter baskets.  It's like... I have a toddler.  
Perpetual toddler. 

Palm Sunday is a big event with the Italian Catholic "Dr. Fabulous"side of the family. We all congregated at my in-laws with the North Jersey constituency and ate and played all day long. 

The traditional egg hunt was a hit, as always.  Hunt #2 - done.  Two down, two to go Easter Weekend!






During this wonderful family afternoon, I realized it was again like I had a toddler.  I changed  3 wet and one soiled diaper, cut up food, cleaned up spills. I chased CB more than once as she went bolting too far outside of the yard, and apologized for her hitting other children. She ripped a decorative wreath off a wall and destroyed it, broke a pair of rosary beads, ate the "palm" that was given to us for Palm Sunday, stuck her hand in the bowl of salsa, and stole everyone's drink.  That was just her warm-up.





Yup, I still have a 19 year old toddler. Sometimes you gotta laugh. Sometimes you gotta drink the strong stuff. Some weekends necessitate a little of both.

Friday, April 11, 2014

Parallel Play




As close as CB gets to "playing with her sisters."
We'll take it.




Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Catching Up




Spring Soccer season has commenced as has my own training for my first triathlon. Like Fall, Spring is a busy time when this family runs around a bit. Between four kids in three different schools, two in swimming, two in soccer, three in art, two in girl scouts and one in tennis and a partridge in a pear tree we are seldom bored.

In between the running, there is the living.  Two missing top teeth for Tink. Her smile is ever altered.


But as she says, "Mom, I still rock the cuteness."
Not modest, that one. Not modest at all.

The sun has finally come out.  I think Spring is "springing" at long last.  Rella had fun finding the buds on the trees. We had a picnic lunch outside before she got on the afternoon bus today, because we were just that excited to be in the warm grass.







Weekends are soccer-oriented now, with games on both Saturday and Sunday.  Pink is meeting new girls on her team and we are meeting new moms and dads on the sidelines. 

"Who is that?" one of Pink's teammates asked looking over at CB as she swirled her beads and squealed sitting on a blanket. My ears pricked and I immediately did the I'm pretending like I'm not looking or listening but I really am thing. Of course, I was interested in how 9 year old Pink was going to manage the question.  She's had a lot of practice, but usually she just tells me what she says to her peers later.  I get the recap.

"Oh, that's my big sister," Pink said looking over at CB affectionately.  She offered nothing else but a smile, pure and genuine, that lingered on her face.




That's my Pink.

My husband is watching some disturbing, violent movie in the next room that is totally distracting so I gotta wrap this post up. I seriously need ear plugs. I hate that crap he watches.

Peace, out.

Monday, March 31, 2014

Weekend Wrap-Up


The evening is coming to a close, the girls are playing gleefully in their bedroom waiting for me to start the bedtime ritual. I will, as soon as CB eats her way through a half pound of cheese and I try to squeeze in a blog post. They have dwindled because it's hard to find the time, so I suppose I'll just have to catch it when I can.


As a reward for working on my freelance deadline until midnight last night,  a glass of wine is waiting for me on my bedside table, next to a stack of the most random books that I probably won't get to before falling asleep. The wine is the dregs from last Tuesday's bookclub. Someone had to drink it before it went bad. Actually, it might well already BE bad given that six days have gone by, but my body is far from a sensitive one. My mamma raised me with lots of dirt and germs. Did me good.

Back to the random stack of books. I have 'Eleanor and Park', a middle grade book I recommended to my 14 year old niece and she has now lent it to me.  It is supposed to be very smartly written. Plus, what 40-something woman doesn't want to feel what it was like to be back in high school?  I have a chick lit book by Lisa Genova that my good friend from Virginia mailed to me weeks ago because the character reminded her so much of me. I have a handbook on how to help tweens navigate the social media waters called @Sophie Takes a #Selfie that I will be reviewing here very soon!


Stay posted for that!

Oh, and I also have a book entitled: "Your First Triathlon."

Yeah, because somehow I'm doing that — Training for a triathlon. It's a sprint distance, mind you. That's the shortest one they make. It's "only" a quarter mile swim in open water, a 10-mile bike ride then a 5K (3 mile) run. But no worries. It's 2 entire months away and I only just started training a few weeks ago.  Haven't swam in over 20 years and don't know how to swim yet without dying?  Don't own a bike and have only ridden on a stationary bike thus far? Need to train for a triathlon like I need a hole in my head?  Well, these things are true. I suppose I'll improve eventually, but at this point all this training is doing is making me tired, hungry and deeply humbled.

So, there hasn't been much blogworthy over here. Tink lost both front teeth and looks cute as a button. You could drive a tractor through her face. CB had a successful IEP meeting and we are requesting the return of her 1:1 aide. We'll see how that goes. Our family is planning a trip to Disney in the near future and Dr. Fabulous and I will hopefully heading for Nashville for a three-day, kid-free vacation.  The kids won't get out of school until June 25th due to all the snow.


Our weekend was a wash out but rain is far better than snow.  Though, when I left the house this morning at 6:50 am to take Pink to her weekly 7:00 am school band practice (and, why yes, that is quite an obnoxious hour now that you mention it) there was some sort of wintery mix falling from the sky.  It's like Old Man Winter just had show us who was boss on this last day of March.  Whatever. I think we're all just grateful that Spring is around the bend, even if it's not that warm yet and it's all rainy and overcast. It's amazing what you appreciate when you adjust to a new baseline.

That probably sort of catches us up a little bit.  Hope you all are doing well!

Thursday, March 20, 2014

tHERsDay




A few weeks back, a deaf man began attending our church. He is tall, thin, nicely dressed, probably in his seventies. He sits in the very front row to see his interpreter signing the entire service. 
It is quite beautiful, her signing. 

The first day they were there, the priest introduced the interpreter and the newest member to our parish. I craned my neck to watch all of her signs. And he, enraptured, signed his responses with large, dramatic motions.  

We did "The Peace," where we turn to our neighbors and offer each other a little "Peace be with you" accompanied by a handshake. Across the room I heard a sound, belonging to the deaf gentleman. It sounded like a voice muffled underwater, a voice saying "Praise!!" Loud, bold, full of joy. 
I saw him turned around to the entire congregation with a giant grin on his face, hands waving high in the air, sharing the peace.  Shouting out the words he himself could not hear.  

I don't know why, but it filled my heart with such happiness.
Maybe it's because I spend so much time trying to hush CB, trying to hide in a little corner of the room. I loved how he just let himself be known.  


After the service, we do our little ritual. We stop at the coffee shop and meet up with family.  We hang out and drink the best coffee ev'ah. Then, we hit the Sunday free samples next door at the chain grocery store. This particular day, Dr. Fabulous cut out from the coffee shop early to head to the gym.  I had all four girls and my instinct was to just take them home. But the pouts of the three little ones (and the fact that I actually needed milk) sent me heading into the grocery store outnumbered.  

CB proceeded to drool all over the fresh bagels, run, drop to the floor, and have a quasi melt down in the check out line.  But, my little ducklings stayed in a row, each taking a bag without question or complaint. We all fell seamlessly into the act of a family. We all know the drill.  

And oddly, this time, I felt proud to be out in the world, not conspicuous. Proud that with only two hands I managed to keep a hold of CB's coat as she tried to run off, crying and wild, while paying as a long line formed behind me, that my girls were magnificently helpful and not barraging me with a million questions, that I was calm and smiling despite the teenage check-out dude's odd glances at us. 
That we made it out alive. 
That I didn't care what everyone else thought.

As we bolted to the car in relief, CB like a missile through the crowded parking lot, coat half hanging off, shoe flying off her foot onto the pavement, milk bag threatening to rip wide open, I felt a sense of triumph. 
Felt like flinging my arms out into the world, and hollering into the blue sky 
"Praise!" 



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