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Ten Things About Me

2015 March 25
by Mia

1. I sleep with green ear plugs from Walgreens. Occasionally they cling to my pajamas and will find new homes all over the house — at which time a disgusted yelp will be heard from the other members of the family.

2. I had a six month spree where I called 911 monthly. Saw a stumbling drunk woman trying to get into her car; noted a wheel loose on an 18-wheeler; smelled gas by the neighbor’s house…if I was slightly suspicious, I called.

3. I didn’t start flossing until age 40. My husband was not a big flosser which resulted in a painful deep cleaning — I’ve been flossing every day since.

4. I’m a classic introvert and need solo time each day. In the winter, this most likely means 30 minutes in the bathtub to warm up before bedtime; in the summer, I grab a good book and enjoy a quiet 30 minute of reading before making dinner.

5. I was in the Los Angeles riots. I was attending University of Southern California and living in an off-campus apartment – blocks away from where local business were being looted and burned to the ground. I didn’t feel fear until my Dad showed up with a gun to whisk me away to safety (didn’t even know he owned one).

6. I still don’t carry recycling bags to the grocery store and feel a need to make up a story — “Oops, I forgot them”; “Oops, we are using them for library bags”; and “Oops, I wasn’t planning on stopping at the store and didn’t bring them”.

7. I am no longer a natural redhead. After years of highlights to hide the grey, I finally bit the bullet and started to go the single process hair route in September.

8. Turbulence makes me nervous. I’ve been known to assume the emergency position on more than a few occasions.

9. I feel very protective of Friday nights. While I’d love to be the type to have impromptu dinners with other families or grab a date night with my husband — I find that by Friday night, all I want to do is to re-connect with my family of four.

10. I’m much happier at 42 than I was at 32. My frantic pace has slowed and my gratitude has grown. I can only imagine and hope this will continue with each decade.

 

Digging Out

2015 March 23
by Wendy

 

No, not digging out of snow like Mia and all of our friends and family in Boston. Rather, more like digging out of a bunch of little rock slides that piled up over the course of a few weeks.

It all started with minimum days at school for my boys. Seems rather innocuous, but having only 8:25-12:20 sans boys for an entire week-plus really rocks my world. Productivity hits an all-time low during minimum days, and this time was no exception.

Then, my sweet dog experienced a health setback that caused some more disruption in our schedule. For a week, she would only eat if it was out of my hand. Sweet, but with boys only at school four hours, 30 minutes of hand-feeding a day put a serious kink in the schedule. She is getting back on track, I think, so that is a start.

On the heels of that was a trip to Arizona and a baseball tournament for my husband and oldest son. They had a great time, but the prep and packing was crazy and the aftermath of that included a ton of laundry and the stomach flu for my oldest (which, in turn, caused more laundry). Of course, the illness was over the two days my husband was in Seattle.

Just when I was getting back together, I lost my house key on Thursday. I actually think I left it in the door (!) and after a few deliveries it was no where to be found. I booby-trapped all of our doors that night, didn’t sleep a wink, and was so thankful for the locksmith who arrived at 10am on Friday.

This weekend was consumed with more baseball and the dreaded science fair project. You know the funny quotes and write-ups about how awful the science fair is that you see on Facebook? All true. My son conducted his experiments all in a timely manner, created a fantastic report, but the seemingly simple task of creating a trifold presentation board was nothing short of challenging. I wouldn’t call some of our interactions over the weekend my best parenting moments.

However, it is now Monday and – aside from my dog falling down and skinning her cute little nose today on a walk – I think I have dug out of the rubble and am back on top of things. Looking forward to this new week with full days of school and a few more hours a day to get things done.

Before I get to my to-do list, though, there were a few bright spots amidst the rock slides:

A peaceful walk at night before Bloomy's vertigo came back.

A peaceful walk at night before Bloomy’s vertigo came back.

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Amazing night sky after a baseball game.

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One of many trips to ice cream over the “weekend of yes” when my husband and older son were in Arizona.

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My husband pawing through (and getting excited by) a yummy new cookbook sent by a dear friend.

Big Decisions

2015 March 19
by Mia

We have a big decision to make and are currently evaluating the best choice for our family.

Big decisions are tough — Should I follow my heart and move to San Francisco with my beloved? Should my beloved and I move from San Francisco to Boston to chase a dream? Should I go back to work with my newborn at home?

I remember having a really difficult time with that last question. My firstborn’s colick started to disappear right about the time I was due back at work. My heart wasn’t ready to leave this new life right at the time she was awakening to the world — but I was afraid of “giving” up my career. I finally worked up the nerve to speak to my manager about options and she gave me the best advice:

Make a decision on what makes sense for the next 6 months and keep re-evaluating every 6 months.  You’ll know when it’s time to make a change.

Suddenly, everything became really clear. No longer was I making a “forever” decision, but one that would be for the short-term. That felt doable — and I decided to go back to work (part-time) and kept re-evaluating until 18 months when it was time to take on a new change.

So as we are yet again faced with another big decision and I’m relying on that same advice.  And sure enough, once we broke down our decision into 6 month increments, we found our answer.  And some much needed inner peace as well.

How do you go about big decisions?

Happy Birthday, Bobo!

2015 March 17
by Mia

While the rest of the Boston Irish are downing green beer, this Freckled Redhead will be quietly wishing my grandmother a happy birthday.

Today would have been her 93rd birthday. I remember…

- her love of wool cardigans and long sleeve polo shirts.
- the brown/orange lipstick that complimented her Greek olive skin and was worn 24 hours/day.
- her tangy Italian salad dressing that she’d serve in round wooden salad bowls.
- the beach towels that she had embroidered with each of her five grandchildren’s names.
- her golf swing that was perfected after 50 years of golfing.
- the smell of her perfume mixed with Aquanet.
- her folded newspapers consumed at 4pm each afternoon with a glass of dry sack sherry.

One of the last times I saw my grandmother was when my oldest was 9 months old. Her dry and wrinkled hand held my little one’s baby-smooth chunky fingers. At the time I was struck by the contrast between old and new; lifeless and full of life. Yet now I think of that memory a bit differently – it was as if she was sending her last bit of love and energy to the next generation.  And as I look at each of my children, I can’t help but see a bit of that social and feisty Greek grandmother in each of them.

Happy Birthday my lovely Bobo!

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Spring Awakening

2015 March 12
by Mia

Spring is here! At least for 24 hours.  We had a unusual 60 degree temp day today which was such a sign from the heavens that we are slowly inching towards spring.  Good things come with 60 degree temps — the driveway is now clear of ice, the 8 foot snow banks are now 6 feet, and I finally wore shoes WITHOUT SOCKS!  An epic day to remember. Now back to our regularly scheduled March with snow anticipated this weekend.

The biggest observation of the past 24 hours has been my mood – instantly elevated with the sun and warm weather attire. I was full of hugs, smiles, kind gestures and patience.  Amazing what some vitamin D and optimism can do for a gal.

I love this photo from a few days ago.  We have a neighborhood pond a few blocks from our house and it’s the perfect distance for family walks.  Somewhere under all that snow are two park benches — gives you a sense of how much more snow needs to melt.  This white stuff could add a major twist to the Easter Egg hunt!

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In other news, I’m LOVING this J.Crew skirt.  Finally, skirt lengths for the 40+ crowd!  The color and shape just scream spring to me….can’t wait to see it in person!

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Mama Down

2015 March 9
by Mia

Last week was full of challenges. I re-sprained my previously broken pinkie toe for the second time in a month, limiting me to the ugliest pair of winter boots to wear. We had our sixth ice dam leak, this time leaving a two foot stain on my favorite grasscloth wallpaper. And Mama caught the stomach flu while Husband was traveling for work.

At 2pm, I was feeling sluggish. By 5pm, I was in bed with the chills and awful stomach cramps. By 7pm, I was on the floor and could barely communicate.  It was a rough few hours.

It wasn’t until 10pm that the peak of the storm had passed and I was able to survey the surroundings.  Little clues helped me piece together what these two sisters were up to.  It looked like homework was completed, Mexican casserole was re-heated for dinner, school lunches were made (with carrots!), baths were drawn, and two sisters were snuggled next to one another — fast asleep in Big Sister’s bed.

The focus of this blog has always been to find the goodness in our life experiences — even if it is the smallest little nugget of goodness. And last week taught me that even in times of absolute surrender to the world, there was still plenty of goodness right in front of me.  Like two sisters that can take care of themselves and one another.  That makes me a happy Mama.

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Family Meetings

2015 March 5
by Wendy

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Does your family have regularly scheduled family meetings?

Last night, I went to a parent education night and the speaker was a local family therapist. The topic was “Managing BIG Emotions”, and it was fantastic. In addition to the talk about managing emotions, she shared some of her tips on how to maintain a (mostly) harmonious house with children. She is a strong proponent of weekly family meetings that last about 10-20 minutes.

Here’s her advice on how to structure the meetings:

  • Compliments: The meetings should start with compliments for each other, then delve into the business of the family.
  • Business: She suggests an open agenda, in which anyone can add their issues to discuss. Issues such as cell phone usage, screen time per day, routines or chores, and the like. The goal is for everyone to have input and buy-in to decisions that affect the household.  Items or “pilot programs” that require follow-up can be put on the agenda for the following week.
  • Fun: She then suggested planning something fun during the meeting – an upcoming trip, a Sunday Funday, or even a trip to ice cream during the week.
  • Schedule: Finally, she suggests ending the meeting with a schedule sync for the week for that everyone is on the same page.

Sounds pretty reasonable, doesn’t it? I have called a family meeting for this coming Sunday, and am hoping this is a great way to enhance our family communications.

 

Snapshot of March 4th

2015 March 4
by Mia

What I’m Reading:

The Boston Girl by Anita Diamant is on my nightstand and next to be devoured.

What I’m Eating:
My vegetables have been lacking this winter in favor of chili, casseroles and stews.  So I’m making it a priority to eat more green foods — and the Veggetti has been a huge help.  I substitute my zucchini “veggetti” for pasta and voila — a healthy dinner.

What I’m Coveting:
All things spring. Yet mostly it’s the first day that I can walk outside wearing no socks. I’m so sick of boots — knee high, mid-calf, ankle height — doesn’t matter. I just crave the first 40 degree day when I can wear my favorite ballet flats and show some skin (sounds naughty).

What I’m Watching:
The Hubby and I are finally getting caught up on House of Cards — halfway though Season 2. I’m just happy to have found a show that we both enjoy as that is no easy feat!

What’s Keeping Me Up at Night:

Quite literally, my neck and shoulders.  After all of this shoveling, massage and chiropractor visits have been required to relieve muscle stiffness and jammed joints.  Whose getting old?!?!

What’s Bringing me Smiles:

Running.  All of the Boston Marathon runners braved the ice this past weekend and I thought, heh, why not give it a whirl.  So off I ran on my 4 mile loop and returned feeling completely alive and full of hope.  Spring is on the way.

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Good Reads

2015 March 2
by Mia

The one bonus of this marathon winter is the daily excuse to curly up with a good book.  I’ve probably plowed through 15 books the past six weeks.  Below are a few of my favorites….

Non Fiction

The Opposite of Spoiled by Ron Lieber

Highly recommended parenting book on how to teach your kids financial responsibility.  My favorite suggestion is to give your children their entire clothing budget (based on what you’d normally spend for a season) and allow them to shop….and then sit back and watch them fail.  Better to learn now.

Being Mortal by Atul Gawande

The topic is heavy, but this book will stay with me for quite some time.  The author is a doctor/writer who is documenting how poorly our medical system takes care of people in their last stage of their life.  Doctors prance around the topic of death as much as patients do — but it’s a necessary conversation to possibly avoid prolonged suffering.

Queen Bees and Wannabes by Rosalind Wiseman

Another good read about raising tweens and teen girls.  This book brought back many memories of my 6th grade year when the teasing was cruel. It also gave me some tips on how to avoid the tween eye rolls.

Fiction

Girl on the Train by Paula Hawkins

A quick page-turner similar to Gone Girl. Story starts a bit slow, but picks up speed when someone ends up missing.

Big Little Lie by Liane Moriarty

Liane Moriarty always has soap opera stories about the “40 year old Mother” category and this is no exception.

Everything I Never Told You by Celeste Ng

The first chapter starts, “Lydia is dead. But they don’t know this yet.”  Another good page turner.

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Switching gears, thought I’d share one more snow photo from the other day.  Can you spot the stop sign? 2015-02-27 10.20.31

 

Snow Schmow

2015 February 26
by Mia

Post dedicated to MaryAnn — thank you for reading!

I try to be optimistic and full of sunshine and smiles — but this winter has transformed me into a true New Englander…hard, bitter, grumpy and complaining about all-things weather.  Over 100 inches of snow, 6 snow days, 5 ice dams and breaking the record for the longest string of days below 20 degrees — I’m ready to throw in the towel.

I started down the path of writing about the impact of 102.6 inches of snow — snow mounds that bury stop signs, buckets sporadically placed to catch the ice dams leaks, and the fact that the kids have not had a full 5-day week of school in a month.  The post started to take a depressing turn and quite honestly, is most accurately captured in this NY Times Op-Ed piece.

So instead, I’m going to write about the small (and they are small) signs of spring that I’m noting on this winter day.

  • The sun.  The source of my freckles and melanoma is also the source of my strength and certainty that brighter times are around the corner. The sun gets me outside and I can’t help but look up, close my eyes, and take in all of the solar energy.
  • Easter candy.  So thrilled to see Easter goodness populating the aisles of Whole Foods.  We may be hunting for Easter Eggs in our snow pants, but seeing Peeps is a sign that spring is coming.
  • Forsythia.  I read that in March, I can cut my Forsythia branches, soak them in water inside, and they will bloom in two weeks.  Now if I could just find my forsythia branches beneath the snow.
  • March. Seeing that our milk will expire on March 9th (MARCH!) makes me giddy.  We are getting there.
  • Lola dress.  I was killing 30 minutes before school pick up and next thing you know I’m standing in a fitting room wearing a bird-print sundress with a ’50′s cut.  Even though I can’t wear this adorable frock until June, it makes me happy to know I’ll be ready for an 80 degree happy hour.

Happy End of February! Let’s get this spring thing going stat!

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