We went to a children’s Christmas party that we attend annually and it’s through this party I really see the my kids aging….sob! When they were so young it was labor intensive for me at this party, chasing them around, making sure they ate. We would often have to leave BEFORE Santa arrived as my daughter was deathly afraid! Fast forward a bit and my husband and started to be able to sit back and enjoy our meals while the kids enjoyed the face painting, cookie decorating, dancing, and the delight of Santa.
This year? As we geared up I was so excited…the Christmas party is coming up I would declare as it got closer………and shoulders would shrug with barely a smile! I mean, they do all still believe in Santa THANK GOODNESS! But, I can see they are just getting over it all bit.
They are so grown up!
I don’t know….it seems like the longer they are married the younger they look!
I just talked to them and my dad said “you know you don’t meet a lot of people who are married this long…” :) It’s pretty amazing isn’t it?
I just love that photo. It’s my 9-year-old (as of today) twins getting sung to at Red Robin by 10 members of the wait staff. We were all feeling a little kooky and punch drunk coming off of 5 hours at Great Wolf Lodge. Yup you heard me. Somehow the hubs and I got dragged back this year as a way of avoiding birthday parties. I kinda of loathe that place. But the kids….they can’t get enough.
And it’s 2 hours away which isn’t bad. We spend one night and that’s our big birthday vacation celebration. After Red Robin we went back for more “fun” and the next morning we were at it again at 9 a.m! Thank goodness Starbucks is in the building. The wear and tear on mine and the hubs bodies is deep from this trip. But, I must say the highlight was when the attendant at the hydroplunge ride looked at me and my 55 pound 9-year-old and said,
are you guys a minimum of 150 pounds together?
Um what?! I don’t know who you are kid at Great Wold Lodge, but I LOVE YOU!
Back home and today is the official birthday which means we went out for hibachi tonight. As we ate I thought about 9 years ago, and how I barely remember these guys.
Nonetheless it was a wonderful day. I just wish it would all slow down!
Have a great weekend! (We are soccer free and loving it!)
A couple of Saturdays ago my husband and I had a Halloween party to attend…costumes mandatory. For most people, like my husband, this is an opportunity to have fun and do something that he loves to do, dress up. For someone more introverted like me, this invitation initially made me groan and shudder.
SO, I’ll back it up a bit. My husband starts growing his beard around August every year in anticipation of Halloween to don one of his two costumes….a Barbarian or a Bavarian. He will dress up regardless of whether of not we are invited to a party. He will dress up to simply trick or treat with the kids, or show up at my parents over 55 community Halloween party, or just to walk around town. I love this about him. I have the matching Barbarian costume but it’s been worn several times so I went in search of a matching Bavarian costume this year.
I found one but wow it seems all costumes are made in a very revealing fashion. I tried it on at the Spirit Costume store and pleaded with the 20-year-old sales girl to give me an honest opinion about whether or not my 43-year-old body could pull this off. She said I could. I still decided to wear shorts underneath so nothing would sneak out. :)
And this was our final look as a Bavarian couple right before we took off to the party.
I still wasn’t convinced.
But we got to our darkly lit Halloween party where we saw so many fun costumes and unrecognizable friends. We laughed so much. It was more fun than I’ve had in a long time. And I realized there’s something to this costume party thing. Dressing up adds a different element of amusement and inhibition to a party.
Do you wear a costume for Halloween?
Last weekend we celebrated my father’s 81st birthday. It was a simple family gathering with my sister and brother. Since we aren’t all together that often I thought it would be nice to snap a photo of the five of us…our primary family.
I think the birthday boy looks better than anyone…yet I know he’s going to be mad at me for revealing his age!
Happy Birthday Dad!!!!!!!
My son is playing on a travel ice hockey team. Most of the time my husband and I are split up managing the kids and the activities and I’m not able to see him play. But last month I was excited that we “traveled” as a family to nearby Queens to watch him play.
I actually felt a bit anxious as the moments got closer to the game, and busied myself snapping away photos…what I do always!
When we got home I was taken by one photo in particular and asked my son about it.
“This was right before you went on the ice” I said to him, “were you nervous about the game?” He said, “No mommy, I was just staring at the Zamboni.”
He wasn’t nervous! I was nervous! Hockey is his passion. It’s about having fun. So here I was projecting my adult feelings about the game onto him when he was just being a child, being mystified about the big truck on the ice. :)
What a great lesson for me! I want to look at this photo forever, slow down time, and remember that he’s still my little boy. :)
Though I was born and lived the first 20 years of my life in New Jersey, and I do have a strong affinity for the state that is chastised by some, I’ve been living in NY for more than half of my life. I now consider myself a New Yorker and couldn’t be more proud, especially on days like today, 9/11.
I lived in NYC on 9/11, just several miles away from all of the devastation. Like most people, I remember the events of the day vividly….the beautiful blue sky that day, the call that I received that alerted me to the horror, and so on. But unlike other people, I cannot listen to the news on the anniversary, I cannot look at the names, and I have never ever been back to that area. Maybe its post-traumatic stress or some kind of denial. Even writing this is an arduous task.
Instead, every 9/11 I reflect silently and hope and pray for all of the families that were affected. And today I did talk to my children about it as well.
How do you deal, if at all, with 9/11?
Today marks the first week of 4th and 2nd grade complete in this house and this may have been the toughest transition back to school my kids have ever experienced. All Labor day weekend long my daughter kept reminding me not to remind her that school was starting on Tuesday. Though each day of the long weekend brought the threat of rain, it held out and we raced to our town pool to spend every last moment we could before it closed on Monday.
Monday night I couldn’t sleep at all…I was getting over a cold and heard my little one coughing throughout the night as well. But I did get up early for my job as drill sergeant to get everyone ready for that 7:41 bus. I figured it would be late on the first day as it always is though which would give me some time for pictures…..
As soon as I snapped this photo we heard that all familiar roar of the bus up the street and we raced down it. I shoved the kids on. It was not the send off I wanted…especially for my little one in her new school! I felt so tired and guilty and mixed up. But luckily I had my annual meet up with friends at Starbucks to look forward to and that helped a lot.
The first day of school was also the hottest day of the year so the poor kids were sweltering. My daughter came home early and sick! (Luckily she was able to return the next day.) There’s been a lot of grumpiness and whining and all around malaise. I know they are tired and so am I but I am thrilled the weather is still summer like!
How has back to school gone for you?
I love summer and right about now is when I start to plummet into depression as the days getting shorter and I’m cognizant of the fact that it is 7:35 and starting to get dark.
Don’t get me wrong…the kids have been driving me crazy….biting each other, punching each other, whining….I know you know what I’m talking about. And they were not happy to be dragged along today when I had to go to the store (because summertime also means I perpetually have no groceries because I rarely get to the store!).
However, I had a moment when I was checking out and they were all happily comparing their sour spray flavors……….not only will I miss summer in September, but, as crazy as they make me, I am going to miss these guys…….terribly!!!
I’m wondering if I’m the only mom right now who is feeling this way. Fall is going to be so busy. I could use one more month of summer :)
When you marry a guy who is one of SEVEN that’s right SEVEN children, you have a lot of family events to attend, especially in the spring and summertime. (My husband was an uncle at age nine!) I happen to love it coming from a small family.
On Saturday night our gorgeous niece Ari got married and stupid me I didn’t even snap a picture of her and the groom, but I did of course get a picture of her and my monkeys!
After the ceremony some of the kids were playing with the rose petals and I took what I think is one of the most beautiful shots ever.
It kind of makes me cry to look at it…so innocent…
The kids are at a nice age to attend family events and be able to run hang with their cousins and have fun. The only downside was that they crashed by 10:0; they were done!
I kept looking over at their older cousins sitting together sharing drinks and was thinking that it won’t be too long before that’s these guys…and then I got choked up!