Archive for March, 2008

Walked with Tayden


Tayden has been on spring break with his three lovely sisters so I haven’t seen this cutie pie in awhile. We walked, he requested his Mom hold him a little, when your small you get to request such things. It was a pleasure. And I haven’t talked to his Mom in so long that I don’t think I shut up the entire walk….believe it or not!

March 31, 2008 at 2:36 pm 2 comments

Met a new lil someone today named Josie


I haven’t asked the Mom of Josie if I could post pictures of her, so you get to see 9 day old feet. She has already been to her big sister’s school play and now, today a meet Josie get together….I think she’s destined to be social!

March 30, 2008 at 9:15 pm Leave a comment

How to shoot your kids


I love this book. It’s a reminder to take the everyday shots that are the most meaningful. I love grainy black and whites(one of my favorites) sometimes I think all the colors just get to distracting, there are less than ten color shots in the whole book. It’s pre-digital, but who cares? Its the mood of the shots that I love the most.

March 30, 2008 at 10:53 am Leave a comment

Have you seen this man?


He’s my Hubba-Bubba and he has been working hard on a charity benefit for the school for many, many moons and I miss him. He comes home at night but he’s so pooped his mouth doesn’t even open to form words. He grunts, points, showers and sleeps, I just know he’s capable of so much more! Well, if you see him tell him his wife and boys love him.  

March 29, 2008 at 5:21 pm Leave a comment

Scared for Joe

It’s time to register for Kindergarten and I’m scared… I was looking around and I found the poem below, I used to read it all the time when Nick was in Kindergarten and cry my eyes out, man it was rough so, so rough. I hope it’s better for Joe, pray even.


About School

He always wanted to say things. But no one understood. He always wanted to explain things but no one cared. So he drew. Sometimes he would just draw and it wasn’t anything. He wanted to carve it in stone or write it in the sky. He would lie out on the grass and look up in the sky and it would be only him and the sky and the things inside that needed saying. And it was after that that he drew the picture. He kept it under the pillow and would let no one see it. And he would look at it every night and think about it. And when it was dark, and his eyes were closed, he could still see it. And it was all of him and he loved it. When he started school he brought it with him. Not to show anyone, but just to have it with him like a friend. It was funny about school. He sat with three other pupils at a brown desk built for two. It was like all the other brown desks in the room and he thought it should be red. And his room was a square gray room with bare walls. Like the other two rooms in the school. In his room big tall blackboards divided his class from the other two classes. And it was tight and close and noisy. And at first he thought the black board near him would fall and crush him. He hated to hold the pencil and the chalk, with his arm stiff and his feet flat on the floor, with the teacher watching and watching. And then he had to write numbers. And they weren’t anything. They were worse than the letters that could be something if you put them together. And the numbers were tight and square and he hated the whole thing. And teacher kept the strap around her neck. The teacher came and spoke to him. She told him to wear epaulettes like all the other boys. He said he did not like them, and she said it did not matter. After that they drew. And he drew all yellow and it was the way he felt about morning. And it was beautiful. The teacher came and smiled at him “What’s this?” she said. “Why don’t you draw something like Richie’s drawing? Isn’t that beautiful?” It was all questions. After that his mother bought him a pair of epaulettes and he always drew airplanes and trucks like everyone else. And he threw the old picture away. And when he lay out alone looking at the sky, it was big and blue and all of everything but he wasn’t anymore. He was square inside and brown, and his hands were stiff, and he was like anyone else. And the thing inside him that needed saying didn’t need saying anymore. It had stopped pushing. It was crushed. Stiff. Like everything else. 


March 27, 2008 at 7:09 pm 1 comment

Cookie Maker & Taster


After our walk at the beach today we came home and made some good old-fashioned chocolate chip cookies. Joe is excited to share them with his brothers once they get home. He has decided he is very good at baking and should do it more often.  

March 27, 2008 at 2:22 pm Leave a comment

From here on out…


Mom and Dad’s bathroom will no longer be called “Mom and Dad’s bathroom” but will be referred to as “the lysol room”. Why? One might ask. Boy B (names have been change to protect the innocent) was going number two. Boy C likes to be in the bathroom for moral support. Boy C got bored waiting for Boy B to finish his Business and emptied a half of the can of LYSOL on the bathroom floor. Where was their Mother? Good question. I don’t like the smell of number two so I was far, far away. Thanks to Boy C know one will every have to smell number two again, ever….in the lysol bathroom.



March 26, 2008 at 11:42 pm 1 comment

Day II

Day Two of Joe’s Spring Break and he said after washing his bikes”This is the life”


March 25, 2008 at 3:41 pm Leave a comment

Happy Now

blanket-1.jpg   Three things that make me happy right now

1.  After we take Tony and Nick to school, Joe and I crawl back in bed, he blings my ear, sucks his thumb, and we watch Curious George for 30 minutes.

2. Before Hubba and I go to sleep we say “good night my handsome prince”, and “good night my beautiful princess”every night.

3. When I go to bed at night I check on the boys, pull the covers over their little boy pj’s, and kiss them on the forehead.

These are the things I can count on everyday to give me more joy than anyone really deserves. 

March 25, 2008 at 12:31 am Leave a comment

Spring Break

Joe’s Preschool is off this week so we are enjoying some Mom & Joe time. We went for a walk on the beach(Joe asked how long alligators stay in jail and he was very mad when I answered that they don’t have an alligator jail, then I asked if we were using our imagination and he got REAL mad and so “NO MOM, I’m talking real”), then to the library(we played Pauly’s playhouse for 30 minutes then read for 30 minutes), and finally we went to buy a new coloring book (finding Nemo) to practice staying in the lines for kindergarten. Let’s see we also watered the flowers and the dog, then we watched an on demand Scooby-do. A day of pure lollie-gag’n…


March 24, 2008 at 11:42 pm Leave a comment

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