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Virginia is for LOVERS!

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Want to hear something gross?  The other morning I went to get some shoes out of the back of my closet, a pair I hadn't worn since we moved into the house in September, and there was a handful of acorns in there.  Yes you heard correct, we at one time had a squirrel running around in our house while we slept, hiding his winter nourishment in our shoes and drawers.  I say drawers because not too long ago my husband had found a equal number of acorns in his bottom drawer of his dresser.  I have no clue how the little fuckers got in there but they did.  I don't think it is a problem anymore because we have poisoned anything that has four legs in the house with DE-CON and snapped the necks of anything stupid enough to eat peanut butter off of rat traps but it still creeps me the hell out!  I mean it is not as gross as when I lived in a apartment in Marlborough and the teenage son of my neighbor decided to relieve himself out of his bedroom window onto my grill but that is a story f

S&M (hows that for a title) HA

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I got to drive alone yesterday.  No kids, just me and Rihanna cruising with the windows down even though it was only 30 degrees.  I LOVE to go places without the kids.  Not a single person to buckle into a car seat, pack a diaper bag for or answer ten million questions about every GD thing you drive past.  I get carried away thinking that I am back in my youth, cruising care free singing to jamn 94.5 lookin' hot.  I forget that I am 30 over weight and have a baby on board sun shield hanging from the back window...how hot can that be.  All that doesn't matter because in my head I am 20 about 115 lbs and lovin life! Here is another confession.  I have never, not once, bought or listened to any Kid Bop Cd's.  I could not torture myself or my children with that crap!  My son actually thinks that the saying goes "sticks and stones may break my bones but chains and whips excite me" and that is fine by me.  So even when the kids are in the car we listen to the regular r

I guess I am welcoming a shit storm

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Every time I go to Market Basket, or as I like to call it HELL ON EARTH, I pick up the New Hampshire Parenting magazine.  I pick it up because one I am to cheap to subscribe to a real parenting magazine that is more then 5 pages long and two because maybe there will be a idea for something to do with the rug rats locally.  In this particular edition the editors note was quite interesting...enough so that I was able to read it out loud to my husband and he didn't just nod and pretend to care while staring at the Ipod screen. It was about how the largest teachers union in New Hampshire recently banned field trips to the State House due to the fact that you are allowed to carry a gun while in the State House.  Now hold your fire all my anti-gun parents out there, but this is just ludicrous.  For years the State House has hosted a read-a-thon and many politicians and local celebs have come out to read to groups of kids that are there on school sponsored field trips.  This will no long

What goes around comes around

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"Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle."          - Plato I have heard this quote many times before.  Like a lot of things it got pushed to the back of my mind. As I have mentioned previously, I frequent the Babycenter prenatal testing boards often, trying to bring some hope that there is a light at the end of a seemingly endless tunnel to women that are suffering through the wait to find out if they are carrying a child that might have a trisomy or genetic syndrome.  While on these forums you will occasionally get involved with one person who is in a similar situation to the one you were in and you form a connection.  Most often these woman go on to have healthy babies but occasionally that is not the case, which brings me back to the quote at the top.  Recently a woman that had been given bad prenatal testing scores was not one of the lucky ones that get to go on and have a healthy baby. Her child was diagnosed prenatally with trisomy 15, a lethal syndro

Sorry but 3 year olds can really suck!

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My Noah is growing up.  He has moods that swing worse then my own and at times he makes it very hard to think of him as a three year old and not some crazed lunatic intent on destroying any last bit of sanity I have left.  He has discovered the art of manipulation and will use it on just about anyone.  On a recent outing to Ocean State Job Lot he decided that he would like for me to rip all my hair out so he started in with the LOUD INAPPROPRIATE dialogue before we even entered the store.  Things like, "my sister is a girl and she has a vagina and I am a boy and I have a penis" are being spouted off at a playground voice level.  This in turn leads to me bartering, "if you shut up you can get a piece of candy when we leave."  This inevitably fails so I resort to the in-store pinch.  For anyone with children you know this can either work like a charm or cause a even bigger scene with the child melting down with loud over dramatic crying. On this lovely trip he decide

My scariest day as a mother

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At around 4 o'clock in the afternoon Tuesday I was taking some laundry out of the dryer and had just sat down in the living room to start folding when I see two little legs about half way up the stairs.  Now we live in a old house with very steep stairs...the kind where if you fall you will be lucky to hit even one on the way down.  Now this might make me sound like a terrible person but this little girl can climb anything and has done her share of stair climbing in the last few months.  For the most part she can get up and down without any trouble at all and as long as I am there with her she can have at it.  I remember saying something along the lines of "Noah you know I don't like you playing near the stairs."-since he was at the top instigating her climb with promises of letting her play in his room.  I don't think I had even got all the words out when I heard that terrible noise that is a body cartwheeling down wooden stairs.  Suffice to say she fell down ab

Our Wedding story

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(Song-I will love you by Fisher)  Can be found by scrolling through the playlist. The song that is playing on this blog always makes me cry.  I listened to it a awful lot before my wedding and loved it so much I almost wanted it to be our wedding song.  It was not, and for one reason.  In the song she asks if he will stay for all time.  I will never ever have that question.  I have known since the day we met that we will be together for always.  I heard this song today in the car and I just had to write a little about our wedding.  One, because it was the beginning of everything that I have written about here, but also because I can honestly say that every time I think of my wedding day I get a little sad that it is over.  What a glorious thing to feel so beautiful, marry a man that you love more then anything in the world, and have your father walk you down the aisle while everyone looks at you and remembers how they felt the day they said, I do.  The feeling is palpable and I remem

Yeah hi I am not just following you home. Really!

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The whole reason this blog was started was because as a mom of two that stays home things can get a little ummm BORING.  Like I have mentioned before I am not a real big joiner.  I kinda really hate moms groups, mostly because they are a bunch of breastfeeding crazy types that only shop at Whole Foods but really probably because I am a extroverted introvert (if that makes sense).  I love to hang out and talk, I enjoy having people over for dinner and if you can believe it I enjoy the company of other adults but just never get around to making any connections. Here is a perfect example, everyday when I pick my son up at preschool there is a Dodge SUV with some woman that obviously has a SON the same age as mine.  Now we put our kids in their car seats and proceed to drive home to the same street.  Do you think I have taken the initiative to say "Oh hello, you live like two houses down the street (which to be fair in New Hampshire is still .25 miles down the road).  Want to get tog

OMG FML and any other abbreviated expletive!

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Yup so I know back when I started this blog I had written about our lovely OLD house and the many little problems that came with it.  Well Houston we have the biggest one yet!  I knew from the day that I looked at the house that it had a damp basement.  I mean the house is 100 years old in New Hampshire were the soil is ummmm solid granite and also well it's a fieldstone basement.  We were graced with all this lovely beautiful snow (NOT) and now a couple warm days and some rain which has created what I will call a shit storm in our basement.  No sump pump that WE currently own is going to fix this problem...I need the GD fire department to pump out this lake.  My furnace and hot water heater are all about 2 inches from total failure and that is a couple grand that I don't really need to spend right now!  Too bad that the Wilton Fire Department basically laughed in my face when I called in a absolute panic this morning.  I guess they are to busy trying to keep downtown from bein

Warning second hand cancer is bad for your health!

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So today I got another one of those really crappy cancer phone calls.  This time it isn't exactly a family member but it still carries the same horrible feeling.  I hate those phone calls and I can't help but feel like I have had more then my share and it is starting to really piss me off.  I might just have to do one of those friggin 3 day walks just to work out the anger that second hand cancer brings with it.  On a better note Bells birthday party is tomorrow so I have been cooking all day and the house smells so good that I have been hungry the entire day!  Pulled BBQ beef brisket, molasses hamburg baked beans, creamy coleslaw just to name a few of the delicacies on the menu for my baby girls big day.  I think I have given up on trying to keep the toys organized since every time I do a sweep of the living room the kiddos become even more determined to drag things down from their rooms and open any box that contains multiple pieces. I also got another surprise this morning

Isabella's story

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Isabella Shirlene Jaffe, my second born's birth story is a little more fresh in my memory so may be a tad bit more detailed.  My husband and I had just upped and moved 900 mile away from all our family and friends to live in Staunton Virginia, one of the most beautiful and scenic areas in the country, hello skyline drive!  We had moved there because Dov was going to be upgrading the water treatment facility in nearby Stuarts Draft.  I had a sneaking suspicion that I might be pregnant the first week we were there but it wasn't till the end of the second week that I decided that I wanted to know for sure.  Things were very uneventful for the first 11 weeks.  Baby's heartbeat was strong and I made a trip back to Massachusetts to let everyone in on the news.  I was scheduled for my nuchal translucency ultrasound at 13 weeks and was eagerly looking forward to it since that was when we found out the sex of our first born Noah.  I could hardly wait the day of the test, I layed th