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They had a blast! <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/11/02/2946.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/11/02/s_2946.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/11/02/2947.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/11/02/s_2947.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />PBandJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01184023704441081915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8811587078195356404.post-62506154553464516792012-10-02T15:07:00.001-07:002012-10-02T15:07:52.517-07:00Peanut Has Started SchoolI live in a lovely neighborhood, with lovely people, and lovely businesses, and a lovely community, and crappy schools. Except for one. <br />Back when Peanut was an infant, I started researching the schools in the area to decide which would be best for him to attend. I checked back with each school yearly, just to see which I should keep in mind. There are five elementary schools in the area, and only one has ever held any promise. Three are currently under federal intervention programs because they suck. One is decent, but almost ten miles away from us. <br />That left us with St. Joseph Catholic School. A pillar of academic excellence and high standard, a faith-based, family-oriented establishment, part of our parish community, not too overly expensive, and only two miles away. <br />I am pleased with Peanut's integration into the school, and everyone's acceptance of him. He loves to be there, and loves his teachers. <br />I love that there is an expectation of family involvement and attendance to events. It has been so great. There are several events I will be posting about, just to get the word out; in the meantime, here is my Peanut on the first day of school: <br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/10/02/2055.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/10/02/s_2055.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />And with his teacher:<br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/10/02/2056.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/10/02/s_2056.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />PBandJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01184023704441081915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8811587078195356404.post-57496352330470031002012-05-27T15:45:00.001-07:002012-05-27T15:45:38.024-07:00How I can't keep up with everything I have to do...Unfortunately, there is not much time in life to blog. I was hoping after Libby came along I would have as much time to chronicle the life of my girl as I did with my son. <br />As crazy as it sounds, however, there is not as much time to do things with two kids as there was with one. Interesting. <br />Sometimes there is a moment to write things down, though. Namely, when one or more of these buggers is sleeping. <br />There is not really anything exciting going on, anyway. Lots of gardening, and lots of making sure my darling daughter does not eat rocks and bark and poisonous plants. She keeps me on my toes, that's for sure!<br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/05/27/3443.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/05/27/s_3443.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/05/27/3444.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/05/27/s_3444.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /> <br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/05/27/3445.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/05/27/s_3445.jpg' border='0' width='211' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />PBandJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01184023704441081915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8811587078195356404.post-54726441652584601062011-10-17T14:33:00.001-07:002011-10-17T14:33:23.303-07:00The Absence of Sibling RivalryIt may be because Peanut is so much older than the Princess, or it may just be that she is not old enough to really annoy him yet, but my children actually get along so far.<br /> It is a beautiful thing to watch them play together every day. Peanut shares his toys with her and Princess happily plays with all of his cars and batman action figures. They play ball together, and today they played peek-a-boo for nearly 1/2 an hour. It was super sweet. I love this and I hope they stay friends forever. I know it is too much to ask, but I can dream. <br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/10/17/2621.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/10/17/s_2621.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />PBandJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01184023704441081915noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8811587078195356404.post-46481547713206465162011-10-04T22:26:00.001-07:002011-10-04T22:26:51.217-07:00The Baby is MobileIt's official. I should be losing my last ten pounds rather quickly now, since I have to chase around two kids instead of one. Libby has started to crawl. <br /><br />Crawling is not a bad thing. It's what crawling leads to that I don't much care for. You see, crawling means Libby will be bashing her face into things... Like the giant brick hearth in the living room.<br /> Crawling means Libby will be eating new things... Like Peanut's leftover food items that somehow got from the kitchen table to under the couch. Or leaves from house plants. Or dust. Or bugs. Now, keep in mind I keep a VERY clean house, but if it is on the floor, Libby's mouth will find it. <br /><br />Crawling means I can no longer set her down on the floor to play while I use the bathroom, and expect her to be in the same place upon my return 15 seconds later. <br /><br />But most of all, crawling means my princess is getting bigger and developing more and more every day, and I love every second of it. <br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/10/04/4506.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/10/04/s_4506.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />PBandJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01184023704441081915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8811587078195356404.post-19463054528551305022011-09-17T21:31:00.001-07:002011-09-17T21:31:55.836-07:00For the love of Coach!Sometimes a mommy has to do something nice for herself. Really nice. Sometimes I just feel so frumpy and gross. Stuck in clothes that are either too big or too small, wearing flip flops and tank tops and messy hair. Dragging two fantastically beautiful kids around everywhere I go. <br /><br /> Now, I am not a super materialistic person, and I'm definitely not a fashionista, but I really love me some Coach. <br /><br />Anything Coach. Purses, sunglasses, shoes... Everything. I don't really have a lot of Coach accessories because they are outrageously expensive, but the few things I do have make me super happy. They make me feel like a grown-up. Like I am worthy to like and carry something not baby-related. It's wonderful. <br /><br />But expensive. Quite pricey, really. Almost more than I can afford. My darling husband hates it. "It's just a purse," he says. "You could buy 10 purses at Walmart and 10 more at Target for the same price as one Coach bag!" <br /><br />Which is NOT true. And why would I need 20 bags, when one good bag is so worth it! I love the smell and softness of the leather. I love the sophisticated look and the sleek style and metal hardware. It's a whole bunch of happiness stuffed in to one lovely bag. Aaahhhh! Awesome. <br /><br />Erm, where was I going with this post? I have no idea, but I just wanted to thank Coach for making my day :-) <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/09/17/4649.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/09/17/s_4649.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />PBandJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01184023704441081915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8811587078195356404.post-7511731675111249832011-09-08T17:43:00.001-07:002011-09-08T17:43:57.063-07:00Post surgery...This past Tuesday I underwent a minor surgical procedure that has landed me on bed rest for a couple of days. No big deal, except I am not very good at resting. I find it extremely over rated. Possibly because I do not get to rest very often, so I have subconsciously blocked the very idea from my mind. <br /><br />I slept on Tuesday after surgery, but since then I have been cleaning, doing laundry and playing with the children as usual. <br /><br />Two hours ago I managed to send them over to their grandparents' house because I was feeling pretty sore and tired. I thought, "OK, I am going to give in and rest." <br /><br />Since then I have been laying in bed, restless. Reading, writing, blogging; anything but sleeping. <br />What the heck is wrong with me??? On top of it all, I miss the kids. I miss their screaming and laughing and squealing and running... Well, one of them running, anyway. It has only been two hours. What a sap I have turned out to be. <br /><br />How does one learn to cherish child-free moments when their very faces bring such utter joy?<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/09/08/3632.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/09/08/s_3632.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />I'm going to try again to take a little nap, because I really am quite sore. I know they will run through the door as soon as I fall asleep, however, and all will be right with the world. <br />PBandJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01184023704441081915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8811587078195356404.post-44162221018340848882011-09-02T22:09:00.001-07:002011-09-02T22:09:05.594-07:00Mobile BloggingWell, I finally found an app that will let me blog from my phone, since that is pretty much all I use to get online these days. I have indeed missed my blog, and there is so much to talk about now that Libby has made her debut, but it is so hard to find time to write. Hopefully this will help. Meanwhile, this is a little smidge of the joy in my life. Isn't she precious?<br />Her big brother (and everyone else) adores her. She is quite the little darling. And to think, I was afraid to have a girl. <br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/09/02/4415.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/09/02/s_4415.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />PBandJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01184023704441081915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8811587078195356404.post-67263993240889254792011-04-28T11:55:00.001-07:002011-04-28T11:55:36.826-07:00Hiking with the Family<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvSd5252xxt7ZSgWpjToMLYcAXfY6is-DAPwAPWKXlYOIeXCaQYM2-eqRvCWP2LajXg-3_OkKIMxE80j0kYeoRb0c22WISTyeU9GN2Za_iiKeAdrphnS6dvf0KsMs5UmfuSVF-qWjAdRmv/s1600/image-736827.jpeg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvSd5252xxt7ZSgWpjToMLYcAXfY6is-DAPwAPWKXlYOIeXCaQYM2-eqRvCWP2LajXg-3_OkKIMxE80j0kYeoRb0c22WISTyeU9GN2Za_iiKeAdrphnS6dvf0KsMs5UmfuSVF-qWjAdRmv/s320/image-736827.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600710104138192498" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs_Lx3lpAJiGFByepaobG-aK08hZWj8JYykLLPaaOvYKiO7TpoXi2AEUjUQgA5b3ZOIVuVgFPmzH7AlvrsJTR9mUeEnlk-nzmKx2yuMw-ydWCpYIflPdRpo5wgW8AOChRHMmA57nnWPuux/s1600/image-738834.jpeg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs_Lx3lpAJiGFByepaobG-aK08hZWj8JYykLLPaaOvYKiO7TpoXi2AEUjUQgA5b3ZOIVuVgFPmzH7AlvrsJTR9mUeEnlk-nzmKx2yuMw-ydWCpYIflPdRpo5wgW8AOChRHMmA57nnWPuux/s320/image-738834.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600710110177515186" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhksq_47ylnylws_mjl8DSnI8NSAWXiJbFFuDf7zH_iCXV52N-dNzd99lgE4hFhq7NViQoge58DAFy6tG9DPPCsZUZWlbFwCISW8CsviUQd6PGXuA2N350u8-NgTxf8rq-SECBqnL293CIv/s1600/image-739639.jpeg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhksq_47ylnylws_mjl8DSnI8NSAWXiJbFFuDf7zH_iCXV52N-dNzd99lgE4hFhq7NViQoge58DAFy6tG9DPPCsZUZWlbFwCISW8CsviUQd6PGXuA2N350u8-NgTxf8rq-SECBqnL293CIv/s320/image-739639.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600710106743430594" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOU-Ap0c9Mkg_AJsxIyYEE1aoSkiSg8KEhr8rkNZ3WSwuuUfMs0MW7hKBSBvT-6hcmXbdA8OoWu6ZthNSHplDJM66yuggxfVwm7HSapRxzlNFq6t0t1-GNvpDTmF50mTIdT6TYwpycAjwP/s1600/image-740468.jpeg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOU-Ap0c9Mkg_AJsxIyYEE1aoSkiSg8KEhr8rkNZ3WSwuuUfMs0MW7hKBSBvT-6hcmXbdA8OoWu6ZthNSHplDJM66yuggxfVwm7HSapRxzlNFq6t0t1-GNvpDTmF50mTIdT6TYwpycAjwP/s320/image-740468.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600710112426466610" /></a></p>Yesterday we finally got some lovely weather out here and I took the kids hiking. I also managed to drag along my mother, her husband, and my two brothers. Peanut and Princess had a great time, and I think the family did, too, despite whining and complaining the entire time about how tired and out of shape they were. I had to remind them a few times that hiking is a great workout and if I could do it after having a baby, they most certainly could as well.PBandJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01184023704441081915noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8811587078195356404.post-43034975595993207432011-04-27T09:44:00.001-07:002011-04-27T09:53:46.289-07:00Easter Re-cap<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRqaeePLO2o8K_nbhM1YEiB2lIfDriiwMzTlL6Qpkc9Epz_dxX9UtTiCF06rb8CLwzAP8rj82hgQrYTFYVPZzjUQPP-agF2NjyX4XIegeo8RnP0-tw7bsS9rHBrLj0vc9U_8nwXskGBiQ-/s1600/356.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 239px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600307448376318306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRqaeePLO2o8K_nbhM1YEiB2lIfDriiwMzTlL6Qpkc9Epz_dxX9UtTiCF06rb8CLwzAP8rj82hgQrYTFYVPZzjUQPP-agF2NjyX4XIegeo8RnP0-tw7bsS9rHBrLj0vc9U_8nwXskGBiQ-/s320/356.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8NVi2DsXbBos90L7gHWIYKgNsWg_UKCX2dnxamX6TSpFnvwH5jIgMqHK5nslwS9KarTn4-8yRLS48e8Vugvwsf-VXShWGNxA8zNs4xITkfHVe1DHk2Q7gYDsbhazkXuomEMuHnXdFM75T/s1600/340.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 239px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600307438609179298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8NVi2DsXbBos90L7gHWIYKgNsWg_UKCX2dnxamX6TSpFnvwH5jIgMqHK5nslwS9KarTn4-8yRLS48e8Vugvwsf-VXShWGNxA8zNs4xITkfHVe1DHk2Q7gYDsbhazkXuomEMuHnXdFM75T/s320/340.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6qaYNbczlhg9qMbyVy60W4XYOp1vd_t0PnIxeBFOa4YNrHCqcJ2NrrT-Crik-Kb9k1sISsIRZsQLn1L76jBD_cGj-JC89CUdnb1zwloAW3lW2tsrs5HjZ2EgD23GoyYU1A_iljS-CkadQ/s1600/361.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 239px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600307430928766498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6qaYNbczlhg9qMbyVy60W4XYOp1vd_t0PnIxeBFOa4YNrHCqcJ2NrrT-Crik-Kb9k1sISsIRZsQLn1L76jBD_cGj-JC89CUdnb1zwloAW3lW2tsrs5HjZ2EgD23GoyYU1A_iljS-CkadQ/s320/361.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIZAgl6upezN2qBBLQX6R2Luq-mtHm1HH_071YJQxE0HDj29-YRWJ2gQvSI7VQvr0bOhOunxAH4VaBBsOXKzIbVfAyb_sPfAN0U8DyPEnr2pnv-ZPPMCZu7OVSCRWqTLDRoXRZ0Jr75Jsp/s1600/345.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 239px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600307418714624338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIZAgl6upezN2qBBLQX6R2Luq-mtHm1HH_071YJQxE0HDj29-YRWJ2gQvSI7VQvr0bOhOunxAH4VaBBsOXKzIbVfAyb_sPfAN0U8DyPEnr2pnv-ZPPMCZu7OVSCRWqTLDRoXRZ0Jr75Jsp/s320/345.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>I had to work this Easter, as usual, but I managed to get a picture of Peanut after he colored his Easter Eggs the night before. I also managed to get a picture of my angels after I got home from work when they were all dressed up. I missed all of the morning festivities and Daddy did not take any pictures, of course, so I can only imagine how sweet it was to watch Peanut open his Easter basket. Ah well; just one of the many sacrifices I have to make to make sure these babies have the best life I can give them. Hope everyone had a great Easter!</div></div></div></div>PBandJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01184023704441081915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8811587078195356404.post-83340844051932962392011-04-27T09:10:00.000-07:002011-04-27T09:23:40.392-07:00Tummy Time<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq9kPeqQUJINvJI2XspEXcPM6uMI4IYUXTOjlmz69RZIRPUkF-qZJhcgBt-TMIkk8eeU7HEam4_Ygb8uGIF7QYE0kBpO3IlXpmNrcTNAio93xNAkRgsYEt0EkzSAxSiqwXt1auibEILTWF/s1600/363.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 239px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600299245194662354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq9kPeqQUJINvJI2XspEXcPM6uMI4IYUXTOjlmz69RZIRPUkF-qZJhcgBt-TMIkk8eeU7HEam4_Ygb8uGIF7QYE0kBpO3IlXpmNrcTNAio93xNAkRgsYEt0EkzSAxSiqwXt1auibEILTWF/s320/363.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div>Princess Libby hates it. Period. So did Peanut when he was a baby. I don't know why; they both had toys and a play mat and a mirror... everything you are supposed to have to make tummy time an enjoyable experience. I get down on her level, we have great music going. I do not know what else I can do. To her credit, Princess can last about 15-20 minutes now before she totally melts down. She has great head control and looks around and scoots around for quite some time before demanding to be turned on her back, so I can't really complain, but mostly she just hangs out and eats her fingers. It just seems like when my brothers and sisters were little they would play for hours on their bellies. Is it just my kids, or do all little ones hate tummy time? </div>PBandJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01184023704441081915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8811587078195356404.post-76291105295270314772011-04-21T20:56:00.001-07:002011-04-21T20:56:39.855-07:00My Beautiful Babies<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC25qikwhClmauux4BVtC5-ySQETLbDWs3eyWGtPd4qFiFVexHVC8wFU9yaZGzGGIREQXPLono1-XFpLE2UqCGovGEBW49MyWvgl12RG2BGdTElfRGQqpKxxvS2Zk6FbCvh0j43ZB4w9AH/s1600/image-799856.jpeg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC25qikwhClmauux4BVtC5-ySQETLbDWs3eyWGtPd4qFiFVexHVC8wFU9yaZGzGGIREQXPLono1-XFpLE2UqCGovGEBW49MyWvgl12RG2BGdTElfRGQqpKxxvS2Zk6FbCvh0j43ZB4w9AH/s320/image-799856.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598251929517333474" /></a></p>There is nothing better than coming home from a very long day of work and karate than hearing a sweet, sweet four year old calling my name (Mommy) as I step out of the car. I came home to a hug and a happy boy and a pretty baby girl ready to eat and a great husband watching over my babies. What a fabulous family! I am very lucky indeed!PBandJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01184023704441081915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8811587078195356404.post-33887584904854637532011-04-20T16:32:00.000-07:002011-04-20T16:33:02.874-07:00<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBB0MNr-jGcWfHod8gmBqVvQfTdaeHnBTmX0Gv3XgT6ZyfiIjgocBvEmLa9DslmcNjMrn86JVgf518js-fOV4KxE-p1890pWlQwb70ze6jqfRStj9vpaTH4ZwzAufMqX_KY21-tH0kvhbs/s1600/photo-782875.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBB0MNr-jGcWfHod8gmBqVvQfTdaeHnBTmX0Gv3XgT6ZyfiIjgocBvEmLa9DslmcNjMrn86JVgf518js-fOV4KxE-p1890pWlQwb70ze6jqfRStj9vpaTH4ZwzAufMqX_KY21-tH0kvhbs/s320/photo-782875.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597812919064826930" /></a></p>PBandJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01184023704441081915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8811587078195356404.post-75003773626728699932011-04-20T15:02:00.001-07:002011-04-20T15:43:52.162-07:00And Now There Are Four<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy_3VN_7bpAeLlhasPZ1h3Raoa5664Zy6lcnkbjWSwRdrHrhZCGM8Jz1phWMoXn9knctfPdYqheGoNKZ4gfvQNweZnDqCAuKiOIJhflg8k9D381kHfOQ-ECrLybYw7vUtkbjMD1wnHS4cz/s1600/3.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 180px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597799183965767874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy_3VN_7bpAeLlhasPZ1h3Raoa5664Zy6lcnkbjWSwRdrHrhZCGM8Jz1phWMoXn9knctfPdYqheGoNKZ4gfvQNweZnDqCAuKiOIJhflg8k9D381kHfOQ-ECrLybYw7vUtkbjMD1wnHS4cz/s320/3.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp738ICHdtjzUO4M_Wk9Mc3iSF6Sxz831Ij5Pe9b4Ow-hWGhxpKQo3EhLgRi-G4c2rY8enISVd0hmywBpXfHmxZcrqgwUVa-fy4dnB9INHzfKz-lm07o-Ri2FR4bxUbCJMaH5IrvXDBcTW/s1600/2.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 180px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597799175285166370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp738ICHdtjzUO4M_Wk9Mc3iSF6Sxz831Ij5Pe9b4Ow-hWGhxpKQo3EhLgRi-G4c2rY8enISVd0hmywBpXfHmxZcrqgwUVa-fy4dnB9INHzfKz-lm07o-Ri2FR4bxUbCJMaH5IrvXDBcTW/s320/2.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRmF4F7xzi27QEpTpH0MHjrY7FAiBeFPqgDtpN1IQ6h6Mizv0HJwApwhxTUK2wEzT6b0ZLlOW9YkOKxb24Mo7JiWURTw98XPCcOMpn0bD3UR68ALVlhHzssPEQ2dgUzx0Vkn5TUeczW1wD/s1600/1.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 180px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597799179043532674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRmF4F7xzi27QEpTpH0MHjrY7FAiBeFPqgDtpN1IQ6h6Mizv0HJwApwhxTUK2wEzT6b0ZLlOW9YkOKxb24Mo7JiWURTw98XPCcOMpn0bD3UR68ALVlhHzssPEQ2dgUzx0Vkn5TUeczW1wD/s320/1.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Well, seeing as I have not posted in eight months, you'd think I would have something to talk about. Life has been totally insane, and while I am sure nobody even checks to see if I have posted anything anymore, I am going to put it out there anyway.<br /><br />After and long and grueling pregnancy (did I ever mention how I despise being pregnant?), we have added a lovely little lady to our tiny family. Libby made her appearance in late January and has been running the house ever since. She has been adamantly against sleeping on her own, and despite my insistence that I have a nursery because I would not be cosleeping with this baby, guess where she is? Yes, my bed. And I am not too sad about it. After a brief (two month) struggle to get her to sleep by herself, sleeping in the living room and waking up every 1 1/2 hours (max), I finally caved and took her to bed with me one night. We woke up seven hours later when my alarm clock went off telling me it was time to get ready for work. I had not slept seven hours straight since months before she was born. It was beautiful! She will now sleep a lovely 10 hours straight, with a feeding at about 4am. And I was against cosleeping... why? Oh, I remember! Because in a few months I will be relentlessly kicked in the head, face, back, stomach, legs, etc, by a flailing infant. It was the same way with Peanut. I have no reason to believe this young lady, as dainty as she is, will sleep quietly. Oh yeah, plus I miss my husband, who sleeps on the couch or in Peanut's room most nights because he is afraid of squashing the baby, or something. I must admit, however, that cosleeping is an extremely effective form of birth control...<br /><br />Well, Peanut loves his little sister. She smiles at him when he is dancing around like a crazy man and he loves to just look at her. He always wants to be next to her. He is not overtly jealous, but to my extreme dismay, he has fallen into a phase where he either cries or screams at me when he does not get his way. He routinely melts down and I am at a loss for what to do. My once well behaved young man has become one of "those" kids I cannot stand. He is still my little angel somewhere in there, and remembers his manners most of the time, but sometimes the demon comes out and it breaks my heart. I, the mommy who did not have to endure the terrible twos or threes, or anything of the sort, have found myself with a terrible four. In actuality he is not even particularly terrible, but we are talking about the boy who's first words were please and thank you. I have found myself giving more time-outs than I thought possible. Have I ruined my son by having another child? I hope not, seeing as there is not much I can do about it.<br /><br />Alas, the princess is calling for her afternoon snack, so further thoughts will have to wait... 'til next time!</div></div></div>PBandJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01184023704441081915noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8811587078195356404.post-47241117396090781352010-08-18T12:05:00.001-07:002010-08-18T12:09:04.489-07:00Ultra Sound Picture<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCZD4fMWO4EjBJ83Y9VunKLOz89B_Gyp9qadXFviOGHJNQ3OnWOIQJ9Zk3cmINHAqb4aJmAif8b6MAtg0bIeNvJnaLQ7GtKhZbIuoyOEAfx6f3H73ARNdpHSI0K9aaLilN43JSs-z-HklC/s1600/baby_1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506828436759253202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCZD4fMWO4EjBJ83Y9VunKLOz89B_Gyp9qadXFviOGHJNQ3OnWOIQJ9Zk3cmINHAqb4aJmAif8b6MAtg0bIeNvJnaLQ7GtKhZbIuoyOEAfx6f3H73ARNdpHSI0K9aaLilN43JSs-z-HklC/s320/baby_1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Here is a pic of the little bugger (from about 6 weeks ago). I finally got it scanned in!</div>PBandJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01184023704441081915noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8811587078195356404.post-48404806599148339612010-08-18T10:06:00.000-07:002010-08-18T10:30:39.928-07:0016 Weeks Is Pretty Good, Except for the Fat Part<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyw-jXEwL_ECcW4tGTiq3-eYXlYpKXa8uouQm9LfjkN1-ZWl4_nfFL_fesCnGVzY6mVwV772qzGxVkdu6z0eOGr4HdQa-CJyxUEL4jKEEyoWLdf767sOdpNIzTuoMQ1B_NJdW8VZAcELAe/s1600/baby.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506802258288387682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyw-jXEwL_ECcW4tGTiq3-eYXlYpKXa8uouQm9LfjkN1-ZWl4_nfFL_fesCnGVzY6mVwV772qzGxVkdu6z0eOGr4HdQa-CJyxUEL4jKEEyoWLdf767sOdpNIzTuoMQ1B_NJdW8VZAcELAe/s320/baby.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Well, now that the fetus only makes me throw up at random intervals throughout the week, I have been in a much better space. I can function at an almost normal capacity and this morning I even made dinner ahead of time for the family since I will be working tonight. They should be totally stoked they do not have to have pizza or burritos for dinner... again.</div><br /><div>I am feeling much better, but I still honestly cannot say that I enjoy pregnancy. As I have mentioned, I am very happy for the outcome, but the means of growth and arrival are not my cup of tea. That said, I seem to be having a much better time of it than I did last time.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>However, the worst is now upon me. Even more than being sick, I hate the weight gain. I dread getting on the scale every day, knowing that the numbers will only be going up and up for the next several months. Ugh. After I worked so darn hard (twice) to make it all go away. I know it is for a good cause, but I hate it. What's worse, it seems like every other pregnant chick I see only has a big belly. Why do my legs and butt have to be getting huge, too??? I have been walking and still going to karate twice a week, but it is not good enough. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Honestly, it is depressing. I am so lucky to have my very good husband who tells me I am beautiful every day. He is definitely lying, but nice of him to try to make me feel better. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Anyway, that is the end of my pregnancy rant, for now. I will try my best to enjoy my miracle as it grows; I so look forward to holding it in my arms instead of my guts!</div>PBandJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01184023704441081915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8811587078195356404.post-52673304869969893582010-07-15T09:33:00.000-07:002010-07-15T10:08:28.517-07:00Preschool and Other NewsWow, it has once again been forever since I have even looked at my blog. What a terrible blogger I have turned out to be. Life, however, has been busy.<br /><br />Peanut started Preschool last month and he adores it! He loves hanging out with all the other kids. What Mommy does not like is that he is around other kids! Yes, he is learning to be social and share and get along with others, but he is also learning to spit and hit and call people names. Ugh! I cannot stand it. My well-mannered, nice little boy is turning into one of the little monsters he goes to school with. It is incredibly frustrating to me to have to spend every afternoon reminding him that we do not do what other little kids do. What's worse, I have seen some other kids be incredibly mean to him. What are parents teaching their kids??? I took Peanut to the classroom one morning and he walked up to this one little boy and said, "Hi, I'm Paul. Want to play Legos?" And this kid says, "Get away from me!!" Poor Peanut does not know what to do, so he just walks away. Seriously? How rude.<br /><br />A few weeks ago was Teddy Bear Week, and the kids are supposed to bring their favorite teddy bears. Well, Paul's favorite stuffed animal is a dog, so he brought it. This kid looks at him and says, "That's not even a Teddy Bear." Then looks at this other kid and says, "Come on, let's play somewhere else." I mean, how mean is that? These are preschool kids; aren't they supposed to be sweet little guys?<br /><br />Am I overreacting? It breaks my heart to see that crap. Peanut gets along with several of the kids and is always having a great time when I go to pick him up, but the fact that he has to put up with little punk kids at any point in his three year old life makes me so sad!<br /><br />If you have advice or opinions on this, please feel free to comment. Maybe I am being too sensitive...<br /><br />Hmm, let's see... Anything else going on?<br />Oh yes, In January we will be welcoming a new addition to the family. Baby D. will be joining the family. We are very excited, but I must admit, I am not a very good pregnant woman! I dislike being sick and tired and unable to exercise or cook or clean my house.... Yes, I actually like to clean my house...<br /><br />Anyway, every female I know is always telling me how wonderful her pregnancy was and how she loved being pregnant so everyone could pamper her. I do not want to be pampered. I want to go to karate and kick ass, then come home and have dinner and wash the dishes. Instead this baby has taken every last reserve of energy I have. My house is a mess and I have not been to karate in a week.<br /><br />I am sick all day, and if I am not sick... oh wait, I am NEVER not sick!<br />Every food item is repulsive, including water. Every smell makes me gag and the mere thought of picking up the living room or folding laundry makes me sleepy.<br />I am hoping this part is over soon. So does the family. I have not cooked a proper meal in two months; these guys are definitely not starving, but there is a little too much pizza in this house lately!<br /><br />That said, I am very happy we are going to have a baby around the house again. We told Peanut last night, but I do not think he quite gets it yet. He thought we were joking and laughed and laughed when we said mommy has a baby in her tummy. However, he absolutely refuses to let go of the ultrasound picture he found. Very cute.<br /><br />Anyway, time to force myself to wash the dishes and straighten up. Laundry is calling...PBandJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01184023704441081915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8811587078195356404.post-37858677872772736822010-05-05T08:56:00.001-07:002010-05-05T09:40:25.248-07:00On Marriage...OK, I know I said I was going to post more regularly, but honestly, there is not anything to write about. I mean, I could talk about the boring stuff, like how I painted all the doors in my house yesterday and have to continue working on the house and yard today. Or I could talk about how I was at the mall last week and saw this super adorable Coach Purse I absolutely just HAD to have, but then realized I was totally broke and could not ever afford it. Or I could talk about how my three year old son wants to marry me... oh wait, yes, let's talk about that.<br /><br />So, Peanut has been on this kick that he needs to marry me. It started a few nights ago when we were getting ready for bed. Peanut stated, "Mom, I do not want to sleep in my bed. Let's sleep in your bed."<br />Me: No, I am going to put you to sleep in your bed tonight.<br />Peanut: Fine, then I am not going to marry you.<br />Me: That's fine. I am already married, anyway.<br /><br />Yesterday:<br />Peanut: Mom, let's get married<br />Me: What do you know about getting married? What do married people do?<br />Peanut: They read lots and lots of books together. Books like Frog And Toad. (Peanut's favorite book)<br />Me: We can read books together anyway.<br />Peanut: OK, let's read books.<br /><br />Last night:<br />Peanut: You get married if you love somebody mom.<br />Me: Yes, I suppose you do.<br />Peanut: So I am going to marry you and Daddy and Uncle James and Grandpa and Grandma. That's everyone I love.<br />Me: You do not have to marry someone just because you love them. You have to have the right person and the right situation. Preferably someone not related to you, and closer to your age.<br />Peanut: Hmmm. OK, can we play Scrabble?<br />Me: Yes, son. We can play Scrabble.<br /><br />So, how do you explain to kids about marriage? Where did my three year old even get any information about marriage? He obviously understands people who love each other get married, but that is the extent of it. How do you explain the rest? Do I even bother right now? Do I just go along with it until he is older, or do I continue to try to explain why we can't get married?PBandJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01184023704441081915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8811587078195356404.post-11936625387206875182010-04-08T09:09:00.001-07:002010-04-08T09:17:48.843-07:00Easter Egg Hunting... again and again and again.Peanut likes to find Easter Eggs. We have been hiding and re-hiding plastic eggs for days since Easter. Since it was raining and cold on Easter Sunday and the next few days after, we have been hiding eggs in the house. Here are some pics from Peanut's egg hunts:<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiStaNIaDCwJgjy4mfD9thzt_o48jqNpb9WIHb9JzHzgGZjx0Qo3ygm8ErX-xv90nIttKIlPbU0ujaaCaQOQweu1whHwbPnm5Xr4b3fLysDEIzbzP7S2dF1U3nuTHGROSvx1tiNWrpQ2oFD/s1600/007.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457801150924024034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiStaNIaDCwJgjy4mfD9thzt_o48jqNpb9WIHb9JzHzgGZjx0Qo3ygm8ErX-xv90nIttKIlPbU0ujaaCaQOQweu1whHwbPnm5Xr4b3fLysDEIzbzP7S2dF1U3nuTHGROSvx1tiNWrpQ2oFD/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR_mLqxCNYwqwVXFV-vhfATnlaeMIE3yBAuDi_pqEWuNVGVZcDxrcqZZzXPQrn0JPfYaPxrqkXaipuoGrh6timwApOpFGIk37vqW01qcJXveQTOkoy-WEGawxTj9f233_rSbX3YKpChPMe/s1600/011.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457801139852232610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR_mLqxCNYwqwVXFV-vhfATnlaeMIE3yBAuDi_pqEWuNVGVZcDxrcqZZzXPQrn0JPfYaPxrqkXaipuoGrh6timwApOpFGIk37vqW01qcJXveQTOkoy-WEGawxTj9f233_rSbX3YKpChPMe/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfWr29E83HPrl17Ok83crDsa_-cAEUu1Zdof5CsBcES-7WRE2YCEFJrBfhXBwJyhC984AoATIuuMzqyRk4YLfMcfP8apx8xCnX8bgSTRQtL2r2LANB2L2q3gHPtkiYfdvX7ALkL5MyDKzs/s1600/006.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457801133707172258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfWr29E83HPrl17Ok83crDsa_-cAEUu1Zdof5CsBcES-7WRE2YCEFJrBfhXBwJyhC984AoATIuuMzqyRk4YLfMcfP8apx8xCnX8bgSTRQtL2r2LANB2L2q3gHPtkiYfdvX7ALkL5MyDKzs/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Kyft3DwvyfjGE5fzOzSH-6BLtTtmEUT715eiRm3DsNBS7v1DfGk2NDaClYDLtoIU2N5oiihNAylwLMSsV-DCsEpK7si7cq47dq2MaA_v-7_nFcDGvCKNk5-GPyVwXVvlqL31qMlggRAD/s1600/004.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457801125840091058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Kyft3DwvyfjGE5fzOzSH-6BLtTtmEUT715eiRm3DsNBS7v1DfGk2NDaClYDLtoIU2N5oiihNAylwLMSsV-DCsEpK7si7cq47dq2MaA_v-7_nFcDGvCKNk5-GPyVwXVvlqL31qMlggRAD/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUsDmxcFBdaTLbtLYtt3cCA-axORjuqsTJ5pWXnBjbTjwVYKfs23RutydnbkYY3NlBcHSBMqrrvvYsVw3Y2li9_-CyKeOAoGfI-5YhiN-ER-SSRkWq4bRjdr0BqS-bp0GMizzvHdLAguVJ/s1600/003.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457801120769240194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUsDmxcFBdaTLbtLYtt3cCA-axORjuqsTJ5pWXnBjbTjwVYKfs23RutydnbkYY3NlBcHSBMqrrvvYsVw3Y2li9_-CyKeOAoGfI-5YhiN-ER-SSRkWq4bRjdr0BqS-bp0GMizzvHdLAguVJ/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>PBandJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01184023704441081915noreply@blogger.com0