tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68690859827787239042024-03-05T05:54:56.997-05:00Nosy RosieA blog about the joys (and sorrows) of a working mama.NosyRosiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11793474766070609288noreply@blogger.comBlogger56125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869085982778723904.post-11499728904768074282015-05-13T16:42:00.000-04:002015-05-13T16:42:21.835-04:00So long Tonsils and Adenoids!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Being a daycare kid D has had his share of illnesses! Tons of ear infections his first year, had back to back strep this fall. I was told that when he starts school he will never be sick. He did snore... as loud as Andy. Even while awake he would snore and breathing out of his mouth so much he'd drool. I mentioned it to our doctor who sent us to an ENT. After a quick appointment we scheduled surgery for May 6.<br />
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The pre op appointment went ok. You never know what D you are going to get, the one that is like velcro on my leg or the one that walks in like he owns the place. Sadly <a href="https://www.akronchildrens.org/cms/home/index.html">Akron Children's Hospita</a>l experienced velcro Dylan. The closer it came he would ask questions like, "Are they going to use tiny scissors? Are they going to slam dunk my tonsils in the garbage?"<br />
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We were excited to be in the hospitals brand new building that opened the day before. It was so new they were cutting zip ties off the cords in his room! Dylan was very nervous, didn't even want to put on the PJs. I instantly began to tear up, this was going to be a fight to the end! The Child Life Specialist touched my arm, I said a prayer and tried to pull it together. They ended up giving him medicine that calmed him and had an amnesia effect. Andy asked him if the medicine made him toot, and he quickly blamed it on the anesthesiologist! He was so loopy he insisted on riding the bed sitting up instead of laying like the nurses wanted. As I watched him sway back and forth on that bed while the nurses tried to keep him on it, as soon as he was out of sight the tears poured out that I had held back earlier. <br />
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The surgery was surprisingly fast and before we knew it we were headed back to recovery and could hear screaming... This is where our sitcom like experience began, Dylan was hysterical! (No surprise, I react the same way from anesthesia. I mortified my mother when my wisdom teeth came out. "WHERE AM I?? WHY AM I HERE??") D's poor nurse looked relieved that backup arrived. I tried to get him, he was kicking and thrashing with cords everywhere. Shortly into Andy's attempt, he yells, "I'm sweating!" My turn again while Andy walked out of the room to cool off. Never had he used the word "ouchy" in his life that was all Dylan could say while trying to stick his fingers in his mouth! That resulted in him throwing up and my screaming, "OH SH*%!" While I'm assuming he was still fanning himself Andy yells from the hall, "LORI YOU NEED TO RELAX!" The nurses quickly gave D some morphine and he fell asleep. We left our mark on Akron Children's and I am sure there is now a "note" in our file. <br />
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Dylan woke up asking if his tonsils were gone, they DELIVERED his meds to our room and we were gone. He's been off and thought I could send him to daycare today. Well, I'm home because just as the paperwork said, "Increased pain one week post op" came true as last night was the worst night we've had. He wakes up crazed, not wanting to take his medicine, not wanting a drink, so when he wakes up its for a while and it's all night long! I've been told we made the right decision and it'll be best in the long run. So I am welcoming any advice to get us over the hump! I come away from this experience: thankful for my healthy babies, thankful for Akron Children's being close when they are not, and praying for the families we passed in the halls that were dealing with much more than large tonsils. NosyRosiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11793474766070609288noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869085982778723904.post-49924520701245021452015-03-18T22:25:00.000-04:002015-03-18T22:25:06.913-04:00Kid-less in the Caribbean!<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Last New Years my in-laws announced they were taking all of us to Sandals Negril after Christmas with no kids. Entering this family I quickly learned they love vacations! This trip added to my list that included: Turks and Caicos (Beaches Resort), Hawaii, and <a href="http://nosyrosie.blogspot.com/2012/01/summer-dreamin.html">Wyoming</a>. Needless to say we were shocked and panicked finding out we were pregnant the next week. How are we going to leave a 3 month old and a 4 year old that had been experiencing separation anxiety. But we did, thanks to my parents and other family that helped with caring for our children.<br />
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Years ago I read that Cindy Crawford says her marriage has survived all these years due to vacationing alone. My parents use to leave us and go to the beach. As we got closer panic really set in. I cried when I had to go back to work, soon 8 hours away from them was going to be a week! My plan was to pump enough so my mom wouldn't have to supplement. It was bad enough I was leaving Parker, I felt this is the least I could do! I did the oils, tea everything and successfully pumped her a weeks supply then had to go into overdrive because she actually needed 8 days worth. D was another story. He is way into the <a href="http://www.potterybarn.com/products/daily-system-espresso-stain/?pkey=chome-office-solutions&">calendar</a> we have in the kitchen and enjoys keeping up on our daily happenings. He proudly told his doctor that we were leaving for Jamaica on the 27th and when he turned 27 he was allowed to go. Knowing he was going to be hanging out with his cousin the whole week eased the pain. We took them to my parents, celebrated Christmas, put them to bed then left! I cried a lot.<br />
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Jamaica is the place to be!! The airport was packed. We had a great bus driver that pointed out all the hot spots between the airport and our resort. Spots from Cool Runnings, some golf course Oprah owns and what it really means when the sign on the door reads "Beer Joint". Our room was something out of Crate and Barrel with a view of the ocean. The vacation started with karaoke and dancing sealing the deal it was going to be a great trip. <br />
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<span style="text-align: center;">Much like the when we went to Sandal's sister resort Beaches the food was amazing! We found out that the resort Hedonism was right next door, so that added endless jokes and laughs when their guests walked our beach. We rented a boat to Rick's Cafe on New Year's Eve, dolphins swam next to the boat (which I yelled, "It's just like Sea World!", I'm working on getting out more), we watched the divers at Rick's, then watched the sunset over the ocean. The resort threw a white party which was so much fun. The band seemed a little off with the countdown to the New Year since we could see fireworks going off down the beach. The party ended earlier than announced but not until Shelly begged the dj to play "Poison" for me! We even found a couple from Columbus that we watched the National Championship game with. One day my brother-in-law's family made the trip over for the day from Trelawny. It was awesome to meet and get to visit with Ralston's family. It was a great trip but like my brother-in-law said before we left he thought this would be the first vacation that he would be excited to get home and he was right!</span><br />
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Being away from the kids was very hard and I would not suggest it when you have a 3 month old. It is possible even while nursing! But with FaceTime and texting we were able to stay very connected. Now a word of advice when you do FaceTime don't do it while there is a steel drum band playing on the beach that Andy felt our 4 year old needed to see only caused a meltdown with him crying saying, "I want to go there!" We did enjoy our time alone and being able to relax! We can't thank our parents enough for making this happen. <br />
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Parker Kay was born on September 25. I didn't even notice until after the fact that both my kids were due on the 19th and both induced on the 25. I stuck a hamburg bun in the oven with a toothpick flag sticking out of it that read #2. It took Andy a minute to figure it out. Just the week before, my father in law had told us he was taking us to <a href="http://www.sandals.com/main/negril/ne-home/">Sandals Jamaica</a> for New Years. We quickly told my parents, we wanted to make sure they were up for keeping a 4 year old and 3 month old come December! Andy's parents' we told by putting Dylan in his #1 brother tshirt when they picked us up for our Tucson visit. We waited the "safe" 3 month waiting period to tell everyone else by naming our horse "Bun in the Oven" at the yearly <a href="http://www.wabl.org/">WABL</a> Night at the Races. <br />
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Andy has 4 sisters so I figured this was a girl. My mom swore I was carrying the same way she carried me. Our 3 friends that were pregnant - only one boy, and my 3 coworkers all had girls. My Court coworker kept me walking around downtown Akron like crazy! People looked at us like we were unicorns, pregnant women must not walk together often. I totally owe her for keeping me motivated. Even though we found food on most our walks it helped with my weight and ability to get quickly back into my pre-pregnancy pants. They don't look good but they are on! My manager at JCrew had her daughter the day before me. People were equally as shocked when they came in the store and we were working together. They thought they came into Motherhood Maternity! We were in the hospital at the same time and had the same delivery nurse. GG and Parker will be fashionable friends for life.<br />
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At the end of my pregnancy I was huge! I was beyond uncomfortable and the heartburn and snoring was out of control. I told my doctor (who retired the week I was due!), "I think this baby is big..." Two days before she was born the ultrasound tech guessed 8 pounds 6 ounces....they were a little off when she came out at 9 pounds 3 ounces!<br />
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The morning I was induced my Judge and the social workers from my department were at the hospital for a meeting and stopped in to see me. (When the meds started, no one cut the cord or anything!) My new doctor actually had Andy deliver Parker. He is the first person to hold our little girl, while it seemed weird and shocking at first it ended up to be a very sweet moment. I just couldn't believe I had a little girl and such a big one at that! <br />
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Parker Kay, a name that confuses old people because she's a girl but at least everyone can spell and pronounce easily. My dad's grandpa was named Park, I always loved the name, which my cousin's cute son carries on. I'm a Parker Posey (AIR RAID!) fan and my mom's middle name is Kay. She also has the same (maiden) initials as Andy's aunt Paula Kay. She immediately carried on the Sissy nickname, which I have been called by my entire family for the last 31 years. She's been called Parkey, Park, Sissy, Sis, PK - she is a woman of many names! <br />
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Much like when you are first married the question is when are you having kids, after you birth a child people are quick to ask when is the next coming? My dad let me know they don't make any other kinds so we can stop. I heard you just "know" when you are done. Well my motherly instinct is giving me the silent treatment. Right now we seem perfect, but I thought it was pretty perfect when it was just Dylan... <br />
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<br />NosyRosiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11793474766070609288noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869085982778723904.post-88164270272875492662015-01-10T17:45:00.000-05:002015-01-10T17:45:15.658-05:00Where did 2014 go??<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Sorry for the hiatus! I'm sure the 2 of you that read this have been wondering what's been going on. I had left you with our trip to <a href="http://nosyrosie.blogspot.com/2014/03/our-arizona-spring-training-trip.html">Arizona</a> last year, my favorite <a href="http://nosyrosie.blogspot.com/2014/04/my-april-fools-at-field-of-dreams-2007.html">April Fools</a> story then left you hanging. We were busy to say the least!<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Spring: </b></span><br />
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We had tons of people that were pregnant last year along with us! 3 of our friends and 3 people I worked with, it was a cold winter! So I attended multiple baby showers. Nothing like a pregnant lady getting the chance to slip away for the afternoon, eat good food and get an idea on all the latest baby gear.<br />
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Dylan had his 4th opening day! This one was extra special because his Papa threw out the first pitch. We extended our love of baseball into the minor leagues. The AA affiliate to the Indians, the Rubber Ducks made a bobble head of my mother in law! They did a special on women in baseball and she was the guest of honor. Sadly due to her brother passing away she was unable to make it so my father in law asked me and my sister in law to speak with him. It was neat to hear new stories of their life in baseball and tell of a few of my own from Andy's time in the minors. <br />
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<a href="http://nosyrosie.blogspot.com/2013/07/shelly-and-patricks-wedding.html">Shelly</a> graduated from Xavier with her Masters. We made the trip down to celebrate, not only for dinner but also a trip to Ikea! We started remodeling our master bath and we were super excited Andy's oldest sister moved her family back to the Midwest and we love seeing them more often. <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Summer:</b></span><br />
We attended endless Indians games and two weddings. I tried to still bring it on the dance floor, big belly and all! A member of the band told me, "I've never seen a pregnant woman move like you!" I took it as a compliment. It was almost as nice as when a coworker peeked in my office during my third trimester to tell me, "You look exhausted, but your hair has never looked better." <br />
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My very generous sister in law kept D so he could go to vacation bible school. I was a little nervous, his daycare provider runs a tight ship but not in a school like setting. He did well (after they had to put a sticker reward system into play) and much to our surprise brought it 110% to the performance they did at church. He was singing his heart out, had moves we've never seen and was so expressive. We were shocked, especially since he didn't even want to sit with the VBS group when we walked in! I laughed and cried. It was hard to believe my baby was growing up, making me think it couldn't be a better time to have a second child! <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Fall: </b></span><br />
The highlight was definitely the birth of Parker Kay on September 25! We did a lot with Dylan trying to ease the pain of getting a sibling. Between the summer and fall we took him to <a href="http://nosyrosie.blogspot.com/2012/08/hollow-what.html">Hollow Rock,</a> Cedar Point, the Akron Zoo and squeezed in one last Indians game right before she was born. I'll talk more about PK later, she deserves her own post!<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Holidays:</b></span><br />
Thanksgiving was extra special since Andy's grandma Kack, aunt and cousin came into town from Texas. Within about a week after visiting Kack passed away. It was one of those amazing end of life stories! She had seen her Texas family recently, came up the Ohio to visit us and meet Parker, then went home to pass pretty quick. I think it was all part of her and God's great plan. She was a woman who had seen a lot of loss in her 88 year life, most recent her son this past spring. She always had a spark in her and could make us laugh! We are so grateful for the care Andy's cousin Tessa gave her as well as accompanying her up to Ohio and taking wonderful pictures of our family that we will cherish forever. <br />
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Christmas was great this year with D being so aware of what was going! I thought he knew last year but it keeps getting better. He kept his list light again this year only asking for a blower and snackeez! My parents came up a lot helping with the kids and painting our basement. I took my mom to Deck the Hall at <a href="http://www.stanhywet.org/">Stan Hywet</a>. It was fun to finally do something for her and she said it was the best gift I could have given her! Then my parents made the ultimate sacrifice keeping our kids for 8 days while we went to Jamaica for the new year! More on that trip later as that too deserves a post of its own. Hopefully I will be around here more this year, if not I have two pretty cute excuses! <b><i>Happy New Year to you!!</i></b><br />
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<br />NosyRosiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11793474766070609288noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869085982778723904.post-36051995098492851662014-04-01T22:50:00.001-04:002014-04-01T22:50:47.014-04:00My April Fool's at the Field of Dreams - 2007<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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In 2007 when we were first married Andy played his final year of baseball in the Seattle minor league system and I like a crazy gypsy woman followed him everywhere he went. We drove all the way to Arizona to Spring Training in hopes he would be sent to California and of course he was sent to Wisconsin. My mother in law who had spent her entire life chasing her own baseball husband offered to ride with her <strike>only</strike> favorite daughter in law back across the country to the cheese capital of the world. After joking with my father in law about going up through Montana to get to Wisconsin he promptly went out and bought us the nicest atlas he could find. It was an amazing one that helped me multiple times while lost during the season. (Who would think Michigan City was in Indiana??) I was excited to take this cross-country adventure with Sharon I had one concerned: it was rumored with all the traveling she had done in her day she was a sucker for those brown tourist signs. I laid it down early, no stops along the way, except to see family in Texas. We had to make it to Wisconsin before Andy, get settled in, find me a job and we had no time for detours. <br />
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We had stayed in Perryton to see family and then took off for the second leg of our adventure. It was April Fool's Day and we decided it would be hilarious to call people and tell them Andy got called up and they are sending him to California and we were turning around to drive back out west! While we thought it was a great joke, Andy did not, since it shed light on his misfortune of being sent to low A instead of high A. But people bought it and we all had a good laugh. Sharon was studying the atlas while we were driving through Iowa, "LORI! Look we're close to the Field of Dreams!" I could hardly believe it, having no idea it was a real place in Iowa. Sure enough in the tiniest print possible next to little red triangle read, "Field of Dreams" in Dyersville. Now this is a stop these two baseball wives had to make. They did not make it easy, thank goodness we had our atlas, since there were no brown signs whatsoever. </div>
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I had left my camera in Arizona and I had always laughed at Sharon's fun saver she kept in her purse at all times (But I did take one with me to New Orleans last year!), I was thrilled she had it with her for this trip. April 1 was even the fields opening day! We were the first visitors of the season, the person working the souvenir barn seemed surprised and confused to see us. It was amazing, we sat on the bleachers, Sharon insisted I take the mound and we literally bought everything in the souvenir barn. Of course with it being April there wasn't any corn and it was freezing, it still was one of the neatest things I have done and much to my surprise my mother in law agrees. That coming from a woman that lived all over the country in 35 years of baseball I feel pretty special that she claims that to be one of her best trips! They built it, we came and had the best April Fool's Day ever. </div>
NosyRosiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11793474766070609288noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869085982778723904.post-48133655635508115402014-03-15T23:18:00.002-04:002014-03-15T23:21:45.738-04:00Our Arizona / Spring Training Trip<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfr12rEkNSUeg5A5LHhbUCnImswq2kerhE_Py9pm-fDOXP7IFjSuCiXdP7UXuqgBeFqVnnvW6p-0xlRgC6fOdJQXSPw5KDKFb5TVA5BxJg8vCHHZIDwFrGk07kNt3CGJhyphenhyphenptz-7J25e-dO/s1600/IMG_1119.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfr12rEkNSUeg5A5LHhbUCnImswq2kerhE_Py9pm-fDOXP7IFjSuCiXdP7UXuqgBeFqVnnvW6p-0xlRgC6fOdJQXSPw5KDKFb5TVA5BxJg8vCHHZIDwFrGk07kNt3CGJhyphenhyphenptz-7J25e-dO/s1600/IMG_1119.jpg" height="200" width="133" /></a>A couple weeks ago we went to Arizona for vacation. Not for any particular reason but we noticed we've been going out every 2 years. With #2 due this fall and our Christmas trip looks like we are going to keep with this pattern. Thanks to American Airlines new plane that had touch screens with Disney, it made one part of the flight much easier. We arrived in Tucson at midnight (2am our time) D didn't sleep at ALL on the plane and was a delight, much to our surprise. We excitedly forced him into his "#1 big brother" shirt to surprise his Nana and Papa when they came to pick us up. They arrived and then he decided to act up! As a friend pointed out grandparents are much more forgiving than co passengers on a plane.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><u>Spring Training - Goodyear, Arizona </u></span><br />
The best part was our day trip up to Spring Training. It was their first game, we got up early to get there in time to see BP and hopefully meet some players. Right off the bat he met Jason Kipnis, one of his many favorites. With someone in the way and the quickness of it all, sadly I missed this photo opportunity. When we got on the BP field D yelled out, "Look there's #10 Yan Gomes!" Impressing the front office crowd that this 3 year old knew the names and numbers of his beloved Indians. Papa grabbed Gomes so D could meet him. D was shy and stood about 6 feet away from him, but answered most of his questions. He went in the clubhouse with papa and daddy and met manager Mr. Terry. We were then on the hunt for his FAVORITE player Nick Swisher. We had to wait while they finished up practice. When the guys came out and Mike called them over to meet D, it was one the most surreal moment I've had as a mother watching my baby get to meet his heroes. I'm assuming its what Disney is like but so much better! Michael Bourn wanted to see what kind of arm Grover's grandson had. D sailed one right past him, the next he caught and D yelled, "Nice catch!" He met Carlos Santana, Michael Brantley, then came Swisher. He talked as if we've known him for years, took pictures with D, even let him carry his bat into the clubhouse while yelling out, "Big guy coming through, he's coming for your spot!" D will tell you that he, "threw him up in the sky!!" We introduced D to Nick's dad, Steve Swisher and he very seriously told him, "I love him." Mr. Swisher assured him Nick loves him too. Fox Sports Ohio was filming a lot of D getting to meet these guys, I'm hopeful he makes the cut because I was too busy taking pictures. <br />
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For the game Papa got us seats right behind the dugout. D loved being so close to the action! He waved at Justin Masterson and yelled at all the players while they were on deck. He got to chitchat with Charlie Nagy who played for Papa in-between innings. Contrary to what Tom Hanks says there was a lot of crying in baseball when we made him leave before the game was over. It was the most amazing experience not just for D but for Andy and I. I don't know how any other vacation will top this one. I cannot thank my in laws enough for giving D this opportunity. D is so baseball obsessed and we are so blessed that he is able to have these amazing experiences in the world of baseball. He'll remember this forever, he ask daily to see the pictures of him and Swisher. I hope he remembers these sweet memories of the 3 of us even after we turn his world upside-down this fall with a brother or sister! <br />
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Now that the holidays are over, I have a moment to look back on this quick very quick year!<br />
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Winter - We had a low key winter, I think in preparation for our crazy summer. William-Sonoma sadly closed but my new judge took office and it was an amazing and easy transition. Of course D's first <a href="http://nosyrosie.blogspot.com/2013/03/a-mamas-reflection-elmo-live.html">Elmo Live </a>was defiantly the highlight!<br />
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Spring - D attended his 3rd opening day. Starting the season he was scared to go outside and cried whenever everyone cheered. His fear quickly turned into love and he now cannot wait until Spring! I turned 30, which was uneventful. The wedding festivities began with <a href="http://nosyrosie.blogspot.com/2013/05/bridal-shower-season.html">Shelly's shower,</a> my big trip to <a href="http://nosyrosie.blogspot.com/2013/06/new-orleans.html">New Orleans</a> for Megan's bachelorette and our first wedding of the season. I also started my new retail venture at J.Crew or as D calls it "Mama's store."<br />
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Summer - The highlight being <a href="http://nosyrosie.blogspot.com/2013/07/shelly-and-patricks-wedding.html">Shelly and Patrick's wedding</a>! I find myself looking back through the photos reliving the day. It was just so perfect, our family did the last wedding right! The week after Andy was in his high school friend Tom's wedding. They had a live band and it was the BEST. If I could do it all over, I'd get a band all the way. They also had the best food EVER, the short rib literally melted in my mouth. Then we closed summer the best way possible with a road trip to Wilmington for <a href="http://nosyrosie.blogspot.com/2013/10/megans-wedding.html">Megan's wedding</a>. I loved meeting her friends in New Orleans, reuniting for the wedding was a blast. Even though I am insanely jealous they get to see Megan all year long. <br />
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Fall - After such an exciting summer I thought fall would be boring, I was wrong! I attended my first playoff game! It was as amazing as Andy said it would be, he described it as Opening Day times 100. Even though we didn't win, it was the experience of a lifetime and hope I get to do it again soon! I sat on my first event committee for <a href="http://www.cgfs.org/home/">Child Guidance and Family Solutions</a>. My father-in-law was inducted into the <a href="http://clevelandsportshall.com/">Greater Cleveland Sports Hall of Fame</a> and I got to meet Bob Costas! <a href="http://nosyrosie.blogspot.com/2013/10/am-i-raising-meathead.html">D turned 3</a> and we took him trick or treating for the first time in my brother-in-law's parents' neighborhood. They do it up right and go all out, even jello shots for parents. My cousin Luke brought his family up from Lancaster and stayed with us. It was so fun to see these long distance cousins play. On Thanksgiving we celebrated my parent's 40th year of marriage! <br />
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Holidays - D was slightly confused about Santa and it being Jesus's birthday, at one point thinking they were BOTH coming to the house. He kept things real simple by only asking for a map and a flashlight. Christmas morning he did not disappoint, opening each gift and saying, "WOW! What is it?" He LOVED Christmas music, so I dusted off my "Santa's Toasty Tunes" I made in college. By the end of the season he knew most the words and definitely had his favorites (All I Want for Christmas and Run Run Rudolph topping the list). He loves all kinds of music. At a Christmas party while my cousin played "Jingle Bells" on the piano while my nephew sang, D kept screaming, "Play <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8gSJtYae8bQ">John Deer Green!</a>!" New Years Eve was a blast with the annual theme party and my father-in-law made it even better by telling us he's taking us on vacation this year! We are headed to Arizona next month, we received the save the date for our friends' July wedding and have multiple friends that will become parents this year. Needless to say 2014 is looking to be pretty awesome! <b><i>Happy New Year! </i></b><br />
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Am I raising a meathead? This question has been running through my head for the last 8+ months. D's personality has really developed this past year and it is AWESOME. He was always fun but now he's like <i>really </i>fun. I finally have a backup singer for Journey's - Lovin', Touchin', Squeezin'. There is nothing better than picking him up from daycare and hearing about his day. Examples: "All my friends are mad at me" and "I got put in timeout". You never know what is going to come out of his mouth, like asking loudly who the woman is behind us in line at Marc's. <br />
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Here is a current list of his favorite things: working out, baseball and cars. He was my right hand man during my Insanity workout: doing suicide drills, taking his shirt off and constantly bugging me when was I going to workout next. Then came the car obsession. He wanted to know what everyone drives and now he knows every make on the road. It keeps him very busy in the backseat screaming out the make of every car that passes and if it matches anyone in our family. "That's a Volkswagen like Uncle Pat!"<br />
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I married into a baseball family and D has put meaning into the phrase, "It's in his blood." He is obsessed with baseball. He knew all the players, their numbers, and their batting routines. He does Nick Swisher better than Nick Swisher! I walked into his room one night and found him standing next to his clock radio. I heard Tom Hamilton...He had found the Indians on the radio!! Needless to say he's going through withdraw now that the season is over.<br />
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Today was his 3rd birthday and it was so much fun! He finally got it. The last 2 years he clearly had no idea what was going on, but today he knew it was all about him. We had a low key party with my side of the family, with plans with Andy's later this weekend. I went to Dollar Tree and bought every Mickey Mouse thing they had, offically turning into my mother-in-law who is a Dollar Tree fanatic. He was so excited for every part of it. Tomorrow he is going to be real disappointed that things are back to normal. Meathead or not, he is pretty awesome and I can't wait to see what this next year brings.<br />
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It's been a busy start to fall and this post is long overdue! Labor Day weekend we headed south for my college roommates wedding in Wilmington, North Carolina. It was the first time we left D for more than a night. (Like both of us, I left for the <a href="http://nosyrosie.blogspot.com/2013/06/new-orleans.html">bachelorette</a> and Andy's been on business trips, but you get what I'm saying!) After work on Thursday we headed south on 77, dropped D off at a Flying J where my parents picked him up, and loaded up on Smart Water and dill pickle seeds. The West Virginia hills are even scarier at night, but we made it to our hotel at 4:30am! I hadn't been to Wilmington since tagging along with Megan for Spring Break 2004. <br />
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After Megan insisted there was nothing for us to do to help her on Friday, we headed to Wrightsville Beach. First stop was Meg's coffee shop where she is the Marketing Director, <a href="http://www.portcityjava.com/">Port City Java</a>, a must on your next trip. We had not been to a beach since 2008 and it was glorious! We underestimating the suns powerful rays on a cloudy day and got fried. Nothing soothes a burn like fish tacos, we were directed to <a href="http://www.liveeatsurf.com/Eat/Tower7/AboutHistory.aspx">Tower 7</a> and it was delicious. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My favorite - <a href="http://ericboneskephotography.com/">Eric Boneske Photography</a></td></tr>
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When we got to the wedding venue they were filming <a href="http://www.fox.com/sleepy-hollow/">Sleepy Hollow</a>. For those of you who don't know Wilmington is a hot spot for TV shows! I was disappointed I wasn't asked to be an extra. <a href="http://www.brooklynartsnc.com/">The Brooklyn Arts Center </a>is an old converted church. The wedding was held in the courtyard, we were getting ready in the parsonage, and the reception in the church. Megan couldn't have looked happier, was hamming it up and thankfully Andy caught this*. Barry's friends and family were all so sweet, we were able to look past them being Atlanta Braves fans as long as the 1995 talk was kept to a minimum. Dinner was at the <a href="http://www.bluewaterdining.com/">Bluewater Grill</a>, we again stuffed our faces with seafood and shared our favorite stories. It was so fun catching up with Megan's sister, Rachel who is on the NEWS in Florida! After dinner the other half of Club 509, Lydia and Alanna, had made it to town so we headed out with the groomsmen to <a href="http://www.hellskitchenbar.com/">Hell's Kitchen</a>, which was featured on Dawson's Creek. None of us remembered that episode but it didn't matter.<br />
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Saturday started with hair appointments at <a href="http://www.bangzontheweb.com/">Bangz</a>. It was a cute and haunted hair salon. The little girl that haunts the place knocked over some magazines while we were there. We then headed to the parsonage to get our <a href="http://www.makeupbyamykennison.com/">make-up </a>done and get dressed. Megan's dress was breathtaking, her whole look came together so beautifully. She looked perfect! The ceremony was performed by a childhood friend of Barry's. He did a great job and made it so personal. This was my first wedding where they wrote their own vows, it was so neat and made me cry more than usual. As they walked back down the aisle the wedding planner had huge heads made of Megan and Barry, stealing the idea from Megan who had done the same for Barry when he ran his first marathon.<br />
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NosyRosiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11793474766070609288noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869085982778723904.post-5919526393339240392013-08-24T12:30:00.000-04:002013-08-24T12:30:01.621-04:00Potty Training<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Potty Training...words that have terrified me since becoming a mother. D will be 3 in October. I've been feeling the pressure. My four year old niece asking why he's still in diapers, a coworker claiming her family members are trained by 2 (is that even possible??) and the looks... I don't know if D is big or if it's because I am so short but this kid looks too big to be in diapers so last weekend I decided to take the bull by the horns.<br />
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<b>Day One:</b><br />
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I took him and the potty outside and ditched the pull-up. Now this time when he went he said, "Ahh help I made it wet!" while pointing to his undies. Progress? I'll take it. Many more accidents then finally it was nap time. I reported to my SIL our progress or lack there of. Something magical happened after his nap - he woke up DRY! I sat him down and he went for what I found comparable to Adam Sandler's "Longest Pee". The jumping and cheering scared him but he was psyched for m&ms. No sooner did I get his after nap snack he had an accident. I felt defeated.<br />
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<b>Day Two:</b><br />
My excellent planning turned into poor planning when Andy got a chance to play in a golf outing and I had to work. There was no way I would put our babysitter through what I went through. She was advised to play it by ear. I got home at noon and set the timer to get back into routine. He did very well going before and after nap again. Sadly the evening was full of accidents but Andy obliged to my request for <a href="http://www.aladdinseatery.com/">Aladdin's</a>. Even though I was feeling discouraged my belly was full of delicious hummus. <br />
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<b>Day Three:</b><br />
He maybe went once and I had a meltdown at 7pm. I'd been working so hard! Why does this have to be so difficult?? I honestly believe this is the hardest thing I've done since becoming a parent and I'd much rather birth more children than potty train. Maybe I should have listen to the people who told me they'll do it when they are ready. <br />
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<b>This Week:</b><br />
We've had highs and lows and an ER trip (no relation to the potty training). His babysitter is on board, which is crucial! There have been days he hasn't went at all and times where he's actually told me he had to go! We definitely celebrate the little victories. I've become more lax about it and figure it'll happen when it happens. Until he starts getting it, I'll just keep eating the m&ms and I have no problem with that. <br />
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<br />NosyRosiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11793474766070609288noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869085982778723904.post-26920113305726977872013-07-30T22:54:00.001-04:002013-08-12T22:07:47.525-04:00Shelly and Patrick's Wedding<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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We had been waiting for this since April of last year. The baby was getting married! We knew it was going to be the ultimate party and we were not disappointed. The wedding weekend started on Thursday with cousins flying into different airports at different times to stay with us. D was pumped for our house guests. He really gave Andy's cousin an idea of what it is like to have a toddler, he followed him everywhere! I found him in the morning dreamily watching Tyson brush his teeth. Needless to say D was quite the host: holding hands, playing music and providing endless entertainment/surveillance to our guests. <br />
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<i>Rehearsal</i> - Shelly wanted a Downtown wedding and that is what she got! The rehearsal dinner was at <a href="http://lolabistro.com/">Lola's</a>. We love Michael Symon and love <a href="http://bspotburgers.com/">The B Spot</a>. I made sure to thank Patrick's dad since Andy and I don't go fancy places and that may have been our only chance! The food was AMAZING! Patrick's mom did a slide show perfectly matching up childhood photos of our two lovebirds. (Shelly in a football uniform, then Patrick in his. Shelly with a suitcase when she was little, followed by her packed for college.) We were all crying! East 4th Street in Cleveland is hip and happenin' and we were in the middle of all the action. While we were dining on delicious food the out of town guests were a couple doors down at <a href="http://www.thecorneralley.com/">The Corner Alley</a>. We of course grabbed some friends and cousins and made a few other stops around town before turning in. Shelly (and Patrick too) planned everything perfect so it was all within walking distance.<br />
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<i>Gettin' Ready</i> - We awoke early to start the beauty process. Now when I got married Shelly and I went to the salon got hair and makeup then ate at Swenson's while the other maids did their own thing. It's a whole new world now! We all met in a suite in the hotel and everything came to us. Everything at our fingertips: <a href="http://salonsorelle.webs.com/">Hair</a>, <a href="http://www.beautytherapyinc.com/">makeup</a>, food and Andy even came to visit! It was so nice to relax and watch them turn Shelly into a princess and us into movie stars! ("Movie stars" was a direct quote from an actual guest!) Our floor length one shoulder black gowns flattered every body type. Our flowers slapped you in the face and screamed, "Its summer time — let's party!" I was so nervous as the clock approached 2:00pm I felt like I was getting married again! I was relieved that Shelly's new SIL felt the same jitters I did. <br />
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<i>Ceremony</i> - The church was a stunning catholic <a href="http://saintjohncathedral.com/">cathedral</a> in the heart of downtown. The long cobblestone isle was nerve-racking but Andy met me halfway and we made it with no problem. I don't know if it was the church, the music, Shelly being the baby but as soon as the doors shut and the music played the tears ran down my face! (I wasn't alone that's for sure.) It was a beautiful ceremony and they both looked so over the moon in love. When we exited the church, our little prince awaited us. We didn't trust he'd stay quiet during the service so my very generous parents drove him up just for pictures, then back to the sitter and then they came back up for the reception. With the attitude he had during pictures this was definitely the best choice! While around town for photos our bus broke down needing a jump from the photographers and I ran into an old coworker. Both making excellent stories! <br />
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<i>Reception</i> - It was at the <a href="http://www.marriott.com/hotels/travel/clesc-cleveland-marriott-downtown-at-key-center/">Marriott </a>where we were all staying. The room was stunning! Long white sheets with lights behind, family wedding photos as you entered (We did this too, shout out to those who showed you what love is!), beautiful flowers, everything was perfect. Nervous about our wedding party intro, Andy ended up carrying me like a baby. Shelly did the most selfless thing a bride can do — she gave up her spotlight! Oldest sister Kim had a beach wedding and missed getting to dance with her dad. Shelly shocked them both by giving them their own father/daughter dance. Kim looked like she had won Miss America. It was by far one of the sweetest things I've ever witnessed. Anyone who had not cried by this point during the day was now. <br />
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On a lighter note my Akron born and bred brother-in-law requested and performed David Allen Coe's "<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vAOVRkSCWmg">You never even call me by my name</a>". He did it at our wedding which my first response was, "Why the hell does Mike D have a microphone??" It quickly became my favorite wedding tradition! Andy has pulled it off at a couple of our friends' weddings, it's always a crowd pleaser. I had been doing the Insanity workout leading up to the wedding but I did not get the ripped bod I hoped for but it did help my endurance on the dance floor. I couldn't stop! I didn't even stop for cake. I kept thinking I'll never dance at Shelly's wedding again. I HATED to see this night end, even staying up until 3am trying to make it last forever. Which caught up with me on Sunday and the numerous times I found myself crying at the thought of our little sis being married!<br />
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<i>Sunday BBQ</i> - If you are coming into town the Hargrove's make it worth the trip! We did a clambake after our wedding and Shelly had a Caribbean BBQ for their Dominican send off. My brother-in-law made jerk chicken, a family friend made an amazing white bbq sauce, Kim's world famous coconut rice and corn souffle. It was so nice to be able to continue the celebration for one more day. Our cousins had their babies in town so we got to finally meet them and have them play with our babies. I was happy to get to talk to with everyone since it was hard to catch up on the dance floor! I thought it took long for us to leave Andy's parents after a normal Sunday supper, well it's nothing compared to have 50 extra family members to kiss (not on the mouth, thats for another post and I'm happy to say Patrick sides with me on this) and hug. It was so bittersweet. This Texas family embraced me the moment they met me (which was when I was already engaged to their precious Andy, we moved quickly) and I hate we don't get to see them more often. Someone else needs to get married ASAP! <br />
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My grandpa celebrated his 80th birthday right before I celebrated my 30th. What I thought was going to be my "dirty thirty" ended up being an "uneventful thirty". It was spent over <a href="http://www.swensonsdriveins.com/">Swenson's</a> cheeseburgs and our DVR. My grandma gave me a letter my mom wrote to her after I was born. It was so neat to read. She wrote about how much my dad loved me and I would not want for much, and that is still true to this day! (He just washed my car last time I was home.) I always heard you are never done raising your kids and I am so glad my parents haven't! Andy took me to supper in Kent that weekend to a restaurant owned by a family I use to work for, <a href="http://www.bistrokent.com/">The Bistro on Main</a>. The food was as good as I remembered but the city was not how we left it in 2006. The development of downtown of Kent is amazing! We were shocked and it made our love and pride for Kent even stronger. <br />
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One wedding down and all my bridal showers are over. I have one more bachelorette to go this week. We will be so bored come fall! The first wedding was of high school friends of mine. It was so good seeing everyone, it was like 1998 homecoming again! Shelly's bachelorette day long extravaganza was last weekend. We had so much fun starting at the spa, dress fittings, dinner at <a href="http://www.barlouieamerica.com/">Bar Louie</a> and going out in downtown Cleveland. It took a few days for this old lady to recover but I wouldn't change a thing. <br />
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Other than my <a href="http://nosyrosie.blogspot.com/2013/06/new-orleans.html">New Orleans</a> trip we did some light travel to central Ohio. My beautiful cousin Courtney graduated so we went down for her party. We were able to visit with our Lancaster family and see my Aunt Sally who's been battling pancreatic cancer. Made a stop to visit with our <a href="http://nosyrosie.blogspot.com/2012/08/hollow-what.html">Hollow Rock</a> friends and their twins. We went for <a href="http://www.jenis.com/">Jeni's Ice Cream</a>, I was happy it lived up to the hype. It was a quick trip but totally worth it. Now on with the summer of love and our 3 other weddings!! <br />
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<br />NosyRosiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11793474766070609288noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869085982778723904.post-51399827698419864542013-06-09T22:15:00.001-04:002013-06-09T22:22:51.329-04:00New Orleans Bachelorette Weekend<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A little Kent, a little Wilmington all in New Orleans for Megan!</td></tr>
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But Lori didn't you go to New Orleans a month ago, why so long on the post? Because I had to get my FUN-SAVER developed. Yes, they still make them and are very cheap. Not trusting myself or my surroundings to take my Canon, I took the next best thing - a throw away camera. <br />
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My college roommate Megan is getting<br />
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married this summer. Lydia and I met her our freshman year and the rest is history. A quiet girl, who we forced into a vneck to go to the under 21 dance club. How could she not love us? Against her better judgement she lived with us when we moved out of the dorms. We were two of a kind, short and blonde. We even made a song about it and would perform synchronized kicks for our house guest. I've watched Megan go through hell and back during our 10+ years of friendship. No matter what has happened in her life she always emerges a better, stronger person. After graduation she headed south back to Wilmington, NC. She brought her groom up to Ohio a couple summers ago. D took a liking to him as did the rest of us, so the news of their engagement was what we were all hoping for. I absolutely cannot wait to watch her walk down the aisle and become Barry's WIFE! Ha! Who would have thought? I'm a mom and Megan's about to be married. We once got in a lizard cage together.*<br />
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I've quickly realized when you get married into your 30s things are more lavish! Unlike me who married straight out of college, if you wait until you're more established, you get to do fun stuff like have your bachelorette in New Orleans! When Megan put this idea out there I was so excited. I had never been to the Big Easy and figured we would never take D there. It was hard leaving D, it was my first full weekend away and yes I cried a little... I am thankful for facetime so he and Megan could compare their weekend battle wounds. After a delay getting into town (I'm still mad at you Delta!) we went on to have a blast. Frozen irish coffees, po' boys, Pimm's cups and parades everywhere you turn. I am showing my age when I say I enjoyed the day more than night. Things get a little wild for this old mama and Bourbon Street stinks, I mean it literally smells. I brought D tons of NOLA gifts. Doesn't every kid need a Louis Armstrong book? We went on an amazing <a href="http://www.frenchquarterphantoms.com/">ghost tour</a>, which my dad's response was, "You got ripped off!" (Apparently he does <i>not </i>believe in ghosts.) With all the history, delicious food and fun I would defiantly say you need to experience it. I can't wait to go back and take Andy, but if D ever decides he needs to go I will throw myself in front of the plane. <br />
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NosyRosiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11793474766070609288noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869085982778723904.post-90185819173475246722013-05-13T23:18:00.000-04:002013-05-13T23:21:03.053-04:00Bridal Shower Season<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Saturday was our little Shelly's WEDDING shower! I can hardly believe she will be married in a few months. I feel such closeness to Shelly in the short 8 years I've known her my heart just explodes with happiness to watch her on this journey into matrimony! I know I will be an emotional mess along with her 4 siblings. Kim (oldest sis/matron of honor) is already worried about how her makeup with hold up to all the tears. Making the group decision to get our makeup done unanimous. Shelly had a beautiful shower with friends and family. She's been kickin' butt in the gym and looks fantastic. The smile did not leave her face all day, but got even bigger when Patrick came at the end with flowers. (SWOON!) Less than 70 days until the big day!<br />
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I am so sad I am missing registering brides at the store. I did a <a href="http://nosyrosie.blogspot.com/2011/11/baby-stuff-part-1-of-2.html">baby shower</a> must have list it's only fair to do a bridal! Even if it has been a long time since I've been a bride (almost 7 years!), my three years at Williams-Sonama constitutes me as a registry connoisseur.<br />
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1. WS Kitchen Towels: You will have them forever. I was almost angry that mine held up so well I couldn't justify buying more in new colors! (But I did anyway.) This also goes for our oven pads and mitts too.<br />
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2. <a href="http://www.williams-sonoma.com/shop/cookware/cookware-unison-learnmore/?cm_sp=ContentLink-_-Category-_-LearnMoreCalphalonUnisonNS">Calphalon Unison Non-Stick pans</a>: They are amazing! More expensive then some of their other lines but totally worth it. Heavier, longer handles, forgiving and made in Toledo! Make sure to register for wooden and plastic utensils so you don't scratch your new pans. <br />
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3. <a href="http://www.williams-sonoma.com/products/all-clad-d5-stainless-steel-french-skillet/?pkey=ccookware-all-clad&">All Clad French Skillet set</a>: Even though they are a pain to clean they're totally worth it. Grab some Bar Keeper's Friend, it'll make clean up easier. You won't make eggs in it but they are great to sear meats then just throw in the oven. <br />
If you only want to cook with non-stick or you only want to use stainless-steel. Make sure to get a skillet or two (WS has sets) of whatever the opposite of what your set is. It is always nice to have options! <br />
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4. Knife Set: Now this is a personal choice of what brand to get. Make sure you go in to the store and hold them in your hand to see what you like. Having a good knife set makes cooking sooo much easier. Don't forget your cutting board and oil and to watch your fingers!<br />
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5. <a href="http://www.williams-sonoma.com/products/all-clad-stainless-steel-measuring-cups-and-spoons/?pkey=ccooks-tools-all-clad&">All Clad Measuring set</a>: Yes it's expensive but it'll be the only set you ever need! The straight handle makes it easy for you to level off your ingredients. <br />
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6. Cookbooks: WS has the most beautiful cookbooks with delicious recipes. I fell in love with them <br />
so quick that I purchased a cookbook holder to display them. Andy then convinced me we needed one for every season. I happily agreed!<br />
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7. White Dinnerware: My mother was so right about this one! I said, "Nooo I want brown, it's classic, it'll go with everything." No it's not, you will get sick of it and it won't go with some of tablerunners or your holiday decor. Expressing my disgust with my choice to one of my managers she said, "Look at our dinnerware wall...all white and it has been like that forever." How could I have been so naive! <br />
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8. Register for the FUTURE: I use to have to beat this into the heads of brides. I had to convince a girl to register for more than 4 flatware place settings. "But we won't be entertaining for a while. It's just going to be the two of us blah blah..." Andy couldn't even stand up straight in our first apartment*, we got 12 and am I glad we did. By the time we got a house I didn't have the extra money to buy flatware and neither will you, you've got other fun stuff you'll want to buy! Unpacking entertainment pieces you forgot you had is like Christmas!<br />
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9. Don't worry about prices: Yes this stuff is expensive, but it is built to last. (Hence my mom having the mixer she got for her wedding almost 40 years ago!) You never know who is going to go together and get you a gift. Don't be scared, no one will judge you! Registering at WS or Pottery Barn is nice because you can use their gift cards at either place, West Elm or Pottery Barn Kids (incase you have a honeymoon baby)!<br />
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<br />NosyRosiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11793474766070609288noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869085982778723904.post-54633776472949139962013-03-21T22:33:00.000-04:002013-03-21T22:33:15.626-04:00Winter Rewind <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Looking back at my pictures I'm thinking what did we do this winter? Of course I took 75 at <a href="http://nosyrosie.blogspot.com/2013/03/a-mamas-reflection-elmo-live.html">Elmo</a> but other than that not much documented. I did get an iphone 5 and have joined <a href="http://instagram.com/lorwe">Instagram</a>, which I am obsessed with! So plenty of pictures and stories to tell from my phone. The year started with my store closing that I still haven't gotten over. They keep sending me catalogs that pours salt back in the wound! The free weekends have opened up all sorts of fun stuff, going back home for the entire weekend, yard cleanup, even a family grocery trip.<br />
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D is coming into his own. We've realized why people pop out babies back to back, once you get a crazed toddler how could you throw a baby into the mix? He's becoming very independent, hanging up his coat when we get home, putting his shoes in his closet, even grabbed the milk out of the fridge! (Good thing I was close to catch it before he dropped it.) He's getting so smart, clever yet still able to throw fit with the best of them. While making cookies for my social workers (in honor of National Social Work Month) D came in while I was icing the spring themed cut-outs and said, "Dada wants uhnudder coo-coo, I take it to him." I yelled into Andy, he did not ask or want another cookie. I have a feeling if I would have given it to our little cookie monster it would not have made it to dada, but been eaten in route. <br />
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We had some 60 degree days in January! It was great to get out and open the windows. My grandparents celebrated 61 years of marriage so awe got together to celebrate at the Hartville Kitchen. D is recently obsessed with my grandpa and Aunt Ang, he kept tabs on them during the whole meal. One weekend home, Andy and I were able to sneak out for a date night out in downtown Canton. We attended our annual Night at the Races for the local little league. Brionna came up again and we had a blast. We already can't wait until next year! <br />
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<br />NosyRosiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11793474766070609288noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869085982778723904.post-84410882987683289572013-03-01T23:18:00.000-05:002013-03-01T23:18:50.454-05:00A Mama's Reflection: Elmo Live<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My mom got the boys tickets to Elmo live for Valentine's Day. Last Saturday my mom, sister in law, nephew, D and I headed to his first live show. When I saw the line to get in my heart started to race. Kids EVERYWHERE! D has been such a "wildcard" lately, I was worried... <br />
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So for the Elmo show I feared of how he would do, would he last, would he scream? He will not sit through a whole show at home, he's all over the place stopping from time to time when something of interest comes on. It was a good thing our seats were at the end of the row. The show kept his attention for a while, then he wanted to go up the stairs, wanted a snack, wanted Aunt April and so on. Through the darkness, loud music and flying confetti I could see NO ONE else's child acting up but mine. Just a lot of "that guys" wearing the shirt of the show they were going to see. (Who knew Elmo had a line of puffy vests?) I was physically and mentally exhausted by the end of the show. The next day I ran into a high school friend's mother, who told me her daughter took her toddler the show and she too felt she had the only restless child there. Eureka, that's why it's so dark in there! We did survive, we had fun, he is still talking about it and loving the Elmo souvenir grandma bought. But next time I think I'll wait until he's 3, 4, 5, maybe 6....<br />
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Lent crept up on me this year but I was ready. I am giving up buying food while at work, that means no lunch or chocolate covered Oreos that have proven to be my biggest weakness. I love hitting up the local Greek church on Thursdays for a gyro or ordering in a Vito from Jimmy John's when I'm too lazy to leave. I hope I won't starve... At home we have decided to give up fast food... For a family that grabs it at least 2 nights a week (don't forget about us <a href="http://www.swensonsdriveins.com/">Swenson's</a> and Chipotle!) this is going to be tough! My weekly food planning is going to have to be kicked up to the next level.<br />
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But wait, I'm not Catholic. Why would I partake in this year after year? I worked for a Catholic Italian family for 12 years. My boss's children would give something up and wondered why I wasn't giving anything up. I never back down from a challenge! Then I went to college, had a Catholic roommate. Her family had a fun rule that you could have whatever you gave up after midnight on Saturday. The Lent tradition continued as I married Andy who was raised Catholic. I've even persuaded some coworkers to join me in the yearly challenge. It was a little harder when I got married since I had to then prepare these meatless dishes on Friday. CHALLENGE EXCEPTED! (#himym) I scored a ravioli maker from Williams-Sonoma I'm excited to try out and I'm obsessed with making homemade perogies after a coworker gave me a recipe. Very time consuming but it makes a TON. I make various kinds, with different cheeses and throw in some jalapenos then freeze them. Take that Mrs. T's! Andy and I choked down some salmon tonight, we won't eat again. D demolished it because he thought it was "ham". His skin will be glowing like JLo's in no time. I think we'll be sticking to pasta. <br />
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I am proud to announce since the New Year has started Andy has been working out and down 9 pounds! I......haven't done anything. But I am doing what I do best and that is cheering Andy on! I am hoping this Lent makes our wallets bigger and waists smaller!<br />
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NosyRosiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11793474766070609288noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869085982778723904.post-54959479603231015342013-01-20T23:01:00.002-05:002013-01-21T10:22:33.013-05:00The End of my Williams-Sonoma Era<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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I was given the idea by a friend who had worked at Crate and Barrel and scored an amazing hutch/table I was caught admiring at her house. She told me how much fun she had working there and the purchases she made. I was sold! We didn't live by a Crate and Barrel, but even better we had a Williams-Sonoma. When we registered for our wedding I did not even know this store existed. I wept when I finally was introduced to their fantastic towels and every kitchen gadget you could think of that we had missed out on registering for. Andy was working at a local baseball school at the time and I was bored at home until 9 each night. After Peggy's Crate and Barrel testimonial and my nightly boredom, I ran to the mall to apply to be holiday help. I instantly loved everyone and ate my weight in holiday candy and cider. I knew there was no turning back. As the holidays ended I begged them to keep me and against their better judgment they did!<br />
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My managers catered to my ever changing needs when Andy changed jobs and I started changing diapers. I have truly met the most caring people during my 3 years there. One manager became like a post college guidance counselor to me. We'd share stories, cupcakes and ice cream and helped customers from time to time. As tired as I would be from working all day at the Court I felt reenergized walking into our beautiful store, seeing the people I loved and products I am passionate about. I am sad to be closing before the bride-to-be's start coming in to register. I was so uneducated about kitchen products (had no idea not to use metal tools on non-stick pans!) before I started working at Williams-Sonoma. I like to school the brides on what I <strike>think</strike> know they need. Mother's day was also one of my favorite times, when the dad's come in with their kin searching for the perfect gift for their mama that I always had 15 suggestions for, "She'd love a Vitamix/Kitchen Aid/Mini Pie Maker!" <br />
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I cried when I got the news of our store closing. A lot of our customers were heartbroken but mostly concerned with where we were going. And of course some just lookin' for the deals! If you don't like kitchen gadgets but do enjoy sweatpants with sparkles on the butt, you are in luck our store is being replaced by a Victoria's Secret Pink. I'm going to try and go down to the JCrew that has been calling my name since it came in last summer. I can't confuse D, whenever he sees a mall (any mall, even the one by my parents) he says, "That where mama works."<br />
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I feel I am leaving with so much more than I came with and I'm not referring to my new Wusthof set. I now have a passion for cooking and the quality products that make cooking easier. It warms my heart that I am passing that love onto D that grabs his apron at the sight of the Kitchen Aid coming out. Even though you are leaving me Williams-Sonoma I can't thank you enough for the memories, education, amazing products and friendships that will last a lifetime, much like the warranty on my pans! <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">So sad to watch these doors close at 6:00pm today.</td></tr>
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NosyRosiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11793474766070609288noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869085982778723904.post-78946087712686118542013-01-06T00:33:00.000-05:002013-01-06T00:33:46.028-05:00Christmas Wrap Up<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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We then spend New Year's Eve with Andy's side and their usual themed party, this year it was a Luau. I donned rain boots, a hat, scarf and a bathing suit. We spent Christmas as a family in Hawaii back in 2007. If there is one thing I know if you are going to Luau in Hawaii this time of year, these items are key! I eventually did put pants on. We took LRC to a new level this year. One round we played with 3 lottery tickets (Shelly won) and the second we played with 3 $5 instead of the normal $1. I am proud to announce <strike>we</strike> Andy won! It came down to him and I, so it was a win/win situation. <br />
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We are looking forward to spending our winnings, adjusting to the changes 2013 has already brought (a new Judge at the Court and the closing of my Williams-Sonoma store), turning 30, trips and the many happy couples that we get to witness marry this year. Happy 2013!! <br />
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NosyRosiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11793474766070609288noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869085982778723904.post-7726750628233823232012-12-23T15:31:00.000-05:002012-12-23T15:31:09.634-05:00Party Season<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Tis the season for partying! We had my grandma's annual Christmas party a few weeks ago. We get a homecooked family style meal at the local grange and Santa comes. D did NOT like Santa, but he did love to be with his cousins and ran around nonstop. I helped my Aunt prep for a party she was throwing. I didn't attend the party but I did get to lick the spoon for the icing. It is always good to have time to go home for the weekend. <br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdG2bmdu5hj2AFOaiLClmpKtCWK5oZ5qiYlKWetBN6Yy6Q9X2L1zYORv6nrhgEuwfUDrVM3Pk7dVK-1HjSm3dVxj090LSWQtvjhaKmVyHnJTWPcgOAeeZcalIIIO40Ki2utPNi1V6dvdKm/s1600/IMG_0178.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="133" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdG2bmdu5hj2AFOaiLClmpKtCWK5oZ5qiYlKWetBN6Yy6Q9X2L1zYORv6nrhgEuwfUDrVM3Pk7dVK-1HjSm3dVxj090LSWQtvjhaKmVyHnJTWPcgOAeeZcalIIIO40Ki2utPNi1V6dvdKm/s200/IMG_0178.JPG" width="200" /></a>Last weekend we celebrated the belated birthday of my Pearl Harbor born SIL. (I also have a high school friend with the same birthday, which I always remember if no one elses!) My BIL planned for dinner and bowling to celebrate Missy. Her friend threw her the most BEAUTIFUL surprise birthday dinner before we went bowling. They had an amazing older home, with all the beams, built-ins, and big wood work that makes me swoon. It was literally the nicest dinner party I've ever been to. Beautiful decorations with antique accents. I've got to step it up, before I host Christmas Eve tomorrow. We followed supper with some silly bowling and after hours at our house. (Good thing I stuck to my Thursday night cleaning routine!) It was a great night for a great lady.</div>
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Sadly due to our first big snow Friday night it cancelled our friend's holiday party. When D and I stepped outside of daycare he said, "ew gross" at the sight of the white stuff. He seemed to enjoy the snow when we got home, but it was short lived when his hand got too cold. Even though we were looking forward to the party it was nice to sit at home, dine on Five Guys and catch up on the DVR. I even got holiday party nails done with an accent color, which left Andy not only confused but disappointed. That's what I get for trying to be hip. My weekend has been filled with helping all the late shoppers at the store and getting ready for some Christmas family time. <br />
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I realize there are still a few weeks left of fall but there is too much to go over! We started off the fall at my Aunt's Halloween party. She did an amazing job transforming her house into the Adams Family house. We went as Mario, Luigi and Princess Peach. I am already planning our group outfits for next year. <br />
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Celebrating D's birthday ended up being a week long celebration, very similar to mine during my college days. With the election and lack of energy we had we opted not to throw him a big party like last year. We celebrated with Andy's family Sunday since his Papa's birthday is the day after his, we had our own mini party for him on his birthday and then celebrated with my side of the family the next week. I only had the one candle left over from his party last year, my BIL told me just light it twice!</div>
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Recently I bought a new vacuum on my lunch hour. I must admit it was one of the most exciting things I've done in a while. The salesman was part Uncle Leo, part Ed Grimley. His dad owned the store before him, been in business over 50 years, it just warmed my heart. He was so passionate about this Fuller Brush I bought it on the spot! I could not wait to get home to use it. Sweeping is one of D's favorite chores, he shared in my excitement by giving a, "Woo woo" when I brought it in the house. Andy's sister also added a new addition to her house our new niece, Landry Shae. We had a wonderful thanksgiving and have so much to be thankful for. Hope you had a great thanksgiving, now bring on Christmas!! </div>
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NosyRosiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11793474766070609288noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869085982778723904.post-73327995728405151712012-10-25T14:15:00.000-04:002012-10-25T14:15:19.294-04:00Look who's 2!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The deuce! I can't hardly believe that my little man is 2 today. With the election just a few weeks away I've had to take a moment to step back and realize I now have a 2 year old, will be married for 6 years to my soon to be 31 year old husband all before November 6. I've got a busy couple weeks before this election is over! In the fall being a campaign volunteer and an employee at William-Sonoma when the gravy and cider are flowing things can get <strike>crazy</strike> busy.<br />
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In between lit dropping (that's campaign talk for stuffing paper boxes with campaign literature - you're welcome county residents!) and heading to work at the store I squeezed in a trip to the park with D on what I am assuming might be one of our last nice fall days. We ran into his pediatrician. I had a master plan of not going back to the doctor until his 2 year appointment. His first year at the doctors went great. That one year appointment and all of those shots sent him over the edge. He cries when they call his name and then for the REST of the appointment. I even bought him a doctor kit to take with us, it did not help, except for his cuteness being in just a diaper wearing a fake stethoscope while screaming. After his 18 month I thought we can make it until his 2 year without a trip to the doctors erasing every horrible memory he every had! One good look at his doctor at the playground and the tears started to flow two weeks before his appointment. Almost 6 months and he still remembers! This is just one of the many eye opening moments I've had as a mama of a now toddler. Here are a few more interesting tidbits:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">2. He's a lot smarter than we think. He's always been fascinated with this family picture from his first opening day (this is a picture of him admiring it in January). The other day when he looked at it he started naming people: Papa,<br />
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5. A night out is super important! My sweet manager took me out for a drink after work the other night. I am sure I was talking nonstop since I didn't have to shout or be interrupted by the little guy. It was so refreshing it felt like someone hit my reset button. It was awesome! Andy and I are much looking forward to going out for our anniversary in a couple weeks. </div>
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6. Thursday night is now my cleaning night. The first week I tried it I was so excited that I didn't have to worry about cleaning my house all weekend I could hardly sleep! I highly suggest it. </div>
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NosyRosiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11793474766070609288noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869085982778723904.post-53656794285921086492012-09-22T16:14:00.000-04:002012-09-22T16:14:02.741-04:00Summer Recap<br />
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Working for an elected official = campaigning. D is not taking this campaign lightly. He's attending campaign meetings, parades, and lit drops. He (and his dada) have been troopers, workin' hard for his mama and the Judge. We may have a future politician on our hands.</div>
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NosyRosiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11793474766070609288noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869085982778723904.post-18162563032624428902012-09-02T16:04:00.000-04:002012-09-02T23:20:42.832-04:00A Sunday Kind of Love<br />
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I am loving Sundays lately! Two weeks ago we celebrated my SIL's birthday at <a href="http://www.gervasivineyard.com/">Gervasi's</a> in Canton. Beautiful, breathtaking, amazing, I don't know how else to describe it but by saying "<b><i>go right now</i></b>!" You will not be disappointed. It is great something like that is so close. We ate pizzas and paninis at The Piazza. After lunch we walked around trying to get a handle on what all this place has to offer. We were easily sold. Andy opted to golf instead so I already have a reason to <i>have to</i> go back.<br />
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Then last Sunday my Judge gave us tickets to the <a href="http://www.memphiskiddiepark.com/">Memphis Kiddie Park</a> in Brooklyn. He said he loved taking his children there and it is a must for a toddler. It was a tiny little amusement park for little ones! No admission fee, all rides D could ride by himself, mini golf and a train we could ride with him. It was perfect! D's smile in our pictures tell you it was a success. What an inexpensive way to wear your kid out and is fun for the whole family! The first ride he was slightly confused even with Andy and I cheering like crazy people didn't help every time he flew by us. We are already planning when we could come up next and to bring our friends and family. After we went to <a href="http://meltbarandgrilled.com/">Melt</a> to enjoy a grilled cheese, it was another Man vs Food stop. Today I am attempting to make Andy's great-grandmother's chocolate cake. I'll let you know how it goes...<br />
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<a href="http://www.hollowrock.org/">Hollow Rock</a>, it's a place in the boonies on the border of West Virginia that holds a very special place in my heart. I am proud to say at almost 30 years old and I still go to church camp. The oldest church camp in America to be exact. It's held the same time and filled with the same familiar faces year after year. My close knit group is mostly made up of kids whose parents attended camp as kids. My dad went with his cousins and my little great grandma and stayed in our family cottage. (Which by the way has a prime time location right next to the cafeteria.) I was sent down to stay with my great aunt and uncle, my dad's sister and a handful of cousins when I was 6. Discovering I had cousins all over from Georgia to Washington, if not for camp I would not know these out of state relatives even existed! It was amazing the relationships I was able to build only seeing these people 10 days out of the year. The Internet, Facebook and getting my license helped fill the void throughout the rest of the year. To put it in perspective just of how long I've been going, we use to send letters through the <i>mail</i>. My younger years involved bible study, waiting for nickel ice cream day and dodge ball, the teenage years were filled with activities with the youth group, and as an adult my few days consist of a lot of porch sitting and eating. Andy's first summer out of baseball I begged him to go and he complained most of the ride down. He couldn't wrap his head around that there was no AC or TV, we just sit around on a porch all day and go to church service. It's a good thing my Uncle Bill has a radio so we can at least keep up with the Indians. One <strike>slawdog</strike> day and he was hooked. It makes my heart so happy that he looks forward to going. This year we took D with us. Our friends had twins and we were thankful her parent's had baby proofed their porch. We were able to catch up carefree without the fear of D escaping off the porch. You may grow up but Hollow Rock never does. Bring on the next generation of Hollow Rockers! <br />
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