tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-142213612012-02-16T11:08:18.754-08:00A happily married twenty-plus-ten something. Sanity is currently displaced by incessantly chatty child and constantly moving baby.Maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12692119116129744325noreply@blogger.comBlogger2591100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14221361.post-22307599578406355352011-11-29T07:34:00.000-08:002011-11-29T07:34:51.121-08:00

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We had a few days this week where you could almost feel a chill in the air. I swore that I could smell fall announcing it's arrival. So I decorated! And then I remembered that we live in Southern CA and that fall isn't really a season here. We should be back up into the 90's by Wednesday. Perfect timing for Medium's big trip to the Pumpkin Patch. Blarg.Anyway, at least it looks like fall around

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I'm having a bad day. And although it's only a very small spec of my bad day, I'm pissed off at my deodorant. So let's talk about deodorants for chicks and why they suck:First of all, it stops working. I can't seem to get through one entire stick of deodorant without having it just stop working at the end. It's like my body just builds up an immunity to it and is all, oh you silly deodorant, I

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This week's theme at I Heart Faces is back to school. I took WAYYYY too many back to school pictures this year, but this one was my favorite. I love the light of it and the positioning of their feet. So excited to start a new school year!Don't forget to hop over to I Heart Faces and check out all the other beauties!

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So September is a totally acceptable time to start decorating for fall, right? I mean, I know I can't will Southern California to drop below 100, but I HAVE TO TRY! So last week I got out all of my fall decor and went to town. I put all my pumpkins out, fall colored sprays in Mason Jars, even made my own Burlap Bubble wreaths for the front door. BRING IT FALL! I will post mantle and wreath

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For my second assignment, we had to move on to shooting in Manual mode (thank GOD) and work on composition. We were to pick one subject and stick to it. I choose succulents because I have access to a ton and I knew they'd make great subjects with their colors and textures! Here are my top ten: What do you think? Oh, and I got a 100% on my first assignment :)

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My first photo assignment for my first ever photography class was kind of a pain in the ass. First of all, it had to be done completely using the camera's automatic camera setting. I have been shooting in Manual exclusively since I got the 7D and to say that it's automatic performance is lacking would be a huge understatement! Not being able to set my own ISO, aperture and shutter speed was like

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Like all other parents, we've been busy these past weeks. School has started. In our house, it's only Finley who has begun as Dash's preschool doesn't start till Sept. But oh the changes...You see, we are "afternoon" people. And this year we had no choice. Kindergarten starts at 8am, with the playground opening at 7:30 which means we have to be up at ohmywhere'sthesun o'clock. I can only imagine

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This week's challenge at I Heart Faces is eyes. I love my boys' eye's. I love their friends' eye's. I love taking ridiculously close-up pictures of eyes. This made for a tough choice... In the end I had to go with this one. I was trying to take a nice picture of Kell on the train. But Kell seems to think that the closer he gets to the camera, the better the picture will be. And for once, I

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I love to shop. I especially love antique stores that are packed to the gills with treasures and curiosities. I also have three smallish children. You can see where this would pose a problem. Yesterday we took the boys to a bunch of the neat stores over in Ventura and I had a fantastic idea: I made them each a checklist of things to find. This time I made it just five easy things - a doll,

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I was really hoping to find some way to keep the kids learning this summer without resorting to simple workbooks. And when I read about Alphabet Summer, I knew I had found it! The idea is that you choose a letter a day (or every few days in our case) and plan on some learning activities that complement the letter. I made my boys each a notebook with a basic plan for each day as well as some

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One of my favorite blogs is The Lettered Cottage. Layla's designs and remodels are amazing, but I usually read them and wonder if I should hire someone to do something like that around here. Then she published this tutorial. Not only did I love the idea of a piece of art like this, I had the perfect place for it AND I figured Brooks and I could make it happen! So here's what we did...(TLC has WAY

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This weeks theme on I Heart Faces is Boys. As I have so very many of them, I had my work cut out for me in choosing a picture! In the end, I went with this one. I just love how natural they all are and how they can't really go a straight minute without touching each other in some way. Although at times that is admittedly more a curse than a blessing! Here are my boys :)Don't forget to visit I

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This week's I Heart Faces challenge is "Motherhood". I have some beautiful photos that mean motherhood to me, from lovely posed photos of our family to joyful candids of our life together. But this is the photo that speaks motherhood to me the loudest. Minutes before my last son entered the world, concentrated on birthing him into my arms, that face is Motherhood to me...Don't forget to go check

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Now: In 10 Days:Ahhh:

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I like to keep up with top 40 music, it makes me feel less mom and more real person with a life. I like listening to things with a good beat and imagining I'm young and fun at some club with my better half. One of the songs in heavy rotation right now is "Tonight" by Enrique Iglesias.And I can already hear the teenagers snickering.One day last week the song came on the radio, only where it

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Some realities are starting to set in over here.We all sat down for dinner last night as a family. Sidenote: that almost NEVER happens unless we're in a restaurant. But I made homefried potatoes and Brooks made steaks and we made a bleu cheese and onion sauce and OH MY GAWD it was so so so good. As we sat there, I wondered if it might be the last time we do that in this house.Today I was sitting

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Usually these start with saying that I promise to be better about writing and updating. But really, I won't. Well, at least not for the next few weeks. We'll be WAY too busy at Chez Martin.The Good News: Our house has sold. Yay! A nice little family with one small boy will be moving into this house in March. And we will be moving out! Yay for moving! Which brings me to the bad news...The Bad News

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My Dearest Fin,How is it possible that you are turning FIVE today?!? Just yesterday you were this little bundle of toothless smiles...Going down the slide for the first time and learning to walk and talk...Playing with Mom, back when it was just you and me all the time!Growing up but still always smiling :)And meeting your new little brother for the first time.Forever my beach baby...And the best

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Homemade stockings hung by the chimney with care...Tree with new skirt made with the same fabrics as the stocking cuffs...My angel tree topper :)Stocking closeupsKell wanted to remove and rehang this bell. All. Day. Long.Some of my favorite ornaments...A camera my mother gave Brooks the year we got engaged, garland and nutcracker, Fin's first school-made ornament, antique candle ornaments, and a

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Dear Southern California Realtors,Please read the MLS notes before planning a showing at my home.You will see that they clearly note that you MUST speak with the homeowner before showing. They also stipulate that you allow two hours notice as I have three small children. Perhaps that "three small children" needs to be in bold so that you will realize that 9pm showings are NOT appropriate. Also,

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The weekly challenge at I Heart Faces is Pink Week for Breast Cancer Awareness. What speaks to breast cancer more than a little girl we can only hope will grow into a world with a cure. I just loved this photo so I put a pinkie wash on it.

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I'm a big believer in the Eleanor Roosevelt school of thought: No one can make you feel inferior without your consent. I'm sure there have been people who have treated me poorly but for certain there are none who have made my life hell. But I would like to thank this prompt for making me feel fortunate!

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There are two answers that come naturally to this question. The first is my husband. A long time ago someone told me to marry the man who wanted to join my life and not make my life. And I wasn't really sure what that meant until I met Brooks. He lets me be who and what I am and still loves me. He encourages the good in me and sticks around to laugh at the bad. He has without question made my

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This is sort of a dumb question. And makes me think that this whole 30 days deal was started by some bored high school kid who wanted note passing inspiration. But I've started, so I'll finish.I don't ever want to have to sit in a hospital at the side of a loved one. I'm not an idiot, I'm sure I'll lose plenty of people through my life. I just hope they all die very old and at home in their beds.

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When I first read this question, a big part of me wanted to respond that I've already done it! I wanted to be in a loving marriage, check. Own a home, check. Have children and stay home with them, check, check, check. Truly, all of the things that were super important to me, I've got.But those things beget other things too. Now I want to see my children grow up and become kind, successful, loving

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I'm a pretty forgiving person.Don't get me wrong, I NEVER forget. But I do forgive because I don't think you can move on without forgiving.I'd like to say that there's truly nothing I have held on to, but that would be a lie. There is also NO WAY that I could even begin to be cryptic enough to blog about that forgiveness. So I'll be honest and admit that I am holding a grudge right now. And the

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Another tough one. For me. And I'm faced with a decision here to either lie, or be honest and completely over-share. I'm going to try and be honest, but just a little cryptic. So sorry if this feels awfully vague.A long time ago, in the life of a girl far away (heh) I had a very good friend. A bestie. And this friend and I, we went through some crap together. A BIG crap, if you will. And so there

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Ok, well, this is tougher. Why do we have such a hard time praising ourselves for what we do well? Or being positive about who we are?Anyway, I think the thing that I appreciate most about myself is that I'm honest. Probably to a fault. I don't think anyone would ever call me nice, definitely not sweet, possibly funny or generous, but most definitely honest. I think it's not only something that

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This is tough.There are plenty of things about myself that bug me. But I think the one that bothers me the most is that I have a stupid fear of being alone or being left out. And when I say stupid, I mean ridiculous. Like I can't let Brooks leave the room without telling me exactly where he's going, why he's going there and when he'll be back. And if he is gone too long? I'll start to panic a

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Blogging is a great way for me to get out some of my thoughts and I love being able to go back and see what was going on in times past. But one of my most favorite things about the blogging community is the inspiration you can find! A whole slew of bloggers are doing a 30 day challenge - 30 days of truth. I might take more than 30 days, but I'm going to try it! Here is how the days fall out in

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If you have small children, you watch a good amount of Nick Jr. (for those without, it's all kids shows with no commercials). In between shows they sometimes have art activities or other fun stuff for the kids. The "parent" on today's segment was an African American man. The "participants" were an African American boy and a little white girl. As we were watching it, I wondered if Finley would

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My Dearest Dashel,I can't believe you are THREE!! Where did the time go?! I know that Kell is really the baby of the family but in many ways you fill that role better. Fin and Kell are chatty and the first to make their wants and needs known. They are the most independent. You are my sensitive child. You are the first to ask to snuggle with me every morning, to sit on my lap at any opportunity

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An online friend of mine recently authored an eye-opening blog post about what it's like to be a mom who works outside the home. I guess it was especially interesting to me since I live on the other side of that white picket fence. In case you didn't know, I'm a proud Stay at Home Mom or (SAHM). It's such a hot button issue, I can't believe I've never written about it before.In her post, she

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It's way too hot here in the Southland. WAY TOO HOT. My car said 118 yesterday. That's damn near 20 degrees over 100. I know, I'm a math whiz. But seriously, say it that way and it will drive home the point of how incredibly hot that is. I know, but it's a dry heat, right? Seriously, at 118 does it matter?! I kept the kids in undies most of the day and thought of just declaring it a nekked day,

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A few weeks ago I had the urge to get a fancy haircut. My head hadn't seen scissors in about five years, so I felt it was time. And with the house on the market and the possibility of a higher payment in a new home looming, I decided it was a good time to treat myself to a good one.That was my first mistake.So I went to a recommended salon and was able to get right in. Score! I told the chopping

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Otherwise known as, what's been keeping me busy AND more stressed out than ever:Our house is on the market.We found a larger home that we can all happily fit into just up the road a bit. But of course we have to sell this one before we buy that one. So this means keeping this house immaculate, staging (meaning half the stuff I need I can't find, half the kids toys are in the garage etc.) and of

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My Dearest Baby,I was just sitting in bed, breathing you in while we snuggled for a nap and I realized I hadn't written you a birthday note yet!We celebrated you with very little fanfare this year. Daddy's parents, Turbo and Gran, and Uncle Russ were in town for a visit and we snuck away to Coronado for a few days. We didn't do much, as vacationers are want to do, but on your birthday we took the

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Talk of moving has picked up around here and it reminded me how much I wanted to document this house so my children would always remember what their home was like when they were little. So I've covered my favorite things about the kitchen and the family room. But I think my most favorite room in the house is the nursery. I adore this room...I wanted a fun nursery that could work for a boy or a

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So BlogHer sends me a "where the hell are you" email when I don't post for two weeks. I'm exaggerating, it's actually a very nice reminder that I've gone AWOL along with an understanding note that all bloggers need a break. Indeed I do need a break. But not so much from the blogging.I love this family of mine, but weh have we been busy lately (and now I've given away that I did indulge in

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This week, my Photojojo newsletter sent me to this site: Face Your Pockets. The basic idea is that you take everything out of your pockets/purse, toss them on the scanner and then smash your face in and scan. How can you not want to try it yourself! Brooks and I had to play. We sent our entries in, but here they are :)Brooks':Mine:And of course we had to scan Kell's hiney since he was the only

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We have lived in our house 8 years this October. When we first moved in, the backyard was ok and we even did some planting. Then we adopted a dog. And she was NOT good for the yard. And then over the years, sprinklers failed, grass died and the yard just wasn't a priority. We have redone EVERY room in the house. Some rooms, like the nursery and the office, we have even redone twice. But the yard

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I've always hated running. HATED. LOATHED. I will even admit to feeling twinges of distaste for people who actually enjoyed running.When I was in grade school, we'd have to run the 1/2 mile monthly and then the dreaded mile run once a year as part of the fitness test. I never ran them. Either of them. On 1/2 mile days I'd just call it a leisurely walk and take my time. On the big day of the

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How do you say Happy Father's Day to the man who made you a mother?First night out - first spark of interest ;)I was immediately attracted to you, but never in my wildest dreams did I think I would find myself 10 (almost 11!)years later, mother of your three beautiful boys and still just as madly in love...One year anniversary of meeting - and celebrating both of our birthdaysYou are a kind

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Growing up, I was never what I'd consider a "Daddy's Girl."The Early DaysDon't get me wrong, my father and I mostly got along, aside from the usual "I'm a teenager and I know better than you" stuffs. He didn't appreciate many of my clothing decisions, nor some of my dating choices, but I don't remember us having any arguments that were outside of the norm. We just didn't seem to find a way

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This week's challenge for I Heart Faces is "All About Babies". How serendipitous! One of my bestest had a little boy a few weeks ago and I was finally able to get some pictures of him just yesterday. I was a little worried since he's already 4 weeks old - which in newborn photography is an old man :) But he was a preemie so he is also a wee little thing. And I learned that preemies are known for

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I cannot recall having a single friend with a nut allergy as a child. I don't remember knowing anyone who couldn't be near peanut butter. I had never heard the phrase "peanut dust." But recently a good friend's son was diagnosed with a serious nut allergy and I thought to myself, where the heck did all these nut allergies come from?!? I have zero medical training or scientific proof, but I have

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This weeks' I Heart Faces challenge is "Play". I had TONS of pics I could have used for this one, but I just had to go with this one. I guess you could call it "play gone wrong." I wonder who won...Don't forget to head over to I Heart Faces to see some of the other great entries!

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Our vacation is over.Sigh.Really, is there anything more depressing than coming home from vacation and knowing that you will have to wait a whole year to again achieve that level of relaxation? Ok, sure there are things that are bigger bummers. But still, it stinks. And while I think that late May/Early June is just the best time to be at the beach, it's ROUGH to know that summer hasn't even

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You were warned...Sorry to be such a lazy blogger. I know I'm sure to get a kick in the pants note from BlogHer any minute now. We've just been super busy around here with all the minutia of life. Here's a quick sampling, you know, in case you have NOTHING else to do.Fin and Dash just finished swim lessons. They do them boot-camp style out here - 30 mins a day, every day for two weeks. That's a

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This week's challenge at I Heart Faces is Young Me, Now Me. If you want a good laugh, head over to this site to view the inspiration. I really wanted to play, had the Young Me photo all picked out and everything. Then I lost momentum and got too wrapped up taking pictures of the boys. So I decided to cheat. Since there's no prize or judging this week, I'm playing anyway.The beauty of this entry

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Our family room is generally a disaster area. Our couch and chairs are college-era Ikea. There are several competing colors of wood. The builders plan for the room itself is a bit of a mystery. It's really too big to be all family room and yet if you shoved any type of dining room furniture it would look like you'd tried to cram two rooms into one. We have neighbors with the same floor plan who

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There's been talk of moving lately (don't worry, we're not going anywhere for at least another year). But it made me realize that if we did move, there are many things I'd actually miss about this house. Things that, for one reason or another, would be impossible/unreasonable to duplicate in our next home. So I decided I'd do a photo-doc of the things that I love in and about this house. I

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After a long absence, I took my boys to the mall this week to walk around and shop a little bit. Before I realized it I had been sale-suckered into buying a pair of super high Steve Madden heels (let's say it involved a few scratch-n-save cards and two very enthusiastic scratchers who were elated to discover a 40% off coupon). Upon returning home and posting news of my new additions on Facebook,

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I've really been wrestling with something lately that I've felt compelled to write about.As my friends and the salvation army already know, I've been cleaning house and getting rid of most of the baby stuff. Gone is the floor gym. The swing has been re homed. The baby books have gone onto more ready-to-be-fertile pastures. And by now I'm sure the majority of the baby clothes have found other

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I've been meaning to start a list like this for a while. Maybe by writing these things down, I'll actually get to do some of them! I'll keep you posted with any additions or hopefully, any achievements...1. Travel to Australia.2. Photograph a birth.3. Photograph a wedding.4. Learn to play the guitar.5. Be a foster parent.6. Be a "Room Mother". 7. Travel to Greece.8. Travel to Hawaii.9. Write a

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My Dearest Baby Kellan,I was diligent about writing notes to your biggest brother Finley and then somewhat regular at writing them to Dashel, but the three of you keep me so very busy that I haven't found a free second to write one to you!Part of that is because you are THE MOST high needs babe on the planet! You can't stand to be put down for more than a few seconds (you are, in fact, sitting on

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On Wednesdays Fin goes to Lunch Bunch at school. Despite the name, Lunch Bunch doesn't actually entail lunch. I guess the kids who stay over from the morning have lunch or a hearty snack, but Fin goes to get an extra hour of playtime with his AM buds before school starts for him in the afternoon. Because Fin is the slowest eater on the planet, we have a standing tradition of eating a quick lunch

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I had a few I really wanted to use for this week's challenge, but I kept coming back to this one I took of Dash this weekend...There was a Farmers Market open after Fin's football game and they had these stuffed-animal head hats that made us all laugh. So I had to buy some. And the kids wouldn't take them off. And I wouldn't stop taking pictures. I was stopped at a red light and I quickly,

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I bought this fabric for a project but had a nagging desire to use it as a backdrop - I knew I'd love the colors layered with some beachy vintage washes. But I didn't think my boys would appreciate the florals, so I had to borrow Briar :) I just wish I'd had time to iron the fabric - live & learn!And my favoite...P.S. Like my watermark? I'm SO not a pro, but it's still fun to play :)

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Look who arrived today...So glad they're here! I promise we'll name them later, but it was about to rain hard and we wanted to make sure they got "watered" so we put them out straight away :)

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This week's challenge was hands. And while I immediately knew that I wanted to play, I had a REALLY hard time picking a photo. I take so many photos of the boys and often I find myself wanting to document their hands as the grow. I had a great one over here of my big boys holding hands. But I really really love this one. Kell's hands were beginning to find eachother and I caught it. To me that's

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I've been watching the Olympics this week and one of my favorite things is hearing the back-stories of the athletes. I love hearing how they got to be there. But it also made me think...Have you ever been asked "if you could have one superpower, what would it be?" What about "If you had one question to ask God, what would it be?" I've never had a good answer for either of those. I just never felt

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It was Halloween of 2007. I was very large and pregnant with Dash and that made me more determined to make the holiday special for Finley. As such I also had that crazy pre-birth energy spurt to do just that. We made several trips to the pumpkin patch and took advantage of every fun activity it had to offer.Maybe if just stay on this hayride all day, I'll go into labor.We also decorated the

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Fin's parent teacher conference was this week. And to say that I was nervous would be an understatement. The main purpose of this meeting was to determine kindergarten readiness and we've already decided to hold Fin back so I really had no concerns there. (FYI for all my east-coast peeps, the CA school cut-off is Dec 2 and since Fin's birthday is Dec 1 it would make him literally the youngest in

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This week's challenge at I Heart Faces was texture use. I've never entered before, but I just happened to get this snap over the weekend and it's the first time I've used a texture in a loooong time. Kell was so snuggly while mama did the cleaning that he passed out. I had to look in the mirror to see why he was so quiet, then I had to grab my camera to capture it.

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I know you love your dog. I get it. And I know you may think of your dog as your child. But really? Your dog is NOT a child. And there are some places that your dog should not go. In fact, there are places I don't take my children. I don't take my baby to the movies. In fact, I don't take my kids to any movie that starts after 8pm or is wildly inappropriate. And I don't take my kids to nice

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Once upon a time I was a very good mother who wrote Finley notes every few months on what his life was like. Then Dash came along and I tried to do it a few times a year. Then Kell took up residence and, well, it's been a while. So, the harried mother is reduced to posting a whole year in review. I'd make keeping up a new years resolution, but that would be like swearing off In N Out. Not going

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A Merry Little Christmas. Or Happy Holidays if you prefer. We're headed East - catch you in 2010!(And wow, I can remember being in grade school and having a conversation - or maybe it was writing a paper - on where we'd be in 2010. I think I wrote "old". Sigh.)

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A few scenes from Christmas in CA...Ornament & decor storage. A gift from Uncle Bud the year we got married.Angels. Made with love from Uncle Bud :)This years photo ornament.This year's mini-tree. Being East, I was not sure I'd decorate at all, but then I decided that the kids needed some spirit so we opted for the small tree :)Mantle Angels....and on to Christmas in DC!

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I can remember getting our wedding photos back and finding one that was marked "photographers favorite" on the back. It was a simple shot of Brooks' parents looking at him and at the time I didn't at ALL get why it was a "favorite" picture. I mean, I guess I thought it captured a nice moment, but no one was looking at the camera, it was completely unposed and nothing I'd ever want to frame. And

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So I know, I'm totally sucking at blogging. But I HAVE THREE KIDS PEOPLES!!! On that note, if we're friends and you feel like I blow you off or never call you...for the love of all that is holy, please do not take it personally. I HAVE THREE KIDS! And they know that Mom is much less likely to scream or swat if she's on the phone. I swear it takes all of two seconds while I'm on the phone for them

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So I take a lot of pictures of my boys. A lot...Even I can admit that it sometimes borders on obsessive. But there's a reason. Well, three reasons I guess...First, they're adorable. I mean really, have you ever seen cuter boys? I may be just a tad biased on that one, I know. But clearly, they beg to have their pictures taken and shared with the world...Second, I enjoy it. I did have someone

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My parents are in town and this month feels like it's beating me already. But I did have a few things I wanted to share...Because I was in Target this week and they already had their Christmas stuff out. And that made me think of how much joy this clip brought me last year.And this because I'm working on finishing my Christmas shopping. Not that this was on my list.And this because my parents are

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I have this dream. And it involves diapers. Throwing them out, never buying them again, never changing them, never having to think about them...you get the idea. I'm reaaaallly tired of diapers. Dash? Dash is not tired of diapers. Not one bit. I actually think he enjoys having me at his beck and call when his pants need to be, um, "refreshed". I have tried every trick in the book, from candy to

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IMG_3917, originally uploaded by maggiefielding.And you can see what keeps me away...

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I am not my mother. Sounds so simple and obvious, but sometimes I need to say it. Out loud.I am not my mother.We're alike in many ways - we both have a pretty mean sense of humor and a low threshold of embarrassment, we're both good dancers, we can both be pretty stubborn, we've both been known to break into song for no reason...But there are also more than a few areas where we're different. And

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Dust is collecting. I get it. BlogHer even took all my pretty ads away.But let me say that having three small boys sometimes feels more like 9. They're just exponential like that. So here's what has been keeping us busy...1. Kell is nursing every two hours at least. Yes, around the clock. And he has a constant need to be held. Sometimes, he'll let me put him in the swing, but I never know if I

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So I now know that you officially cross the threshold of crazy when you hit three kids. I'm sure someone will say that it's because they're so close in age. And I'm sure my response to that person would be expletive heavy. So between Kell's arrival, the start of school and soccer, Dash entering the terrible 2's and Brooks starting a new job, it's been a little hectic around here.I have some

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It's been a rough start to fire season here in SoCal. For us that meant a LOT of time spent indoors this past week (which in my current state wasn't necessarily such a bad thing). Admittedly, I did very little venturing outside, so when I finally did get around to taking the trash out today, I was shocked to see the remnants of the far had spread this far away. By the Woob's calculation the

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When I was pregnant with Fin, I completed a long-overdue cleaning of our linen cabinet. In that process, I found a pillowcase my mom had embroidered for me with my initials and as I did, I realized that Fin would have the same initials as I did before I was married. I put it aside but kept that in mind. When it was time to go in for my induction, I grabbed my favorite pillow and put that case on

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Kellan Thomas08/20/09 10:34 am8lbs 4oz, 20.5 inches longOk, so remember what I told you about being honest and graphic - yeah you might want to stop right there unless you want to hear it all :)After my Dr. visit on Tuesday, I had some show and a few contractions, but by midday Wednesday I was starting to worry that it might come down to an induction. Wednesday afternoon I started to have more

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Woman to be pregnant forever. Or maybe it just feels that way.And here's my disclaimer...If you don't want to read graphic things about pregnancy/birth etc, you best click away. This is my spot and I'll overshare if I want to. Click on the kids blog and oogle their adorable faces instead.So I saw Dr. Tuso yesterday - I am 4 cms and he stripped my membranes. And still, no baby. Lots of bloody show

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Belly shot!39 Weeks and 1 Day...So I had another Dr. visit today and after discovering that the bad Dr. (aka "the Butcher") is on duty all weekend, I refused to take my pants off :) Aside from the fact that I'd sooner deliver at home then deal with that man, my mom arrives on Sunday and I don't think I'd ever be able to live down her missing another birth by a mere day or two. So this babe is now

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So yeah, I'm still here...Despite everyone's assurance that "you'll go sometime this week" I in fact, have not.F*&$At this point with Dash I was running around the pumpkin patch and laughing about how maybe my third turn on the hayride would get things started...This time? I can barely make it twice around the block without clutching my who-ha and cringing. So not good. I'll have an hour or two

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Saw Dr. Marter - who delivered Fin - this morning for my 38 week appt. Baby was measuring right on, great heart rate and my BP etc was great. He asked if I wanted him to check me and I agreed. Although I was totally bummed to hear that I was making no progress last week, this week I was fully effaced and 3 cms dialated. Whee! He told me he'd be on duty all weekend and "would love to deliver this

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So here we are at 37 weeks (well, today is 37 and one day). I had the obligatory Dr.'s appt this morning with the practices newest Dr. and he seemed nice. EXTREMELY young, but nice :) He asked me if we were planning on having more children after this one - which is only amazing because every other Dr. has just asked when I'm having my tubes tied. And usually only AFTER asking if this was an

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As anyone with children will tell you, there is NO WAY to predict what will become their security blankets! You know, those special loveys that they can't sleep without and of which you will need to stock up on at least one back-up for the inevitable occasion where they vomit on one, lose one, or you just find yourself so disgusted that you need to wash the dang thing. When Fin was a born, my

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Appropriately, I had my 36 week appointment today. From now on I go weekly - how the hell did that happen!? Everything looked good. Still no swelling for me, my BP and weight were all good, little guy is head snugly down and measuring right on schedule. I'm even feeling somewhat decent this week (knock on wood). I mean, I'm huge, sleeping is no easy feat and I long to just feel "normal" again,

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I was thinking this morning that it's now practical to measure the remainder of this pregnancy in days. In the unfortunate event that I actually make it to my due date, I'll have 28 days left. Why is it that four weeks sounds so long to me and 28 days seems totally reasonable? I'm feeling very torn between wanting it over and also not being ready yet. Sure I'm huge and miserable, but the closer

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With three boys, I had high hopes that I would be able to pass down large quantities of clothes. So I was somewhat shocked to realize that Fin (between school and camp) had in fact destroyed his first pair of sneakers. I had to photograph it for posterity, but I also have to add that the picture doesn't really do justice to the carnage. His toes were about to pop through and the insides are

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It's really hard to imagine that I could get any bigger, but it's totally possible that I could go a few more weeks!I was telling Brooks this morning that Fin and Dash were both born the night of the new moon (which also happened to be Thursdays). Well, July's new moon is Tuesday (the 21) which feels a little soon. August's new moon is the 20th...which also happens to be a Thursday (as well as

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Fin has the stomach flu. I knew it was going around, so I wasn't entirely caught off guard, but DAMN, I did NOT need this now! I'm in the home stretch, feeling miserable to begin with, and wondering what the odds are that I can be doused in barf and not become infected. Yeah, that's what I thought. So for right now I'm splitting my time between watching Fin to make sure he's not ready to blow

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