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Little Life Lesson #1 Graciously Accepting Gifts

I thought I'd start something new on this blog of mine. I've explained over and over the purpose of my blog or at least one purpose. However, there is a much bigger purpose than just to give friends and family near and far a sneak peek of our daily happenings. That purpose is to document for my children the love and wishes I have for them. I suppose a diary of sorts, but instead of disclosing my deep dark thoughts, I'd present my children with little life lessons. Things that help make the world go round. Things that are a bit too big for them to "get" now, but maybe years down the road, they can look back and know that I was truly trying to be a parent. So here it goes...Little Life Lesson #1--Graciously Accepting Gifts (Just in time for Christmas!!) When people give us gifts . . . in any way shape or size . . . we are to accept them with gratitude. Not always because we necessarily love what they're giving us, but because they thought enough of us to give u

sugar cookies galore...

We have sugar cookies coming out our noses around here. i was in the Christmas spirit on Saturday and realizing that we aren't getting to my parents' house until Christmas Eve, I got in a cookie making frenzy. I whipped out the Sugar Cookie recipe--I hate, hate, hate making them, but love, love, love to eat them--and doubled it not really thinking about how many cookies it would actually make. Low and behold, hours later...I was staring 13 dozen cookies in the face as they waited to be frosted. Agh! That is a lot of cookies. Anyway, I frosted some Sunday and finished the job last night. Claire wanted a cookie, so I gave her a Christmas tree covered with green frosting and red sugar. She loved it, of course, what kid wouldn't. An hour or so later, we gave her a bath only to discover her little body covered in red dotlike rash. We racked our brains trying to figure out what it could be, but came up empty. Last night it was more of the same. I sent some cookies to daycare for

Cooking up more Christmas

Mya hanging out. Claire talking on her "phone." Claire waiting patiently. Cooking. Okay, this is Claire saying "cheese," but it looks a bit "cheesy." Chris being patient. We were all done with our Christmas shopping for us and I even bought the kids' gifts from my parents. Pretty impressive. In fact, much of the shopping was done before last week, which is a first for me. I am typically a last minute shopper. Of course, I am not in charge of buying for my parents, which is really the reason why I not running to the mall as we speak--thank you Lisa! Anyway, my Mom called to tell me about an AWESOME find. She found a Step 2 kitchen complete with a light that works, a cash register that also works, bakery counter, stove, refridgerator, microwave, sink and food/dishes/cooking utensils for an incredible price. We couldn't refuse, so we made a quick trip last night to Worcester to pick it up. It was perfect. Chris worked steadily and put

a little taste of christmas

No one is really "getting" Christmas. We talk of the presents under the tree and what may be inside, but Claire doesn't really understand. that being said, we decided to have a little taste of christmas last night. It was fun. We carried on our tradition of decorating a gingerbread house (we started that last year when I brought one with us to Baltimore the weekend we met Chris before he was set to leave for Iraq. However, that night was drama filled as i was busy calling credit cards, banks and talking with the police to report my stolen wallet as Chris attempted to work on our house.). Claire enjoyed the festivities. She immediately understood what we were doing and began tasting everything. It was great. Our carpentry skills have plenty of room to grow as the roof slid off shortly after we were done. Oh well. Mya liked watching, but wanted in on the action. Soon after, we moved over to the tree. Mya began nibbling on the presents. She was taken with the bows

Claire

Claire is a well-spoken, funny little thing. I find humor in nearly everything she says. Here are some notable comments: --We had our first ground covering snowfall Saturday into Sunday. When she awoke on Sunday, she and I looked out her window. She was definitely taken with the white stuff. Claire ran to Chris who was still in bed saying, "Daddy, Daddy, thew is no evew weh. I don't beweive it!" --Claire is still constantly asking what or whom everything is. There was a random person walking on the street and I told her it was a man. I then proceeded to tell her that Daddy was a man. She told me "no" that Daddy was Daddy. Duh! She does seem to understand that I am a girl, but is again, very clearly in denial about herself, saying "I'm not a giwuh, I'm Claiw." --We walked into daycare on Friday. The first thing Claire says to Maureen--"Miss Mauween, I wike yow scissows." hint hint. She still does not have visitation to the scissors

answered prayers

today our prayers were answered. since mya was a few weeks old, she has had cafe au lait spots on her back and under her left arm. on their own, they are nothing, but they are one symptom of a disease called NF. this is a major disease--cysts form, learning disabilities, vision difficulties, etc. our pediatrician has never been very concerned as mya is doing well and there isn't anything that can be done at this point regardless if a diagnosis is made or not. she did recommend a referral to a pediatric dermatologist to get an initial check, so the monitoring process can begin. after a long six month wait, that appointment was today. dr. burnett was awesome. she was patient, answering each and every question, explaining Mya's birthmarks (which are considered 'segmented cafe au lait macule'), the connection to NF and one other potential disease (mccune albright syndrome). currently, mya shows no signs of either disease and is exhibiting normal growth and development.

truly a new englander

Claire enjoyed her first fluffernutter sandwich this morning. She was a bit hesitant to try the  New England delicacy, but succomed to it's goodness. It was a hit.