tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59069301870478468912012-02-16T04:03:34.292-05:00Unlikely to promote tooth decay!Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03243354134661425772noreply@blogger.comBlogger931100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906930187047846891.post-45204820450399290392011-06-07T11:46:00.001-04:002011-06-07T11:48:34.005-04:00

I know these posts have nothing to do with what is going on right now...hopefully some day soon I will catch up..but for now larkin is running around the house singing "Truckee truckee bo buckee banana fana fo ....." Over and over again. I need to stop laughing and figure out how to steer her in a different direction with that song.

Kikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01359099256899528576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906930187047846891.post-42313672702980094492011-01-02T20:42:00.002-05:002011-01-02T20:46:53.561-05:00

One fun year of blogging has left us ready to focus our energy on other tasks and it's time to say good-bye to No Sugar Coating. We'll still be around in our other various ventures.  We still have our personal blogs, so, if you are privy to that information, then Yay you!, and I'll always be continuing to work on photos over at my other little project (and my VERY first blog attempt from long,

Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03243354134661425772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906930187047846891.post-39139959633043113702010-12-22T20:41:00.000-05:002010-12-22T20:41:31.110-05:00

Ho Ho Ho Yay!! My long awaited Scrooge post!  You knew it was coming, didn't the five of you? Ahh, this year I felt my first REAL bitter taste of the commercialized nonsense of the Holidays.  Oh. Man.  With a three year old who is preoccupied with getting "things", as in, it's hard, I mean, really hard, to go to places like Target without a Level 6 meltdown over some plastic nonsense that

Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03243354134661425772noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906930187047846891.post-7084725302325379052010-12-03T17:09:00.001-05:002010-12-03T17:10:44.976-05:00

Yes, that is shocking, I know.  As a SAHM, I do feel this little bit of pressure to be this crafty domestic fantasy matriarch, adept with needle, thread and glue gun.  But alas, I fall wildly short of this persona.  BUT, sometimes, very rarely, I am inspired enough to actually make and do. So, tiny backstory.  I have a front door.  It has a nail in it that has been there for, ? 65 years?, and I

Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03243354134661425772noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906930187047846891.post-58261443759452875142010-11-28T20:26:00.000-05:002010-11-28T20:26:23.966-05:00

bring this? for me? Anyone who has known me for more than four seconds knows that I absolutely love Audrey Hepburn.  I'm sure my daughter, Miss Isla Audrey *ahem, would like it as well. It's only $700.  Pretty please?

Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03243354134661425772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906930187047846891.post-78890713758426452392010-11-14T21:43:00.000-05:002010-11-14T21:43:36.937-05:00

Read.  Yes, now. I'm pretty sure that all people need to read this incredible post.   

Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03243354134661425772noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906930187047846891.post-54040299138040778702010-10-29T15:11:00.000-04:002010-10-29T15:11:07.356-04:00

self-portrait "pre halloween candy gluttonfest" Have a great time everyone, and listen up; as someone married to a person who was actually poisoned by Halloween candy as a child, - really kids, only eat the brand name stuff, okay?  And look for little puncture holes, just to make sure.

Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03243354134661425772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906930187047846891.post-79586841615937069762010-10-18T20:43:00.000-04:002010-10-18T20:43:26.136-04:00

Yee Haw!!! It's that time of year again everyone, the once every two years ELECTION SEASON!!! Woot woot! What???? You say?  Wait, isn't it only 2010?  I've got another two years before I can slap some stickers on my car and proclaim myself patriotic!  Come on, I KID.  I KNOW you are all as excited as I am to flex your 15th Amendment (if you've got a penis) and your 19th Amendment (if you're

Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03243354134661425772noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906930187047846891.post-57475508491367429792010-10-13T20:45:00.002-04:002010-10-13T20:52:49.525-04:00

I'm going to share a secret with you guys: I've kind of always wanted to be a writer.  Like, for reals.  I even had a one time shining star moment in my single digit educational years when I pulled off some trophies and such for my "writing".  My creativity.  My unique je ne sais quoi - if you will.  Those days have clearly passed as my brain has been plundered by too much nonsense and filled

Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03243354134661425772noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906930187047846891.post-58268008479256782992010-10-07T07:45:00.000-04:002010-10-07T07:45:43.452-04:00

But I'm Here --------> I won't be back to blogging for a bit, so bear with me.  Here's a few lovely photos of some of the things we're up to right now... Later.

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In pictures. Isla says, "I want to put shoe here" (points to foot) Ronan offers his shoe putting on expertise Sake is bored by this entire process Eventually, the shoes are forgotten.

Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03243354134661425772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906930187047846891.post-75204619712596676992010-10-02T14:52:00.001-04:002010-10-03T12:15:24.527-04:00

I'm about to go upstairs, screw the dishes - and while my children, nap (sort of, see last post), I will catch up in the journals I began for them when I found out I was pregnant.  It's been a few months and yes, they have changed, so so so much.  I no longer care that I may be perceived by some as another cliche mommy with a camera, because that camera only became important to me when my

Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03243354134661425772noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906930187047846891.post-66683020126275013172010-10-02T14:44:00.000-04:002010-10-02T14:44:24.920-04:00

Envision this scenario....(use your imagination, 'kay?) It's naptime.  Children are tucked in their beds... I think!  I'm furiously cleaning and mopping and such, finally put that broom away and I hear... clomp clomp clomp... I dash up the stairs... open the three year old's bedroom door to find... sweet little Ronan is walking around with his toes jammed into his Build-A-Bear Darth Vader's

Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03243354134661425772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906930187047846891.post-13458999292288201482010-09-25T08:24:00.000-04:002010-09-25T08:24:04.563-04:00

It's going to be riotously amusing.  Maybe.  Or snarky.  Later today, stay tuned. Until then, check out this picture from the archives... One of my favorite pictures of Ronan as a baby.  He's about 3 months old.

Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03243354134661425772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906930187047846891.post-70180263105504631382010-09-20T20:28:00.000-04:002010-09-20T20:28:27.531-04:00

I live in Florida.  There is a LOT of water down here, to say the least.  Also, it's crazy hot.  So many many many people have pools.  We do not have a pool and this was a conscious choice and actually, kind of an effort.  I was surprised at how difficult it was to find a house, in a non-subdivision, with no pool.  Why wouldn't I want a pool?  Well, actually, I would LOVE love love a pool.  I

Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03243354134661425772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906930187047846891.post-30501884874609017742010-09-14T20:45:00.000-04:002010-09-14T20:45:40.551-04:00

Art by Naoto Hattori  Rampant alcoholism, chain smoking and humiliating your children in front of peers and other adults notwithstanding, because, of course, I can honestly say the most profound thing I might have ever heard regarding relationships with living things was spoken on Mad Men. Last Sunday's episode involved a scene where everybody's favorite dipsomaniac, Don Draper, has taken

Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03243354134661425772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906930187047846891.post-10572935550306519852010-09-09T14:47:00.000-04:002010-09-09T14:47:40.433-04:00

So, let's say you are pregs.  You're going to have a baby.  YOU are going to have a baby.  A baby who will become YOUR child that YOU are going to take care of, feed, clothe, respect, love, cherish, coo over, mistily gaze upon from time to time in story circle at the library because, "omigosh, I can't believe that is my precious peanut clapping and laughing with the other kids.  Mine.

Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03243354134661425772noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906930187047846891.post-9676411034828435962010-08-24T20:43:00.001-04:002010-08-24T20:52:31.625-04:00

This entry from Mommy Wants Vodka really resonated with me. Okay, sure, I realize I'm a nobody in blogland and trust me, I truly harbor no delusions of becoming "The Next Big Blogger".  Really, I write too poorly and too spastically and unedited and grammatically preposterous, and I sometimes* make up words (*often), to become noticed.  That's totally cool, yo'.    And so while I'll never be

Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03243354134661425772noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906930187047846891.post-8324193139323595892010-08-22T20:40:00.000-04:002010-08-22T20:40:33.565-04:00

I'm sure I had a world weary blog post set to go, complete with excessive witticism and wincing truths, but alas, I am just going to leave you with this. Not thinking about paying the plumber

Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03243354134661425772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906930187047846891.post-33477185487501186972010-08-16T21:21:00.001-04:002010-08-16T21:45:12.053-04:00

Again, babble.com offers yet another topic that I hadn't really given much thought to - baby sign language. Here's their article Basically, I like to read these articles so I can get to the comments.  Once you skim past the SEE XXX GIRLS NUDE and ZOLFT PRESCRIPTION 4U!!! spam comments, you get to the actual discussion between parents.  And I found it interesting that there were the "I taught

Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03243354134661425772noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906930187047846891.post-68887478309823105372010-08-11T11:13:00.000-04:002010-08-11T11:13:18.247-04:00

I, like I am sure many of you, am constantly struggling with this.  Check out this blog entry from a great blog I check.  What do you guys think? ControverSunday (Tuesday): Licensed Merchandise I'd love to hear some opinions on this! I know, for me, I've gone from "NO PLASTIC EVER!" to much more than I care to admit in the last three years.  My kids have a barrage of toys and other

Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03243354134661425772noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906930187047846891.post-9706410642500313492010-08-10T13:49:00.000-04:002010-08-10T13:49:34.624-04:00

I was trying to get the breakfast dishes cleaned up, oy, so many of them, and really, it was just a few scrambled eggs and toast so how come there are 8 bajillion dishes anyway?  As much as the stupid dishes needed me this morning, someone else needed me too.  More.  Augh, I just wanted to finish cleaning them up and get them out of the way, compartmentalize and then move onto the next thing of

Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03243354134661425772noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906930187047846891.post-75592643713950858842010-08-07T20:25:00.001-04:002010-08-10T14:11:36.254-04:00

I swear to you, at dinner tonight, and we're not talking eating at the ritz here, people - laminated booths and wildly printed backboards do not, for fine dining, make - an older woman actually yelled, "STOP IT" at my kid (or in our general direction) during a minor little meltdown he was having.  Seriously, I was like, "Did she just yell that...at us?" Oh, I'm sorry "Miss My children NEVER

Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03243354134661425772noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906930187047846891.post-5814141289811645142010-08-06T16:30:00.002-04:002010-08-06T16:30:47.894-04:00

My go-to for regular natural parenting tips/advice/commiseration and help. all things mothering check it!

Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03243354134661425772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906930187047846891.post-5063865197598334932010-08-03T21:54:00.002-04:002010-08-03T22:00:55.011-04:00

I love this article Read. You will too.

Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03243354134661425772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906930187047846891.post-16604180049127452912010-07-30T08:38:00.000-04:002010-07-30T08:38:54.802-04:00

Well, not really.  But I think that's the way he's heading.  Seriously, he won't eat.  He only wants drinkable yogurt, chocolate milk, vanilla almond milk or water.  He'll occasionally eat fruit.  Yesterday we went to pick up our coop vegetable/fruit basket and you'd think I had this organic farmer on my hands. "Oh boy, Mommy!  Look at all the delicious vegetables!  Mmmm, my favorite!  Carrots!

Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03243354134661425772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906930187047846891.post-55683470298660909122010-07-29T14:52:00.001-04:002010-08-06T14:34:12.834-04:00

I recently read an essay by Patrick Hooper that you can read HERE regarding a young man's opinion about his own circumcision, which, like most babies who are circumcised, happened when he was an infant. Now, it's no secret that I am not supportive of routine infant circumcision.  But there was a time, not long ago, when I assumed it was what you were supposed to do and if I ever had a son, he

Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03243354134661425772noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906930187047846891.post-13504388133757731522010-07-29T13:52:00.000-04:002010-07-29T13:52:29.146-04:00

You may remember I recently spoke of the drudgery and frustration, exhaustion and "WHY ME?!" of my recent foray into ...POTTY TRAINING!!!  Well, it's been two months now, actually 2.5 months, since our journey began (Our meaning my son and I) and I am finally feeling confident enough to suggest, maybe simply whisper it out there to the ether that Ronan has, in fact, got it.  He's done folks.  And

Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03243354134661425772noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906930187047846891.post-81815856913361467942010-07-20T21:02:00.000-04:002010-07-20T21:02:14.932-04:00

I realize I've been soapboxing for a bit, so I wanted to take it down a notch and share something lovely. Now reading  The Prophet by Khalil Gibran.  How, oh how, has this beautiful book not been on my "readar" until now?  The words feel familiar to me, yet, I have no record of ever owning a copy of this book.  Simply a MUST read.  The stunning illustrations of this particular copy are perfect

Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03243354134661425772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906930187047846891.post-70395837360524906912010-07-20T14:22:00.000-04:002010-07-20T14:22:56.709-04:00

Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world. Indeed, it is the only thing that ever has. Margaret Mead US anthropologist & popularizer of anthropology (1901 - 1978) I was going to write about teething today, as Miss Isla is sprouting molars right and left and has decided she can't get enough nursing to ease the discomfort..., but I decided to be pissed

Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03243354134661425772noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906930187047846891.post-24611427485210180472010-07-14T22:40:00.001-04:002010-07-14T22:41:30.977-04:00

What is it about kids and their CRAP?! I feel like I throw away broken toys, old crayons, pieces of paper, broken hair ties, parts of games, gross unidentifiable objects, cheap McDonald's toys, etc etc etc all the flippin' time yet it is still EVERYWHERE! I'm not that sentimental with "stuff." I have stuff, I get enjoyment out of it and I don't feel bad about letting it go. I'll keep extra

Kikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01359099256899528576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906930187047846891.post-46526665171109517262010-07-11T16:38:00.000-04:002010-07-11T16:38:58.338-04:00

I'm not sure what my obsession with Babble.com is, lately, but I am finding much of the articles written by parents to be quite thought provoking, and, in my opinion, worth sharing with my legion of fans.  *cough.  Kidding.  (thanks for reading, mom.  Mom?  Hello?). Anyway, THIS article talks about the recent New York Magazine story discussing, basically, how parenting makes us miserable.  Or,

Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03243354134661425772noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906930187047846891.post-41776219721448964272010-07-09T15:13:00.001-04:002010-07-09T15:18:18.626-04:00

I found this article at Stroller Derby and it struck a chord.  Read, then come back here. Why it's good to scream at your kids Maybe you found that title interesting as well?  Probably. Now, here's my parenting philosophy.  Ahem.  I don't actually have one.  HA!  Perhaps you thought I was going to share some earth shattering parental amazingness.  Not so much. So, I have (and probably a

Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03243354134661425772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906930187047846891.post-47286717769668989042010-07-07T13:59:00.001-04:002010-07-07T14:10:33.255-04:00

Moving kind of sucks.  Don't "they" say that it is one of the three most disrupting, or hardest, or whatever things to deal with?  I mean, I can think of more than two things that strike me as more traumatic than moving, but needless to say, total upheaval and disruption is, well, disrupting (for lack of a better word).  For one, it does take a somewhat unexpected toll on your body.  Not only are

Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03243354134661425772noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906930187047846891.post-65619467144475255422010-07-05T20:52:00.000-04:002010-07-05T20:52:10.932-04:00

Dearest Blog, I realize I have been severely lacking in any good posts lately.  Where is my camera cord?  Where is my bed, for that matter?  Oh, on a truck somewhere in the United States (one hopes). Anyway, I've started to pour my pre-mixed margaritas now.  My typing is no so good... I'll hopefully be coming up with some fabulously poignant, or hilariously brilliant, or poignantly hilarious

Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03243354134661425772noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906930187047846891.post-83693146126912047932010-07-02T21:17:00.000-04:002010-07-02T21:17:08.993-04:00

That's all I'm sayin' right now.  Pictures soon. Oh, and seriously, old houses were not built with baby gates in mind.  Oy.

Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03243354134661425772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906930187047846891.post-22913686556109668102010-06-25T23:50:00.000-04:002010-06-25T23:50:12.740-04:00

This afternoon, I took my darling little boy to see a movie.  Just me and he.  Toy Story 3.  (of course).  It was SUPER fun to have a little bonding with him and I think he appreciated the extra, special mommy-is-all-Ronan's, undiluted attention.  I do wish I had the time to spend more one on one time with both of my babies.  (cue the guilt). Well, humorously, (of course, this is me, after all)

Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03243354134661425772noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906930187047846891.post-36579062554617190932010-06-18T16:40:00.002-04:002010-06-18T16:45:26.507-04:00

WARNING... PENIS TALK AHEADDoober=PenisThat's the way it has always been in my family. That's what I've passed down to my own family.Thing 1 comes home from school a little while ago and declares,"MOM! No one else calls this a DOOBER!"Me: Well, you know it's also called a Penis right.Thing 1: YES (rolling his eyes at me). But everyone else calls it a WIENER (weener?)I just had to laugh at

Kikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01359099256899528576noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906930187047846891.post-79466226796787832842010-06-18T16:02:00.000-04:002010-06-18T16:02:08.203-04:00

Well, not for David, he won't be wearing them.  He's even older than me and has been using the potty on his own for at least 30 years.  My brother, David, and his wife Dawn, are expecting their first child NEXT MONTH!  Holy wow, that was a quick gestation!  Well, big brother has asked me, little sister and mother of two (both of whom have worn and still wear diapers) my advice, suggestions,

Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03243354134661425772noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906930187047846891.post-90070453277043996692010-06-17T21:35:00.000-04:002010-06-17T21:35:09.021-04:00

It started happening again.  I thought I was too old for this crazy hormone skin craptastrophe (my word).  But apparently not.  As a *ahem* thirtysomething woman, mother of two, with a major cross country move in, oh, four days, my skin began to freak out.  In fact, I think it was direct 'brain-to-skin' communication: my brain - crazy, frazzled, stressed, blah... my skin - crazy, frazzled,

Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03243354134661425772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906930187047846891.post-45218315956102273462010-06-16T15:31:00.000-04:002010-06-16T15:31:23.945-04:00

Breasts and bottles.  Cribs and Co-sleepers.  Rice cereal early, or baby led weaning.  Spanking or gentle discipline.  Natural consequences or punishment.  Epidural or natural.  Cloth or 'sposies? Seriously people, it's no wonder mom's have such a tough time making friends.  Not only are we hauling around all our other weirdo baggage (political views, religious convictions or lack thereof,

Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03243354134661425772noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906930187047846891.post-45183498126930836662010-06-14T22:02:00.000-04:002010-06-14T22:02:12.907-04:00

Right now, there is a lot of activity in our home.  With packing, and planning and changing utilities and making sure bills get paid and oh, trying so hard not to forget to do something really important (although I am likely to forget something...) and just making sure I do not stress out the two little ones in the house (as well as the little pooch) - basically this is a long winded way of

Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03243354134661425772noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906930187047846891.post-9829159427440292812010-06-08T13:56:00.002-04:002010-06-08T13:59:51.254-04:00

Right?  Okay, people have been asking me how the ole' potty learning is going with my son, Ronan, almost three.  Wellll... we have our good days, and our bad days.  Oh, he's learned all right, how to do it.  When he wants to, he's gold star, one hundred percent, has no problems doing his business in the proper business receptacles.  Public places, at home, big potty, little kiddie potty, whatever

Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03243354134661425772noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906930187047846891.post-79867664779120541052010-06-08T09:46:00.003-04:002010-06-08T12:23:29.877-04:00

This weekend, Thing 3 got sick. By sick I mean a huge bloody nose that lasted pretty much all day Saturday, then another that lasted all day Sunday. Sunday afternoon she threw up all over me after she had eaten chocolate ice cream (so at least it smelled a little better than the last time of eggs mixed with peppermint). While I was at a movie, she threw up again on G (and our bed of course).

Kikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01359099256899528576noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906930187047846891.post-2258485573619528592010-06-07T17:15:00.000-04:002010-06-07T17:15:39.014-04:00

Clearly we are miserable See, this TLC public person who spews his wisdom, this Rabbi Shmuley Boteach, seems to think so.  In his effervescent article HERE, the Rabbi proclaims all sorts of gems about marriage, a woman's body and what it should be used for and by whom. Gist: - breasts are a "scintillating piece of flesh" to be used to arouse husband. -likens breastfeeding for 11 months!! to

Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03243354134661425772noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906930187047846891.post-17357147200932547092010-06-05T14:38:00.001-04:002010-06-05T14:38:12.262-04:00

boardwalk, originally uploaded by catters.Two more weeks up North. It sure has been grand. It seems like yesterday I was driving up here to call Wisconsin our home for a whole, long year. And now, back to the beach we're heading. Apprehension, excitement, fear of the unknown mixed equally with the thrill of it and a dash of sadness. The ocean is calling us home, but part of our hearts will

Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03243354134661425772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906930187047846891.post-37858763894330952842010-06-05T14:32:00.001-04:002010-06-05T14:32:46.287-04:00

This is a test post from , a fancy photo sharing thing.

Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03243354134661425772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906930187047846891.post-85296779414552872332010-06-03T13:50:00.000-04:002010-06-03T13:50:57.225-04:00

Ready... To Infinity and Beyond! he yells Is there really more to life than the joy in a puddle? There might be.  But don't tell this boy yet.

Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03243354134661425772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906930187047846891.post-90016001637252801002010-06-01T15:13:00.002-04:002010-06-01T15:17:43.126-04:00

I think I'm going to have to make a series called "The Birds and the Bees"For some reason, my kids are fixated on baby making (or not baby making) right now.We've had a couple of slightly awkward yet hilarious conversations. I think I need to find a book to determine age appropriate answers to these questions. I hate that G's isn't around for these conversations and I'm stuck trying to scramble

Kikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01359099256899528576noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906930187047846891.post-31240105193622386672010-05-27T10:20:00.000-04:002010-05-27T10:20:44.062-04:00

Peonies  Knitting I had intended with high hopes to have this finished by Miss I's birthday last week, but as crazy as things have been preparing for our upcoming move to Florida, and the fact that knitting in a tiny hotel room is next to impossible with two small children, especially since we basically had to keep it dark if we were trying to get them to sleep, and augh, I get a migraine

Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03243354134661425772noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906930187047846891.post-47533652898130829492010-05-26T22:24:00.000-04:002010-05-26T22:24:06.199-04:00

I had a lot of sweet titles for this blog post today.  "Diaper Doodie"  "When Sh*t Doesn't Happen" and my favorite, "Just sit on that darn seat and take a crap, kid, seriously, we all do it, and so can you!".  But, I decided to keep it classy, because, you know, I'm all about that. Anyway, we're deep in the trenches of getting our 2.75 year old son comfortable with using the toilet.  Or potty,

Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03243354134661425772noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906930187047846891.post-66889511084426383162010-05-25T15:10:00.000-04:002010-05-25T15:10:16.881-04:00

I have a skinny baby.  Look at that tiny child.  This is Miss I at 11 months old.  Working on her Paleontology skills.  She just went in for her 12 month "well baby visit" and everything looked great except.. dun dun dun!  Her weight.  My child is just too skinny.  Too skinny for who?  Too skinny for the freaked out nurses who asked me a bunch of questions regarding how much I feed her after they

Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03243354134661425772noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906930187047846891.post-23774122585537545532010-05-19T22:08:00.000-04:002010-05-19T22:08:10.338-04:00

And here you are already walking fearlessly towards an ocean you only heard from from within my tummy.  I'm pretty sure we never went to the beach in the fourteen days after you were born before we moved up North.  Perhaps if I had had you normally, I'd have been up for it.  But alas, I'm sure I'll be guilting you for that for the rest of my life and you'll be like, "oh please mom, get over it

Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03243354134661425772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906930187047846891.post-84586306329931138602010-05-17T22:12:00.000-04:002010-05-17T22:12:16.243-04:00

   There I am nursing Miss I, in what is, God-willing, our new bedroom come Wednesday. (None of the furniture is ours) We're only a little bit nuts right now with insanity of trying to keep everything together these last few weeks before our impending move.  Currently we're in Florida, finishing up home details, B's got work obligations, and the "getting to know you!" thrill of scoping out your

Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03243354134661425772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906930187047846891.post-66230082316249550352010-05-13T15:28:00.000-04:002010-05-13T15:28:44.036-04:00

...The insurance bill for lots o' cash money was sent to you in error and the lady on the phone says, "just disregard that hon' ".  Sweet.  Almost totally makes up for the "WHAT THE HELL IS THIS!?!?!?!?!?  IT'S BEEN ALMOST TWO YEARS SINCE I SAW THAT DOCTOR?!"- freak out I had when I first opened it. ...You have a sudden burst of energy to clean and it doesn't make you want to throw yourself down

Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03243354134661425772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906930187047846891.post-49300760838057866142010-05-11T17:26:00.000-04:002010-05-11T17:26:47.699-04:00

Insta baby fun.  ValPak coupon envelope.  You know you  never use that crap y'all.  Mexican restaurants you've never heard of.  Lawn service 20 miles away.  Tire repair, aluminum siding, etc. etc.  It's definitely worth a LOT more as a baby toy.  Trust me on this.

Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03243354134661425772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906930187047846891.post-85650474177878240722010-05-09T12:59:00.000-04:002010-05-09T12:59:54.694-04:00

Thank you.  

Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03243354134661425772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906930187047846891.post-14237270500311081032010-05-07T16:40:00.000-04:002010-05-07T16:40:17.597-04:00

What is the SAHD (Stay at home Dad)?  This elusive creature has a habitat similar to the SAHM (Stay at Home Mom), ranging across the world, primarily in locales where women tend to take on professional and more lucrative positions in the work force, allowing for one partner to remain with the cubs back at the cave.  This is often seen in smaller cities with lower costs of living and higher per

Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03243354134661425772noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906930187047846891.post-11418224653993737842010-05-04T21:31:00.005-04:002010-05-05T08:57:11.774-04:00

I cannot believe I am actually going to be using a FOX news story (in a positive and balanced way!) to bring this topic up. But here goes. If you watched this clip, which is rather good, regarding infant deaths in Milwaukee that have been attributed to bed sharing, you'll see that they give one commonality between ALL of the infant deaths. Alcohol? Couch sleeping? When I watched it, I

Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03243354134661425772noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906930187047846891.post-1547271004372803472010-05-03T08:41:00.000-04:002010-05-03T08:41:44.311-04:00

Due to lots of reasons, namely life, we've been slacking on the blog posts.  Will try to remedy... now.  I've been bouncing lots of what could be really fun and or interesting post ideas around my head for days now, but it's been hard to get started and get them out there.  As well, the world events of the last few weeks, including the massive tragedy of the Gulf Coast Oil Spill , have been

Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03243354134661425772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906930187047846891.post-981344516956834022010-04-28T16:50:00.000-04:002010-04-28T16:50:43.426-04:00

So, now the hipstamatic contest is even EASIER to vote in!  If you have facebook (and who doesn't these days, right?) all you have to do is click "like" on the pic.  Here's the link.  Much love. Clickey Clickey

Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03243354134661425772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906930187047846891.post-29102767302924112302010-04-27T20:18:00.005-04:002010-04-27T20:47:25.928-04:00

This is Thing 3 BEFORE the incident. Look at all that beautiful hair. The bangs were just trimmed yesterday.... Looking cute! This is the HAIR I found on the floor when I came into the room from the kitchen after hearing the words "oooo.... look at my hair!!" Apparently she was inspired after getting her haircut yesterday. I'm trying to get a picture of the full extent of the damage here... It

Kikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01359099256899528576noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906930187047846891.post-77164883609681920702010-04-26T22:45:00.001-04:002010-04-27T21:37:04.914-04:00

Is anyone else having issues with posting comments?  If you are, would you mind sending me an email?  I've had a few friends tell me they've tried to leave comments and it hasn't been working, and as you know, we LIVE for comments.  Comments make the blog go round, and we are extra inspired to keep blogging when we know that people are actually reading... So, let me know. Catherine Okay, after

Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03243354134661425772noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906930187047846891.post-78367181767119587482010-04-26T22:41:00.000-04:002010-04-26T22:41:49.475-04:00

I entered this photo of my lovely in the Hipstamatic "Sunshine and Moonbeams" contest.  I only have five days to gather as many votes for it as possible.  Sooo, if you yourself do not have a hipstamatic photo in this contest, please vote for my sweet Isla's picture!  To vote for this picture you need to either tweet  http://hpstm.tc/5sw and #hipstamatic in one tweet on Twitter.  OR, go to http://

Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03243354134661425772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906930187047846891.post-87246763106186671682010-04-24T21:31:00.000-04:002010-04-24T21:31:51.704-04:00

Rain.  Husband working.  Rain.  Overly rambunctious kiddos systematically taking apart the house and any organizational structure I might have had.  Obnoxious fumes from the bathroom cleaner ('cuz it's bathroom cleaning day) and more rain, so no playground.  Ugh.  You know what that means.  A trip to Barnes & Noble so the older one can play with the train table and the youngster can get a haircut

Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03243354134661425772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906930187047846891.post-82819388059400668502010-04-23T19:56:00.003-04:002010-04-23T20:52:14.630-04:00

Some days when I've got my mommy groove on our afternoons and evenings run really smoothly and at 7:00 when all the kids are sleeping in their beds I pat myself on the back and think that having four kids is nothing but a complete joy and really not all that hard. Today was NOT one of those days. It started off when I got home and realized Grace (our 11 year old weimaraner) found old McDonald's (

Kikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01359099256899528576noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906930187047846891.post-81850723532986715612010-04-23T15:21:00.000-04:002010-04-23T15:21:27.445-04:00

I never really paid too much attention to food.  I mean, I like food, always have, but you know, growing up, I just ate when I was hungry, and pretty much ate whatever.  I wasn't too picky.  I liked fruit, I liked veggies, I liked dairy, meats (well, most, not cute meat, baby animal meat, lamb and organs), and I love Coca Cola and Filet o' Fish and Cheetos, to name a few.  Some of those things

Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03243354134661425772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906930187047846891.post-10538988170601193802010-04-23T12:39:00.001-04:002010-04-23T14:07:45.246-04:00

Shot with my iPhone using Hipstamatic.  

Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03243354134661425772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906930187047846891.post-76017951011861870192010-04-21T22:31:00.001-04:002010-04-21T22:32:57.856-04:00

"Look Mommy!  Pirate Bones!"  - Ronan 2.5 years old.   Seriously, how cute is that?

Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03243354134661425772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906930187047846891.post-82005345030449028502010-04-21T16:12:00.001-04:002010-04-23T14:14:44.284-04:00

The event I am about to describe happened over a week ago, but it has been weird to process, and so bizarre that my husband and I have barely even discussed it with each other.  It is significant, likely unforgettable and yet, was such a quick, maybe 1 minute and 30 seconds of our lives, that it seems almost like it didn't happen. So - the other weekend, on Sunday, my husband, the two children

Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03243354134661425772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906930187047846891.post-69062419487273656942010-04-20T15:27:00.000-04:002010-04-20T15:27:25.761-04:00

(Disclaimer:  No one is paying me for saying any of this, alas.) Ah, two children under two.  That was me just about.... 12 months ago.  Baby number two made her debut, and baby number one was not quite two yet.  And still needed (and still needs!) a stroller. Deciding on which gigantic chariot was for us, was quite the decision.  Like, I made spreadsheets comparing the pros the cons, the

Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03243354134661425772noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906930187047846891.post-74928270337322116632010-04-19T15:03:00.000-04:002010-04-19T15:03:39.344-04:00

Where do YOU find time for yourself?  WHEN do you find the time?  If you work outside the home, or in it, there just always seems to be SO much to do that eeking out a slice of the 24hour pie is next to impossible.  For example.  I am contemplating yoga tonight, but at 7:30!  I am practically dead on my feet at that time, but really, if I want to have dinner ready for my family and help get the

Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03243354134661425772noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906930187047846891.post-68271332406563819052010-04-17T21:48:00.002-04:002010-04-23T20:53:37.751-04:00

I had this flash of myself this morning and it was SCARY. G is out of town this week... so it was just me. I dressed Thing 1 in his soccer uniform, piled all four kids into my Honda Odyssey minivan with organic snacks and drinks in a cooler for the whole team, got a curb-side pick-up vanilla latte, and drove 2 miles to the soccer field where I cheered on my 6 year old son while he ran around a

Kikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01359099256899528576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906930187047846891.post-32854778761580364452010-04-16T16:02:00.001-04:002010-04-23T20:55:49.711-04:00

Being the mom of four, I have an opinion on practically everything from sippy cups and slings, to products and diapers. Here are a few of my favorite things (note... I am not being paid for any of my opinions here... this is all me!):1. Slings: The moby wrap and ergo baby carrier. I honestly don't think I would have survived kid 3 without the moby. Thing 3 had reflux and literally would scream if

Kikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01359099256899528576noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906930187047846891.post-65635303188831263612010-04-16T09:00:00.000-04:002010-04-16T10:00:55.335-04:00

Does anyone else think that childhood today is a teeny bit, oh, more apesh*t than it was ten-fifteen (30?) years ago? There are so many technological distractions out there these days that I cannot even IMAGINE what my children will be facing in ten years! Right now, my kids are pretty much interested in what kids have been interested in for, oh, the past history of humankind. Toys. Fun.

Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03243354134661425772noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906930187047846891.post-74558099345355456862010-04-14T21:55:00.001-04:002010-04-14T22:23:47.756-04:00

I'm pretty sure he doesn't have too many worries. I hope it is a long time before they begin to settle on his wee shoulders. I am an anxiety freak. I worry worry worry about so many things that I cannot control. I know it does no one any good. Especially not me, and definitely not my kids. But I do know that just admitting things and writing them down is a good way to face your fears and get

Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03243354134661425772noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906930187047846891.post-1432326075861154062010-04-13T16:28:00.001-04:002010-04-23T21:06:12.635-04:00

I've always been a very hands on mom. We get babysitters every now and then to go out to dinner, but for the most part I have a hard time asking for help and pretty much just do it all myself. It typically doesn't even enter my mind to seek help when things get chaotic. I am just the type of person to plow through it and hopefully make it to the other side safely with a little bit of my sanity

Kikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01359099256899528576noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906930187047846891.post-59498563920170328082010-04-09T09:26:00.001-04:002010-04-26T17:27:22.613-04:00

With all the talk about breastfeeding happening on the blogs/facebook/net lately, it's hard to click a link without running into a nice friendly debate. Not that I think there's much to debate. My most favorite (because it's alarming as hell) reason NOT to breastfeed that I've read so far? Because it's icky. Which I found here. Read the delightful comments. And, once one courageous mom

Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03243354134661425772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906930187047846891.post-59621210904897874752010-04-07T17:20:00.000-04:002010-04-08T09:37:33.660-04:00

I love you? Dear Gina of "The Feminist Breeder". You rock my ever-lovin world with this post. I am glad that you server crashed because your rockin' amazing post caused such a rush to your site for women to read your WORDS OF TRUTH and zero apologies. LOVE IT. So I am linking your post to my blog. Here. Friends, READ THIS!The Feminist Breeder: When it comes to Breastfeeding, we can't

Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03243354134661425772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906930187047846891.post-71136870010162560442010-04-06T13:08:00.001-04:002010-04-06T13:08:50.764-04:00

"For far too many women, pregnancy and birth is something that happens to them rather than something they set out consciously and joyfully to do themselves." ~~Sheila Kitzinger

Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03243354134661425772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906930187047846891.post-47453537172109613982010-04-04T23:55:00.000-04:002010-04-07T17:27:14.384-04:00

My most favorite time of year, in any clime. So full of newness and the promise of SUMMER! And cookouts and the beach and warm nights and bare feet and sweet flowers and outdoor festivals. I LOVE it!

Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03243354134661425772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906930187047846891.post-20785500158725980602010-04-01T15:09:00.000-04:002010-04-06T13:05:08.479-04:00

image by Birgit Amadori cesarean-art.comSo many women in my life are either expecting, have just had, are planning, or have sadly lost a baby recently. As someone who is open to the possibility of trying for a third child, and therefore frequently thinking about pregnancy, babies and adding to our family, the issue of birth often comes into my head. Mind you, my own sweet baby is only ten

Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03243354134661425772noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906930187047846891.post-51383207298809484562010-03-16T14:56:00.000-04:002010-03-16T15:03:54.141-04:00

This was my exact expression. (at least on the inside)He was supposed to be napping. (Of course he wasn't, though.) Down came my little boy... holding his diaper, which was covered in poo. As were his hands, and legs, and arms and shirt... and... well, you get the idea. He was crying and seemed REALLY unhappy. How do you respond? Well, I did good, I think. With lots of, "it's okay! Let's

Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03243354134661425772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906930187047846891.post-19503900097009883902010-03-09T16:06:00.000-05:002010-03-09T16:10:26.186-05:00

Listen to the mustn'ts, child. Listen to the don'ts.Listen to the shouldn'ts, the impossibles, the won'ts. Listen to the never haves, then listen close to me... Anything can happen, child. Anything can be. --Shel Silverstein

Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03243354134661425772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906930187047846891.post-62875083410142545212010-03-08T14:33:00.000-05:002010-03-08T15:35:36.764-05:00

Warning: I am ranting here. If ranting offends you, read a different post. So, what really is a "gifted" child? I happened to peruse a certain parenting forum that I often stop by and just for fun, landed in the "gifted" subforum. WOW. I was expecting things like, "My two year old can play perfect Chopin while balancing a bowl of piranhas on her head". But no, these lucky parents claim

Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03243354134661425772noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906930187047846891.post-38983245810298164602010-03-05T17:08:00.001-05:002010-04-07T20:35:24.978-04:00

I'm not all snark and almost-cursing on this blog. Really. Sometimes life is so perfectly humbling and beautiful, even when things have been less than easy. My little man is in the throes of the "terrible twos". He's sassy, he's frequently defiant and difficult, but he's sweet and gentle and he LOVES so much. Watching his little mind soak up the world around him, find his groove, discover

Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03243354134661425772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906930187047846891.post-56164839251408119322010-02-21T14:53:00.000-05:002010-02-21T15:40:14.252-05:00

There are hard days sometimes. Some days both kids are wailing and screaming and throwing epic tantrums in the grocery store resulting in numerous pitying (and annoyed) looks from fellow shoppers. Sometimes stress gets me in its clutches. The kids are sick, it's snowing and cold and there's no place to take them to get their energy out. They whine, cling, scream, vomit, poop, smear food, pull

Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03243354134661425772noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906930187047846891.post-45648366498909345222010-02-17T15:57:00.000-05:002010-02-17T16:01:35.591-05:00

And so, the drama surrounding the infamous "toddler bed debacle of 2010" has turned into not such a big deal. Perhaps it is due to the fact that an ear infection has slowed him down and sleep feels good and less of a waste of time? Or, perhaps he was just ready. But am I? My baby, how did you get so big?

Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03243354134661425772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906930187047846891.post-30734118462867925042010-02-12T10:24:00.000-05:002010-02-12T10:29:18.226-05:00

Ever since he was ten months old, my son has been a dream sleeper. You could put him in his crib wide awake, say "night night" and he'd go to sleep. No tears, no muss, no fuss. Of course we had the occasional night waking due to a pacifier being missing and whatnot. But for the most part. Dream. Well, he figured out that he could climb out of his crib. It's over. The easy naps, the

Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03243354134661425772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906930187047846891.post-58993518511686148172010-02-08T14:27:00.000-05:002010-02-08T14:41:11.503-05:00

Help Elmo!Children..too strong for Hulk!At one time, this was organized. Playgroup. Why do I do this to myself? To socialize my child? What? Why does it always have to be at someone's house?! Ahhh!

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Some quotes I found inspiring on this otherwise uninspiring Monday morning:"By and large, mothers and housewives are the only workers who do not have regular time off. They are the great vacationless class." -- Anne Morrow Lindbergh "Women do not have to sacrifice personhood if they are mothers. They do not have to sacrifice motherhood in order to be persons. Liberation was meant to expand

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You know you are just having one of those days when all of the following happen at once: You are suffering from a crazy, immediate onset headache directly behind your left eye, while on the phone with the lady at the Thai Restaurant you are trying to order take out from, but you can't understand really what she's asking you and you just keep saying "Yes" and "Chicken" and then hope that whatever

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Nice.

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