Sunday, October 31, 2010

A repost...Happy Halloween


Years ago, before I got married, I lived in a haunted apartment. I'm not kidding you. Haunted. Strange things used to happen up there on the 3rd floor. One night, shortly after moving in, I woke up in the middle of the night with an ugly, old woman crawling towards me on my bed. I will never forget the way she looked. There were many, many nights I would wake in the middle of the night with white swirling objects just inches from my face. I would frantically try to swat them away.

Then there was the crazy night when I awoke in the middle of the night to find the kitchen light in my apartment was out. You see, after all the crazy stuff happening, I used to leave the kitchen light on. But on this night the light was off. So I got up out of bed to turn it back on, and when I reached for the handle of my bedroom door...the door slammed shut! Of course I freaked! Mind you there were NO windows open so therefore no explanation for this to happen, right? I finally got the guts to open the door and turn my kitchen light back on. Needless to say, that was yet another sleepless night.

Then there was the day when a family recipe went up in flames in the kitchen. My aunt had this great recipe for a Swedish braid bread and my mom had a copy of the recipe. After much convincing, my mom gave me the only copy she had. I promised that "nothing was going to happen to it" and "Mom, I promise to give it right back". (To Mom, and for those of you who know my Mom, you know what I'm talking about.) Anyway, I'm in the kitchen just doing my thing with some candles lit on my kitchen table. The recipe was laying on the table no where near the candles. I hear a crackling sound...and then again. I turn around and there is the recipe floating in the flames completely engulfed! I think the ghosts heard me talking to my Mom and decided to play a little joke on me. Not a funny one.

So why did I stay there? It was cheap...my Mom was the landlord...and I used to make Danny stay with me most of the time (for protection of course!).

My Mom lives on the first floor of that house now and she has a few creepy stories as well that literally would make the hair on your arms stand up!

Boo to you! Happy Halloween!!!

Friday, October 29, 2010

A gust of wind or something more?

Yesterday I was thinking about Dad a lot. I had a few errands to run in the afternoon. As I drove here and there, I went over and over in my mind about the time Dad was in the hospital. I debated with myself if we had done the right thing or not. Of course I know we did, but I guess guilt is part of the mourning process.

When I got home, I opened the sliding door in the kitchen to let in some of the beautiful, yet unseasonable, warm air. I had a conversation with him while I was picking up the kitchen. I said I knew I would see him again, my faith tells me so, but sadly I hoped it wouldn't be for quite sometime. Of course my hope is to see my children grow up and get to know their children one day. I told him I was sorry and that I really, really hoped he could hear me. Then I walked into the dining room to check my email. Just moments later, a big gust of wind blew through the kitchen. I heard papers rustling and a magnet fall off the refrigerator. Letting out a big sigh, I figured I better go back in the kitchen and pick up the mess of papers that I expected to be strewn all over the kitchen floor. But when I walked into the kitchen, I only saw one magnet on the floor and this...

Just one picture on the floor. This one of Dad & Nicholas. Not one piece of paper was out of place...not one. No other pictures (of the more than 20 something photos and at least 10 pieces of kid artwork on my fridge) fell out of place. Not even the pile of paperwork on the kitchen island was moved. I picked up the photo and started to cry. Was this a sign that my Dad really had heard me? Or was it just a gust of wind that randomly knocked just this one picture to the floor. How did the magnet fall off?

Then I just felt joyful. I'm not going to think about it too much. I'm going to believe it was something more...

Thursday, October 28, 2010

Aye Carumba

I'm making this tonight for dinner...Crockpot Lasagna. I saw it on Oprah. (Just as a sidenote, Danny hates Oprah. Just in spite he probably won't eat it!!)




But while I was putting it together, there didn't seem to be enough sauce. So after I was done, I went on the website and it turns out there was a mistake in the recipe. Instead of 1 can of crushed tomatoes, it should have been 3. Oh well. We'll have to wait and see how it turns out. Good thing I picked up garlic bread and salad too!

I'm posting a video below of the song Julia's dance team is going to be dancing to this year. I would love to hear what you think. My mouth hung open for about the entire 3 minutes of the song. I'm just hoping our girls will be wearing a lot more than the girls in the video and hopefully cuter, more child friendly movements. You know what I mean? Aye aye aye...


Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Monday, October 11, 2010

Brotherly love?

I found this old picture of Nicholas and Julia the other day. This just about sums up how Nicholas feels about his sister...


Friday, October 08, 2010

The Bucket Dipper

Have you read this book yet?
Auntie Kimmy shared this wonderful book with my kids this summer. It's a story about how everyone walks around with invisible buckets. Its purpose is to hold your good thoughts and good feelings about yourself. You need other people to fill your bucket and other people need you to fill theirs. You can either fill someones bucket by spreading kindness, love and joy or you can empty someones bucket by being mean spirited. It also talks about how you can dip into someones bucket by saying or doing mean things to someone. A bully is a bucket dipper.

The other day, I found the book on the bookshelf and read it to Gianna again. We talked a lot about the book as we read along and I could see that she really understood what the book was all about.

So two days ago, Gianna came home from kindergarten and said a little boy named Ryan that she sits next to at school, and has been complaining about now practically since the first day of school, had punched her in the arm at circle time. I was sick of hearing about this boy so I called the teacher right away and asked that she move either Gianna's seat or this boy's seat. It didn't matter to me. I just didn't want him next to her anymore.

When Gianna came home from school yesterday, she was very happy. I asked her if the teacher moved the boy and she said with a big smile, "Yes, Mom. You know what? Ryan is a bucket dipper."

Isn't she amazing for just 5-years-old?

Thursday, October 07, 2010

Julia's school work

I just love to see what Julia draws. She brings home the cutest things from school.

Like this...(if you click on the pictures, they should get bigger)


I just love her pictures that go along with the words...



I love how she thinks I'm "clever" with cooking too and not just her Daddy who does most of the cooking around here. Don't you just love the nose smelling the food?

And this one...see how she wrote "I Love You Mom" on the tea cup? So sweet.

And this one...just hysterical!



And then we get to this one....


What?!?!? Oh great. Now I've turned into the abusive Mom. I can only imagine what her teacher thinks of me now.

And then Gianna drew this for Julia the other day. She started with a big heart and turned it into Julia's face. So sweet. She loves her big sister so much.

Friday, October 01, 2010

Two years ago...


We went to visit Papa and CeCe down the Cape (aka "Stinky Beach"). We took this hayride down the beach one evening. It was so beautiful. Just one of the many, many wonderful times we spent together as a family.