tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52924924924164464752024-03-05T01:06:40.407-05:00Double DootieUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger402125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292492492416446475.post-87147815799278968932012-01-03T22:22:00.001-05:002012-01-04T07:47:46.973-05:00In Full Control (Of Denial)It's become increasingly obvious Finn & Belle know much more about raising themselves versus what Mommy knows. For example, vegetables not shaped like fries (especially of the green variety) simply were never meant for human consumption, but for canine nutrition. Nap times are for babies, old people or those bored with their day. Using a toilet is extremely inefficient when a diaper does all the work for you AND let's you keep playing with your toys (double win)!<br />
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After weeks of whining about, well everything--and that was just me, imagine what the twins sounded like; I finally decided maybe these kids do know best. So, today Finn & Belle ate a two hour breakfast consisting of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, organic gummy bunnies, a bowl of fruit and some cereal with milk. For nap time they played quietly in each other's beds (oh, did we mention they're in toddler beds now?) for one hour before standing by the door, banging loudly, while trying to figure out how to turn the door's knob.<br />
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Finally, I let them watch some TV while I made dinner. This, folks, is apparently the appropriate nap time and venue. Hang in there kids, Mommy will get the hang of this parenting gig--some day.<br />
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<i>Finn: I like Daisy (Duck).<br />Belle: MayBelle does NOT like Daisy.<br />Me: That's nice Finn. Mirabelle who do you like then?<br />Belle: MayBelle likes milk.</i></blockquote>
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Thanks to <a href="http://pinterest.com/">Pintrest</a> I now know wine barrel wine racks exist<i> (even if they are ridiculously overpriced)</i>. I'm loving Pintrest and apparently I'm not alone. This cool site lets me bookmark my favorite web finds and 'pin' them to a group message board. Like Twitter, people can follow my pins and like Facebook I can share other people's pins with my network of friends. If I were still in Marketing, I'd already be drafting a proposal to integrate this into my campaigns. <br />
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However, now that I'm the proud mother of two year old twins, I find it way more enjoyable getting paid to drink good wine!! Let's face it, toddler twins and amazing wines have got to be the perfect pairing. <br />
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In case you were wondering . . . the wine business is doing amazingly well! I promoted to a career level position back in October (just 10 months after signing on). I'll drink to that!!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292492492416446475.post-86803180433121513572011-11-27T10:34:00.001-05:002011-11-27T14:56:55.601-05:00You Just Did What!?!Yes, I took a two month break from blogging. Then, while designing this year's holiday card, made the rash decision to post the 'big reveal' here first. Mainly to make the three remaining followers I still have feel special--and recieve the $10 off coupon promised by Shutterfly for posting their widget . . . but mainly for you good folks.<br />
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So, a little background on the card. We literally travelled 'over the river and through the woods' to get to Grandma's house this Thanksgiving <i>(more on that later)</i>. Included in our road trip was an overnight stay with my sweet friend Meighan. She has returned to the South from the glamorous land of the pacific northwest--in a place where the sun suffers from chronic fatigue syndrome and refuses to show up for work at least 300 days out of the year and yet the world still seems to revolve around it. <br />
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Since I've been campaigning these past ten years to get all my dearest friends to live within a few hours car ride from here, I felt sweet victory when Meighan told me she was relocating to be closer to family <i>(and friends, I'm almost certain she said friends)</i>. So, Dave & I carved out some vacation time to swing by her new home and give everyone a proper 'house warming'. For those curious, a proper house warming involves a slew of snotty nosed toddlers incapable of sharing and lots of wine<i> (lots and lots of wine)</i>. <br />
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Meighan specifically asked I bring my 'fancy camera' to capture some family photos for holiday cards. Brilliant idea! I even did some online research for scenic photo spots in the area <i>(i.e. I polled all my Facebook friends living in upstate SC)</i> and started coordinating holiday outfits for Finn & Belle. Of course, an hour into our road trip I realized one crucial flaw in all my planning--I forgot the 'fancy camera'.<br />
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So, this year's holiday greeting card moments came courtesy of the iPhone 4 and Camera + app. If only the Apple store would offer a $10 off coupon for this shameless plug . . .<br />
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A few weeks ago Finn & Belle realized they were tall enough to open the drawers to their bathroom sink. Of course, these are the same drawers we used to dump utterly useless baby paraphernalia we mistakenly thought were life saving devices during those 'Dark Ages' (aka first 9 months). </div>
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Somehow the twins honed in on their old pacifiers--amidst the diaper creme, baby thermometers and owners manuals for every bathroom gadget ever made. For about a week they insisted on taking Mr. & Mrs. Binky everywhere. Here's a rare moment when one actually worked.</div>
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I'd like to introduce my new favorite obsession: the <a href="http://www.jcrew.com/AST/Navigation/Sale/AllProducts/PRDOVR~43670/99102353751/ENE~1+2+3+22+4294967294+20~270~~20+19~90~~~~~~~/43670.jsp">Mirabel Dress</a>--a J. Crew toddler dress currently on clearance for the bargain price of $42!! Considering my personal shopping limit for toddler dresses is between $10 - $15, I've calculated Lady Belle needs to wear this dress at least 2.3 times per week in order for this investment to fully pay itself off . . .Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292492492416446475.post-75997821776123147532011-08-22T15:37:00.001-04:002011-08-22T15:38:00.419-04:00Starting Off With A Bang!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Preschool is starting soon, so off to our favorite kiddie salon for some much needed haircuts. Since Lady Belle's hair is still coming in, we had the stylist clean up her shag and even out the ten strands of hair on her head. Hopefully these new bangs are more resistant to the syrup/yogurt/oatmeal combination that inevitably ends up there every morning.<br />
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<li>1 ticket to a Disney theme park.</li>
<li>12 gallons of milk.</li>
<li>Sushi and sake at our favorite restaurant.</li>
<li>A year's supply of toothpaste.</li>
<li>The monthly water/sewer bill.</li>
<li>Tickets to see Harry Potter 5.6 times.</li>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292492492416446475.post-30939662790370665502011-08-06T07:41:00.000-04:002011-08-06T07:41:27.131-04:00Day 2: Siesta In A SiennaSpent most of the day in my new 'Luxury Liner'. It handles really well--despite feeling like I'm piloting a large jetliner. <br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292492492416446475.post-10147958377241062312011-08-04T08:13:00.002-04:002011-08-04T22:37:09.306-04:00Day 1: Siesta In A SiennaI've got a dear friend from Japan bringing her daughters to visit for the weekend. What better time to rent a minivan and find out once and for all if I can handle minivan ownership? <br />
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Yes, I'm aware fish are drying up in<a href="http://news.yahoo.com/end-times-texas-lake-turns-blood-red-215004338.html"> blood-red pools of water,</a> <a href="http://www.google.com/hostednews/ap/article/ALeqM5hK9hiMpCZp6GAiO8HBQAxT_O1Jmw?docId=93b79e4575dd43b2a71486e26d474a20">children are starving in Africa</a>, and a <a href="http://articles.cnn.com/2011-07-20/us/heat_1_heat-advisories-heat-wave-heat-indices?_s=PM:US">crippling heat </a>has seized half of my motherland. In fact, I'm sure this is directly related to the invention of the minivan--but I just can't. Help. Myself.<br />
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I've had a love/hate relationship with minivans most of my life. I loved them growing up--so much in fact I resented the owners of our station wagon (sorry Oma-ma and Gah Gah). In my teens I thought they were ugly. Then I spent most of my 20s firmly believing if every gas guzzling minivan and SUV owner could simply live with less horsepower, and removable third-row seating, we'd all be a happier, more eco-friendly society.<br />
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Now with two dogs, a set of twins, and endless streams of summer guests (which, by the way, is my favorite part of living at the beach) my resolve is cracking. IF we purchase a minivan, I'm only looking at the Toyota Sienna--solely based on <a href="http://mostlyemily.blogspot.com/2010/05/swagger-wagon.html">this</a> YouTube commercial. <br />
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It fits in the garage!! Barely. I am in love with the sliding side doors--a very timely plus since Finn & Belle insist on walking themselves to their car seats. I no longer have to play the 'which side of the door are you on now' game. Nor do I have to trap them between the door and the car in public--now I can shove them both into the minivan where they can learn to wait patiently for Mommy to buckle them in.<br />
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Ah, space! No more kicking the driver's seat, and they can barely touch each other--a concern since they recently learned how to annoy the other by simply breathing. What you can't see is Lavender chilling behind Lady Belle. Two years of pent up resentment for being relegated to second class citizenship could be washed away with this 'simple' purchase. <br />
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Just how much is this space worth!?! Clearly the real question. Stay tuned for the rest of the adventure!!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292492492416446475.post-69152158797514780942011-07-22T23:22:00.002-04:002011-07-22T23:22:45.357-04:00All I Need Is. . .A Wii and one year. Watch out super adorable twin boys, this closet stage mom is ready to. Take. You. Down.<br />
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Apparently in this moment, Finn wanted to read a book that Belle banned from story time. Of course, being the super amazing mother that I am, instead of creating an intervention I opted for a quick retreat to find my camera and document this magnificent display of literary censorship at it's finest. </div>
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Yup, that's exactly what Lady Belle said as she pointed to this empty bottle on the counter; and after a long day of work in an office with subpar air conditioning--I bet it's just as refreshing as her apple juice.<br />
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My apologies to those who believe it's a sin to legally consume alcohol and expect your underage children to follow those same legal standards. It's also a sin to be prideful and judgmental . . .Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292492492416446475.post-70037508216354343652011-06-27T23:20:00.000-04:002011-06-27T23:20:13.984-04:00Intervention!!!I just found myself researching minivans today . . . for the sole purpose of finding a vehicle large enough to allow me the luxury of sitting as far away as possible from my (ever sweet) Hellcats.<br />
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Lady Belle is quite possibly one of the most dainty eaters I've encountered in a while <i>(she gets it from me)</i>--that is, until she's confronted with chocolate <i>(also mine)</i>. For some reason the mere sight, smell <i>(probably sound)</i> of chocolate turns my mild mannered Sugar Drop into some other-worldly, half-vampire love child. Basically she temporarily adopts the '<i>Finn Method</i>' for food consumption.<br />
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Dave<i> (excuse me, I must start referring to him only as 'Daddy' since Lady M started saying 'Dave' over and over again recently)</i> has been a trooper about my wine business <i>(of course, he gets to sample the inventory regularly so it's a win/win)</i>. One happy bonus, the twins are getting to spend more quality time with Daddy and<i> (secretly) </i>I think Daddy is enjoying his new mini fan club.<br />
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This past weekend I attended my first official event as a vendor for the 4th Annual Taste of Wilmington Food & Wine event. I enlisted the help of some wonderful friends to greet the 500+ guests on hand. It was a crazy, fun time. <br />
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In other news, preschool ends for the summer next week and I'm currently in denial. I would say we'll spend the summer at the beach and pool--but we've reached that magical age of defiance and irrational independence which doesn't seem to fit well with wide open spaces and deep waters.<br />
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Both twins were rather intrigued by the new 'stickers'; but ultimately very excited to have their own 'boo boo'. Looks like Mommy needs to grab some super cool Elmo Band-Aids the next time she's out shopping.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292492492416446475.post-60691199025808036482011-04-21T10:15:00.000-04:002011-04-21T10:15:10.280-04:00Picasso Strikes Again!I was '<i>one of those</i>' women convinced I'd never let my children color on furniture, write on walls or do anything remotely undignified as crushing crayons into the carpet. Seriously, all one need do is watch your children and they won't destroy the leather ottoman you got on clearance for a truly '<i>irreplaceable</i>' price, right?<br />
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Of course, that contentment turned into the unusual sound of scrapping against the wall. A sound that falls into the '<i>things that shouldn't make a noise when you're playing</i>' category. Yup, my little delinquents were coloring on the wall--right beside me. I've no credible excuse for not catching the vandals before it was too late.<br />
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With the introduction of these little trikes comes the official end to my quest for parking both cars in our two car garage <i>(shoot me if we ever become a three car family before there are three legitimate drivers in this household)</i>.<br />
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Next step, Tricycle Pronunciation and Physical Training School. Right now they're called '<i>cycles</i>' and only seem to work when Mommy pushes them . . .<br />
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Here's some photos of the new wheels <i>(What? You thought they'd be of the twins? Haven't you seen enough of them already!?!)</i>:<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">There were a few minutes when we thought an emergency run to Toys R Us would be necessary to replace one little boy's dream--crisis averted!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292492492416446475.post-90406954552666260992011-04-04T22:53:00.000-04:002011-04-04T22:53:30.263-04:00Crimes Against Technology<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiktFdkfdOA8Yu7tmf6Z39J4zxJ8GgNNjxQhTsmCaLNVrt3TuvwSRdtzEr5lT8MMGe0kULMEKz4M2cDB8HscmSKteeR_6vstf0vf0MbjBD64_neKasMTqL3eeTGJXdKxyZFruycgQKSak8/s1600/IMG_1053.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiktFdkfdOA8Yu7tmf6Z39J4zxJ8GgNNjxQhTsmCaLNVrt3TuvwSRdtzEr5lT8MMGe0kULMEKz4M2cDB8HscmSKteeR_6vstf0vf0MbjBD64_neKasMTqL3eeTGJXdKxyZFruycgQKSak8/s400/IMG_1053.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br />
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Most of my mommy friends have iPhones. and apparently they all look like this. I can't WAIT to get mine! I wonder if Apple will ship it already broken and save me the hassle.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292492492416446475.post-60279470666110043762011-03-30T10:44:00.000-04:002011-03-30T10:44:27.978-04:00Daddy, He's Your Son<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia7uLvEUSjKOOhsjoqtukuvFMb5geXNwucTy07HAVwqDJjMBXLBUXOOri3_kc8CBmjXQSPsy3xOV_-DCvTpqwaoY-owX8alrzVKBXlwuAsTok92pA7ear0tT-V18IptDwL9dTC61jLAFg/s1600/DSC_0001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia7uLvEUSjKOOhsjoqtukuvFMb5geXNwucTy07HAVwqDJjMBXLBUXOOri3_kc8CBmjXQSPsy3xOV_-DCvTpqwaoY-owX8alrzVKBXlwuAsTok92pA7ear0tT-V18IptDwL9dTC61jLAFg/s400/DSC_0001.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">I assumed all little boys put Kix up their nose. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Then I called 'Aunt Shannon' who said 'not all boys.'</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">I'll only claim her as my own because she has the good sense </div><div style="text-align: center;">to accessorize with any available object.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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