tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26515033817928222722011-11-27T19:52:03.792-05:00Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16951949716020196191noreply@blogger.comBlogger1191100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651503381792822272.post-74487837084635503112010-04-10T15:59:00.002-04:002010-04-10T16:01:38.865-04:00

This morning I woke up to a BIG mess. About 500 perler beads all over the den floor with my two children sitting in the middle of them. Aaron was trying to vacuum them up with the Dustbuster. It wasn't a good sight. (If you don't know what perler beads are, click the link just so that you can see how tiny they really are).I wish I would have taken a picture but I was so in shock that I left

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Did you ever wish that you could do some of those around-the-house projects that you put on your spouse's "Honey-Do List"? Sign up for a newsletter from Home Depot's Do It Herself Club and you could definitely pick up some great tips.An upcoming Do It Herself Workshop will take place on April 15 from 7 to 830pm and will focus on Interior Painting featuring Martha Stewart Living. In this

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Sometimes I wonder why I love Friday. When I used to work at a traditional office job, Friday signaled the end of the long workweek, a day where I left the office at 5pm or before, two full days home with my family, potentially a night out with friends and two days that neither my husband not I needed to go to or think about work. None of those things hold true anymore. Since I work for myself,

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I've had a major headache for three days. THREE DAYS. It hasn't even begun to go away.In the spirit of NaBlogPoMo, this is my post.I wish to the headache G-ds that they will take my headache and send it somewhere, never to be heard from again.Thanks.

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Yesterday was the last day of vacation and Camryn had a playdate with her friend. It was a beautiful day and so we took our playdate outside to the park. When we got there, the other mom said, "Did you hear that Coach Al died?"What??Coach Al is the baseball coach at Camryn's school and last year, Aaron took lessons with him. A big man and avid baseball fan, he would always tell Aaron about

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At 730am, I woke up to screaming. Not your average kids-yelling-at-each-other screaming, but real, honest shrieking. Thinking that either one of the kids had lodged themselves into someplace that they shouldn't or someone's arm was falling off, I raced downstairs only to find that the television wouldn't turn on. Yup, no television in this house brings on mass hysteria. For a 7 year old and a

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I feel the need preface this post with one statement: I never win anything. Really. Never, ever, ever anything. One of my favorite websites has recently done a number of $300 Apple store gift card giveaways and I have entered every time. Nothing. Twitter parties where pretty much everyone wins something? Nada. Raffles? Nope. Radio contests? Zilch. It's just a fact, I really never win

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Theo wasn't supposed to be all that big. According to our breeder, he should grow to be "60 pounds and medium sized".Here he is at a year and a half old (not quite sure what happened to all of his puppy pictures).Here he is now, at almost 8 years old. He's still big. Sometimes we call him Clifford, even though he's not red. And he's sure as heck not happy with the tiara on his head, courtesy

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This picture speaks for itself, what a beautiful day outside.

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At 7 years old, Aaron is not only my BIG boy, but my BIG toothless boy!! He has so far lost 6 teeth, two of which came out in the past week. He also left a note for the tooth fairy asking how many teeth he needs to lose to get her to bring him an iPod Touch. I think he thinks his toothfairy is Steve Jobs.

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The theme for April for NaBloPoMo is BIG. This might get tough, but here we go....4 years ago you were born, a little tiny baby girl (who we totally thought was a boy!). We loved you from the moment we saw you.You started to amaze us from the very first day. And all of a sudden, you were one year old! You had a big cake and were a birthday princess.You grew, learned to walk and learned to talk,

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....a day that I did not want to get out of bed today. ....a day where pretty much nothing is getting done. I'm ignoring the vaccuum, laundry and all of the things that aren't where they are supposed to be. Isn't Sunday supposed to be a day of rest?....cold with a ton of snow on the ground. I am so wishing for spring to come. Really soon.....a birthday party day. In the past week, my two

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Vacation is over. After all the anxiety about staying in my grandma's house without her, our stay came and went. It was hard being there without her. I spent a week feeling like something was missing. I've been wanting to write about it but wanted to wait until I could wrap my head around everything I was feeling. But I realized that isn't going to happen. All of the feelings, all of the

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Happy February vacation! We're getting ready to go off to Florida, where hopefully the temperature will warm up enough that it will feel like summer. I'm looking forward to so many aspects of this trip - getting away, being someplace where it doesn't snow, spending time together as a family, seeing old friends. What's nagging me a little bit about this trip is that there's going to be something

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16951949716020196191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651503381792822272.post-53285588347258561382009-11-09T23:11:00.003-05:002009-11-09T23:28:12.549-05:00

I've talked a lot on this blog about how I left my whole career (the career I went to school for and studied for hours to pass a test to get certified, the career that I worked and worked and commuted and commuted for) to run my own business and have the flexibility of working for myself and being around more for my kids.What I haven't talked alot on this blog about is how although I love running

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Twitter Moms and Downy recently posed the question "If you could define yourself with a scent, what scent would represent you and why?" As a mom, all sorts of answers come to mind, although maybe none of them are appropriate. Or anything I would choose to have as a defining scent. But I did start thinking about the question and came up with an answer. Sort of.To answer the question, I started

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I've always been a huge music fan. I listen to everything from show and movie soundtracks to Billy Joel to Michael Jackson to The Dixie Chicks. I have a bunch of choice music on my iPod and my 6 year old son wanted to be Dave Matthews for Halloween this year. 'Nuf said. When One2One Network reached out and offered me a chance to review the new Five for Fighting album, Slice, I figured that

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Here we go again...What did I learn this week? A few things. First and foremost though that I just don't think I'm meant to be a really good blogger. I just don't have the discipline. I started this blog way back after the First Disney Mommy Blogger Mixer when I met so many different and amazing Bloggers and was inspired to start writing like so many of them did. I wrote some good posts like

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This is what a nasty sinus infection/cold/hacking cough will do to you. Make you take days and days off from posting to your blog because you are laying in bed and think you are dying. Oky, well, maybe not dying, but in pretty bad shape. Today is the first day in 5 days that I got out of bed and came over to the computer. During those 5 days I truly couldn't think of one thing to be thankful

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16951949716020196191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651503381792822272.post-31911195010459872562009-10-11T21:03:00.003-04:002009-10-11T21:15:53.629-04:00

I guess I skipped this little project because it was the weekend. So this post will include 3 things I am thankful for.#1 - The Weekends My how times have changed. As a kid, I loved the weekends because there was no school. After college, I loved the weekends because I was off from work. After I had kids, I loved the weekend because I was home with the kid(s) and not rushing all over the

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16951949716020196191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651503381792822272.post-77673493723967262442009-10-08T21:15:00.002-04:002009-10-08T21:25:51.187-04:00

Why is this hard at day 3? Shouldn't it be hard at day 30? I mean, day 3? Really. Technically yesterday was day 3, but it was my birthday so I am allowed one day off from this crazy project. Oh, and from work because I definitely took the day off from work yesterday.When my son went to nursery school, I had visions of him meeting his best friend for life and whoever the mom was becoming my best

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16951949716020196191noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651503381792822272.post-88981606017150084522009-10-06T13:58:00.003-04:002009-10-06T14:11:37.701-04:00

This weekend, I worked with another business and ran a program where, one morning, families can come and donate their kids gently used Halloween costumes from previous years and exchange them for one that will fit them this year. In the end, the remaining costumes are donated to a local non-profit day care center that serves an extremely poor community. The concept is fantastic and implementing

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Things haven't been so great lately. It's not because of one event, or two or even three, but lately I've been feeling more of the negative and less of the positive. It seems that, in my life, the happy and good things make me feel happy and good for less time than the bad and sad things make me feel bad and sad. I have two amazing kids and I don't want to ever look back on this time in their

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16951949716020196191noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651503381792822272.post-83258080659338969022009-09-04T08:48:00.002-04:002009-09-04T08:52:42.920-04:00

A few weeks ago, I found myself on my own on a Saturday night with a husband out with the guys and two kids sleeping over grandma’s. My night consisted of ordering in sushi and wandering around Borders – by myself. Usually in a bookstore I have two kids on hand, both whining and asking for everything in sight, but on this night, it was just me. I was able to walk around the bookstore and look

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I had one question when I got up this morning and that was, WHERE THE HELL DID THE WHOLE SUMMER GO??Seriously, how could it have flown right by me without my noticing? It was apparently moving at the speed of light because I didn't even feel the breeze as it rushed by.Maybe it was because it rained every day except for 3 during the entire month of June.Or because our first day that the

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At the beginning of the summer, I went for a physical and realized that my current weight equals my weight when I was 8 months pregnant with Aaron. Not so good. I then realized that that is a great reason why my clothes don't fit how they used to. So at the start of the summer I had grand plans to start exercising.I bought two new exercise "games" for the Wii Fit. Yes, the one that I made my

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At the end of the school year, I posted here about an awful experience I had in a local retail store and wondered what happened to customer service. Today I learned that lousy customer service does not discriminate against large corporations.In 2005, I was an employee of Cablevision, our major cable company here on Long Island. When I decided to leave the company, our family said au reviour to

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Admittedly, I am a big fan of TV courtroom dramas. I used to love The Practice, LA Law and Raising the Bar is one of my current favorite shows - you get it. One of the reasons why I think I enjoy these types of shows is because they seem real. So many of these cases could happen in real life, making the shows feel not as contrived as other shows on TV. I recently watched an episode of Law &

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When I was in high school, I worked in retail. First I worked as a cashier in the neighborhood supermarket, then I moved on and worked in a stationery store for a number of years. When I was in college, I worked summers at Old Navy and then as a receptionist in a hair salon. Through it all, I was always taught one thing by the person I worked for - always treat the customer nicely, even if they

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On Friday night, Craig took Aaron to the Long Island Ducks baseball game. I've never been, but they are a minor league team and the games are supposed to be geared towards the kids and really super fun. So when Aaron's school sent home a flyer that they were having a group ticket sale for Friday night's game, I sent in a check and bought 4 tickets thinking it would be a great family night.

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Hi blog! I'm still alive, although my days have been a series of one day melting into the next. It's been awhile so I'll try and catch you up via a bullet pointed list. It was going to be a "Top 10" list but I'm not sure I have 10 things to talk about. And away we go....We surprised the kids with a trip to Disney last month. I will have to sit down and write about it in detail but in a

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About two weeks ago, I got a call from MomCentral that they were working with CNN and looking for a family to interview about cutting back in this economy and did I want to be interviewed? I think it took me about 5 seconds to say yes. Probably less than 5 seconds. Here's the result--Embedded video from CNN Video

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Things here have been crazy, clearly leaving me no time to blog. I'm trying, trying, trying to fit it into my schedule and hopefully will be a bit more organized going forward. But I have something I've been wanting to remember so the best way to remember is to start writing it down...At the end of January, we gave up our nanny (we'll call her R). She was our third nanny in 6 years, but she

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Last week, my kids were on winter vacation. A whole week of mommy-Aaron-Camryn time. More time than I've ever been alone with them in their entire lives. It was interesting, I have to say. But I did learn a lot. Here's my list.Full week school vacations are long.There is ALOT of together-time when one parent is working and the other is home with both kids all day. If I make plans too far in

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When Aaron turned 2 years old, he decided he didn't want to go to sleep anymore. For about a week, we had to let him cry it out at night until he finally fell alseep. As he cried in his crib the first night, I cried with him on my kitchen floor. It was heartbreaking and torturous but every night, eventually he stopped. And every night the crying time got shorter until, after about a week, he

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Being home with my kids after 6 years of working full time and having full time help is much harder than I thought it would be. Of course it's fun being able to be here with them and be at their schools, we are just coming off of a whole week of school vacation which meant lots of together time while my husband was working. Lots. And lots. The week was a little rough because Camryn naps in

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My daughter is a repeater. I should have learned this with Aaron, to be careful what I say around him because you never know when it will resurface. Usually at less than opportune times.Lately we've been having an issue with Aaron, who at 6 years old, thinks that just because he's bigger than her, he's "the boss" of her. Many times, we'll hear them arguing "I'm the boss of you" and then the

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16951949716020196191noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651503381792822272.post-1334250026734735612009-02-15T11:50:00.003-05:002009-02-15T11:56:34.261-05:00

I'm back. I hope. Life has gotten totally busy lately and I haven't gotten to be able to do the things I want. Like blogging. And reading. And relaxing. Lately it's been all about working. And making sales. And talking about the site. And meeting with clients. And the kids. And cleaning the house. And laundry. Please don't get me started with the laundry.It's all good because this is

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Our family recently made a decision that I'm going to work from home which was quickly followed by the decision to give up our nanny. With that decision, responsibility for all of our laundry, putting things away and daily clean up now falls to me. So when I was asked to review Green Works Natural Biodegradable Cleaning Wipes, a new product from Clorox, it truly was perfect timing.Thirty wipes

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No matter how you look at it, the best part of the Superbowl is the food. If you're like me, the best part of any meal is the appetizers, so really, what's not to like about the Superbowl. Um, outside of the actual Superbowl, that is.I'm not a football fan. Never have been. I'll sit and watch or go to a Yankee game anytime, regardless of seats. I've been to hockey games (both Rangers,

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16951949716020196191noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651503381792822272.post-29697631060723434822009-01-30T03:00:00.001-05:002009-01-30T03:00:04.642-05:00

When I went to college, I graduated with an accounting degree, got a job, my CPA and have been working ever since. I've done audit, tax and have taken on various roles of management at various companies over the years. I've managed teams of more than 10 people, evaluated and implemented software, hired and fired people, cut costs of more than $500,000 and have done major things with my career. I

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16951949716020196191noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651503381792822272.post-59223884904539738742009-01-29T21:27:00.001-05:002009-01-29T21:30:54.133-05:00

Here's a fact: I love Facebook. I'll admit it, I really love it. But right now, I'm cheating. I got something on Facebook that challenged me to write 25 random things about myself, so I did. And now it's my most recently blog post. Talk about time management and multi-tasking!I never went to sleepaway camp and instead went to a performing arts camp and my husband makes fun of me for that.

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My Disney Mommy Blogger friend Jo-Lynne over at Musings of a Housewife started a great bloggy carnival - What I learned this week. So here goes for week #1----What I learned this week is that everyone has their own crap. Seriously, no matter how perfect their life may seem, how put together they look, how great their kids seem to do - everyone has crap.When I was growing up and didn't get

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Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16951949716020196191noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651503381792822272.post-49155857826879897902009-01-13T17:46:00.001-05:002009-01-13T17:58:17.635-05:00

I apologize in advance for all the vomit talk lately, but seriously, this is my life right now. We last left off with Camryn's puke fest on Saturday afternoon. Sunday all day she was totally fine. Like absolutely herself, healthy and happy kid. Monday morning, same thing, totally fine. I was thrilled, we were out of the woods. Stomach viruses gone. Aaron goes to school, Camryn goes to

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Today was Aaron's birthday party. After two days this week of his having a stomach virus, he was healthy and ready for his party today. For his 6th birthday, he wanted a movie party. Actually, first he wanted a party at one of those places where they have a gazillion inflatables to jump on, but the idea of a bunch of 5 and 6 year old kids running around and jumping on everything just didn't

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16951949716020196191noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651503381792822272.post-77062897516779467602009-01-09T17:36:00.000-05:002009-01-09T17:53:53.825-05:00

This weekend, PBN and a new SC Johnson website, Right@Home, posed the question Do you have a schedule or a system to help you clean up, pack up and put away the holidays?This past Monday, January 5, my kids went back to school. After almost two full weeks at home, it was a great return to the life I know. Hallelujah!Being that we're Jewish and don't celebrate Christmas, we're one step ahead in

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16951949716020196191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651503381792822272.post-67397376163631170212009-01-06T21:42:00.000-05:002009-01-06T21:46:03.018-05:00

Today was a day that I just didn't want to face.I didn't want to open my eyes.I didn't want to get out of bed.I didn't want to work.I didn't want to talk to anyone.I didn't want to do anything.Maybe it was the weather. Or the headache that I have been waking up with almost every morning for the past week. Or maybe it was just a day that my body and mind were screaming out for rest. We're all

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16951949716020196191noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651503381792822272.post-23973267998577711852009-01-05T21:23:00.000-05:002009-01-05T21:36:13.886-05:00

The only thing I could really say about halfway through the first episode of The Bachelor 13 is "really"?Are these girls really that dumb?Do they really scream like that all the time?Could the criteria for being picked for this show really have been (1) looks hot in a bikini and (2) is a total moron?Is this one girl's name really Treasure? And she's not a porn star?I could go on. For a really

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16951949716020196191noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651503381792822272.post-40079112840901901512009-01-04T11:00:00.000-05:002009-01-04T11:00:01.738-05:00

2009 is a brand new year with a few resolutions that I've made. One of the things I want to do in 2009 is to blog with some regularity. Yes, with everything else I've got going on, I did pick this up during 2008, but I love it. Writing is such a release and it soothes me. What a better way to start this writing than with a great meme picked up from my Disney friend Jo-Lynne over at Musings of

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6 years ago today at 12:37am, I became a mom. What an amazing 6 years it has been. Full of mostly ups, some downs and getting to know the most amazing little boy I have ever met in my entire life. Experiencing things with him is like experiencing them for the first time.Happy 6th birthday Aaron, I love you more than you could ever, ever imagine.January 3, 2003January 3, 2009

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Every year I think about making New Year's resolutions and every year I either come up with too many things to change that it makes me feel like I was a total failure in the prior year or think of goals that are totally unattainable for me, ie I will go to the gym and work out for 2 hours every day. This year though, I think it will be different. I do not want to change every single thing about

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16951949716020196191noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651503381792822272.post-68618302830865883202008-12-31T03:00:00.000-05:002008-12-31T12:22:56.015-05:00

One of the best things about running a resource guide for families is having the ability to connect parents to the information that they need. Something else that's so great about it is having the ability to connect businesses to the information that they need. So a few weeks back when someone I had met a few times called me and told me that she was working for a major magazine now that was

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I will confess right now, I am a candy freak. I seriously love candy and truly love chocolate the most. And M&M's, well, they're pretty much a staple in my house. We put them out when we have company over and when we have parties. Oh yeah, and we use them as a prize every time my two year old daughter goes on the potty. And she loves them.Over the past year or so, I've heard about how M&M's

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16951949716020196191noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651503381792822272.post-13351195553518696182008-12-22T13:14:00.000-05:002008-12-23T12:37:04.079-05:00

When my daughter was born almost 3 years ago, I was working full time. Although the job was great on paper, I truly couldn't stand it. It was almost a crying-every-morning-as-I-got-out-of-bed type of job. There were alot of things I couldn't stand about it, but first and foremost I was working for an super-extra-large company where the work that I did mattered pretty much only to my boss and

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16951949716020196191noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651503381792822272.post-44507308466563601192008-12-18T22:30:00.000-05:002008-12-18T22:46:07.545-05:00

From the time Aaron was little, he had a routine at bedtime. We would read books and then sit with him in the rocking chair while his CD was playing music until he fell asleep. Then, and only then, we would carefully maneuver him into his crib. If he woke up, the whole thing would start all over again. Some nights were relatively quick, while others took hours. He would sleep with various

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16951949716020196191noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651503381792822272.post-42744745483495658972008-12-14T09:26:00.001-05:002008-12-14T09:37:50.072-05:00

Aaron's birthday is coming up, he'll be 6. Either that means that he's getting old or I'm getting old, old enough to have a 6 year old. A little scary either way you look at it.The other day we were talking about what we would do on his birthday. Mostly because as the slacker mom that I am, by the time I booked his birthday party, the day of his actual birthday was all booked up, so we have to

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16951949716020196191noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651503381792822272.post-86428474825488815492008-12-04T10:00:00.000-05:002008-12-05T20:30:09.455-05:00

All kids have many faces, right? Here are the many faces of Camryn, at 2 1/2 years old.The silly face... The confused face...The annoyed face...And the cutest face ever!

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16951949716020196191noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651503381792822272.post-72146915179364229452008-12-03T10:00:00.001-05:002008-12-03T10:29:43.762-05:00

A few days ago, my friend Darcie at Such the Spot posted a meme that she got from Merrie at Sleepless Mornings. Darcie says that Merrie has the best memes, and if Darcie says it, it must be true. So I decided to swipe it from Darcie.Here are the rules. Grab your iPod and put your music on shuffle. Copy down the questions and the answer to each question is the title and artist of the

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I've mentioned a bunch of times in this blog that even at 6 years old, Aaron is obsessed with movies. He loves to watch them and knows almost everything about them, including when they came out in the theaters and when they are coming onto DVD. He's almost obsessive about owning movies as soon as they are released to DVD and has a collection that I will call ridiculous for a 6 year old. Or for

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16951949716020196191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651503381792822272.post-179924875973019742008-11-22T16:07:00.000-05:002008-11-22T16:34:42.806-05:00

One of my favorite things about Thanksgiving is, of course, the food. It's the one holiday that we're not tied to food with any religious affiliation and year after year, I look forward to all the different foods that we're going to eat. In the past three years, we've taken to hosting our family for Thanksgiving and have a bazillion kids running around and not anywhere near the same number of

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16951949716020196191noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651503381792822272.post-30532417127629090212008-11-22T16:02:00.000-05:002008-11-22T16:06:36.990-05:00

Coming home from a birthday party today, we pulled into the driveway and as I'm getting out of the car, my two year old yells "Open my door! Abre! Abre! Abre!"Is a Spanish speaking two year old (when we're not Spanish nor do we speak Spanish) the sign of too much Dora the Explorer?

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16951949716020196191noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651503381792822272.post-54919552186533740152008-11-20T17:28:00.000-05:002008-11-20T17:34:41.736-05:00

Everywhere I go I see people on cell phones. Old people, young people. My kids, ages 5 and 2, both know how to dial and work my Blackberry. They know what it is, that it gets e-mail, that you can text message people and talk on it as a phone. I remember when I was younger, I had a friend who had a phone in her parents' car. It was a brick - this whole contraption that they had to carry around

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16951949716020196191noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651503381792822272.post-75163458669049389562008-11-16T10:24:00.000-05:002008-11-16T10:24:00.145-05:00

Over the summer, I posted here about a crossroads that I had come to in my life with respect to my work and my career. I am happy and sort of proud to say that I have surpassed the crossroads as of this past week. It sort of goes back a long way.Around the time I got pregnant with my daughter, I was working full time at a job that I knew wasn't my whole future. I was the Controller for a

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16951949716020196191noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651503381792822272.post-63605095334939413822008-11-15T22:52:00.000-05:002008-11-15T22:52:00.231-05:00

By day, she's an adorable little girl, pretty cool clothes, curly blond hair and big blue eyes. She says the most adorable things. Like yesterday, she looked at Grandma's shoes and said, "Grandma, mommy have same shoes," and then ran inside I got them. Pretty good for a 2 and a half year old, they were very similar, outside of the color, but who cares? She eats, she takes a pretty good nap,

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16951949716020196191noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651503381792822272.post-59249285394418946202008-11-07T08:30:00.000-05:002008-11-06T20:35:15.802-05:00

Last year, my husband wanted to buy my son a Wii for Hanukkah. I didn't think that a 5 year old needed a Wii. After much debate, I won. Thinking about it a little while later, I came to a conclusion - my husband wanted the Wii for himself and decided to disguise it as a gift for our son. Pretty smart, heh? Clearly it didn't go as he had planned.Fast forward to April, husband's birthday.

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16951949716020196191noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651503381792822272.post-69574946344474572852008-11-03T21:43:00.000-05:002008-11-03T21:50:36.133-05:00

Back in July, I posted here about DeAnna and Jesse. Did you forget about them? The Bachelorette who made the worst decision of her life and chose the wrong guy? Yes, it's been awhile and I don't think about it anymore, but every once in awhile, I see them on tv or online and I get mad all over again. But, in my open letter to DeAnna, I said that she and Jesse weren't meant to be. That they

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16951949716020196191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651503381792822272.post-15975261540982442432008-10-26T21:24:00.000-04:002008-10-27T09:17:22.901-04:00

Awhile back I learned about Restaurant.com - a website where there are always deals on dining out. With our economy in the state that it is, every penny counts and families all over are looking for ways to save without a dramatic change to their lifestyle. Restaurant.com is a great way to do this - you can buy gift certificates for popular restaurants at discounted rates, for example, you can

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16951949716020196191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651503381792822272.post-10744950392580754562008-10-24T19:24:00.001-04:002008-10-24T21:02:37.661-04:00

A few weeks back, I was asked by BSM Media to be a panelist on the Mommy Blogger Monologues in NYC, a conference where PR people and companies attend to learn about marketing with, approaching and working with mommy bloggers to market their companies and clients on the internet. Why mommy bloggers? Because we rock, of course! The fabulous women on the panel were Gabrielle (Design Mom & kirtsy)

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I am not a social planner. I don't like to pack my weekends with activity after activity. As a matter of fact, people that know me will say that I hate to make plans. I wouldn't necessarily use the word hate, but I'd rather spend time with our family, catching up and winding down from our guaranteed-to-have-been-very-hectic week. Not to say I never make plans, but more often that not, our

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16951949716020196191noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651503381792822272.post-28516663108359415562008-10-13T22:26:00.000-04:002008-10-13T22:53:05.803-04:00

It's been a pretty rough couple of weeks. Not quite sure why, but I've been in a funk. It happens from time to time but this ones been rough and I seem to be taking it out on everyone around me. All the time. Not a great way to make friends! Tonight I was thinking about what my blog post would be and a top 10 list came to mind. Only it wasn't a great top 10 list. 10 things I want to change

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16951949716020196191noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651503381792822272.post-77964924703419585852008-10-08T09:12:00.000-04:002008-10-08T09:37:07.134-04:00

Almost 6 years ago, I gave birth to my son. For our family it was the first child and the first grandchild, but among our friends, it was also the first baby. I know my husband since 5th grade and know many of his friends longer than that, some since nursery school. So it was amazing (and comical) to see these guys come to the hospital and our house, and have absolutely NO CLUE what to do with a

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Right now, I feel like not such a great mom. Like I have no patience with my kids. I've always cited that characteristic as the reason why I could never be a teacher. Absolutely no patience for 20 something kids in a classroom all day. Teachers truly have my utmost respect. I definitely could never do it.Right now, in the quiet of the night, I think about the day gone by and remember being

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16951949716020196191noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651503381792822272.post-38382414111713879402008-09-26T22:27:00.000-04:002008-09-26T22:31:30.976-04:00

Aaron came home from kindergarten today reporting that they voted in school today. Apparently they talked a little (very little) about the candidates, were brought into voting booths, closed the curtains and got to press a button with their teacher. His teacher told them that whoever became President would be a great President. Hmmm.We asked him who he voted for. He told us, "Rock Obama." We

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16951949716020196191noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651503381792822272.post-25820998162109497772008-09-25T12:19:00.000-04:002008-09-25T12:38:19.347-04:00

For a bunch of years after I had my kids, I worked full time and had a huge commute from LI into NYC. My hours were ridiculous, job was demanding, and the means of daycare that worked for my family was to employ a live in nanny from Monday through Friday. In the past almost 6 years, we've gone through 3 long term nannies (3 years, 2 years and our current nanny has been with us for almost 6

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Aaron is very into movies. Very, very into. Like he knows everything about every movie there is. He knows the release dates for movies coming to the theaters as well as movies that are coming to DVD. It's amazing how much knowledge about movies his 5 and a half year old brain holds. So what he said today didn't surprise me at all.One of my friends was a parent volunteer during picture day

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16951949716020196191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651503381792822272.post-36006358220941088362008-09-17T15:13:00.000-04:002008-09-17T15:16:41.775-04:00

This will one day be a blackmail picture.

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16951949716020196191noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651503381792822272.post-89065492650349493542008-09-11T13:58:00.000-04:002008-09-11T14:17:23.928-04:00

9/11. Up until 7 years ago, it was just another day. Today, 7 years have passed and today, so many people remember where they were during the worst terror attack on American soil.On the morning of 9/11/01, I was going to work in NYC, thinking about how Craig & I were going to celebrate our first wedding anniversary the following week. My commute was nothing other than normal and I ran into a

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16951949716020196191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651503381792822272.post-24023243112387169682008-09-09T11:54:00.001-04:002008-09-09T12:16:56.123-04:00

My oldest is in kindergarten - he just started last week. I have recently decided that when you look up kindergarten in the dictionary, there should be a new definition - the land of piles and piles of paper. I never knew that kindergarteners bring home so much paper. And it's not worksheet he completed in school or projects that he made, that would really be okay - I actually have a folder all

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16951949716020196191noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651503381792822272.post-24376680786200828702008-09-02T20:03:00.000-04:002008-09-02T20:33:55.484-04:00

Today was one lousy day. Nothing catastrophic, but nothing great. Here's a forewarning. If you are a person who is easily irritated by others' complaints and whines, skip this post. I can be 100% honest in telling you that this post is going to be chock full o' complaints and whines of almost every variety. And so we begin....Around 4am, an itch woke me up. Not just any itch, but the itch

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16951949716020196191noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651503381792822272.post-55569291663457660752008-08-07T23:06:00.000-04:002008-08-07T23:08:25.021-04:00

If you're looking for a great art project to do with your kids, start working on the Lands' End Holiday Art Contest! This year's theme is "Holiday Fun." What do you do to make it special? Go sledding? Decorate cookies? Trim the tree? Send Lands' End your best holiday drawing and your art could go from your refrigerator to their catalog. The rules are pretty simple. Here they are: Artwork must

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16951949716020196191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651503381792822272.post-39875952356814714772008-08-06T13:08:00.000-04:002008-08-06T13:11:39.408-04:00

A big reader myself, I love that my kids love books. Our nighttime routines consist of reading one book after another, and my two year old insists on "reading" one book to me. My 5 year old has started to read pretty early and enjoys reading almost anything he can. After he graduated from preschool in May, we were unsure what to get him for a graduation gift. In Toys R Us, we saw the Leapfrog Tag

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Okay, I'm a little late. But it's about 6am here so maybe it still counts as yesterday?

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Awhile back, I saw Randy Pausch on Oprah. He was talking about how he was giving his last lecture as a college professor because he was terminally ill. Words can not describe Randy Pausch. Watch his last lecture and you will understand.So, RIP Randy Pausch. You will be missed by this world.

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16951949716020196191noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651503381792822272.post-70098624903531357062008-07-08T08:09:00.000-04:002008-07-08T09:43:09.106-04:00

Dear DeAnna -Please tell me that last night I had a major nightmare and in it, you chose Jesse over Jason. Please say that that didn't really happen. Being that I am pretty sure that Jesse is the reality, I have to tell you that I am very disappointed in your decision. On so many levels. And although Jesse is a rad guy with a great handshake, I can almost promise you that later on when you

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Someone just sent this to me, and as I sit and cry about The Bachelorette and her decision with which I do NOT agree, I'm going to wipe the tears away and play. Feel free to play along with me - make sure to let me know you played!A - Four places that I go to repeatedly - work, Target, supermarket, gas stationB - Four people who e-mail me regularly - Anna, Allison, Matt & CraigC - Four favorite

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16951949716020196191noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651503381792822272.post-75239885358459073032008-07-03T21:33:00.000-04:002008-12-11T15:07:04.006-05:00

Camp started this week here in NY. Aaron graduated pre-k at the beginning of June and had two full weeks of being home. Due to my current crappy work situation, the kids were mostly home with our nanny while I was off dealing with bank reconciliations and unpaid bills. Our nanny, although very nice, is not exactly the sharpest tool in the shed, if you know what I mean. Here's an example.

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Awhile back, I started to read The Secret. I started to read it, understand it and really want to live it. I'm not religious, not too spiritual and really had no basis in wanting to live this way, other than just wanting to bring my life to what I envision it to be. So I started reading, and because I am a mom of two kids, I put the book down at some point and didn't pick it up again. Ever.The

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16951949716020196191noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651503381792822272.post-70872990027407800792008-06-27T22:42:00.000-04:002008-06-27T23:08:36.987-04:00

Facebook has fully invaded my life. Maybe a better description is taken over. Sound pathetic? Read me sad tale of Facebook woe.A few months back, I received an invitation from someone to join Facebook. At this point, I really have no idea who it was. Maybe I blocked it out. I was never a My Space girl, mainly because I couldn't understand it. My first thought was, what the heck is Facebook

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16951949716020196191noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651503381792822272.post-60314217679554509922008-06-27T22:41:00.000-04:002008-06-27T22:42:09.109-04:00

Someone sent me this video and it was so nice it almost made me tear up. Enjoy....

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"Why aren't you listening?" This has become my mantra to my 5 year old son. Lately he's been pretty much ignoring everything we say. If he's tapping and we say, "Stop tapping", he does it again. If he's running around the house and we say, "Stop running around the house," he runs one more time. If he's jumping on the couch and we say, "Stop jumping on the couch," he jumps a few more time. If

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16951949716020196191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651503381792822272.post-67764500661400537312008-06-25T08:40:00.000-04:002008-06-25T08:47:47.213-04:00

Harrison Neal was a 17-year-old boy living in Tulsa, Oklahoma. I met with his father, Gary, and sister, Jordan, this week and listened to their description of Harrison - “everyone’s friend”, “fun”, “a great kid”, “a great student with a 3.5 GPA” and someone that “everyone loved”. What his parents and sister didn’t know about Harrison was that he was taking drugs. He wasn’t smoking pot, shooting

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16951949716020196191noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651503381792822272.post-29790802289552955572008-06-24T21:26:00.001-04:002008-06-25T15:49:50.273-04:00

Yes, I finally saw it. What? The Sex and the City movie. During my first attempt with two girlfriends on opening night, while en route to the theater, I received a phone call that my father in law had passed away, and although we continued on to the movie theater (my husband pretty much forced me to go), there was apparently a glitch with the credit card that my friend used to purchase her ticket

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16951949716020196191noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651503381792822272.post-28066644337248857192008-06-15T20:09:00.001-04:002008-06-15T20:44:40.098-04:00

So when I started this blog, I thought I would be able to write every day and be as interesting as so many of the women I met when I attended the Disney Mommy Blogger Mixer back in April. Not that I thought blogging is easy, but I thought I'd be more interesting and have more insightful things to say, words of wisdom. One thing I've found out about myself is that I don't. Things happen in the

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16951949716020196191noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651503381792822272.post-75817918600722889822008-06-03T21:50:00.000-04:002008-12-11T15:07:04.261-05:00

Friday, May 30, 2008. 845pm. The phone call I did not want to receive. "Are you at the movies?" my husband asked. I was going to see Sex and the City with my girlfriends. "We're driving there" I told him, "Why?" The phone call seemed odd. "I want you to keep going to the movies, ok? I want you to go." The comment didn't make any sense. "What is going on" I asked. "Bill passed away."This

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This week, I was able to watch WLIW Channel 21's three part series Leaving Long Island, and felt informed, empowered and disturbed all at once. The series (each part is 1/2 hour) set forth questions and answers in a Town Hall format, having taken place at Hofstra University. Young people ages 24 - 44 are leaving Long Island due to lack of affordable housing, high taxes and high cost of living.

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16951949716020196191noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651503381792822272.post-8704328518302435382008-05-28T09:06:00.000-04:002008-05-28T09:19:50.284-04:00

My timing definitely sucks. Sometimes though, life gets in the way of writing the latest Bachelorette recap. Without further ado, here it is.My thoughts have not changed from last week. I spent a good part of the two hours of this week's episode thinking, what garbage can did they find these guys under? But, I digress.The show opens with a very long recap of last week’s episode, which of

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Growing up, I always wanted a dog. My parents always said no. My mom would say "When you are older and you have a house of your own, you can get a dog."When I got married, we lived in a co-op apartment, with strict rules of "no pets that make noise." We tried to get a cat, but that was a disaster. When we lived in our apartment, we would often talk about what kind of dog we wanted. We knew

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Growing up, I loved going to the beach. A bunch of us would go on the weekend, bring food and drinks and hang out at the beach. I live on Long Island - we're surrounded by water. As a kid, I would go with my dad on the weekends. My senior year in high school, we had "Cut Day" and we all wound up at the beach.So what happened? Why, as a grownup, do I never go to the beach? I'll tell you why.

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