tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53570572386446207042024-02-20T02:20:46.577-05:00MAMA TO 2 LITTLE MONKEYSA blog about life, love, kids, hobbies.....just a place for me to share my thoughts and feelings.Holliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18332250016704709391noreply@blogger.comBlogger141125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357057238644620704.post-71709817173255542132014-03-30T21:14:00.000-04:002015-01-01T12:46:19.622-05:005KM Race? CHECK!<br />
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Today I completed in my very first 5km race. And I couldn't be more proud of myself.<br />
The morning started off with some pre-race jitters. I was nervous about a lot of different things - mainly that I wouldn't be able to run the entire 5 kilometres, that I would come in last. <br />
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We met my cousins Paula, Jessica and Nathan at the starting line, had a few laughs, excited about the race which would start shortly. I was so happy to have the kids and Tim at the starting line with me - knowing they were there, cheering for me, so very proud of me was <br />
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It was time for the race to begin - We headed over to the starting area, joining the 30+ minute racers. There were so many runners that it felt like forever to reach the actual starting line, slowly walking with the pack...but once we crossed it was GO time!<br />
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I felt as though I started off strong - was thrilled to see Tim, the kids, Mom and Dad cheering for us as we ran by. It was a beautiful morning - perfect for running. But into my second km, I started to get tired and hot. Remember, I hadn't trained properly for this - the weather hasn't been great for spending any length of time outdoors, in my opinion anyway. LOL I had trained on the treadmill and felt good about my running until I ran outdoors - wow, what a difference! I began second guessing the clothing I had chosen. My new running tights kept falling down, I felt like I spent most of the run hiking up my pants. =D<br />
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I began the negative self talk. "You can't do this" repeated over and over in my head. My cousin Paula, was amazing - encouraging me to keep going, I hated that I was holding her back but she didn't seem to care one bit. She told me prior to the race, even if we have to walk a bit, that's OK, we will make sure we run across that finish line together. And so, I turned off that negativity and began repeating over and over "you can do this" - started picturing Tim and the kids waiting for me at the finish line and remembering all the amazing and encouraging messages friends had sent me on facebook prior to the race. And at the 4km, when I was feeling exhausted, a police officer reached out his hand to me<br />
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Turning that corner into Copps Collisuem, running down the ramp and into the arena, where you could start to hear the cheers of the fans waiting for "their" runners was such a rush. As I crossed the finish line, I began to cry - not because I was sore or tired, but because this was such a huge accomplishment for me. Not in a million years did I think I would actually complete a 5km race.<br />
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I am so happy that I did this - a few thank yous.<br />
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First to Paula - I am so thankful that you convinced me to sign up for this race. Your constant positivity and encouragement is exactly what I needed - I couldn't have done this without you!<br />
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Tim - Thank you for believing in me even when I didn't believe in myself. Thank you for being my biggest fan, for cheering me on when I was ready to quit. I love you!<br />
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My fans. L, E, Mom and Dad. Thank you for coming to the race and being my cheerleaders. Seeing you at the start and at the finish was such a great feeling. Thank you for your words of encouragement and for believing in me. I love you!!!!<br />
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Back in December, my cousin Paula had posted a status to Facebook about how she had just joined the Around the Bay 5K race with her daughters. I commented on her status...and within minutes she had convinced me to sign up too.<br />
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I have never been a runner but have always been intrigued by the thought of running a 5K. I am envious when I pass lean runners on the street, people posting photos of themselves with a medal around their necks. I would love to be a "lean" runner with a collection of medals.<br />
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So - I dusted off my running shoes and treadmill and began my training. I began running with my Couch to 5K app on my iPhone. I have started it a couple times, made it to about half way and then got out of the routine of running. I was doing pretty well - running for 4km - the longest I've ever run in my entire life. I was so proud....<br />
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For those who don't live in Canada or the northern states may not know about the extreme cold winter we have had. The "polar vortex" left this winter very uninviting to spend ANY amount of time outdoors - for me, outdoor training just wasn't happening. When a nice day finally came, I decided to head out and oh my gosh! Running outdoors was completely different...my legs and hips were SO sore after only a few minutes. The hard road was not as shock absorbing as my bouncy treadmill. I became very discouraged.<br />
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Since that day, I have been out a few more times, each time getting easier and easier - My training is not where I hoped it would be...but even signing up for this race is a HUGE accomplishment, and whether I run the entire 5K or have to stop and walk every once in a while, I will be so proud of myself.<br />
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Yesterday, I headed to <strike> Copps Colliseum </strike> First Ontario Place to pick up my very first race packet. The whole experience was pretty cool - half of the concourse was strewn with vendors and filled with runners, all ages, all shapes and sizes. It was pretty surreal to be walking amongst them, as I still can't believe what I've signed up to do. I picked up my package and got my chip activated. Inside was my bib, an Around The Bay shirt and hat plus my race timing chip. I ran into my cousin, Paula, and her daughter Jessica there - so excited to participate in this run with them.<br />
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While I was leaving, I poked my head into the arena. The finish line had been set up - allowing me to see where I would be "running" in, finishing my first 5K. It was an emotional sight. Sometimes while running on the treadmill, I would envision myself crossing the finish line to keep me motivated to keep running. I'd see T and the kids there cheering for me - I'd get teary with the thought.<br />
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It's hard to believe that in roughly 13.5 hours, I will be crossing that finish line. Completing my very first 5K race. I will make sure to smile, but I'm sure there will be tears of happiness and pride. I'm still saying to myself at times "What am I getting myself into?" Chatting with my cousin tonight, she said "This time tomorrow night, we will be saying "What were we so nervous about, we killed it today :)" I love her positivity. <br />
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My clothes are laid out, my iPhone is filled with a rockin' playlist filled with some great beats to keep my feet and legs moving. I have drank lots of water today to help keep myself hydrated.<br />
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My race chip is ready, even if I may not feel ready. <br />
Even though I may not run the entire 5K, I am pleased with this incredible journey. I am doing something that I never dreamt I would do. I am remembering not to focus on my time, to be happy with the accomplishment of competing in a race for the first time.<br />
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I will finish off this post with a quote I found on another post about running 5K:<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Open Sans'; line-height: 23px;">Wish me luck =D</span></div>
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My brother (in law), Dennis posted it to Facebook the other day and I watched it in tears. As soon as I saw the women covering up their faces when noticing the video camera, I remembered how many times I had done that, or how many times I watched home videos and now remember my Mom, Aunts, Grandmothers doing that. And then I saw the wonderful little girls - no insecurities, no signs of embarrassment, no self doubt - just pure and utter happiness.<br />
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The video asks "When did you stop believing you are beautiful?"<br />
For me, I can't honestly remember when I truly did. In grade 3, when 'friends' used to tease me about a small bump on my nose - In grade 5, I was a bit heavy, insecurities started - not sure I ever looked at myself in a positive way again. Even on my wedding day, when I should've felt the like a princess, I had anxiety about walking down the aisle, second thoughts on my dress and hair - these thoughts overshadowed the "beautifulness" I should have felt. There are times when I look in the mirror and think, for a split second, "I am pretty", but it is soon taken over by thoughts of self doubt and a lot of negative self talk - will save that for another blog post.<br />
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I take a look at my daughter, who is almost 9, with admiration and love.<br />
She doesn't worry about her appearance or if her clothes match.<br />
She is happy and seems confident.<br />
I wonder when she is going to stop thinking she is beautiful. <br />
I hope she never does.<br />
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So, I ask, When did YOU stop believing you are beautiful?<br />
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He completed our family - Daddy, his big sister, Lo and I loved him so much.<br />
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E has filled our lives with so much love and laughter. At 6 years old, he is a loveable, cuddly, sporty, hilarious, kind, little boy. He is so friendly and we are always surprised by the kids that say "Hey, Ev" on the black top. He loves school and is really starting to pick up on his reading. He is an absolute Mama's boy, loving to twirl my hair. He loves his Daddy's tickles and wrestle time. He and his sister are great friends, although sometimes they fight like cats and dogs. They really do care about each other.<br />
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A few of Ev's favourites, age 6:<br />
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Favourite Movie: "Turbo"<br />
Favourite Food: "Pizza"<br />
Favourite Drink: "Orange juice"<br />
Favourite Thing to Do: "Playing X-Box"<br />
Favourite Book: "Green Eggs and Ham"<br />
Favourite Place to Eat: "Spoon & Fork"<br />
Favourite Sport Team: "Cardinals" - Daddy's baseball team <3 p="">Favourite Sport to Play: "Baseball"<br />
Favourite Colour: "Orange"<br />
Favourite Super Hero: "Human Torch"<br />
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Holliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18332250016704709391noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357057238644620704.post-51649111286876637042013-12-15T19:08:00.000-05:002013-12-15T19:08:23.963-05:00DIY: Head Band Holder<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I'm not sure about others with daughters, but I often found head bands lying around all over the house - on the floor, on her dresser or desk, but no real spot to store them. This frustrated her...it frustrated me.<br />
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A couple months ago, I had this idea - I was going to create a head band holder - not sure how or when, but it was going to get done. And then, as I was rinsing out an ice cream tub, just like the one pictured, the idea came to me.<br />
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Today, while at Canadian Tire, I bought some really cool "Duck Tape", Lo helped me decide which pattern. This stuff is awesome - so I'm going to watch for if it ever goes on sale. It was $5.99 The patterns are awesome - and from what I've seen on line, you can make some pretty amazing things from Duck tape - who knew???? =D<br />
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But it all worked out and Lo has 2 super cute head band holders.<br />
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Let's hope it helps her keep her head bands in one spot instead of all over my house. Ha!<br />
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Happy Crafting!!!!!!Holliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18332250016704709391noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357057238644620704.post-59431592524568058252013-11-28T19:45:00.000-05:002013-11-28T19:45:17.756-05:00The Sweetest Thing<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRYcCx255zEPMzJ4tm9fOTLAt6UtudtN2j0MMKKVy2SwBC0oLDkkI42zCf_XSBp5Le0063uYrIprH-TRkc-FPIWQJUjAO4FFaSjhhIC0d-VUPDskG4T-jf__feVQAoFJgrmPE66Ap9D473/s1600/218165_10151363716370590_862349684_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRYcCx255zEPMzJ4tm9fOTLAt6UtudtN2j0MMKKVy2SwBC0oLDkkI42zCf_XSBp5Le0063uYrIprH-TRkc-FPIWQJUjAO4FFaSjhhIC0d-VUPDskG4T-jf__feVQAoFJgrmPE66Ap9D473/s200/218165_10151363716370590_862349684_n.jpg" width="132" /></a> Ev: "Mom...you are the best mom I've ever had."<br />
Me: "Ah, bud, that's sweet"<br />
Ev: "I know you are the ONLY Mom I've ever had..."<br />
Me: "Do you think another Mom would be better?"<br />
Ev: "No, Mom...cause you're perfect!"<br />
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My eyes filled with tears - as every mom, at one point, feels that they are failing. Not living up to the many labels that characterize us Moms (soccer Mom, dance Mom, hockey Mom, crafty Mom, PTA Mom, Working Mom, SAHM, Mom) This came at the perfect time - to remind me that I am doing a good job at raising our children.<br />
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I am their "perfect" mom. My kids are blessed to have me as their Mom...even when things don't feel <br />
perfect. When I feel tired and and don't feel like a good Mom...When I'd rather be at home or at work...When I feel like I'm spinning around in circles and just going through the motions..."You see the beauty is to remember that they call you Mom....and that label is priceless"<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Thank you to <a href="http://rachelmariemartin.blogspot.com/">"Finding Joy"</a> for the extra reminders that <a href="http://rachelmariemartin.blogspot.com/2013/07/why-being-mom-is-enough.html">Being Mom is Enough</a></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Quotes taken from Finding Joy blog, "The Perfect Mom"</span>Holliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18332250016704709391noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357057238644620704.post-74425078191497587202013-10-02T08:41:00.002-04:002013-10-02T09:36:10.328-04:00A new chapter awaits.....7 years ago around this very time, I opened my home to two lovely little girls thus beginning my career as a home daycare provider. It was a wonderful way to stay home with L, who was just 1 at the time plus allowing me to care for children, a profession I adore.<br />
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Throughout the last 7 years, I have been blessed to have so many amazing children in my care. Some with me for shorter periods of time, others with me for much longer. The children in my care presently have all been with me for 5-6 years. It's like they are a part of our family - the kids have so much fun.<br />
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Last year, after a spontaneous application to our local school board, I was hired on to work as a supply educational assistant. My families were so supportive and agreed to find alternate care on Fridays so that I can pursue my dream of working in a school. My ideal plan has been to head back to work once E was in school FT. With the Full Day Kindegarten in the final stages, I am hoping that I can get on to the ECE supply list and some day be in a kindergarten class full time. My dream was always to be a kindergarten teacher.<br />
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At the end of August, I was offered a great (temporary) opportunity at my children's school - sadly I had to turn it down as I couldn't leave my families to find alternate care in such short notice. This was the push I needed to finally make a definite decision on the future of Smiles N Giggles Home Childcare.<br />
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On Thursday September 5th, I very sadly gave my families notice. And when I say "sadly", I really mean I cried way more than I thought I would. It was so hard for me to know that I'm causing stress to my families. <br />
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It was the most difficult decision I have ever had to make - I love doing home daycare and being home with my children, but feel it is time for me to move on and venture back into the working-outside-the-home world.<br />
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Last Thursday, I said good bye to 2 darling kids. Des started with me in April of 2007, when he was 1 year old. I have cared for him and his sister, now just doing after school care, for so many years. It was so sad to see them go - the kids have become such great friends.<br />
And now today, I will be saying goodbye to my last two - darling little girls, Layla & Ella<br />
Ella, who one day may become my daughter in law, started with me 5 years ago and her sister last June. Both were only 1 and oh so adorable!<br />
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I know that they will be in good hands with their new providers and that we will see them often, at school and during play dates, yet I am still feeling so emotional about this change. <br />
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So, as of tonight - the doors of Smiles N Giggles will be closed....and while these doors are closing - new ones are opening. I will continue to supply for the board as an EA on the days E is in school and keep trying to get onto the ECE supply list. <br />
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A big thank you to all of my wonderful families from October 2006 until today...I have loved caring for your children and thank you for trusting me to care for them, providing a loving and nurturing home away from home.<br />
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<br />Holliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18332250016704709391noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357057238644620704.post-11427930506333216252013-07-16T11:05:00.001-04:002013-07-16T11:07:17.036-04:00♥ MOM ♥<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Happy Birthday to my beautiful mom!<br />
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For as long as I can remember...<br />
You were always by my side,<br />
To give me support, confidence and help.<br />
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For as long as I can remember...<br />
You were always the person I looked up to,<br />
So strong, so sensitive, so pretty.<br />
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For as long as I can remember...<br />
You provided stability within our family,<br />
Full of laughter, full of fun, full of love.<br />
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For as long as I can remember...<br />
And still today,<br />
You are everything a mother should be.<br />
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Whatever I have become is because of you....and I am forever thankful for you and our relationship.<br />
You are an amazing Mom and Nana - we are all so lucky to have you in our lives.<br />
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I love you, Mom!Holliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18332250016704709391noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357057238644620704.post-62625452684127206162013-05-09T21:52:00.001-04:002013-05-09T21:52:30.664-04:00ThRoWbAcK ThUrSDaY!!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Holliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18332250016704709391noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357057238644620704.post-77829505022725474122013-04-30T14:13:00.000-04:002013-04-30T14:13:01.587-04:00LOVE....<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Holliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18332250016704709391noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357057238644620704.post-84505369755304453082013-04-03T13:40:00.003-04:002013-04-03T13:40:31.319-04:0019 Things We Should Say to Children<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I have seen this list a few times on Pinterest...and it really strikes a cord with me. I try to be the best parent I can be for L and E. I know that I am short with them at times, a little impatient, raise my voice more than I should...but they know how much I love and adore them (<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">I hope</span></i>) - Check out this list and see the wonderful things we should all be saying to our children. I recognize a few times when I can use some of the things on this list....</span><br />
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1. I love you! There is nothing that will make me stop loving you. Nothing you could do or say or think will ever change that.</div>
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2. You are amazing! I look at you with wonder! Not just at what you can do, but who you are. There is no one like you. No one!<br />
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3. It’s all right to cry. People cry for all kinds of reasons: when they are hurt, <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">sad, glad, or worried; when they are angry, afraid, or lonely. Big people cry too. I do</span>.</div>
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4. You’ve made a mistake. That was wrong. People make mistakes. I do. Is it something we can fix? What can we do? It’s all over. You can start fresh. I know you are sorry. I forgive you.</div>
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5. You did the right thing. That was scary or hard. Even though it wasn’t easy, you did it. I am proud of you; you should be too.</div>
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6. I’m sorry. Forgive me. I made a mistake.</div>
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7. You can change your mind. It’s good to decide, but it is also fine to change.</div>
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8. What a great idea! You were really thinking! How did you come up with that? Tell me more. Your mind is clever!</div>
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9. That was kind. You did something helpful and thoughtful for that person. That must make you feel good inside. Thank you!</div>
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10. I have a surprise for you. It’s not your birthday. It’s for no reason at all. </div>
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11. I can wait. We have time. You don’t have to hurry this time.</div>
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12. What would you like to do? It’s your turn to pick. You have great ideas. It’s important to follow your special interests.</div>
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13. Tell me about it. I’d like to hear more. And then what happened? I’ll listen.</div>
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14. I’m right here. I won’t leave without saying good-bye. I am watching you. I am listening to you.</div>
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15. Please and Thank You. These are important words. If I forget to use them, will you remind me?</div>
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16. I missed you. I think about you when we are not together!</div>
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17. Just try. A little bit. One taste, one step. You might like it. Let’s see. I’ll help you if you need it. I think you can do it.</div>
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18. I’ll help you. I heard you call me, here I am. How can I help you? If we both work together, we can get this done. I know you can do it by yourself, but I’m glad to help since you asked.</div>
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19. What do you wish for? Even if it’s not yet time for birthday candles and we don’t have a wishbone, it’s still fun to hear about what you wish for, hope for, and dream about.</div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw_1FJulRYPob7fnoq26V7hY3IpS_i4ezx3j-0jyT90bnlGHaFaCjLHuJcdJ0SB4MYAEtSmeNudJ2tl7kIVnBWfvYFr_9M_QO_LLAKW193UkbfIFEi990Up3bWLMmNTCuGZCNGFuwJiWRD/s1600/images-1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"></span></a><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Today marks the 6th annual autism awareness day. Every year, autism organizations around the world celebrate the day with unique fundraising and awareness-raising events such as <span style="color: #3d85c6;">Light it up Blue</span> - M<span style="background-color: #efefef; text-align: left;">any iconic landmarks, </span></span><span style="background-color: #efefef; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; text-align: left;">hotels, sporting venues, concert halls, museums, bridges and retail stores are among the hundreds of thousands of homes and communities that take part by installing a blue lightbulb or a special filter to buildings existing lights to portray the blue effect. It's a beautiful way to show support.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">While I didn't participate this year with any fundraising, I did wear blue today in support of this very special day. I also did a little shopping....for the month of April, Stella & Dot jewellery is donating 20% of total sales from their Autism Awareness Collection to the <span style="background-color: #f6f4f0;"><a href="http://www.hollyrod.org/">HollyRod Foundation</a> with a guaranteed minimum of $10,000. To the left is a picture of the lovely bracelet that I purchased - It's called the spirit bracelet. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 20px;">New research shows the rate of children being diagnosed with autism continues to steadily rise and that autism is now considered almost twice as common as it was believed to be only ten years ago. </span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 20px;">A recent report stated that one in 88 children has autism or a related disorder, compared with one in 155 in 2002. A shocking report from the US this week reports that in actuality, one in 50 children have an autism spectrum disorder.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: #f6f4f0;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: #f6f4f0;">About 10 years ago, an adorable little boy with brown hair and dark brown eyes was enrolled in my daycare class. This little boy, Kyle, was an absolute joy - he made me smile every day - Kyle had autism. I enjoyed every minute working with Kyle. Seeing him learn new things was the most rewarding part of working at that daycare. A few years ago, I reconnected with his mom via facebook. It was so great to hear how he was doing - seeing pictures, he has grown into a handsome young man, amazing his family every day....If I'm remembering correctly, he will be 13 at the end of this month. I think of him often and cherish the year that I was able to be his teacher. I learned a lot from my little buddy, Kyle. <i>(update: I am shocked to hear my little friend is actually going to be 14 this month. Oh my gosh, where has the time gone?)</i></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 20px;">There are still so many unanswered questions about autism...and sadly there is very little known about the causes. There are thousands of families across the autism spectrum that can use help. So, please show your support and bring awareness to autism and it's foundations.</span></span><br />
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*cheering on L's teacher at a 5k Good Friday race - L was inspired and decided she would like to do the kids 1km next year...I was also inspired and wonder if I can finally get myself in gear to do a 5k.<br />
Congratulations, K.N on your first 5k race!<br />
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* Annual visit to Bronte Provincial Park for their Maple Syrup Festival -- weather was perfect - company was great, and this year's maple syrup - fantastic. <br />
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Holliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18332250016704709391noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357057238644620704.post-44406375148873809672013-02-13T11:03:00.002-05:002013-02-13T11:03:28.467-05:00Wordless Wednesday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Holliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18332250016704709391noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357057238644620704.post-41761472876580737262013-02-13T11:01:00.003-05:002013-10-02T12:54:23.150-04:00Things Kids Say<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMEVD8GBXIKjIs4NTKc8Vik7Q7F_kV-DFD0itO1G8DQPUbnPXTzqSXojJyN067s3o1PqykHUhabXfHYbDLQifLuF3lS_w8RUXop4Jg1P3jYEjx9beY7aAnsNqVwbRYPYdz019B01_QFPzH/s1600/320281_10151194516880590_1304507561_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMEVD8GBXIKjIs4NTKc8Vik7Q7F_kV-DFD0itO1G8DQPUbnPXTzqSXojJyN067s3o1PqykHUhabXfHYbDLQifLuF3lS_w8RUXop4Jg1P3jYEjx9beY7aAnsNqVwbRYPYdz019B01_QFPzH/s200/320281_10151194516880590_1304507561_n.jpg" width="132" /></a>This installment of "Things Kids Say" comes from this little cutie.<br />
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This morning, I accidentally scraped my lip and it started to bleed a little.<br />
I was holding a kleenex on it when Ev came in.<br />
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Ev: "Oh no! You have a bleeding nose???"<br />
Me: "No, honey, it's my lip"<br />
Ev: "What? Your LIP has a bleeding NOSE????" <br />
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I could not stop laughing. This kid is just too much!Holliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18332250016704709391noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357057238644620704.post-9808315953025961962013-02-12T14:42:00.000-05:002013-02-12T14:42:11.528-05:00<center>Our newest TV obsession: Downton Abbey.</center><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi58_mEK5kD7PvYaJ0lNmKLONSn_SBwc-dbK0qOIA6Bu140auOJ_2vXHSiLbKkeGn6-NYCGWOFMZMT6N1Qb0BXBNcepgrhyAFmiVo9w0_UDJL28Lx-uZM_9lvdmdrahx-AGFagcHVZic5L8/s1600/downton_abbey3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="133" width="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi58_mEK5kD7PvYaJ0lNmKLONSn_SBwc-dbK0qOIA6Bu140auOJ_2vXHSiLbKkeGn6-NYCGWOFMZMT6N1Qb0BXBNcepgrhyAFmiVo9w0_UDJL28Lx-uZM_9lvdmdrahx-AGFagcHVZic5L8/s200/downton_abbey3.jpg" /></a></div>We started watching season 1 about 2 weeks ago and have only 2 episodes to go until we are caught up with season 3. We are beyond obsessed with this amazing Masterpiece Classic show.<br />
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Downton Abbey is a British period drama series set in fictional Yorkshire County estate of Downton Abbey. It depicts the lives of the aristocratic Crawley family and their servants in the post-Edwardian era — with the great events in history having an effect on their lives and on the British social hierarchy - these events include the sinking of the RMS Titanic, the outbreak of World War I and the Spanish influenza pandemic.<br />
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We are in love with most of the characters and are driven mad by others. The storylines are intriguing and each episode leaves us wanting to watch more - which is why we've blazed through the season so quickly - sometimes watching 2 or 3 episodes a night.<br />
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If you haven't seen this wonderful show, get moving! It's amazing and you will drawn in by the characters, the stories, the scenery, the costumes, Lady Violet's zingers and gestures - I don't know what T and I will do once we have watched these final 2 episodes.<br />
Perhaps, we'll start the seasons over again - until season 4 begins.<br />
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Holliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18332250016704709391noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357057238644620704.post-27187669560550002902013-02-09T17:17:00.000-05:002013-02-09T17:17:40.350-05:00Even When It's Cold Outside, Our Memories Keep Us Warm Yesterday, most of Ontario got "walloped" with approximately 30cm of snow. It started around 630am and didn't stop until after we had gone to bed. Our board cancelled school<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRfbOLqksMP4khpkwhOtfBNnNUtujC99IlIlWLIAqc2SxLmoX4OT8dDJKqbjTx_Ja7ndnxeimByKPEaf5chpN8IglHWJds4VWDO7eWUGv0Bzau0J7LBeJyDKzZFNv3Qmv_dQRhRFOd_Qy1/s1600/2-8-13-Nemo-cartoon_full_600.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="133" width="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRfbOLqksMP4khpkwhOtfBNnNUtujC99IlIlWLIAqc2SxLmoX4OT8dDJKqbjTx_Ja7ndnxeimByKPEaf5chpN8IglHWJds4VWDO7eWUGv0Bzau0J7LBeJyDKzZFNv3Qmv_dQRhRFOd_Qy1/s200/2-8-13-Nemo-cartoon_full_600.jpg" /></a></div>- the kids had their very first snow day. We had a blast playing in the snow, something we haven't really seen too much of over the past few years.<br />
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They had named the storm "Winter Storm Nemo" - when I was looking for pictures for this post - I came across this Nemo pic and had a little giggle. So cute.<br />
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Today, while Tim was at a basketball tournament, I took the kids over to the school where there is a pretty decent hill where the kids can toboggan. Despite the hill being pretty bumpy as the snow was not really packed down yet, they had a blast. <br />
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So, as I type, we are all snuggled under blankets, watching a movie - my most favourite Winter activity...Ev is drifting off beside me. The perfect end to a winter afternoon.<br />
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Holliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18332250016704709391noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357057238644620704.post-10081429859747599022013-01-30T18:35:00.001-05:002013-01-30T18:35:31.274-05:00Wordless Wednesday...Dreaming<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz2z7cvS1zB067eQ6QjzUy9o8BT19CmMfaWwt5iOH-iTHncOcMyXfZ2wipMVLffLEmM_becQAjpx4u9ABnVVEICTq7oja6zIiv5Egfunqm-apIUtfMS4bY_wORAyC4J6KeZB1jb1wz2O-J/s1600/kaanapali-beach_maui_hawaii.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz2z7cvS1zB067eQ6QjzUy9o8BT19CmMfaWwt5iOH-iTHncOcMyXfZ2wipMVLffLEmM_becQAjpx4u9ABnVVEICTq7oja6zIiv5Egfunqm-apIUtfMS4bY_wORAyC4J6KeZB1jb1wz2O-J/s320/kaanapali-beach_maui_hawaii.jpg" /></a></div><br />
Holliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18332250016704709391noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357057238644620704.post-10204877230644213672013-01-01T23:23:00.000-05:002013-01-02T23:58:07.074-05:00Hello, 2013!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZwgV4sygzlZKMF0a2MPmXFbr4wJDEcojH8nWP8Wucwke0ccR9GshAfK11GRZMq9_5GYy5OKS0ZMu3uJOZ-bNwuj-_e5ewXcrpw6GsiKcpkJE8GCZKOC0ygw6VnsZo7O217pogEOMLNWeL/s1600/1354465380_horoscope-2013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="104" width="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZwgV4sygzlZKMF0a2MPmXFbr4wJDEcojH8nWP8Wucwke0ccR9GshAfK11GRZMq9_5GYy5OKS0ZMu3uJOZ-bNwuj-_e5ewXcrpw6GsiKcpkJE8GCZKOC0ygw6VnsZo7O217pogEOMLNWeL/s200/1354465380_horoscope-2013.jpg" /></a></div><b><i>Happy New Year</i></b> to any of my followers. Are you still around? Has the neglecting of my blog turned you away? LOL Man, I've been terrible at keeping up with this. Sorry loyal readers ;)<br />
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I am not usually one to make New Year's Resolutions, but over the last few days I have been doing some serious reflection on who I want to be. So I am going to try and stick to these <i><b>13 goals for 2013</b></i>!<br />
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<b>Here’s to 2013, in which I aim to:</b><br />
1. become a better parent. I want to play more with my kids, be more active with them, be more patient, be more present.<br />
2. become healthier. I want to lose the weight that I have gained back, and lose that last bit to finally get to my goal of a healthy weight. I will do this by eating healthy foods and moving more. This will include cooking new healthy recipes.<br />
3. exercise more - I plan to attend 2-3 hot yoga classes per week and learn to run - I'd love to complete a 5km but will set small goals for myself - 1km would be a great start.<br />
4. spend more quality time with my husband.<br />
5. get my house organized and develop a daily/weekly/monthly cleaning schedule<br />
6. get a small tattoo - I keep saying that I will reward myself with a tattoo when I get to my goal weight, so if I get there...I will get a tattoo!<br />
7. read more. I will try and read 25+ books this year.<br />
8. drink more water and less Diet Coke.<br />
9. spend more quality time with my family and friends. I dislike talking on the phone, but will make more of an effort to call family members and friends.<br />
10. spend less time wasted on social media sites like Facebook, Twitter and my beloved Pinterest.<br />
11. blog more<br />
12. be happy. Laugh & play more. Life is too short to let negativity and frustrations ruin my day.<br />
13. Live my life by intention and not by habit. I am lazy, impatient, selfish, sensitive and emotional - I have big plans for my life, starting with 2013 - it's time for a change, and the only way to do it is by living by intention and not by habit.<br />
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Also - I guess another goal for my list....<br />
My husband bought me a pretty purple notebook a few years ago for Christmas - it has sat in my pantry for years - each time I open the door, i would look at it and think "I should start using that book" I have decided that I am not going to use it as a journal, where normally I would vent and complain...I am going to use it as a gratitude journal and try and write in it every night before bed - stating what I am thankful for every day, something great that happened, etc.<br />
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So, on that note - I hope to be back soon to write more. #11 on my list of goals for this year. I vow not to leave you hanging for so long this time ;)<br />
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Holliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18332250016704709391noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357057238644620704.post-43887319323204074092012-08-02T13:08:00.000-04:002013-01-03T00:01:52.812-05:00My ParentsDescribe your relationship with your parents.<br />
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As I mentioned in my previous post, I have the best parents a girl could ask for. My parents are loving, supportive, encouraging, and fun. <br />
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As a teenager/young adult - I loved spending time with my parents - not many people can say that. I enjoyed quiet time in the evenings with them, just sitting chatting...or heading out to stag and does and dancing the night away. Who can say they enjoy "partying" with their parents. The king and queen of the dancefloor everywhere we go - we always had a ball when we got to go to events with them. I still look forward to those fun times together.<br />
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The next best thing about having you as my parents, is that my children get to have you as their grandparents! <br />
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Mom & Dad, I do not say it enough - but I appreciate and cherish you more than I can ever express. I love you!<br />
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Holliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18332250016704709391noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357057238644620704.post-9891897514272920512012-08-01T10:13:00.000-04:002012-08-02T11:12:36.046-04:0020 Random Things<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSsT7YlYqCEfgtrsZOdBlAFpbVO_Q7uO3uny5EY4bS72UbR7bfnQpzn6hIEwRzwRVWAV1zxZhbVrO4D07Q3GHO4BzCWYftX3rUXnfk3d5Sawfehe2MFxqc4dIkowRTv_UbjoobOiztFOWb/s1600/561418_10151950573025234_1383727226_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="150" width="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSsT7YlYqCEfgtrsZOdBlAFpbVO_Q7uO3uny5EY4bS72UbR7bfnQpzn6hIEwRzwRVWAV1zxZhbVrO4D07Q3GHO4BzCWYftX3rUXnfk3d5Sawfehe2MFxqc4dIkowRTv_UbjoobOiztFOWb/s200/561418_10151950573025234_1383727226_n.jpg" /></a></div>20 Random Things About Me!<br />
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1. I am a shortie. 5'3"<br />
2. I love diet coke.<br />
3. I am a huge Beatles fan. I love Ringo. (It is making me so happy that my children are enjoying their music - they always ask for it on in the car <3)<br />
4. I have short toes - they make me self conscious.<br />
5. I love Pitas.<br />
6. I love to travel to hot locations. I have been to Hawaii, Dominican Republic x2, Puerto Rico, Mexico.<br />
This is harder than I thought it would be.....<br />
7. I love reality TV - American Idol, Big Brother are my favourites.<br />
8. I struggle with self esteem - my weight has a lot to do with it. Wish I could just be happy with myself.<br />
9. I would love to work in the school board as a ECE in the kindergarten classes or as an educational assistant.<br />
10. I love to dance - love the occasional night out in the club.<br />
11. I'm addicted to my laptop and social networking. Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest...so many things to occupy my attention.<br />
12. I have a soft spot for late 80s/90s Kevin Costner. Field of Dreams, Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves, Bodyguard. He was so handsome.<br />
13. I can touch my nose with my tongue - and stick my entire fist in my mouth - the last one is definitely a drunken party trick.<br />
14. I have lived in 4 homes in my life. Home#1 1978-1980. Home#2 1980-2002.(My parents still live in my childhood home) Home#3 2002-2008 and Home#4 2008 - ????<br />
15. I play flute. I was in the band in grades 7 and 8...and in grades 10-OAC. Yes, I was a band geek =D<br />
16. I didn't like seafood up until I got married - my husband has introduced me to so many yummy things. So happy he encouraged me to try it.<br />
17. I get exceptionally crabby when tired or stressed.<br />
18. I love to sing, but am not good at it. I wish I could.<br />
19. My laugh changed when I was pregnant...now it is a lot louder than it used to be.<br />
20. I have the best parents a girl could ask for.Holliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18332250016704709391noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357057238644620704.post-20795717797131063742012-07-31T10:04:00.000-04:002012-08-02T10:13:09.769-04:00August ChallengeI haven't been the best at updating my blog - so I'm giving myself another challenge. I found a neat list of 30 random things on <a href="www.cherishinghopesanddreams.blogspot.ca/">Cherishing Hopes & Dreams</a> and I figured it would be a great list of things to write about for my August challenge.Holliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18332250016704709391noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357057238644620704.post-21447013664719572252012-06-12T16:35:00.001-04:002012-06-12T16:35:54.659-04:00Funny Things Kids Say<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCpXYst8bFRi_WC0cm7Hk_1NI07QCzrNsV2XBVKyFRJ2370H-W6ygo8OSUYhrz16M091tczW_1GZ5DEEkJ3SprXCHOyJyvHstohVWKR16bHVERkBAxb4tkp_d0WhITrpTeD67TNt4immUC/s1600/548484_10150752201675590_454880762_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="200" width="133" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCpXYst8bFRi_WC0cm7Hk_1NI07QCzrNsV2XBVKyFRJ2370H-W6ygo8OSUYhrz16M091tczW_1GZ5DEEkJ3SprXCHOyJyvHstohVWKR16bHVERkBAxb4tkp_d0WhITrpTeD67TNt4immUC/s200/548484_10150752201675590_454880762_n.jpg" /></a>Just a cute story I had to share:<br />
Monday, Buddaroo announced that he had to use the bathroom - um, to go...."poopoo" as he would call it. So, off he went and I told him to call me when he was done.<br />
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After a few minutes of listening to him grunt like crazy, I asked him if he was all done. And this was his answer:<br />
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"Let me check out my body. (lifts up his shirt) My belly button is calm. My nipple is calm. My other nipple is calm. My belly is calm. Yup! I'm done"<br />
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I was dying! Seriously, where the heck do kids come up with stuff like this? Hilarious.<br />
<br />Holliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18332250016704709391noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357057238644620704.post-20525987847290885862012-05-30T15:53:00.001-04:002012-05-30T15:53:49.930-04:00Recipe: Chipotle MayoI wanted to share with you a yummy recipe - I made a Chipotle Mayo that was fantastic with our sweet potato fries last night. It was a huge hit and was really easy to make - Buddaroo loved it for his fries and his chicken strips.<br />
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* 1c. Mayonnaise<br />
* Juice from 1 lime<br />
* 3 tbsp. of Honey<br />
* 1-3 tbsp. Chipotle chili powder.<br />
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I'm sure this would go well as a mayo for wraps or sandwiches, as well. If you decide to try it, let me know how you like, or not?<br />
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Enjoy!!!!! <br />
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