tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42720504485496942452024-02-06T23:10:23.375-05:00New England MamasMama bloggahs representin' the NEChicky Chicky Babyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18056206889322232109noreply@blogger.comBlogger189125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-6914418363679342872007-11-07T17:24:00.001-05:002007-11-07T17:27:19.163-05:00We've Moved!We're all still New Englanders but our blog has moved to its permanent home, here:New England MamasPlease come visit us and update your feed readers. It's pretty over there. Come join us!Chicky Chicky Babyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18056206889322232109noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-42190206066029874222007-10-31T12:39:00.000-04:002007-10-31T12:53:35.598-04:00Trick-or-Treating Without SidewalksI had a lot of reasons for enjoying Halloween as a kid. Of course I loved the candy overload and dressing up, but one of my favorite things was getting to walk outside at night. After all, we normally didn't get to go around after dark. When we moved to MA, I was initially surprised by the lack of sidewalks, but I didn't think much about it until it was time to take my older son (OS) Alex Elliothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08567976812466320977noreply@blogger.com40tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-79309663533079541392007-10-31T06:47:00.000-04:002007-10-31T06:48:42.191-04:00Happy Halloween!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-86807254232942036452007-10-30T06:37:00.000-04:002007-10-30T06:39:40.569-04:00Nothing Is Better than SomethingSo. Hi there. How's it goin'? Me? Oh, I'm fine. We all are. Nothing going on around these parts. And, actually, that's pretty cool.Sweetie had a fever this weekend, which I assumed would result in major health-related drama. But, no. She's good. She's got a sniffle and a cough, but she's a trooper and is handling it well, as is her usual Sweetie way.Sweetie's also been pretty well behaved Amy Linderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15496005772917020822noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-23859773158843712482007-10-29T13:23:00.000-04:002007-10-29T13:24:44.456-04:00Red Sox Nation - You're welcomeIt took 86 years for the Red Sox to win a World Series. Until 2004, I come along, get pregnant and *Wham*...World Series Champions.Three years later, 2007. All of Red Sox Nation barely dared to dream that another title could be ours again so soon. I get pregnant again and *Wham*...Another World Series Championship.And did I mention the winners of Super Bowl XXXVIII and XXXIX, in 2004 and 2005,Chicky Chicky Babyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18056206889322232109noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-32193927069357683572007-10-29T09:24:00.000-04:002007-10-29T09:30:39.892-04:00Good thing we didn't have to wait 86 years again...Have you heard that the Red Sox won the World Series?Oh yeah, baby.Thanks to the Sox (well, really Fox) I haven't gotten much sleep in the past couple of weeks. I mean, really... can't the West coast just suck it up and watch a game at 4 PM? The 8:30 PM game time for us is ridiculous.But besides that, all I can say is WOW. What a post-season!Seriously, that's all I can say right now because I PinksandBluesGirlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14227588614069311168noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-9465146071802229582007-10-28T01:55:00.000-04:002007-10-28T02:10:01.966-04:00Got your brooms ready, Red Sox fans?I'm posting very late tonight because I wanted to talk about the World Series. Yes, the World Series. Like we have anything else on our collective minds these days.This has been, as of tonight, an amazing series for us Red Sox fans. More than we ever imagined, especially with the Rockies recent win loss record of 22-1, we're just creaming those Rockie Mountain boys. I thought that they might winUnknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-67052205048103663962007-10-27T09:04:00.000-04:002007-10-27T09:07:07.785-04:00You know you're in a rough spot when a middle aged librarian hands you money to shut your kids up. I was *that* mom last week when my children, Sybil and L.Blair, threw award winning tantrums at, of all places, the town library. In my defense, we are newbies in this suburb and I truly did not know that video check-out requires cold cash. And so as we were checking out and the librarian said "Life As I Know Ithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09492465378321819342noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-84406168014053715522007-10-26T12:11:00.000-04:002007-10-26T12:58:42.904-04:00One K-razy Ride!The World Series. Three incredible words.But combine these words with "The Red Sox" and you've got yourselves one wild and K-razy ride! And oh yeah... curses, broken curses, rivalries and a bit o' history.So as a child of a Boston-born-and-bred girl (my Mom, Mary Rita Burke Klaczynski, who married a dashingly handsome sailor from Detroit-by-way-of-Chicago. You still with me?), and never PinksandBluesGirlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14227588614069311168noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-80280293386744596542007-10-25T06:53:00.001-04:002007-10-25T07:55:46.271-04:00How To Really Scare Me At HalloweenGiven that a nine-year-old can work a stripper pole like a pro, a school for 11-13 year old kids feels the need to provide birth control to its students and pre-pubescent girls are posting suggestive photos of themselves on the social networking sites, I shouldn't really be surprised by the sexualization of Halloween costumes for young girls.But, I am surprised. For years, I have lived in the Fairly Odd Motherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11974404093257620566noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-68890691790837048912007-10-24T12:49:00.000-04:002007-10-24T12:51:38.786-04:00A Correlation Between Preschoolers and CookingWhile I haven't collected any specific data yet on it to run through SPSS or another similar statistics software package, there seems to be an inverse correlation between the amount of time I spend cooking food and the amount of that food that my older son who is 4 will eat. Tonight I made pasta with a tasty low-fat homemade creamy walnut sauce. This took under 10 minutes. My son ate a couple Alex Elliothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08567976812466320977noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-5759186144189639112007-10-24T07:04:00.000-04:002007-10-24T07:05:29.365-04:00Fall Comes to New EnglandHere is a wonderful slideshow of Autumn in New England. My favorite time of year. I THINK it'll finally start feeling like Autumn soon!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-89384350418999185852007-10-23T23:37:00.000-04:002007-10-23T23:44:53.825-04:00BrainlessIsn't it amazing how a few small misunderstandings, a handful of bad behavior, and a smattering of passive-aggressive can turn work from a reasonably survivable experience into a head-banging jaw-clenching ear-bleeding nightmare in a matter of days?Two weeks ago, I liked my job. I really enjoy the actual work - I'm a mostly-psychologist and do crisis assessments in the local emergency rooms - Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02778318185310548615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-12616089556605613112007-10-23T16:31:00.001-04:002007-10-23T17:05:35.840-04:00Taking a break from writing "Mrs. Mike Lowell" on my notebook long enough to say...Holy crap, we're going to the World Series. Time to grab your favorite tot, pet, spouse, stuffed animal (really, anyone within grabbing distance), crank up the sound and savor the flavor, enjoy the joyous noise, sing and dance wherever you happen to be.Red Sox Nation, Patriots Nation, these are the good old days.Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08051433364695879305noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-45537595954633586882007-10-23T09:34:00.000-04:002007-10-23T09:42:19.425-04:00In My ShoesLast night I was making dinner when I looked over my shoulder and thought to myself, “Who is that little girl stomping through the kitchen in my shoes?”I wasn’t so much questioning her identity as I was marveling at her very existence. In that moment, as I diced an onion for the horseradish pasta salad I was craving, the October air was abnormally warm in its gentle push through the windows, and Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-26341455127754572832007-10-22T10:00:00.000-04:002007-10-22T10:16:11.984-04:00Darned Motivation. Danged Sun!What I wouldn’t give for today to be cold and rainy.Depressed? No.Blue? No.At a loss of what to do? No.My problem? I am feeling motivated!What’s worse, it’s 75 degrees and sunny. On an October (my favorite month) day in Vermont (my favorite state). Well, shoot!And I? And my daughter? My biggest fear as a stay-at-home-mom has been realized.We had a great weekend. Traveling to the Keene Pumpkin Triciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12595026999757410223noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-41019686450505064082007-10-22T07:52:00.000-04:002007-10-22T07:55:01.748-04:00Raindrop or Snowflake?This morning, my 3-year-old grandson asked, "Grandma, if you could be a raindrop or a snowflake, which one would you choose?"I thought for a moment (or ten), and then made a case for each.As a raindrop, of course, I would feed the grass and the beautiful flowers in his yard. I would fill the birdbath that the visiting cardinal seems to love so much. I would make super-neat puddles to jump in (PinksandBluesGirlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14227588614069311168noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-23910399525537377982007-10-22T07:19:00.000-04:002007-10-22T09:14:44.694-04:00Forty What?I'm how old? Oh, yeah - it's my birthday! What with all the Red Sox fever in our house, it's easy to forget. I'm 42 today, which seems hard to believe, since I only feel about 27 or so. Don't get me wrong - I love being older. I'm happier within myself, and feel content with where I am in my life. I appreciate being free of the clouds of angst that followed me around through my 20's, and free Velmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06425566563311066790noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-73314788333692180572007-10-21T23:58:00.000-04:002007-10-22T00:00:44.803-04:00Here We Go Again!!!I never thought I'd be thankful for JD Drew, but if it weren't for him, who knows where we'd be? But now? We're going to the Big Show, baby! Again!!!!! I'm so friggin' excited I can't stand it. Major Bedheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17669161302510096751noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-15729248852954176682007-10-20T18:01:00.000-04:002007-10-20T18:21:14.242-04:00Standardized TestsSometimes I surprise myself. I'm not a big proponent of the standardized tests that are now required in order to graduate from high school in Massachusetts. I don't think that the test is a good one, nor do I think that the pressure to teach to the test is a great idea for curriculum. Lastly, I think it's horribly unfair to require every student to pass the test, regardless of special needs. But Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-70817046922054070842007-10-19T18:01:00.000-04:002007-10-19T18:21:34.294-04:00Waiting.Waiting. I hate it. We are interviewing for new jobs next year. A job for Dr. Science that will take us far, far away from the life we know. Not as far as Nome, or the South Pacific, but far enough. cows. 'nuff said.The main drag.farm stand. leave your money in the tin can.the river that runs through it.This, is Houlton. Only two states away. Right on the border. So close to New Brunswick, Namitohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06476552972162497517noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-90770018184361259252007-10-16T23:23:00.000-04:002007-10-16T23:28:59.536-04:00Practicing Our AccentDedicated to all of my New England friends! Enjoy!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-702065764943785782007-10-16T21:04:00.000-04:002007-10-17T09:50:51.629-04:00It's Almost That TimeI know it sounds crazy, but next month I will have to sign up my older son for preschool. "Registering in November for the next fall is crazy," you might say because it seems so early, unless you have an older child, in which case you may be surprised that I didn't have to register him earlier. A couple years ago when I started looking into preschools, I was surprised by how early registration Alex Elliothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08567976812466320977noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-68735893060086981952007-10-16T17:56:00.000-04:002007-10-16T18:14:15.020-04:00Childless DiningMy husband and I didn't have a whole lot of time together without children. We dated through college, and then got married in the middle of grad school - I was 22 and he was 24. We got married six months after the whirlwind which is Emily touched down onto our lives.I realize, now, that we squandered an awful lot of evenings out. Dinners at Pizza Hut or northern New York's answer to Red Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02778318185310548615noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-69690440690180147972007-10-16T07:07:00.000-04:002007-10-16T06:57:33.411-04:00Globally Conscious/Locally Delicious Dining ExperienceA couple weekends ago Hubby, Sweetie and I went to So. Western CT for a family wedding. It was a beautiful ceremony and a fun reception. Even the weather and perfect New England autumn landscape helped to make for one gorgeous event.Hubby and I especially loved it all because the fall wedding theme reminded us of our own wedding day - which we celebrated just two days later with an 8th Amy Linderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15496005772917020822noreply@blogger.com6