tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42720504485496942452012-02-01T22:45:57.423-05:00Mama bloggahs representin' the NEChicky Chicky Babyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18056206889322232109noreply@blogger.comBlogger1891100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-6914418363679342872007-11-07T17:24:00.001-05:002007-11-07T17:27:19.163-05:00

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.com57tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-42190206066029874222007-10-31T12:39:00.000-04:002007-10-31T12:53:35.598-04:00

I 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 Elliotnoreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-79309663533079541392007-10-31T06:47:00.000-04:002007-10-31T06:48:42.191-04:00

Perugininoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-86807254232942036452007-10-30T06:37:00.000-04:002007-10-30T06:39:40.569-04:00

So. 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-23859773158843712482007-10-29T13:23:00.000-04:002007-10-29T13:24:44.456-04:00

It 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-32193927069357683572007-10-29T09:24:00.000-04:002007-10-29T09:30:39.892-04:00

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-9465146071802229582007-10-28T01:55:00.000-04:002007-10-28T02:10:01.966-04:00

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 win

Margalitnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-67052205048103663962007-10-27T09:04:00.000-04:002007-10-27T09:07:07.785-04:00

You 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 Itnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-84406168014053715522007-10-26T12:11:00.000-04:002007-10-26T12:58:42.904-04:00

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-80280293386744596542007-10-25T06:53:00.001-04:002007-10-25T07:55:46.271-04:00

Given 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-68890691790837048912007-10-24T12:49:00.000-04:002007-10-24T12:51:38.786-04:00

While 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 Elliotnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-5759186144189639112007-10-24T07:04:00.000-04:002007-10-24T07:05:29.365-04:00

Here is a wonderful slideshow of Autumn in New England. My favorite time of year. I THINK it'll finally start feeling like Autumn soon!

Perugininoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-89384350418999185852007-10-23T23:37:00.000-04:002007-10-23T23:44:53.825-04:00

Isn'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 -

Katenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-12616089556605613112007-10-23T16:31:00.001-04:002007-10-23T17:05:35.840-04:00

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-45537595954633586882007-10-23T09:34:00.000-04:002007-10-23T09:42:19.425-04:00

Last 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

Binkynoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-26341455127754572832007-10-22T10:00:00.000-04:002007-10-22T10:16:11.984-04:00

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

Tricianoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-41019686450505064082007-10-22T07:52:00.000-04:002007-10-22T07:55:01.748-04:00

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-23910399525537377982007-10-22T07:19:00.000-04:002007-10-22T09:14:44.694-04:00

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-73314788333692180572007-10-21T23:58:00.000-04:002007-10-22T00:00:44.803-04:00

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-15729248852954176682007-10-20T18:01:00.000-04:002007-10-20T18:21:14.242-04:00

Sometimes 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

Margalitnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-70817046922054070842007-10-19T18:01:00.000-04:002007-10-19T18:21:34.294-04:00

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,

Implings Mamanoreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-90770018184361259252007-10-16T23:23:00.000-04:002007-10-16T23:28:59.536-04:00

Dedicated to all of my New England friends! Enjoy!

Perugininoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-702065764943785782007-10-16T21:04:00.000-04:002007-10-17T09:50:51.629-04:00

I 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 Elliotnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-68735893060086981952007-10-16T17:56:00.000-04:002007-10-16T18:14:15.020-04:00

My 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

Katenoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-69690440690180147972007-10-16T07:07:00.000-04:002007-10-16T06:57:33.411-04:00

A 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.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-7416110773197686042007-10-15T13:44:00.000-04:002007-10-15T14:10:32.656-04:00

My husband and I went to the first two games of the ALCS. (For those of you with Internet access under your rocks, it's the Boston Red Sox vs. the Cleveland Indians.)Game 1 was fabulous. And had the desired outcome for Sox fans.We stayed overnight in Boston and spent the day being "tourists" (after a delicious all-you-can-eat breakfast at the hotel!) before going to Fenway for Game 2.As you can

PinksandBluesGirlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14227588614069311168noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-39803647347155951942007-10-15T09:12:00.000-04:002007-10-15T09:15:42.631-04:00

No one can deny that payday is their favorite day of the week. But what happens when you are no longer the employee –but rather the boss? And just how much do you pay these micro employees? And just what do their job descriptions entail? At Casa Del Whirlwind, pay is at an all time low. All work is done on a volunteer basis. So far, there has been no mutiny, but I feel those days are

Whirlwindnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-47043644477389216492007-10-14T23:08:00.000-04:002007-10-15T00:50:58.082-04:00

I've always enjoyed Halloween. My husband and I met at a Halloween party, and my birthday is about a week before the 31st, so I get a lot of festive fun at the end of October. I've always enjoyed coming up with unique costumes, something that started in the 5th grade, when I borrowed a neighbor's antique hoop skirt and created a kick ass princess costume that garnered a lot of attention and

Velmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06425566563311066790noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-82153658631356110242007-10-14T12:37:00.000-04:002007-10-14T13:13:07.233-04:00

'Tis the season... for Fall Festivals. Oktoberfests. Autumn Festivals. They go by many names. And when the weather is as perfect as it was here in Rhode Island yesterday, nothing beats 'em.Yesterday Jane and I took William and Benjamin (Alexander was home taking a nap) to a fall festival hosted by Prudential Gammons Realty to benefit A.D.O.P.T., a not-for-profit volunteer organization dedicated

PinksandBluesGirlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14227588614069311168noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-92119754935489159812007-10-13T08:00:00.000-04:002007-10-12T20:24:29.131-04:00

I sit down at my beloved Dell keyboard ready to write something genius. Mind blowing. Artful. Insightful. Inspirational. Today will be my day.My fingers freeze. I see the letters and keys in front of me, but my hands are stuck. They tremble over the laptop buttons, but can't find their way through the maze of letters. Paralyzed.I have no choice but to force my fingers to type. Something.

Life As I Know Itnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-20793582219762177322007-10-12T10:01:00.000-04:002007-10-12T10:41:07.646-04:00

You know when you have a song stuck on repeat in your head? But the song is one that makes you want to poke your ear drums with sharp knives?That is my problem today. All because I heard this song on television this morning.I'm assuming that most of you New Englanders (at least those of you in Rhode Island, Connecticut and Massachusetts) have heard it on the radio or seen the commercial.I don't

PinksandBluesGirlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14227588614069311168noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-86674575196851162332007-10-12T06:53:00.000-04:002007-10-12T07:21:39.830-04:00

Last weekend we hopped in the car and meandered down the windy, hilly roads of north-western Connecticut. We brought a picnic lunch to Lake Waramaug in Litchfield County, and lounged on a small sandy beach watching brave people in bathing suits wade into the water. The sun warmed our backs as we nibbled on assorted delicacies and took in the stunning views: glassy still water; brilliant foliage

Ruth Dynamitenoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-19284010912847529472007-10-11T23:52:00.000-04:002007-10-12T00:28:27.320-04:00

Nope, not the town, although it is lovely. I'm talking grapes. The Concord grape was actually developed in Concord, by one Ephraim Wales Bull. He planted seeds on his farm, located next to Bronson Alcott's farm, from the wild grape varietal Vitis labrusca. In 1843, he started evaluating his seedlings. Over 20,000 seedlings and six years later, he settled on the perfect one. That vine still

Major Bedheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17669161302510096751noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-45621881643004487502007-10-11T20:20:00.000-04:002007-10-11T20:30:42.023-04:00

...that would be me.I'm Kate. Sarah, of the Trenches variety, and Ms. Chicky herself, have graced my inbox with their vaulted words, and I'm dipping my toe into the world of group blogging.Can you lean just a little closer for a minute? Just... pull in a little... yeah, c'mere. Okay, listen. It's kind of a secret. Ready? I'm not a real New Englander. It's a little sad, I know. I'm just a

Katenoreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-25930564123232616992007-10-11T14:51:00.000-04:002007-10-11T15:17:24.413-04:00

We were staying at a small bed & breakfast in the mid-Hudson River Valley this week when we found out--on our last day there, of course--about a nearby site that was heralded as just the balm for sore eyes. Needing no convincing, and not daunted in the least by unfavorable weather conditions, we headed out in the direction of the Catskill Mountains toward what James Fenimore Cooper called the “

Binkynoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-13955149312459482042007-10-11T06:56:00.000-04:002007-10-11T08:07:11.878-04:00

This summer, we discovered Castle Island in South Boston. Remarkably, I have lived most of my 40 years in Massachusetts, but never visited this place until a few months ago. After talking to other suburban mamas, I realized I wasn't the only one who had overlooked this place.From a historical standpoint, Castle Island is significant as the home of Fort Independence, an imposing granite fort built

Fairly Odd Motherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11974404093257620566noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-15277667991524706152007-10-10T11:26:00.000-04:002007-10-10T11:35:09.882-04:00

I recently announced over on my personal blog that my husband and I are expecting our second baby. I am beyond excited but despite the fact that it's only been two years, I am shocked at how much I have forgotten about being pregnant.That said, I am looking for advice. What does a pregnant lady eat? Let me explain. I am one of those women who don't suffer morning sickness. Or nausea. I KNOW.

Greens and Pinkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15576231871846001992noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-68204631073099974642007-10-10T10:32:00.000-04:002007-10-10T10:39:57.282-04:00

The New England Mamas support all mothers as they love and feed their babies. The League of Maternal Justice is hosting a virtual Breast Fest today. A member of the League says:We'll be asking mothers across the blogosphere to whip out their weapons of mass nourishment and feed their babies live via web cam in a Virtual Nurse-In, or to send us pics of themselves in their past or present

Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08051433364695879305noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-61197905848338914582007-10-10T08:55:00.000-04:002007-10-10T09:21:09.307-04:00

I'm currently in the Sunshine State for a family reunion. We are very fortunate that my aunt and uncle have saved their time share units for the past few years so that the whole family can use them this week. When I first heard that my aunt was hosting this reunion, I was really excited. An "excuse" to go to Disney World! However, slowly the other financial aspects of this trip started to set

Alex Elliotnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-11265723190116375532007-10-10T06:53:00.001-04:002007-10-10T06:57:52.100-04:00

The nice thing about living in New England is not having to drive far to find something totally different from your every day life. I grew up in spitting distance from Massachusetts and Rhode Island (although I never did try that) and was only a car ride from shopping at Quincy Market or sunbathing in the ocean sand. It's a glorious place to live.After I got married, I moved out here to the

Perugininoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-14504875739685598772007-10-09T19:36:00.000-04:002007-10-09T20:08:37.924-04:00

At first, it all started with the UBER chain stores. The holiday decorations popping up before Thanksgiving. The flyers showing up in my mailbox in time to make our Black Friday strategy a week or so in advance.Now, I've never been one to shop too far in advance. Black Friday has always been my green light. I'd collect online discount codes, maybe pick up a rain check or two. Nothing too

Mom on Coffeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06642533454639765522noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-49604857828536545512007-10-08T14:37:00.000-04:002007-10-08T14:39:53.255-04:00

For me, holidays are synonymous with travel. It’s not unique. It’s a common-known phenomenon—highways congested, airports overloaded. It’s my own fault. I’m the one who left home. For school, for work, for love. Because home felt elsewhere. Or because home didn’t feel like home. At different points, different places. I guess I shouldn’t complain, I brought it on myself. Packing up clothes

Tricianoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-69859242267335840062007-10-08T10:30:00.000-04:002007-10-08T10:37:17.169-04:00

“They f*ck you at the drive-thru.” I can’t recall the exact line that Joe Pesci delivered in the movie Lethal Weapon while sitting in the back seat of a car, driven by Mel Gibson, which had just left the drive-thru window. But I do recall the dozens (no, hundreds) of times that I have uttered something very similar while digging through bags of stuff, trying to find what I did order, while

PinksandBluesGirlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14227588614069311168noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-58455703212423956932007-10-07T19:25:00.000-04:002007-10-07T20:41:19.631-04:00

Holy frijole! The stars must be in alignment, because we are having the best weekend! My hubby was up in Boston for a work conference Friday afternoon and Saturday, and he managed to score tickets for Friday night's Sox game. He and our brother-in-law, who lives in NYC and was up for the weekend, went to the game and stayed all the way to the totally-not-bitter end. Go Manny! + 10 points for

Velmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06425566563311066790noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-67852675877318867122007-10-07T08:43:00.000-04:002007-10-07T09:21:43.253-04:00

Last night my husband and I had a little date night in Providence. It's only about 10 miles from where we live, but the major highway construction going on - and the resulting traffic - can make a normally 15 minute trip to the city into an hour one (seriously, it took my mom and I an hour to get through Providence just the other day).But I digress. Because last night the trip into Providence

PinksandBluesGirlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14227588614069311168noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-12379426512044734782007-10-06T04:24:00.000-04:002007-10-06T04:40:26.873-04:00

One of the big rights of passage in our high school is the big trip. Only our school, being comprised of a lot of ridiculously wealthy families, doesn't just offer the typical Washington DC, London, or maybe New York City trips. Oh no, that would be too pedestrian. They take yearly trips to Prague, Paris, London, China, Japan, Central and South America, and Israel. Oh, and Washington DC, too.

Margalitnoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-52365990801659908212007-10-05T09:37:00.000-04:002007-10-05T09:44:45.437-04:00

My oldest son William has been in Nursery School for 2 weeks now.He has loved it. But there's one thing about this whole Nursery School experience that has me scratching my head.He hasn't cried once. (Watch today be the day!)But literally, not once. Not one single tear.I'm happy that he is excited to go. I'm happy that he has met some little friends and has great teachers. I'm happy that I

PinksandBluesGirlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14227588614069311168noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-40572581268471482282007-10-05T08:50:00.000-04:002007-10-05T12:11:49.763-04:00

I've had just about enough of the modern American version of Halloween.Don't get me wrong: I'm all for dressing up in silly, scary or clever costumes and collecting bucket-loads of candy from the neighbors. Hey - I might even try to do this today. I'm pretty sure I still have my gold tooth from last year when I was Forty Cent, an up and coming rapper who was possibly related to another famous

Ruth Dynamitenoreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-53328952796590363912007-10-04T23:29:00.000-04:002007-10-05T01:12:51.049-04:00

So, I'm a little late. It's been a bad day.In an effort to get away, even if only mentally, from my oh-so-wonderful day, I decided I'd sit down and finish my book for book group tomorrow night. We're reading Peyton Place.I'd read this before, ages ago, possibly even as far back as high school (when dinosaurs still roamed the earth). I remember wondering why it was considered so salacious. Of

Major Bedheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17669161302510096751noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-85900078638122115512007-10-04T16:20:00.000-04:002007-10-04T16:34:20.112-04:00

Moe just celebrated her third birthday last weekend with a small party with friends. I didn't obsessively check the toys point of origin or give them another thought. But maybe I should have. I came across this link and my first thought is not again. We have/had? some of those Baby Einstein blocks. They may be long gone by now, I haven't seen them in awhile and have slowly been weeding out

Whirlwindnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-70851831093372288362007-10-04T09:42:00.000-04:002007-10-04T15:19:31.691-04:00

I'm not trying to be rude, but it came up at a moms dinner I attended a couple of weeks ago. And wouldn't you know it? There are mothers out there that pay - get this - $35 an hour.When I heard this, I fainted.Then, I found out that the general consensus was that $35 was a bit excessive (you think?) but that $20 an hour was fair. That's when I picked myself off the floor and started to dig

Everydaytreatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16856569036092643446noreply@blogger.com50tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-28841662351726258722007-10-04T08:20:00.000-04:002007-10-04T08:20:45.310-04:00

This coming Sunday morning, my Sis and I are running in the B.A.A. Half Marathon.Are you sick of hearing about my running exploits yet? This is my last race of the season, I promise. (Oops, except for the local Thanksgiving morning Turkey Trot, but it's only a 5K and I'm merely running it to lessen the guilt of later gorging myself on my mom's homemade stuffing and mounds of mashed potatoes.)"The

Sarahviznoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-751114424465866952007-10-03T13:09:00.000-04:002007-10-03T14:19:34.479-04:00

Last weekend the fam made its yearly pilgrimage to the Topsfield Fair. If you don't have much on tap for the coming weekend, we HIGHLY recommend you check it out! The Topsfield Fair is America's oldest agricultural fair. Agricultural barns are set up around the perimeter of the fair where you can view everything from prize-winning tomatoes and heiffers to floral displays. The real reason to hit

Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08051433364695879305noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-69891595679454143112007-10-03T10:00:00.000-04:002007-10-04T09:14:36.186-04:00

First, let me say, I am not Catholic. I was brought up in a Unitarian Church, and am a heartily humanistic agnostic woman. I have, of course, been to all kinds of weddings, Jewish, Quaker, Catholic, Protestant, and all have been beautiful. I always kind of sit through the bits that seem to be more about promoting religion than celebrating the couple with (mostly) gracious patience. But I do not

Implings Mamanoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-59233920470883248472007-10-03T08:30:00.000-04:002007-10-03T09:05:17.041-04:00

Since I'm from IL, my boys and I have done our fair share of plane trips. As we get ready to leave to go to Disney World for a family reunion, I've been reflecting on how different this trip is from other trips we've taken. Why is it different? Fun and thrills? Family members that we don't often see? No, what I've been reflecting on is the packing. When I first started traveling with my

Alex Elliotnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-33857841260808433352007-10-03T00:40:00.000-04:002007-10-03T00:42:30.248-04:00

Done your CHRISTMAS shopping?I found it crazy to see Christmas items out on store shelves last week, when it was still the month of September. Amazing. And no, I have NOT finished my shopping yet. Heck, I haven't even started any Christmas lists, never mind thought of gifts for friends and family. I still haven't gotten my kids' Halloween costumes bought yet!I understand, to some degree, why the

Perugininoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-80134399685819638872007-10-02T07:21:00.000-04:002007-10-02T06:33:11.122-04:00

Mama, remember the other days ago when our friends saw a lion and then they said, "Oh! That's not a lion, that's Sweetie!"Mama, remember days and days ago when Julia was a witch and I was a baby ladybug in the wagon?Mama, remember when we heard this song in the car and we were going to Pumpkin Day with our friends?Mama, remember the day when I was a baby and we played in the leaves outside?Yes,

Amy Linderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15496005772917020822noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-25090772798168181532007-10-01T10:28:00.001-04:002007-10-01T11:56:03.862-04:00

Ah, New England Mamas. New England ain’t so provincial after all. ‘Cuz here in Providence we are, by nature of definition, guided by God and nature. And that “nature” part is now expressed beautifully and bountifully at our very own Dr. Sketchy’s Anti-Art School. (OK. There are indeed 39 Dr. Sketchy Clubs around the world, in cities such as Melbourne, Tokyo, London, Rome and New

PinksandBluesGirlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14227588614069311168noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-17461433343459122892007-10-01T10:13:00.000-04:002007-10-01T10:18:17.062-04:00

I will apologize in advance for my lack of scintillating blog conversation and hard-hitting journalism in post form in the foreseeable future.(Uh, when did I ever do that to begin with?)I revealed on my personal blog that I am expecting baby #2, and overnight I’ve gone from being able to fight off the morning sickness (Morning. Ha! Try all day sickness) with little more than my trusty box of

Chicky Chicky Babyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18056206889322232109noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-11437704845612434662007-10-01T10:01:00.000-04:002007-10-01T10:30:53.422-04:00

Ahhh, fall... my favorite time of the year, and not just because my birthday is coming up! I've always loved fall, and sweaters, and new beginnings, and... soup. Yes, I'm serious. I am a soup lover. My husband might even go so far as to say I have a slight problem with soup. In his meat-and-potatoes view, I'm possibly a soup-a-holic. There is something about the way fall arrives just after the

Velmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06425566563311066790noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-79410787466866340432007-10-01T08:43:00.000-04:002007-10-01T08:08:59.220-04:00

Today I fulfilled another right of passage that comes with the crisp autumn air. It wasn’t as fun as picking apples, baking or getting lost in a corn maze. Today I officially pulled out the sweaters, long sleeve shirts and jeans. I pulled out the pull overs and fleece sweaters. The sneakers and thin hats. And in there place, in the big empty tub, I put away the sun dresses, the tank

Whirlwindnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-51176271692986643342007-09-30T08:36:00.001-04:002007-09-30T09:02:47.639-04:00

Tickets to the game: $40 face value (obviously higher if you buy from a third party)Parking so you don't have to walk 5 miles to the park: $30Baseball glove to catch a fly ball: $15Camera to take pictures that will make friends jealous: $100Cash to yield an overpriced beer, hot dog and soda: $45A beautiful Sunday afternoon at Fenway Park with my husband, mom and dad: PricelessIf you need me today

PinksandBluesGirlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14227588614069311168noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-78598171883929638732007-09-29T14:34:00.000-04:002007-09-29T14:42:31.209-04:00

Have you seen some strange booth-like shacks in people's backyards and driveways in the past few days? Seen people having lunch and dinner in these little shacks? Entertaining their friends and family with big dinners and then singing until late into the night? Want to know what these people are doing, and why the little shacks appear and then disappear a few days later?This is the festival of

Margalitnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-70133688502562589572007-09-28T08:28:00.000-04:002007-09-28T08:41:59.487-04:00

I love big families. I love the constant noise and fuss. I love sitting around the table with a huge family eating dinner. I love seeing all the stockings hanging. I love the fighting and laughing and playing. I love it all. I’m one of 4 kids in my family. I have 3 kids of my own (so far!). My cousin has 4 kids. And (ironically enough) all of my close girlfriends want 3-4 children. At

PinksandBluesGirlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14227588614069311168noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-50755025787426671352007-09-28T06:25:00.000-04:002007-09-28T09:02:36.443-04:00

It's not every day that brilliant, world-renowned tech gurus like Craig Newmark (founder of craigslist), Jimmy Wales (founder of Wikipedia), danah boyd (expert on online social networks like Blogger and myspace, to name just two), and Jonathan Zittrain (Technologist, Oxford Professor, Lawyer, and all-around genius) stop by to chat.On Wednesday, October 3rd in Hartford, CT, that's exactly what

Ruth Dynamitenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-88459033111854117762007-09-27T21:36:00.001-04:002007-09-27T22:23:49.264-04:00

(As I was writing this, I was also, surprise, surprise, watching the Red Sox playing the Twins. Bottom of the 8th, 2 outs, 2 men on, Sox down by one and it is pouring rain. Not one single person has left Fenway Park. That, my friends, is dedication. That is a true fan.)(Edited to add: Dammit!! Youk struck out to lose the game. Fuckfuckfuckfuckityfuckfuck.)I know a couple of my fellow Mamas

Major Bedheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17669161302510096751noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-25327485719669524102007-09-27T07:10:00.000-04:002007-09-27T07:41:15.522-04:00

"Would you ever consider moving?"Fairly Odd Father (otherwise known as my husband) asked the question casually, having just returned from a week-long conference in North Carolina ("really nice weather!", "the people are so friendly!").I paused before answering in the most passive-aggressive manner possible, saying, "Only if it is for a year, and we don't have to sell the house".In other words, "

Fairly Odd Motherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11974404093257620566noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-13711732490066028032007-09-27T06:28:00.000-04:002007-09-27T06:28:40.840-04:00

What can I say, I'm a glutton for punishment. My sister and I ran a 10-mile road race this past weekend in Harvard, MA. (We actually drove right by the road that leads to the Nashoba Valley Winery--a NE Mamas meetup site a few weeks ago.)The race started and ended at the Fruitlands Museum. The autumn views were breathtaking and I certainly would have enjoyed them much more had I not been too

Sarahviznoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-65110062444097859192007-09-26T12:43:00.000-04:002007-09-26T12:57:08.540-04:00

I fully admit that I am a bit of an outlier here, as my blogging tendencies don't tend to run in the mommy realm. I blog, and I'm a mom - but often the twain do not meet. That said, I feel that here I can let my mommy flag fly - and so I shall.In a similar vein, I work, and I'm a mom. I don't often think of myself as a "working mom" because I tend to feel like when I am at work, I'm a worker.

Greens and Pinkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15576231871846001992noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-54105401464374552262007-09-26T00:00:00.000-04:002007-09-26T01:08:55.149-04:00

Growing up right outside Chicago, I can count on one hand the number of times I went apple picking. There was one time I went as part of a father-daughter group called Indian Princesses when I was in first grade. Every year the swim team would go when I was in high school. That brings it to about five times total. All five of these times were really fun, but the apple orchard was nowhere near

Alex Elliotnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-56677765485175012042007-09-25T23:28:00.000-04:002007-09-25T23:31:09.872-04:00

I can't believe how fast the leaves are changing color. In fact, many are falling to the ground now, and it just became "Autumn" although it has felt more like summer as of late.Autumn. I like that word a lot better than Fall. Yes, Autumn. It is my favorite season of the 4 we experience here in New England.beautiful colors - from the leaves to clothes to food - things look so rich and

Perugininoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-35919694239785376292007-09-25T21:23:00.001-04:002007-09-25T22:29:15.021-04:00

Today my thermometer read 87 F. In Maine. And its almost October.Our trees look like this: As for us, well, we looked like this:Don't get me wrong, I love that the glorious days of summer seem to be popping up once a week, but all the New Englanders out there know what it means. We are in for it this winter. I give it a month, month and a half tops, before the ski resorts open. Think I'm kidding?

Mom on Coffeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06642533454639765522noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-70953269610590605332007-09-25T07:52:00.000-04:002007-09-25T08:59:37.240-04:00

The Boss likes to ogle the lobster tank every time we pass the seafood section of the supermarket. I am nothing if not accommodating. I halt the sticky, bent wheels of a cart that is, without fail, totally gimpy, and we stare into the moving mountains of crustaceans."Silly lobsters!" The Boss likes to say as one or two scamper over each other while the rest just lay there."Hmmmm..." I like to say

Binkynoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-77289736467239044712007-09-24T09:55:00.000-04:002007-09-24T10:37:57.558-04:00

There's a restaurant in my parents' town that has one of those good for nothin' claw machines.You know what I'm talking about. They're in movie theaters, arcades and some restaurants for children (ha!) to try to win a cheap stuffed animal by grabbing it with a four-pronged stainless steel contraption. All in 20 seconds or less. And my two little nephews William and Alex always insist on throwing

PinksandBluesGirlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14227588614069311168noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-32069483354905208242007-09-24T08:24:00.000-04:002007-09-24T09:55:52.616-04:00

A girl from Belmont, MA died on the soccer field where she was playing on Saturday. She ran off the field and into her father's arms... where she collapsed. She never regained consciousness. Her name was Maeve. She was only six years old.My heart goes out to her parents. I can't imagine what it would be like to lose a child at such a young age, preexisting condition or not. The grief must

Chicky Chicky Babyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18056206889322232109noreply@blogger.com124tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-73349904877208141562007-09-24T00:08:00.000-04:002007-09-24T00:12:39.153-04:00

Caw! Caw! Caw! Caw! Caw!At the narrow edge of the Guatemalan rug, the thin, curly-haired, red-headed, previously demure woman opens and closes her hands at us, cawing, open-mouthed and open-palmed, we will soon discover, like a crow.Prior to her birdlike outburst she had welcomed us, business-like, as we entered the dance studio one by one with our kids in tow. “You must be Georgia,” she says to

Tricianoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-12150654774958417992007-09-23T14:48:00.001-04:002007-09-23T15:27:53.636-04:00

The least expected moments in our lives are often the ones that create the greatest impact.I had one such moment yesterday.At first, it seemed like such an ordinary thought. "I wonder what time it is."Ah, there's a clock.But it was more than a clock. It was a reminder, a recollection of sorts... yes, possibly even a nudge from the angels who have gone before me.There on the clock, in plain

PinksandBluesGirlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14227588614069311168noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-60411321858562435212007-09-23T13:33:00.000-04:002007-09-23T13:40:17.233-04:00

I’ve spent the last week with a miserable cold. Deaf from the congestion in my ears, exhausted and phlegmy, I’ve struggled to make it through each day gracefully and have failed utterly. This week has been challenging, and I found myself wishing the kids weren’t feeling quite so well themselves so I’d get a break. It’s a question that returns with fall each year in my house: is it better to

Velmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06425566563311066790noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-90238636107111292352007-09-22T08:00:00.000-04:002007-09-21T21:07:23.306-04:00

Lately I find that I have to pause and think when someone asks me the dreaded (and tacky?) question, "So...how old are you?". I had always assumed that this subject was off limits in casual conversation. Right up there with politics and religion. Apparently I was wrong.Since we moved to our new house, countless (ok, maybe not really countless, but many) new neighbors have inquired about my age.

Life As I Know Itnoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-44826222057180475332007-09-21T10:00:00.000-04:002007-09-20T23:34:46.225-04:00

My family is an old one..we are descendants of some of the first families of New England. My parents claim they can trace back our ancestry to William Bradford on one side, and William Brewster on the other. There is a sea captain (by marriage) on my Dad's side, and some speculation that there were some interracial marriages early on into the Wampanoag tribe. On my Mom's side, we can only trace

Implings Mamanoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-72647614941308957672007-09-21T09:44:00.000-04:002007-09-21T10:15:28.604-04:00

I have a friend coming here today from New York for a weekend visit. She has never been to Rhode Island. It's my chance to play tour guide, show off my surroundings.And I am at a loss.I mean, when I want to do something fun and different, I go somewhere. Someplace, well... different.So now that my place is someplace different for someone else, I feel like a total disappointment to my little

PinksandBluesGirlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14227588614069311168noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-13359056981988574602007-09-21T07:20:00.001-04:002007-09-21T10:18:22.934-04:00

Today it will be 85 degrees and sunny in Connecticut.My children went to school wearing shorts, and my hanging baskets of weeping petunias boast new fuchsia blooms.Local fruit orchards are bursting with apples, peaches, pears, and plums, and it seems almost criminal not to retire to the kitchen and bake them into pies.I had every intention of doing just that. Armed with overflowing bags of

Ruth Dynamitenoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-78827309391423422032007-09-20T13:39:00.000-04:002007-09-20T20:06:24.671-04:00

My oldest son will officially be ready for preschool next fall. He currently goes to a toddler program and I'm pretty happy with it - except for the fact that he has to go for six hours a day. That means that I'm paying for him to nap there when he could easily nap at home for free. I tried to see if the center had any flexibility on that six-hour minimum - like could he attend for four

Everydaytreatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16856569036092643446noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-47550786871601648362007-09-20T10:53:00.000-04:002007-09-20T11:25:56.705-04:00

Dear Mr. Francona,A 1.5 game lead? 1.5??? We had 14.5 games on the *spit* Yankees and you've pissed it all away. And listen, I know you want to give Eric Gagne a chance, but for the sake of my blood pressure, could you just not use him when the game is on the line? Don't turn into Grady Little on me. Thank you.With much nervousness,Major BedheadDear Mr. Farrell,Could you please explain to

Major Bedheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17669161302510096751noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-65513575434769200852007-09-20T08:46:00.000-04:002007-09-20T09:06:24.389-04:00

2 days ago, Eldest and Middle played at my Sis's house. She delivered them back to the Trenches after feeding them (!) and bathing them (YES!)Middle paraded into the house, wearing nothing but a Derek Jeter shirt and proclaimed loudly, arms outstretched, "Introducing........the newest Yankees fan!" (he had obviously been well coached.)Needless to say, my Sis loooooves to f*ck with my Hubby.Before

Sarahviznoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-89742017780433765552007-09-19T19:45:00.001-04:002007-09-19T20:10:54.333-04:00

I am nothing if not consumed by beauty products. I am also a sucker for a. pretty packaging and b. what bloggers I like rave about on the internet. So, I thought I'd post my own take on the products I myself love. I posted a similar entry on my personal blog a while back - my favorite splurges as well as my favorite steals. I would love it if you'd post yours too. Because after all, who

Greens and Pinkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15576231871846001992noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-64787764577745004602007-09-19T09:32:00.000-04:002007-09-19T09:48:58.231-04:00

We go to the Big E every year.The Big E, or The Eastern States Exposition, is like the world's fair, but geared towards New Englanders. It has rides, food, animals, vendors, entertainment - something for everyone. It's located in West Springfield, Mass, not far from the Connecticut/Massachusetts line.My first visit was back when I was in high school. I was in the marching band, and we were

Perugininoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-61224649819893516442007-09-18T21:50:00.000-04:002007-09-19T09:49:44.043-04:00

For the past 4 years, my husband and I have made a point of taking a trip to Freeport Maine in September. Our family is out of state, so we do something different every year for the holidays. Thus we don't have many traditions around the holidays. Last year when we realized that we were enjoying our third September trip in a row, we knew we could rightfully call it a tradition.Our first trip

Alex Elliotnoreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-42025360479251403002007-09-18T07:53:00.000-04:002007-09-18T09:06:43.681-04:00

The Partner, The Boss, the dog, and I rode over to Rhode Island last night to take a gander at a 1989 27' Gulf Stream Conquest motor home we discovered on Craig's List. After The Boss jumped all over the queen sized bed in the back, after I inspected each and every crack and crevice of closet or cabinet space, and after The Partner took the behemoth for a spin, hands were shaken. Words like "

Binkynoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-72856621289674113222007-09-18T07:15:00.000-04:002007-09-18T06:35:11.484-04:00

The weather is cooling, and it seems as if it's for good (more or less, that is - we are in New England after all). So yesterday's Big Project was packing away most of Sweetie's summer clothes and bringing out her fall/winter stuff.Luckily for us, Sweetie has inherited about 95% of her wardrobe, since birth, from a friend of mine whose daughter is a few years older than Sweetie. This has been an

Amy Linderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15496005772917020822noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-277219758250978792007-09-17T08:30:00.000-04:002007-09-17T09:09:32.453-04:00

Yesterday, my husband, daughter and I took a meandering drive down rt. 140, past rolling hillsides and dense woods, before finally getting on rt. 2 to our final destination - the North Quabbin Garlic and Arts Festival in Orange, MA.This was our second time attending the festival. We believe the abundance of fresh, locally grown garlic and other organic produce is well worth the crowds, as this

Chicky Chicky Babyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18056206889322232109noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-61318885447211908712007-09-17T08:00:00.000-04:002007-09-17T01:14:52.781-04:00

“Is there going to be a playground there?”That was the most pressing question on the way to the Nashoba Valley Winery on Friday. At least to Audrey’s 3-year-old, William.We were on our way to meet up with four of the New England Mamas and their families for some apple picking and picnicking. Oh yeah, and wine.I looked at my mom, who was driving. “I told him we were going apple picking with

PinksandBluesGirlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14227588614069311168noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-6500628935604271932007-09-17T07:00:00.000-04:002007-09-17T07:00:38.739-04:00

It's hard to imagine not having the comforts of technology we do.Growing up (not so long ago) we never had a personal computer. I remember using a type writer to type term papers as a freshman, sophomore and even junior in high school. I think it was sometime late in my junior year that we got a computer in my home. But then it was just for typing papers. Sometime in my senior year, we ended

Whirlwindnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-27346407427490681632007-09-15T14:52:00.001-04:002007-09-15T15:03:04.149-04:00

That chill in the air? The scent of wood burning in someone's fireplace? The flame bushes in front of the library turning red? The squirrels going 'nuts' (pun intended) under your trees, looking for things to store for winter? Your grass greening up again for one last push before it dies off under all that snow?Yup, it's that time. Summer seems like it's officially gone by. It's time to put the

Margalitnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-33608282838247521572007-09-15T14:39:00.000-04:002007-09-15T14:51:02.081-04:00

Last year I missed Blogtoberfest but I heard it was a blast. People posted about how much fun they had, how interesting it was to meet other Boston area bloggers, and how many new ideas they got about posting. It was organized by Jenny, of All Eyes on Jenny, who is an artist and has a funny blog about the single life in Boston. Ah, memories!Well, like all great things, Blogtoberfest is returning

Margalitnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-82563638512530589622007-09-13T19:40:00.001-04:002007-09-13T21:31:34.546-04:00

(Umm...yeah, that big, hulking mass of a football player would be my Eldest. #7.) What's your take on the latest news splattered all over the headlines nationwide about the New England Patriots?Disappointment?Anger?Embarassment?You probably can relate to this--trying to raise your children, run a household, go to work...I feel like my Hubby and I, at times, lead parallel lives. Since news of

Sarahviznoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-63900999453594554352007-09-13T11:02:00.000-04:002007-09-13T11:21:36.574-04:00

On Labor Day, I entered our local Stop and Shop and was rendered speechless. I was in shorts and flip-flops at the time and I had purposefully walked by the display of mums without making eye contact. "Not yet" I said to myself "it's too early." But as soon as I entered the store, I was eye-to-eye with a towering, menacing snow globe full of wretched, plastic blow-up figures engulfed in blowing

Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08051433364695879305noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-63944463338158383112007-09-12T08:10:00.000-04:002007-09-13T07:27:47.459-04:00

This week has been typical pre-autumnal fare in New England. A tropical day followed by a sweatshirt day followed by a knee-high rubber boots day. Now the sun shines again, and somewhere in the yellow I find the energy and strength to recap for you the meteorological schizophrenia.On Monday it occured to me that I am far more optimistic than I give myself credit for. It was a startling

Binkynoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-17669053276960405182007-09-11T08:46:00.001-04:002007-09-11T09:56:10.273-04:00

Like a lot of people I tuned into MTV on Sunday night to watch Britney Spears on the VMAs attempt a musical comeback and, like a lot of people, I watched Brit Brit sleepwalk her way through her routine with some sense of glee. I know it's not right to gain satisfaction from watching another's demise, but Britney makes it so damn hard not to.She dominates the gossip pages and websites. Her

Chicky Chicky Babyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18056206889322232109noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272050448549694245.post-9381955397542866572007-09-10T08:49:00.000-04:002007-09-10T09:55:01.481-04:00

One of the things I love about living on Cape Cod is the way the people leave at the end of August. Don't get me wrong - I'm not a tourist-hater - but the drop in population (and traffic) is always welcome. Since we moved here almost 8 years ago, the year-round population has increased to almost 250,000 residents spread throughout the Cape. In contrast, I read a recent article that said almost 6

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