April Moments

Maybe, just maybe, telling the story is just as important as the story itself


The lost toys

Lost toys

For Cecilia’s first Christmas, I bought her a wooden, ring stacker. All of the rings are different colors, and there is a red ball that sits at the top. It reminds me of a Rudolph nose because it has a hole in it where it connects with the wooden base. What I mean is – there […]

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Gifts, giddiness and gratefulness


If you haven’t read my previous blog about birthday party craziness, it would be helpful to do so before you dive into this post. I left off with the transition from the cake-cutting chaos to the gift opening. My feelings about gift opening, though, start with my uneasiness about gifts in general. I’m sure most […]

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The drop zone

When Mike and I order calzones from D.P. Dough, I always get the Loading Zone, and he prefers the Drop Zone. Mine has breaded chicken with onions and green peppers and lots of mozzarella cheese – all wrapped in super delicious, chewy pizza dough. Mike’s Drop Zone has breaded chicken, pepperoni, mozzarella, ricotta and parmesan. […]

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I’m a believer

I am about to suggest something radical. Something crazy. Are you ready for this? Here it is: Our children want us moms to be happy. I know, I know. It sounds like someone has taken me captive, tied down my hands and threatened to use the Neti Pot on me, so I have agreed to […]

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