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Do I miss my single days? Not for a minute. The agony of is he going to call? Did he like me? Do I really need to go on ANOTHER blind date? My brother in law is single (honestly, I cant understand why. He is such a great guy but that's neither here nor there) I admit, I live vicariously through him when he starts dating someone. I love hearing about what they have planned, the anticipation of the next date and the potential that she could be THE ONE. I don't miss my single days but I do sometimes miss the freedom of life before children. The days where Dear Husband and I could go to the movies anytime we wanted and not need to line up a babysitter. The days where, spur of the moment, we could plan for a weekend getaway or dinner at a nice restaurant. I miss my Sunday afternoon naps and watching Lifetime movies while Derek watched football downstairs. Would I trade this life for that? Not in a heartbeat. I went through hell and back to have my two boys but boy....those care fre

Stupid questions I always wonder about.. how often should I really be washing my bras? Does everyone change their bedsheets weekly? Why are cereal boxes only half full when you first open them? (Especially Honey Bunches of Oh's..my favorite) Why do shows insist on bringing back dead characters? (This Denny thing on Grey's totally lost my interest) Why do I lose 2lbs during the week but instantly gain it back on the weekends? Things that make me go hmmmm...

It's my favorite holiday of all time. Thanksgiving. I love the smell of my Mom's kitchen, the food, the family...all that good stuff. Each year after people start to leave and the leftovers get wrapped up, my brother and I stand in the kitchen and eat more turkey, nibble on whatever leftover stuffing there may be and pick away at the remainders of the green bean casserole. HEAVEN! So, what are you thankful for this year? I'm thankful for the obvious...health, my amazing sons, loving husband, family, a roof over my head, yada yada.... what am I REALLY thankful for? An escape on Thursday nights watching Grey's Anatomy (and again on Sundays with Brothers and Sisters) The 2.5hrs/day I now have to myself while Youngest is at preschool The fact that it's now Winter and I can wear jeans and heavy sweaters and cover over the 10lbs that I STILL have not lost addicting games on Facebook that keep my mind occupied when I'm having a bad day Email My husband letting

The boys had been looking forward to going to see a "Diego" movie Saturday AM. Youngest was on the mend so we packed into the car with Baby Jaguar in hand (because who can see a Diego movie unaccompanied by sidekick Baby Jaguar?) We enter the movie and Dear Husband goes to purchase the tickets. "I'm sorry. It's actually not Diego today. There was a problem with the movie. It's Dora instead". I look at Youngest  knowing what comes next. Too late..the tears are already formed. Here it comes.." NO! I WANT DIEGO NOT DORA". Tears, more tears...wait? I can still have popcorn? Okay. I'll see Dora. Oldest, could have cared less because he will only last 20 minutes tops before he gets edgy to leave. We managed to sit through two Dora "movies" (aka,videos) and head back home. I step in the door to hear someone talking into my answering machine. "So Abby, as soon as you get this bring youngest back to the ER...." "WHAT? HELLO

Youngest has been sick for about a week with a cold and a cough. Nothing earth shattering until Wednesday morning came and he told me his stomach hurt. When he pointed to his stomach it was actually his chest. Figured I better get it checked out. I'm a smart Mom like that. We went into the peds where I was told he had pneumonia. As a Mom of a former trached child who lived on a ventilator for almost 2 yrs, I have to tell you, I wasn't in a panic over the word pneumonia. We went home and he napped. 2 hrs later he woke up wheezing and not breathing well. I hemmed and hawed over taking him to the ER. I told him we may have to go to the hospital and he said no. An hour later he said "Mommy. I want to go to the hospital". Clearly, another big indicator my child was sick. Fortunately my Mom was around to come over and wait for oldest to get home from school while youngest  and I ventured over to the  ER. (A beautiful new setup I must add and never was I seen so quickly by

For two weeks straight, the boys asked "how many more days till Halloween?" Each day I counted down with them, watching the excitement in their eyes as it got closer and closer. Friday AM, October 31st, youngest woke up yelling HAPPY HALLOWEEN! Excitement was in the air. The day began and it then became "how much longer till trick or treating?" A day seems like a lifetime to a 3 and a 5 yr old boy (especially the three year old sweet eater) The time came...trick or treating time! We got dressed, costumes got put on and we made our way out into the warm air. Youngest saw his first group of children dressed up "I DONT LIKE HALLOWEEN. I'M ALL DONE. How many more days till we can go to the Zoo again?" And so...that folks, is the life of a 3 year old.