tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-343698932012-02-09T17:35:17.346-05:00Sarahviznoreply@blogger.comBlogger11671100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34369893.post-2868046463580384352012-02-07T12:06:00.001-05:002012-02-07T12:09:54.079-05:00

Ho hum, it's the day before my 39th birthday and I'm feeling pretty blah.  The exercise routine has (predictably) lost steam.  I made it to Level 3, Day 3 of Jillian's 30 Day Shred before puttering out.  Sleep is soooo much more fun at 5am than exercise! (I need to get back on track.  Which essentially means...I need to start running again.) Everyone in my Trenches is fighting some sort of head

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Dear Playroom, It is with bittersweet nostalgia that I compose this ode to you.  You have been there for us from the very beginning--from the time we moved into our Trenches when I was 4 months pregnant with our firstborn.  At first, you were an office.  A dreary space with a lone desk and some random furniture.  But that didn't last for long, as new baby boy after new baby boy joined our family

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Please allow me to indulge in a little bit of Working Mom Wallowing today. (The Mom Guilt - it eats away at one's insides, no?) I sit here, feeling awful. Baby has been hacking and coughing and sniffling all this week. But he's my toughie. He NEVER EVER complains. (Just wipes his nose on his sleeve and moves on.) He doesn't have a fever. However. I can tell he feels like crap. Yet he

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My family's joy over the return of my brother from Afghanistan this month was short and (bitter)sweet. You see, he has volunteered to go back. When he got sent home, it was unexpected.  He was mentally prepared to be there until August.  80 came home, 80 stayed.  Luck of the draw. Except now they need 7 more to volunteer to go back until August.  And out of the 80 of those who came home, my

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My boyz are obsessed with the show "Finding Bigfoot" on the Animal Planet channel.  Our DVR is chock-full of episodes, and every time I enter the room, there the 3 of them are, eyes glued to the screen.  (Nevermind Bigfoot, now THAT is a phenomenon!  3 boyz sitting quietly and NOT fighting?!) Honestly, I haven't given the show much attention.  While they are watching, I am usually making a

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You know when it's either *that time of the month* or when you're feeling stressed? You feel it start to form. That red bump. Usually on your face, and of course just conspicuous enough to not be hidden by any turtleneck, scarf, etc... That red bump that grows. Right from the get-go, you know it's not gonna be a *normal* one. One that behaves appropriately. One that cooperates. One that

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In order to try to get myself back into the habit of blogging, I thought I'd write this fun post about things I have never done before... Believe it or not, the idea for this came about as I was in the salad bar line at work, watching someone put clumps of tofu (I believe that's the technical term) on their salad.  And I thought to myself, "Hmmm...I have honestly NEVER tried tofu before." So I.

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I'm sure you've noticed that there has been lots of radio silence in this space lately. Safe to say, I seem to have lost that loving feeling my blogging mojo. So much so that I couldn't even find the words to do a birthday post for Hubby yesterday on his 42nd birthday. Hubby has made it clear that he doesn't really want to be written about, whether it's here or on Facebook.  Sometimes I have

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Some items of note: 1. I sooo wish my family and I had been able to be at the airport as well. You know my boyz would have been CUH-RAZY with excitement. 2. Speaking of, I kinda love how my Nephew is humping Dan's leg. 3. My brother Mike KNEW that the news cameras would be there, so he totally prepped for the cameras. Poser.

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So remember when I took a blogging break and switched over to Wordpress? Yeah, that. I learned something about myself. I am not technical.  And more importantly, I'm not great at learning new things.  I procrastinate.  I dread.  I complain.  I ignore. And thus this here blog has started collecting cobwebs and dust. And my brain is filled to the brim with blog posts. All because Wordpress

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I don't think I have ever been as excited for a movie to come out as I am for The Hunger Games.  You guys, I am like a rabid fourteen year old Fan Girl or something.  March 23rd!  (You can even "like" it on Facebook.)  Please tell me that you have read all 3 books.  I don't think we can be friends if you haven't. Thank you for all your kind words and reassurance about Middle's dental experience.

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Middle had been complaining of a toothache for a few days, constantly putting his fingers in his mouth and picking at a molar on the right side. I knew it was something I couldn't just ignore. And so yesterday, on our day off, I took a chance and called our (new) dentist's office.  They could get him in at 2:00. We had to switch dentists this year due to a change in our insurance.  We had all

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Buddy, This morning you woke up and you were ten.  TEN!  Double digits from now on, dude.  Momma remembers so clearly when you were born.  And then those first few years when you were our only child.  All our waking attention was focused on you, and only you. But when brothers #2 and #3 came along, you responded brilliantly.  Being the best Big Brother ever.  The Leader.  The Protector.  The

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I'm not one to usually take internet tests but as a former psychology major (Which?  Can we be real?  Obtaining a bachelor's degree in psychology pretty much qualifies you to ask either "Would you like fries with that? or "Paper or plastic?"  In other words...there's not a whole helluva lotta jobs out there for someone with a bachelor's in psychology.  Kinda why I ended up becoming a paralegal.),

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Oops.  I realized I haven't written here in a few days.  But folks, I got nothing. And so?  You get random: --Eldest is turning 10 next week.  Ten!  All he's asking for is an iPod touch.  And so, that's all he's getting. I blinked...and then he was turning double digits.  Hold me. --We had Open House this week.  I was actually kinda scared of Eldest's fourth grade teacher.  She's pretty umm...

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I have always been quite random when it comes to running sneakers.  Sometimes Nike, sometimes Adidas, sometimes Saucony... My last pair of sneakers were these trendy Nikes, which, truth?  Yes, they looked cool, but man, they jacked up my knees. I had never shopped for sneakers at a specialty running store before, but I was thinking that that was exactly what I needed to do this time.  Have

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(Don't forget about my crockpot giveaway!  Enter to win here.) When visitors enter my Trenches, they frequently exclaim, "But your house is so clean!  How do you do it with three boys AND working full-time??" Confession (said in a *whisper*):  My house is not CLEAN.  My house is SURFACE CLEAN. Let's just be clear--there is a huDge difference. I hate clutter.  I hate piles.  I hate things

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This weekend, I FINALLY got around to lugging up from the basement all the supplies we had gathered for the troops (from my brother Dan's going-away party).  The boyz were eager to help me unload the entire stash on our dining room table and paw through it.  Baby was miffed he couldn't keep any of the candy for himself, so when it came time for each of them to pack a box, Baby packed ALL the

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Now that it's full-fledged autumn here in New England, with the leaves changing, the air cooling and football season in full swing, I start to get hungry for "fall" foods.  Like chili.  And ribs.  And beef stew.  Yummmm... But being a full-time working mom with 3 boyz on 3 separate football teams, family meals are a rarity. Enter Stage Left:  the crockpot Enter Stage Right:  the Relish! website

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This summer, when we were holed up in a hotel in Connecticut for Eldest's regional baseball tournament, I got up early one morning, thinking that I would do a good deed.  I would find a laundromat and wash stinky baseball uniforms, dammit! I hauled Middle and Baby with me, in search of a laundromat that was supposedly "right down the road." And hey, it was! Except their machines weren't

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5 years ago today, I sat down at my desktop computer in the basement, opened a blogspot account, and started this blog.  Back in September of 2006, my life looked like this: Holy shit What seems like just yesterday... ...happens in the blink of an eye, you guys I have written 1,167 posts in that time. I went from part-time employment at a law firm; to full-time employment commuting into Boston;

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A Tuesday. I was 36 weeks pregnant. Lumbering and uncomfortable as I boarded the 7:22 a.m. commuter rail bound for my job at a law firm in Boston. Arrived at work after 8. Was chatting on the phone with a friend, discussing our baby showers that had both taken place that weekend. Mine on Saturday, hers on Sunday (our poor collective friends!) while our hubbies frollicked in New York City at a

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If you give Sarah a cookie, she's going to politely decline. She's going to say no because she's dieting.  Again. She will instead ask for a glass of water. If you give Sarah a glass of water, she will explain that she's quitting caffeine. And she will then probably tell you about her Coke Zero addiction. If you give Sarah a glass of water, she will drink it. And will politely excuse herself to

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As I've bitched complained written about before, we own a woodstove that we use to primarily heat our Trenches during the frigid New England winters. Said woodstove needs fuel. In the form of wood. So Hubby had a humongous load of firewood delivered this weekend. [Insert your getting wood/having wood dirty joke here.  We've pretty much beat it to death.] [Heh.  Beat it to death.]

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Sometimes, I'm a total Social Butterfly.  I seek out others, I make conversation, I am engaging and witty.  I plan Girls Nights.  I organize.  I cajole others to join in.  I'm FUN, dammit.  Other times, notsomuch.  I'm a total Antisocial Flutterby.  (Get it?  Butterfly-flutterby?  I kill me.)  The thought of having to hold a conversation with anyone else fills me with dread.  I lower my eyes. 

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Starting out a new school year with a 4th grader, a 2nd grader and a 1st grader! (Not pictured:  The Mother and Father celebrating with high-fives and fist pumps once the school bus pulled away.)

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Every morning I think about running. Key word being "think".  I don't actually "do". Every evening after work, I think about how I *should* try to squeeze in a run. But I don't. That all changed yesterday. I'm not sure if I have quite hit rock bottom, but I'm definitely pretty close.  And by rock bottom, I mean being so utterly sick of myself and the way I feel that I FINALLY start to make

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These Are the Things I Know I Should Do When I'm In a Funk: 1.  Exercise, because the adreneline rush actually DOES make me feel better. 2.  Eat healthy, because I'm already feeling bad about myself.  Do I want to feel fat too?  Nope. 3.  Take a break and actually get down on the floor and play games with my children.  Snuggles also help. 4.  Appreciate the fact that my husband loves me no matter

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Last year:  Football 2010 Last week:  Football 2011

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To prepare for the start of the new school year, I have finally figured out a way to lessen the chaos:  I take each boy shopping ALONE. Yes, it's three times the energy/patience/mileage...but it's oh-so-worth it for my preshus sanity. (Related:  My boys take after their father and are not good shoppers.  The end.) School supply lists are studied.  The wardrobes are perused to see what's needed

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We really haven't had much luck when it comes to sneaker shopping for Middle. Remember this?! The irony:  He STILL prefers to wear his cousin's hand-me-down Nikes over those damn Pumas that cost us our marriage $60! (So, I win.) This week, Gramma and Poppa so kindly offered to take all 3 boyz back-to-school sneaker shopping.  Hubby and I heartily agreed because we're no fools. So, Eldest's

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Was it really just one week ago?! Boy on scooter vs. bike.  Bike wins. Well, the stitches were taken out this morning, and... Lookit me, Momma--I'm all better now! Whew. **** Pssst...I would love it (and you) if you would vote for my blog here, for a Boston blogging award... Oh, and here (please don't hate me for pimpin' my shizz) for a photography contest... Hugs and kisses to all!

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Having so many people know about this little space of mine is both a blessing and a curse.  A blessing because, hello?  I kinda like the recognition that goes along with being a "Digital Mom".  Otherwise, I'd be keeping a handwritten journal tucked into my bedside drawer.  And there are perks. Making extra money, meeting new people, experiencing new opportunities. These are all adventures

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I love when someone else captures the essence of my boyz from behind their camera lens.  As The Mother, it seems like I am ALWAYS the one snapping the photos, preserving the memories. When I first started blogging, back in late 2006, this was our Christmas card that year, courtesy of my fab photog friend Jodie: Flash forward to now:  Almost 5 years and over 1,100 blog posts later. These are my

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Earlier this summer, I was invited by The Motherhood to cook with Lawry's for a "spicy summer contest". It was a trifecta of awesomeness:  (1) Hanging out with local blog friends (2) to chat and eat a meal all while (3) getting paid! Our challenge:  To come up with new yummy twists on three of our favorite summer recipes using Lawry's spices.  The recipe theme we were assigned was "large group

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Well, I made it through almost 10 years of Motherhood without a rushed Emergency Room visit rife with blood.  Pretty good for a mother of 3 little boyz, eh? That ended yesterday. Let's call this:  Little Boy On Scooter Meets Back Of Big Brother's Bike I got the call at work from Hubby. "Hi dear.  Your parents called me.  I'm at home, and it seems we are headed to the ER.  Baby split his head..."

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Baseball season is officially over. It is bittersweet.  Bitter because the game that eliminated us was certainly winnable (is too a word!) and thus ended the (LONG) season.  Sweet because now we're only focused on ONE sport--football.  A sport that Hubby is merely assistant-coaching, not head-coaching.  (It will be nice to have my husband back.) So after winning the Western Mass State

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So...Granny 911 is back in town with us until almost the end of August.  Except, this time?  She brought her sidekick. Poppa!  (My dad.) Yep, that's right.  Both of my parents living with us.  Full-time.  For almost 3 more weeks.  So here's my list of pros and cons about the situation at hand: PROS TO HAVING BOTH MY PARENTS UNDER MY ROOF.  ALL DAY, EVERY DAY: 1.  I have not even had to LOOK

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Earlier this summer, I had the pleasure of co-hosting (my very first) family blogger event with Belkin Family Lookout Farm in Natick, MA.  Located on 180 acres, this farm is one of the oldest continuously working farms in America!  Less than 20 miles from Boston! Who knew?! Chock-full of sights and activities for children of all ages, the farm promotes healthy outdoor family fun with its train

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(To be sung to "Mamas, Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Cowboys") Mamas, don't let your children collect rocks in their pockets.Don't let 'em keep treasures or change in their shorts.So make sure you check before you do laundry, my dear.Mamas don't let your children collect rocks in their pockets.'Cause they'll never be found and they're always around...Eventually BREAKING YOUR *%$# WASHING

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1.  When you are instructed to take posed pictures of your Hubby's friend making drinks to taunt him because Hubby is still coaching baseball and is not there...it's VACATION! 2.  When you and your girlfriend leave the Cape house to "buy groceries" and end up face-down in a platter of fried clams...it's VACATION! 3.  When you find sand in crevices that should definitely NOT have sand...it's

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Just a quick post from (my iphone on)Cape Cod to say that I WAS finally relaxed...until Hubby and Eldest's team done went and won the 9-U State Championship for Western Massachusetts! So now? We move on. To both football season starting August 1 for all 3 boyz AND continuing on with (even more) baseball. The Regional Championship in Connecticut starting next weekend. (Serenity now.) So until we

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Last night we threw a party.  A party to honor my brother Dan before he heads to Afghanistan for a one year deployment.  A deployment that leaves behind a father and a mother, 2 sisters, 1 brother, 1 niece and 4 nephews.  A deployment that will have him braving both the elements and the enemy. Somehow, right before my eyes, my little red-headed baby brother with the cowlicks and picky eating

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BlogHer and Disney World. I have never been to either.  My boyz have never even asked to go to Walt Disney World.  They are pretty ambivalent about Mickey Mouse.  (But the SpongeBob Hotel?  Yeah, they want to go there.  And Atlantis.  Damn Nickolodeon commercials.)  And for us, a family of five, a trip of this magnitude would take lots of planning. Not to mention lots of money.  (Yes, I know

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It's time for the next Tickets-for-Charity promotion to benefit the Red Sox Foundation!  They are giving away two general admission tickets to the Red Sox Picnic in the Park (where players will be signing autographs and auctioning off amazing prizes) this Sunday, July 24, after the afternoon game! To enter for your chance to win, go here.  Granted, this I Spy With My Fenway Eye contest is a

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Thank you to Yahoo! Mail for sponsoring this post about staying connected. I was selected for this sponsorship by the Clever Girls Collective, which endorses Blog With Integrity, as I do. I may have mentioned, oh, once or THIRTY times, that our summer has been nothing but baseball. Leaving little time for anything else. With Hubby and I both working full time as well, our moments of

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Hell Week. This is mine. But when I make it through, I will have a glorious week of vacation on Cape Cod head of me! Same children; same beach; new memories (Aside:  We My friend Mary scrambled this weekend to find us a NEW Cape house--the house we rented next week FLOODED and won't be inhabitable.  Are you kidding me?!  So that was fun.  But, it turns out, we are now CLOSER to the beach with

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So idiot Porsche CRIES because she's been nominated.  Not realizing that the Veterans are wanting to SAVE her and pretty much HAND HER the Golden Key... ...and then "Evel Dick" is gone.  From the house.  From the competition.  I searched around online and the rumor is that it had something to do with his girlfriend. Daniele actually showed emotion in this episode!  It's gotta be hard for her -

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Thanks to The Motherhood and Frito-Lay, I was invited to take part in a Boston-area blogger meetup.  With chips!  And dip! (And, more importantly, good blogger friends and great conversation.) (And no children.) (And wine.) Our mission was to prepare a perfect dip recipe that could be paired with a Frito-Lay brand chip. I made this bean dip to compliment Tostitos scoops: Tex-Mex Dip -1 can

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1.  Porsche Car is a moron for thinking that she can outwit the Veterans right off the bat.  She's obviously thinking with her tits, not her pea-brain. 2. I think the "Regulators" alliance was a good idea.  Although thinking about who has the numbers on their side makes my head hurt.  I could never play this game. 3.  The Have/Have Not competition was extremely moronic.  And kinda sexual.  In

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I promise this isn't going to turn into a television recap blog.  I PROMISE! However, for some reason, I feel compelled to write about this summer's Big Brother Season Too Many 13.  A lot more people than you would think watch it.  I mean, it's summer.  What the hell else is on?!  I admit, I didn't watch the first 2-3 seasons, but after that, the lure of yet another bad reality tv show beckoned

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Oh, hi. *tap tap tap*  Is this thing still on? I've been a bit overwhelmed. Even when my boyz were like ages 1, 2 and 4; or even 2, 3, and 5 (holy crap - did those years actually happen?), I can't remember a summer's past where I felt so underwater. One step forward, two steps back. Work is demanding. Running a household is demanding. Keeping track of the boyz' summer schedules is a job in

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Thank you to Yahoo! Mail for sponsoring this post about staying connected. I was selected for this sponsorship by the Clever Girls Collective, which endorses Blog With Integrity, as I do. Way back when, before the advent of smartphones and Skype - there was good old-fashioned e-mail.  Yet I think my love affair with e-mail started wayyyyy back.  Like, early-90's college way back.  When you

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Hey New Englanders, wanna have some FUN this summer?! The Fun Pass is a discount coupon book that includes over 100 New England family attractions like Story Land, Canobie Lake Park, York’s Wild Kingdom, the Children’s Museum of New Hampshire, the Boston Duck Tours, and much more! In most instances, the coupon is for a free child’s admission with a paying adult. Breathe New Hampshire sells

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You guys wanna hear something mind-blowing? Today would be my FOURTEENTH wedding anniversary to another man. Whoa. I rarely, if ever, think about it.  Most 4th of July holiday weekends come and go without me even remembering this fact. But last night, I remembered.  I remembered as I looked across the couch at my Hubby, the father of our three children.  Who cares about me, who cares about

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I am so excited to have been chosen for the first "I wear Jockey®” blog campaign!  I mean, hello?  We all wear underwear, right???  (Unless, of course, you choose to go *commando*.)  (Or, as my boyz like to call it, *freeballin'*)  And as I am not partial to any particular brand, I was psyched to receive my package in the mail.  The boyz, however, were NOT impressed.  They love when I receive fun

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For your enjoyment, to head into this holiday weekend, I bring you Middle and Baby - "dancing" and "singing".

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I'm home from work, talking on the phone.  Helping Hubby draft an e-mail to his baseball team and coordinating our dinner plans for the night before Hubby arrives home from work. He sits next to me as I'm on the phone.  Chattering to me and at me. Reciting movie lines. Out of his little not-yet-6-years-old mouth comes a swear word.  He glances sideways at me to see if he's garnered my

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Eldest was in his 3rd grade class play about bullying.  They performed their play for the parents and for most of the school (grades 2-4). ***** Saturday night, after a day filled with all-star baseball, Hubby received an e-mail that notified him that Eldest had been directly involved in an incident. ***** A baseball glove had been ruined.  Carelessly tossed in the wet mud. (The glove's owner

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I am from lighted soccer fields, from borrowing money for Mike's Pizza Palace and the penny candy aisle at Webb's.  I am from banana-seat bikes with handlebar streamers, from heavy silver roller skates with red wheels, from rushing home upon hearing the loudest whistle on the planet. I am from the big blue house on the corner lot, with the lantern-holding jockey keeping watch. I am from always

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First Day August 2010 Last Day, June 2011

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I have been very busy this month over on my review blog.  I like keeping that aspect of my site separate, so that you, my readers, can decide for yourself whether you want to click over and read (witty!) reviews. So in case you are interested, here's what's been going on over yonder: Site reviews:  PartSelect (don't call a repairman - fix it yourself!); Boymom (great great great sporty apparel)

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For My Husband Who Says He Rarely Reads My Blog But Then Makes a Comment About How I Didn't Write About Him on Father's Day, This one's for you, dear: Happy belated Father's Day to the best Baby Daddy in the whole wide world. Then Now Love,Your Wife and Baby Momma

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Hubby and the boyz LOVE to watch Adam Richman on Man v. Food.  (Personally, I think he's a disgustingly unhealthy man who couldn't possibly be married.) So when we went to Myrtle Beach, Hubby totally had in his head that dammit, he was gonna try the VERY HOTTEST wing on the menu at Wild Wing Cafe. So he ordered up the "Braveheart".  But our server, who was, I'm sure, used to the fact that all

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As a mother who voluntarily gets in a car with her children for a 14-hour road trip each year to Myrtle Beach, please allow me to give you some (If You Are Crazy Enough To Be) Traveling On Long Car Rides With Children--Tips and Tricks: 1.  Most important:  If you can, TRAVEL AT NIGHT.  We usually leave for Myrtle Beach in the early evening after the boyz have eaten dinner.  Then we only have to

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So my Hubby re-scheduled his knee surgery for last Friday.  The day before we were hosting Middle's seventh birthday party.  (Complete with bouncy house and about ten little 1st graders.)  The same day that I was chaperoning the zoo trip with Baby's kindergarten class.  The same day that the bouncy house needed to be picked up.  Oh, and we had about 7 people in our yard all day Thursday and

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Dear Middle, I have been struggling to come up with the right words for you on this, your seventh birthday.  I think I'm having a hard time because you are so unique.  Your daddy and I are constantly looking at each other with the "Did he really just say that?" looks that we give each other when you are in the room.  Because you totally crack us up, kid. You are constantly confused.  Your

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As a blogger, I enjoy being part of a blog network - the Boston Parent Bloggers.  It's always nice to have the opportunity to socialize with others who "get" what I do.  Meaning that when we get together, it's not considered rude to half-listen, half-twitter on your smartphone about where you are and what you're doing and who you're doing it with! Also, at bigger events, like blog conferences,

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I actually had to look up the term I was thinking of for this post. For what it's called when someone sees themself very clearly and is not deluded as to their appearance. (For I?  Am definitely deluded.  I always feel like I look much skinnier and put together than I actually am.  Related:  I kinda hate mirrors.) The term I was looking for was "self-actualized".  Not the entire definition,

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I wrote this post while participating in a blog tour conducted by Clever Girls Collective on behalf of Claritin®. I have been compensated for my time commitment to the program. I know I have written plenty on this blog about Eldest's struggles with seasonal allergies.  Well, short of weekly allergy shots (which he has adamantly stated he does.not.want.), we are managing to control his

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Yesterday, I was scheduled to run a half marathon with my Sis that I had paid $70 for back in the spring.  All April, I trained in anticipation of this run. And then I hurt my knee.  (Insert a plethora of swear words here please). The diagnosis was a sprained LCL.  To rest it, ice it, and Motrin it. Which I did, but not consistently. And I kept trying to run on it.  Not the best idea I've

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Guess who made U9 All-Stars? Guess who is the Head Coach? Guess whose family will be at the ballfield right up until FOOTBALL SEASON starts August 1st? (And guess who is definitely gonna have bleacher-butt?  Yup, this Mom right here.)

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Just when you thought the Mommy Wars were dead... Same as I did last year for Middle, I am chaperoning this year's kindergarten field trip to the zoo with Baby.   As a full-time working (out of the home) mother, this is my "thing" - being able to accompany my child and his classmates on an outing.  I am simply not able to volunteer in the classroom every week, or heck, even every month. 

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Hey, guess what?  The May promotion?  One of MY readers won!!!  How exciting.  She sent me an e-mail: "This is so exciting, I don't think I've ever won anything! Thanks so much for bringing the opportunity to us.  I just started reading your blog recently, and I have to tell you it always brings a smile to my face. My husband and I have an almost 14-month old daughter and #2 due in the fall

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This may be a broad generalization, but here's how I think vacation packing probably goes in most households.  (*cough* MINE *cough*) Husband: Realizes vacation is the next day.  Throws 3 bathings suits, a pair of flip flops and a few pairs of shorts and tees into a duffle bag.  Done. Wife: Starts thinking about packing a week beforehand.  Hauls luggage down from attic.  Starts strategically

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A is for Amtrak, my mode of transportation for the day. B is for Beth Feldman, a/k/a Role Mommy.  It truly was a pleasure meeting her.  I am in awe of her business prowess! C is for champagne?  With lunch?  Yes, please! D is for the delicious appetizers, food and desserts that we nommed on the entire time we were there. E is for Electrolux, who will generously donate $1 to the Ovarian Cancer

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Once One no longer has babies in One's trenches, One would think that One would no longer have any use for baby wipes.  I mean, after all, they ARE primarily used to wipe cute little (poopy splattered) tushies, right? Well, One would be wrong. My Baby has been potty trained for a number of years now.  Yet, in my trenches, we still buy these wipes in BULK.  Here's why: Top 10 Uses For Baby Wipes

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So... Blogger ate my post from yesterday.  I know it was a riveting one about bananas and all, BUT STILL. (Updated:  Nevermind, it's back.) AND. I had another post in the queue for today that disappeared as well. That one was about BABY WIPES. (Updated:  That one is NOT back.) I totally slay you with my eloquent prose on here, I'm well aware. Pulitzer Prize, here I come. I do have a

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Is it just me, or is there one thing, one food item, that you continually buy, totally with the best of intentions, vowing to yourself that THIS WEEK is the week you're gonna be healthy and eat that item every.single.day? For me, that item is the banana. (And oh, sometimes the green apple.) I try my best, I swear. I bring the banana (and/or apple) to work each and every day. And then it sits

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As the page of the calendar turned from April to May, I found myself in a panic. Who has two thumbs and signed herself up for a half marathon on June 5th? This girl. So did I mention that I panicked? Oh, and then proceeded to do nothing about it. I mean, my April mileage was good.  But by Mother's Day on Sunday, I had not yet gone for a run in the month of May. So as a "gift" to myself (

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Remember when I told you that I am partnering with Tickets-for-Charity as a local blogger ambassador as part of their Red Sox VIP group?  I promised that each month, I would be featuring an exclusive reader giveaway for you, my loyal readers of In the Trenches of Mommyhood! Well, here is your chance to win for the month of May! You and a guest could win a private VIP tour of Fenway Park with

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Even though I have been addicted to highly immersed in the blogosphere since 2006, I'm not much of a Blog-Conference-Goer, for a number of reasons. 1.  The biggest reason?  COST.  I simply can't justify the cost to pay for airfare, hotel accommodations and everything else involved with attending multiple blog conferences in a year.  That is, on top of working full-time and raising 3 boyz. 2. 

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As a full-time working mom, I kinda sorta have to be super organized.  Time management skills are essential.  There is pretty much not a minute to waste in my weekdays.  Unfortunately. Therefore, by the time I am out the door on Monday-Friday around 7am in the morning, I have already done all these things.  Every. Single. Day.  I kid you not: *exercised for 45 minutes *caught up with Words 

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Oh hi. Those who have known me for any length of time will not be surprised AT ALL to learn that I have already received my first sunburn of the season.  It's kind of not a shocker.  I do this at least once a year, if not more. I went to baseball on Sunday with the definite thought in my head, "Oooh, I'd like to get some sun today!"  (Because we all know that tan fat looks better than white

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Is it just me or have we bloggers really been bombarded this year, more so than previous years, with just absolutely ridiculous pitches for various products and services for Mother's Day? I mean seriously.  This one totally takes the cake, or creme, as it were.  I got it too.  Errr...meaning, I got the same pitch, not the same ailment.  Ahem. And then this one showed up in my inbox last week. 

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It's no secret that I'm not feeling very good about myself right now. And we all know that when you are feeling down, the best way to totally make yourself feel better is to make fun of others, right? Right. So yes, we took the boyz to an indoor water park facility this past weekend.  An indoor water park facility attracts allllllll kinds, let me tell you. It was a feast for sore eyes.  Or

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It happened and I'm not proud of it. I fell of the wagon.  HARD. Diet and exercise?   Pshaw!  Who needs it?! I do.  Apparently. It all started with our child-free week.  I skipped my personal training on Monday because I didn't want to get up early.  Strike One. Tuesday and Wednesday, I didn't exercise at all.  Strike Two. But yet, on Wednesday, I actually fit into a pair of jeans that were

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Dear Hubby, Who knew that our chance meeting (a group date, of sorts) at the Hotel Charlotte restaurant would eventually lead us to where we are today? We are right where we are meant to be. Who knew that the cute guy who wore a "Nike Running" shirt ("Oh, are you a runner?" I asked.  And you responded with a shrug, "Nah, I just like the shirt.") on our first unofficial get-to-know-you date at

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Back in December, I finally agreed to get a new flatscreen TV to mount on the wall in MY sunroom.  (And yes, it's totally MY room.) After that monumentous decision on my part, we came to the realization that we now needed a piece of furniture for under the TV set. So this is what it looks like, and I love it: See those three little cute owls underneath? They totally caught my eye in Pier One

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Spring break happens every year.  This, I know. Yet it somehow always manages to sneak up on me with a "Holy shit!  It's almost spring break.  What the hell are we gonna do with the boyz that week?" type of vengeance. This year was no different. Hubby and I both hate crowds, hate traffic, and hate inflated prices.  Therefore, taking vacation time for spring break is definitely not high on our

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We normally spend every Easter with my family in town. Coloring Easter eggs. Filling Easter baskets for the boyz. Doing an Easter egg hunt. Eating Easter ham. Except this year is different. My Sis has to work.  My Dad is recovering from knee surgery and can't travel.  My brother Dan is stationed in Colorado.  My other brother Mike can't come. I'm sad about this. It's just not an Easter

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I have been a busy little bee lately, adding some posts to my sorely neglected review blog.  I like not being restricted by an ad network.  What I choose to publish either here on my main blog or over on my review blog is totally up to me.  As we say in my Trenches: I'm the boss, applesauce. I don't want you, my regular readers, to be annoyed by lots of giveaway content in this space.  It's

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It's a bird...it's a plane...it's a caped tomato?! Did you know that tomatoes are a superfood?  Me neither.  But I do now!  They are also good for your heart.  (Which is easy to remember because red = heart.  I'm wicked smaht like that.) An article published in this month's edition of the American Journal of Lifestyle Medicine demonstrates that, by way of my dumbed-down explanation, hey

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Now that the weather has been warming up here in New England, I actually have to stop and think more about my running attire. Because in winter?  It's FRIGGING cold. I simply bundle up.  In summer?  Easy.  Running shorts/skirt/capris and a jog bra. Spring weather is fickle.  And so am I when it comes to what to wear with the constantly fluctuating temperatures.  Because there's nothing worse

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See this little buddy, all spiffy in his gear, ready to play ball? Uh, yeah.  Except he's not playing ball this year. This season, Eldest is in the AAA league for baseball.  Middle has moved from tee-ball to AA ball.  And Baby?  Still stuck on tee-ball (imagine watching paint dry, but worse) for another year.  So he decided he didn't want to do that (with no objections from either of his

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Just a little tip for you. If you don't see anything wrong with this sign... ...then I probably don't read you're blog. Heh.  Just sayin'. (You guys, I drive by this sign almost every day.  And I have to avert my eyes because it hurts to look at it.)

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Living here in Boston, tickets to major sporting events are "wicked" hard to get.  It saddens me that as a family of five, we have never been to a Sox, Pats, Bruins or Celtics game all together. And in the past, when I did search for tickets, it made me feel skeezy to know that I was paying jacked-up prices that would just line the pockets of ticket scalpers. No more. Enter Tickets-for-Charity

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Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three In between me having the stomach bug, then Trainer Sarah getting sick, then me coming down with a sore throat (but not strep! thankfully), my personal training sessions have been a bit sporadic lately. But today was the big day.  Weigh-in and measurements. Let me just put it this way:  (in Alison Sweeney's voice) I am sorry to tell you that I am NOT the

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You know spring is in the air when that little envelope comes home from school in your child's backback.  It's school picture time again!  (Crap, didn't they just do this??)  (Oh yeah, they did.  BACK IN SEPTEMBER.) It's time for haircuts and new school picture shirts, apparently. So when I went to look at what my purchasing options were for the spring pictures, I was a bit, uh....*horrified*.

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Baby came home the other day with some pretty typical kindergarten artwork. A painting. It seemed innocuous.  See? Some sort of person.  A sun.  Blue sky. But also attached to the painting was this *story*: "On red and black days I feel mad like a werewolf that doesn't sleep." Huh? I questioned Baby.  "Bud, what does this say?" He read it to me. "But what does that mean?" I asked. Blank

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