tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13421738313173942012024-02-26T12:35:20.868-05:00ThrivingMamaChoosing Family, Faith and Contentment as the basis of surviving the many roles of a Mom!Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger692125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1342173831317394201.post-36671840759343334222015-07-08T16:38:00.000-04:002015-07-08T16:38:34.026-04:00Cheese Puffs & Opera RehearsalsAll in an afternoon on the porch at Chautauqua Institute.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1342173831317394201.post-3962854397057318262015-06-03T22:42:00.000-04:002015-06-03T22:42:01.875-04:00Gardeners 2.0In years gone by, I planned the garden and took pride in the layout, seedlings and fresh produce. In the last few years, I'm working more and my busiest season coincides with planting season. I'm so thankful that HandyMan has taken the lead on the gardenin and training up the next generation of little gardeners.<br />
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MMan was giving instructions on planting the carrots while GGirl munched away on a stalk of rhubarb. I sat back, enjoyed the show and the sunny afternoon!<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1342173831317394201.post-87245541018690519822015-05-31T21:36:00.000-04:002015-05-31T21:36:45.421-04:00"Hi Fuzzy Man"Today we went to Animal Adventure to visit our local wildlife neighbors. They have a great setup and a beautiful new giraffe. What was most fun for me today (along with the fabulous company of friends!) was watching my fearless little MMan greet and feed and pet the animals. The greetings of "Hello fuzzy man!", "Hi buddy", and " Hi big man" were heard over and over again as he greeted pigs, goats, lambs, zebras, yaks, llamas and more.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1342173831317394201.post-18214556526821895652015-04-12T13:20:00.000-04:002015-05-09T10:15:42.787-04:00SpringNothing warms the body and soul after a long cold winter like the sight of crocuses and a sunny, 60 degree day!<br />
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The clean windows will help me feel like I got something accomplished today and lessen the "I shoulds" while I park myself in an Adirondack chair with a book!<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1342173831317394201.post-28867720057675926552015-03-12T11:27:00.000-04:002015-05-09T11:27:56.570-04:00Life Lessons With Socks & UmbrellasAre sometimes learned with socks and umbrellas. After a lesson about how rules protect us, GGirl and MMan decided that they liked the "rule" game, and played for another half hour.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1342173831317394201.post-76254520237934876652015-03-12T11:18:00.000-04:002015-05-09T11:19:10.225-04:00Just Chillin' ......With Olaf and my movie.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1342173831317394201.post-26233676699548373192015-03-05T22:00:00.000-05:002015-05-09T10:41:02.788-04:00BuddiesTonight the kids wanted to share GGirl's bed. Usually this ends in a fight over covers and one or the other of them in screaming tears. But, tonight when they asked, I didn't feel like the fight so I said yes. It got quiet up there. It stayed quiet. When I went to check on them, this is what I found:<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1342173831317394201.post-66879903425958979922015-02-28T21:28:00.000-05:002015-03-01T21:28:22.402-05:00Mom's SidekickMMan is coming into his own. He's finding his vocabulary and voice and letting his thoughts be known. His "ayup" answer still makes me giggle every time he uses it, which isn't good if I'm in the middle of a discussion about a poor behavior choice! He's a hit-and-miss eater, but is steadily growing. I'm hanging on to the snugly toddler days as long as I can and I love his grin.<br />
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Usually I keep my work to the hours that HandyMan is home or the kids are asleep. Some days, that doesn't always play out. MMan had woken up from a nap and I was trying to finish up a few things. He made it clear that he wanted a movie on my phone and wanted to "listen". So, I outfitted my little sidekick. Then HandyMan came home and caught us and took the photo. <br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1342173831317394201.post-56111667147508474732015-02-27T20:45:00.000-05:002015-03-01T20:48:04.695-05:00A Style, Still, All Her OwnGGirl's sense of style <a href="http://thrivingmama.blogspot.com/2013/01/emergence-of-style.html" target="_blank">emerged early</a> and has continued to evolve. Her most recent exploration is in the area of prints, and such. The shirt matched the jumper because they both had white, then everything else was accessories.<br />
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She was going through a bag of clothes passed to us and was very excited about the pink, sparkly, pretzel sweatshirt. I was at a loss until she showed me what she was talking about. May we all have more pretzels in our life.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1342173831317394201.post-1614780837920626312015-02-20T22:00:00.000-05:002015-03-01T21:12:16.467-05:00Showtime!Every so often GGirl will announce that she has a show. It's always entertaining. Tonight's show, directed by GGirl and starring some less that cooperative actor(s), featured Firestar, Spiderman and IceMan in a quick action feature that was beyond the speed of the focus of my camera. There was flying ice and fire, tickling, running and laughter. Encore's continued until the "audience" announced it was time for bed. :)<br />
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So, now when we have pizza, it's a make-your-own pizza adventure. Everyone gets their own blob of dough to make their own pizza, and everyone is happy. Usually. Until you tell MMan to quit eating the dough or GGirl that she can't have anymore cheese. Then if it's too close to dinner time, the adventure heads south into Meltdown Land. But, we've gotten it down to a pretty quick science and the kids often eat more, because they made it. Win!<br />
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After I took the picture. "I wrote 'I love you' on Daddy's car too, but he didn't take a picture."<br />
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I'm sure it will be "wash me" before spring is over!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1342173831317394201.post-39511442122877609322015-02-16T13:05:00.000-05:002015-03-20T13:07:53.973-04:00Identity CrisisGGirl is going through phases where she is absorbing the identity of some of her favorite cartoon characters. Or at least parts of their names. Papers come home from school with various names on them, and sometimes include part of her given name. Sometimes they don't.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1342173831317394201.post-11644058657990050342015-02-13T12:55:00.000-05:002015-03-20T12:56:54.126-04:00Valentines Day in KindergartenValentine's day is one of the 'party' days at school. GGirl was very excited to make presents for her friends. That party was all about icecream sundaes. By the end of the party, there was a room full of sugared happy kids!<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1342173831317394201.post-19397281529924952712015-02-09T12:46:00.000-05:002015-03-20T12:49:30.376-04:00Snowy DaysThis winter we've had a lot of snow-more than I remember getting in the last few years. Delays and snow days just keep coming. GGirl and MMan have thoroughly enjoyed playing in the cold white stuff. HandyMan has also spent a fair bit of time joining in the fun<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1342173831317394201.post-42000189325328642652015-02-06T08:11:00.000-05:002015-02-06T08:11:37.700-05:00Some Decisions Are EasyGo out and walk, or yoga in front of the roaring fire. It's a no-brainer on a morning like this! February: the longest shortest month of the year.<br />
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Equipped with many crafty kits after her birthday, GGirl and HandyMan crafted the afternoon away. The cat is her first ever sewing project and she did an awesome job of it! She and HandyMan upped the skill level when they jumped to the rubber-band bracelet loom - that was a little more challenging. The owl is a plush coloring project that she whipped out while she was watching <i>Frozen</i> (what else!) and I think she had it done before Ana could get to the chocolate. </div>
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But, it means that on the rare morning like this, when the little red line on the thermometer is actually above 20, I hit the road. Yes, 23 degrees felt warm, even though I looked like Olaf's cousin by the time I met up with my ride. <br />
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I can't wait for spring.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1342173831317394201.post-35555064478463910822015-01-29T21:01:00.001-05:002015-01-29T21:13:30.644-05:00Sensational SixDear GGirl,<br />
Today is your birthday! You requested banana bread pancakes for breakfast and pizza for dinner. Cake from the bakery at school and presents after school. Calls from friends and grandparents were a highlight as you are now becoming interested in getting your own phone calls. Ice-cream with a candle topped off today's festivities and on Saturday, it's Tea Party Time!<br />
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You are one great kid! You are so full of energy that I can hardly keep up. I love your inhibitions at being the center of attention - it showed in full color today as you were so excited for any gathering to sing happy birthday to you! You wore your birthday crown with pride and were thrilled with a new dress we found in the stash of clothes that you hadn't gotten in to yet. You are a great reader, but can't be bothered to color in the lines. You seem to have my planning gene and like to have everyone lined out around you. You are gracious with your brother and kind to your friends.<br />
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Last night when I tucked you in, I was lamenting the last night of tucking in my 5-year-old girl. You very matter-of-factly informed me "I'll be the same girl, I'll just be a different number!". I'm glad that you've reached a "different number". That you are healthy, and that you are the same girl.<br />
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I love you and the little girl you are!<br />
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MommyUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1342173831317394201.post-36987777110948845362015-01-21T16:19:00.001-05:002015-01-21T16:19:52.916-05:00Safety from Siblings Me: MMan, what are you doing?<br />
MMan: (with an mischievous grin) I safe of Gwnonyn!<br />
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