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I had planned on sitting down tonight and posting a nice lengthy catch-up entry. But it seems I get distracted so often these days that now all I can say is that.. a catch-up entry is coming. I’m still alive. November was a busy month. More soon. I promise.

I have done it. I’ve crossed that line. The one I swore I wouldn’t cross until the twins were at least 3 years old. I gave them french fries from McD’s. And from the moment the fry passed through their lips, they were hooked. Brady looked at me and with eagerness in his eyes, he said, “mo, mo, mo” all the while frantically making the sign for ‘more.’  Blake, he’s a little more nonchalant about it all. He’s so happy go lucky about everything. He’ll take the fry and walk away with this little happy swagger of his.  Then the other day, Brady is in his high chair with a fry in his hand and he kept motioning toward my plate. I couldn’t figure out what he wanted. I offered him a bite of what I had but he insisted it was something else he wanted. So I picked up my plate and had him show me. And what did the child do? He dipped his fry in my ketchup.

Hope everyone has a safe and happy Halloween.

This picture of me was taken Easter 1972 at my grandmothers, I was 3 and a half. I have vague memories of this day. I do remember though, that the boy standing next to me lived next door to my grandma. He and I played together often when I visited my grandma. I remember I had colored him and egg and he colored me one. We had exchanged our eggs for one another when this shot was taken. I remember I loved my Easter dress. I always loved dressing up for Easter. My ensemble always included a white bonnet, white patent leather shoes, white gloves and even a little white wicker purse.  You don’t see ensembles like that any more at Easter time. I’m not sure if it’s that the tradition is lost or that those things just aren’t “of the times” any more. At any rate. I loved it.

Stumbled across this game while clicking away at blogs in my blog ring. Answer the following questions by googling images for your answer.

How old are you?

What is your middle name?

Where would you like to travel to?

Where were you born?

What is your favorite color?

If you decide to play along, please let me know so I can check out your answers.

The November issue of W Magazine shows Anjelina Jolie on the cover, breastfeeding one of her new born twins. Apparently this is inappropriate to some readers. Inappropriate? I think it’s wonderful. First I think it’s amazing and fantastic that she is breastfeeding her twins. Having breastfed my own twins, I know the struggles, the challenges and the reward of nursing two newborns.

I just can’t understand why breastfeeding in public creates such controversy. Why some mothers have to hide in shame and feed their babies in public bathrooms or any where else unclean and disgusting. I’ve been fortunate in that I never recieved any grief for nursing any of my children in public. No one finds it disgusting when they see a baby calf nursing from it’s mother cow. Still women can walk around in public wearing barely any clothing, and yet the mother, off in a corner somewhere, discreetly feeding her baby the way nature intended is the one asked to ‘cover up.’

I think Anjelina posing while breastfeeding can influence a lot of young mothers to come out of the filthy bathroom and feed her baby more comfortably. I used to be bothered by Anjelina. She was just “too much” in my book. But this new, motherly Anjelina is my hero.

In other news, I’ve been tagged by Rachael with this fun little note. So to follow suit, I’ll now tag some of my favs.

1. Laura
2. Karen
3. Georgette
4. Kim
5. Another Laura

Thanks Rachael, for the blog ‘sticker’!

On a side note, I can’t believe no one commented on my Stanley Cup post. I had the Stanley Cup at MY house and no one even admits a smidgen of jealousy? 😉

A video is worth a thousand words.

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What is it about bacon? It’s like gold around here. Gavin had dinner at his grandma’s so Dave and I decided to have BLTs for dinner the other night.  Whenever we have BLTs, we always make sure to fry up an even amount of slices, don’t want anyone to have any more than the other, or god forbid, have to split a slice. Plus we always make sure to fry up a couple extra pieces for Gavin, because even though he’s already eaten, once that bacon aroma fills the air, it’s like a dog looking for a treat.

So this time for dinner, Dave fried the bacon, so he is the “bacon banker.” He’s got the plate of freshly cooked bacon on his side of the table opposite of myself.  And it goes something like this, “One for you, one for me, one for you, one for me, one for you, one for me.” At that point I am beginning to construct my sandwich. Dave says, “We each have 4, and there’s 6 left (3 each).”  Suddenly Gavin calles from the living room, one of his brothers had gotten a hold of the remote and changed the channel. Dave goes to change it back. I seized his opportunity to steal a piece of bacon from the banker.  Dave comes in and immediately must have did a quick count and asks, “Hey, did you take another piece?”

This happens every time we cook bacon. Next time it’s MY turn to be the bacon banker!

I started smoking again. I lasted 1yr, 5mos, and 27 days (7mos of that was my pregnancy with the twins, which is why I quit in the first place). Now, I admit I did have the occassional “social” cigarette. But those don’t count. Why am I smoking again? I discovered that the 4 and a half minutes it takes to smoke a cigarette is 4 and a half minutes that I have to myself. I get to sit in my own little corner of the porch and dwell in the bliss that is nothingness. It’s an escape. It’s a break. It’s freedom. The milkwell that once filled my breasts has about run dry. The twins only nurse once or twice in the night. I say this to ease my guilt. To make less of my failure. Dave says, “I can’t believe you went all that time and now you’ve ruined it.” Don’t put my name back on the smokers club list yet. Part of me believes this is only temporary. Especially when it get’s cold again. I had fun being a non-smoker and looking out the window at my smoker husband freezing his ass off for 4 and a half minutes just to get his fix. I won’t be the one in the cold, standing there in my pajama pants, winter coat, boots and fingerless gloves. I don’t want to be that person again.

As I wash last nights dinner dishes, my 5 year old comes in and with pure excitement and encouragement in his voice, this is what he says,

“Mom! Mom! I saw a commercial on tv. You can buy this medicine so that your tummy won’t be fat anymore mom! Isn’t that cool? Isn’t that a great idea, mom? You should get it.”

I’m going to have to start walking around with a pad of paper strung around my neck.  All weekend long funny or quirky moments would happen and in the back of my mind I’d think “I’ve got to blog this.”  But when the keyboard is beneath my fingers, nothing. I can’t remember a darn thing.

Was an uneventful weekend. Saturday Gavin got to go to a pool party with his grandma. That left Dave, the twins and I. Most of the day was pretty lazy. Not that I can really have a lazy day with twin toddlers running around. Sunday was a bit more productive. Finally got a second crib up in the babies room.  Not that either crib is being used, but they’re there. Eventually I’ll muster up the courage to transistion the twins from co-bedding with me on a mattress on the floor. Oh I’m sure that will be a good blogging week. Stay tuned.

In the meantime, check out this cute video of my neice I just posted on my YouTube channel.

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