Category: Raising Teens, Tweens & Killer Dust Bunnies

  • She’s Got the POW-WAH!

    Peace, Love and Hope Goes All Zen!!!

    She may be small and she may only be 8 (although,the girl's got a mouth like a 13 year old, or what-evuh, Mom) but, I was once told by a psychic that my youngest daughter has "a very old soul."

    What?  She body-slammed me in the mall for a "quick reading" (the psychic, I mean, not Hopey) and well, it was for free, you know?

    "You'll find what you're looking for when you don't need it, anymore."

    Story of my life, really and it didn't take a psychic to convince me that my friend Melisa (with one S) was right, when she called, all the way from Chicago (because, blogging friends do that, for each other, sometimes) and helped me look for the season pass I lost, last week (no, she's not psychic, at least, I don't think she is, what-evuh) because, she found what she was looking for, right after seeing my post on Twitter and Facebook (because, I have no life) weird, right?

    I mean, Melisa (with one S) finding her stuff, RIGHT AFTER reading my Facebook page…

    [sound of crickets chirping]

    Aaaanyway, I never did find the pass (DAMMIT!) but, had no trouble getting a replacement (thank you, Great Adventure!) so, I dropped my two oldest at the park and took my two youngest to a nearby mall – just in case it rained, or something, since there were storms in the area.

    I may be a dork, but I'm not stupid, much.

    "Oh look, Mommy needs a new phone!"

    I stopped by the T-Mobile kiosk (because, I'm thinking about breaking up with Verizon) and was about to ask about their family plans, since we need to be adding another kid, or two, soon, damnit.

    "Don't touch the phones, baby."

    Too late.

    HUMMMMM…POW…ZAP!

    Hope poked one of the touch phones and ALL the lights went out in the ENTIRE mall!

    "OMG, what did you do?!?"

    If only I had taken a picture of Hope's face, right at that moment (another reason why I'm probably going to h-e-double hockey sticks, btw) because, I canNOT even begin to describe the absolute look of terror, you know, thinking that she broke the mall.

    "Well, touch it again and maybe the lights will come back on!"

    The T-Mobile dude was sweet and, if you were to ask me, was sort of cute, too.

    "Can I, Mom?"

    I maybe a dork, but I'm not raising stupid kids, much.

    "Sure, why not?"

    Aaaand, on the 50th day of summer vacation, Hope brought power back into the Freehold Mall and saw that the light was good.

    "I've got the POW-WAH!"

    I maybe a dork, but I'm a little scared that the girl is a bit paranormal, too.

    [phone rings]

    "They closed the park, can you come pick us up?"

    Aaaand, it seems to run in the family.

    [cue eerie music]

    Stupid psychics!

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  • Picture Perfect Thursday: Lost and Found

    To Be Filed, Sooner or LaterI

    If you could read my mind, what a mess my thoughts would make…

    In an effort to get back to my blogging roots (i.e., stuff I used to like to write about, but somehow got lost, in all the conversations about marketing and paid trips to Disney World, just kidding, I haven't been to Disney World, since my senior class trip, anyway, way back in, well, never mind) I hereby claim this to be another Picture Perfect Thursday and take a moment to share with you another one of my less than perfect moments, in an effort to make you (yes, YOU!) feel a little better, about the stuff you're doing (or not) and FINALLY put an end to perhaps the longest sentence in blogging history.

    You're welcome!

    Long story, short (I know, too late) Heather and Holly purchased season passes for Great Adventure with their babysitting money (who knew, watching other people's kids paid so well?) and I was in charge of, you know, putting them in a real safe place.

    BIG MISTAKE!

    Here it is, 3 weeks before school starts and, well, Heather went once (end of year class trip) but, Holly STILL hasn't gone, so I promised to drop them off, yesterday.

    "Do you have my season's pass, Momma?"

    [blank stare]

    Lost – one season's pass to Six Flags Great Adventure.

    That's Where Twilight Went!

    Found – a box of crap that should have been filed a loooong while ago and…oh…so THAT'S where Twilight and that set of bungie cords went!!!

    Lost Girlscout Stuff

    Found – girl scout badges (actually, they call 'em Try-its now) and registration forms I should have sewn/submitted last June, damnit!

    Missing Sharpie Pens 

    Found – my missing Sharpie pens ALL the kids swore that they, you know, didn't take from my desk!

    Ear Buds R Us

    Found – two ear buds-a-mating.

    Ver-See-Chi

    Found – my Ver-see-chi eyeglass case and NO my eyeglasses weren't in them, because that would make sense, der!

    Lone Flip Flop 

    Found – one lone flip flop, whose mate gave up any chance of ever finding him and left with the garbage man, months ago…sorry, dude!

    Kids Pottery

    Found – my Mother's Day presents from…um…one, or two of the kids, I think.

    Closet Under the Stairs

    Found – the closet under the stairs hides a lot MORE crap, than I thought.

    Lost Forever and Ever, Amen – never did find Heather's season pass, which cost me a $15.00 parking fee (as opposed to dropping the girls off in the shuttle bus lot) and a $21.00 replacement fee, for a new pass, which they will probably not use (if I'm left in charge) again, to boot.

    What Kids Learned:  Do NOT give ANYTHING of importance, or requires an admittance and/or service fee, if not used, or lost, to your mother.

    What Mom Learned:  It freakin' rained, all day yesterday, so they closed the park, I had to go back and get the girls, who, after 3 hours of waiting on lines, never did get to ride anything, anyway.

    What This Means to You:  Absolutely, nothing.  It's how WE roll, DAMNIT!

    You're welcome!

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  • I Think My Kids Are Getting a Little Tired of Summer, or Just Turning Amish, I Really Think So!

    This Full House Lineup at Gettysburg

    Looks sort of like a lineup, to get into the Breakfast Club, right?  RIP, John Hughs!

    My husband's Aunt Ann passed away last week (cancer sucks, btw) and, although the Leavitts aren't really related to the Thompsons — I'd venture to guess it's why my husbands family got along so well with their family — Ann and Pres were at our wedding, they both got a chance to meet 2 out of 4 of our kids (in person) and we've been exchanging Christmas cards…GULP…for almost 20 years, now.

    It's been Aunt Ann and Uncle Pres, ever since.

    So, we decided to attend her memorial service last weekend, as she was perhaps the kindest, funniest and most bravest woman I know (battling cancer for 10 years, sucks wet poodle!) and, well, nothing says, "Hey kids, it's time for another fun-filled family vacation," like a death in the family, right?

    Riiiight.

    Aaaaand, where did we take them?

    To see LOTS OF DEAD PEOPLE, of course!

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  • BlogHer IRL: Part Deux and Why I Should NOT Do This Sort of Thing for a Living

    Morning Yoga at Millenium Park in Chicago

    Morning yoga in Millenium Park, Chicago.

    So, you're probably getting really, really tired reading about BlogHer 2009, right?  Unless, you happen to be one of my IRL friends (who just recently have been "friend-ing me" on Facebook, like crazy, all of a sudden and are all like, "SO THIS IS WHERE YOU'VE BEEN HIDING," here, all the time) then, all this talk about blogging conferences, swag hags and stuff is going to sound really, really weird.

    First, check out BlogHer IRL – Part One
    (if, you'd like) because, I posted some really pretty pictures of my
    time in Chicago.  Also, it will bring my IRL friends up to speed on why I go to
    these type of things and, well, to be real honest with you, my hair
    looks really, really good, too.

    [stretch]

    Then, go over and read some thoughts on BlogHer'09 from one of the founders, because she is way smarter than me.

    My take?

    Blogging, like yoga, is an exercise in patience and self-awareness — it helps to keep an open mind and listen to your body; especially, when it starts hollering stuff like:

    "This so does NOT feel good, right now!"

    So, there's this thing about the PR Blackout Challenge and Blog With Integrity (pretty badge on left) but, go figure, it took a work-at-home dad to reaffirm the fact that I also Blog for Peace not Swag (even prettier badge on right) still, everyone seems to be getting all sorts of mad and confused.

    "STOPIT!"

    Yeah, I don't get this whole mom bloggers…marketing executives…and pr people…OH MY…they ARE the devil…sort of thing, either.

    No one has ever, never, twisted my arm to write about anything I did NOT want to, seriously and, as long as I have access to a "delete" or "edit" button, I'm good.

    Frankly, I don't want my IRL friends to get the wrong idea.  This, right here, is not what I do for a living.  This is where I go (oh, and here too) for the last 6 years, to write.  For me.  So, hopefully, one day, my kids realize that, you know, mommy had her own set of issues to deal with, too.

    Then, I lost about 2 years worth of writing — because, I'm talented like that — moving from here, to here, to here (see, broken links, no content, gone, fuhcotta) and then, I parked my butt right back here and became a dot com.

    Weird, right?

    Anyway, I started getting to know all sorts of really cool people online (old school blogging at it's very best) and then the kids started growing up and, you know, still needed me to teach them stuff (parenting doesn't stop after full-day kindergarten, btw) and I found myself turning to my internet friends, more and more, since I was pretty much guaranteed at least a hundred different opinions, on everything from parenting while under the influence of children and just where in the heck DO all those missing socks go, anyways?

    Um, okay, sorry, I lose track sometimes…um…okay, so then I started another blog to help families (like mine) figure out stuff, like just what in the heck all those cryptic game rating symbols really mean and my kids love to tell their friends stuff, like:

    "My mom is a blogger, we were in a commercial and SHE got to meet Jack Sparrow!"

    That's where things get a little weirder — okay, I did NOT actually get to meet Johnny Depp, just his stunt double — people seemed to actually really want hear what I had to say about stuff, like blogging  about the type of socks we buy, much to the amazement of my family and IRL friends…me, too.

    Why?

    Well, if you saw a dinosaur, say walking down 5th Avenue in NYC, wouldn't you want to know what it was doing there, let alone, how in the heck it managed to survive, this long, in the first place!?!?

    Okay, so that pretty much explains why I don't do this for a living, right?

    Still, there are folks out there (something like 6 bazillion, at last count, I think) who believe that there MUST BE other reasons, more sinister and a lot more annoying (if you could imagine) than being a mom (like me) blogging about stuff, other than rainbows, glitter glue and poopie diapers.

    I mean, FTC forbid someone (like me) would actually have something to say, with nothing up my sleeve, other than good intentions, no matter how much free stuff people seem to keep wanting to throw at me, or how long it takes, you know, for me to keep saying it.

    [wrapping it up, now]

    Hopefully, this is nothing that my friends and readers don't already know.  I live to write (not host giveaways) however, giving back to the community, online and IRL…well, it's how we roll:

    "This Full House you just raised $5,000 for the Ronald McDonald House, what are you going to do now?"

    Waiting to see how long it takes for folks like the Wall Street Journal to pick up on the fact that there are moms who are actually trying to do some really good things with their blogs.

    Not going to hold my breath, for too long, though.

    My biggest regret?

    Not hugging Mir (Woulda Coulda Shoulda) IRL, when I had the chance, DAMMIT!

    Edited to Add:  Received an email from a reader (thank you for taking the time, June!) and I hope that you did not misunderstand my rant for anything other than asking traditional media to consider that there are plenty of reasons why (other than getting stuff) that people (especially, moms like me) blog and, yes, I really do think that kindness is very much underrated these days.

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  • Parenting tip #6,299,999: Kids May Be Closer Than They Seem

    Peace momma.

    Yeah, for sure, so it makes my eyes hurt (a little) but, isn't it awesome?!?  My middle girl (she's 13) made it for me.  Yesterday, I think.  Although, I forget what day it is.  These last few weeks are beginning to meld, together. 

    "What time is it, Momma?"

    In fact, this week sort of reminds me of when my brother and I would spend summers with my grandmother, sitting on her plastic-covered couch…a little sticky and, if you move to fast, you could really hurt yourself.

    "Why, you have some place to go, or something?"

    Actually, besides staying with my folks (while, I'm away at BlogHer) my two oldest girls with their respective babysitting gigs and a long-overdue-visit with my friend Kate [waves] our calendar is absolutely open for the entire month of August.

    "No, but can So-and-So come over and swim?"

    Which, of course, could be a good thing, if you're like me and trying really hard to simplify your life, because, I swear, it does NOT get any easier, I don't care how old your kids are.

    "NO!  It's MY turn to have someone over!!!"

    Then again, there's a reason why my husband, Garth [not his real name] calls me, before turning into our driveway, to see if we:  a) need milk; b) should order an extra pizza or c) have enough Midol in the house, before coming home from work.

    FYI:  We have three people who are menstruating at the moment (you're welcome!) so, THERE IS NEVER ENOUGH MIDOL IN THE HOUSE!

    "Actually, it's your brother's turn!"

    Jersey Kids on Cape Rocks

    No, my son is NOT menstruating (thank haven for small favors) but, the poor kid has three sisters (two  who are popping Midol, I mean) so, perhaps you'll understand why I can't help but be sensitive to the fact that the poor little dude often times feels like the odd man out. 

    Aaaand he's ten, so he knows what the word menstruating means, anyway…no thanks to Garth [not his real name] damnit.

    "OH, FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THINGS HOLY, FLUSH THE DAMNED TOILET, ALREADY!"

    Okay, so I sometimes forget other stuff, so what?

    "Can JD sleep over?"

    Sure, what's one more, right?  So, this morning, I was making with the pancakes, bacon and stuff, when I realized something.

    [the sound of music playing]

    Where the hell were the girls?  They're old enough to do stuff like this.  I mean, both of them have cooked breakfast, before.  Besides, I really had some work to catch up on and stuff.  So, I hung up my apron (no, I'm kidding, just one more thing to wash, in my opinion) I peeked into the living room.

    "What are you guys doing?"

    Picture this:  My two oldest, sitting in the middle of my favorite chair, surrounded by the three other kids.

    Why?

    Because, well, they didn't have their makeup on and I wasn't allowed to take a real one, picture, I mean…DUH!

    "We're watching previews of the new Harry Potter movie!"

    Uh-oh.

    "Um…well…I've got a lot of work to do and stuff…and…"

    [cut off in mid-ummm]

    "Don't worry, we'll take them outside for you, Momma…we can always go to the movies, later."

    [color me dumbfounded, again]

    I don't know what I did (or, didn't do) but, I just had to share it with you guys (especially, my friends with little, little ones) because, I'm going down into the crawl space, to check for pods and, well, you just never really know, right?

    "HEY…wait for me, you guys…Mommy's eyes are hurting, anyway!"

    Besides, it is summertime and weird stuff like this happens, all the time, around here, in Jersey, you know?

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  • Yeah, but it just wouldn’t be as much fun…without them!

      Seaside Heights 2004
    June, 2004
    Greetings from Seaside Heights, NJ

    Yesterday, my mom and I carried on the tradition of celebrating the first days of summer vacation and took the kids to the boardwalk in Seaside Heights, NJ…alone (my husband was at work and my dad wasn't feeling so great) and, yeah, it was a beautiful day, still.   I can't help but feel as if the kids and I were, you know, missing something.

    Besides, my dad and Garth [not his real name] I mean.

    Glen tires to sink ships and wins tickets!

    Oh, we got there in plenty of time to sink a couple of battleships, since Wristband Day ($15.00 per person gets you on rides until 6 p.m.) didn't start until noon and we had, surprisingly enough, very little traffic getting there. 

    Aaaand, since my mother already saved up a wad of dollar bills the size of a small infant, we spent a leisurely hour hanging out in the air-conditioned arcade.

    Mama teaches the girls whose the boss in skee ball!

    Look it her.  The woman's gone through a double-knee surgery, twice.  Still.  My mother was able to show the girls, you know, just who's the boss in skee ball, anyway!

    Mommy's little wheel of fortune spinner.

    Holly gave up trying to beat her grandmother (Heather, however, who is "supposedly" as stubborn as her mother, stayed behind for a second beating) while, Hopey came "THIS CLOSE" to winning an extra 250 tickets, "DAWN-IT!"

    Hopey gazes into the future at Seaside Heights

    Then, it soon hit me (no, not the Wheel of Fortune, STOPIT!) around the time when I took this picture of Hopey, standing in front of one of those funky little fun-house-type mirrors they've got scattered all around the arcade, that I felt as if I were, you know, taking a glimpse into the future.

    "I look weird!"

    Spring 1999 - Mommy and Glen at Pt. Pleasant, NJ 

    Spring 1999
    Mommy and Glen at Pt. Pleasant, NJ

    The kids are growing up SO FAST and, well, it just doesn't feel like 1999, or 2004, anymore, you know what I mean?

    Spring Break at Sandy Hook, NJ!

    Yeah, going to the beach IS a whole lot easier (sans stroller and diapers) and hanging out on the boardwalk is a lot funner (yes, it's a word!) especially, when you have parents (like I do) who insist on, "Showing you kids a good time," time and time, again.

    Yes, but this sort of traffic SUCKS! 

    I can't help but feel as if things are going just a little too fast, even my poor mom and I had trouble keeping up with the kids, this time (stupid bum knees) I wish we ALL could have taken just a little more time, getting here, you know?

    "So, what are you guys going to do on your summer vacation?"

    Yep, after 3 years of staycations, we're going away to Cape Cod, this weekend.

    Why?

    Well, my husband and I honeymooned on the Cape (because, tropical islands were "highly over-rated") and it has been over 5 years since our last visit with the kids.  In fact, my parents were with us that time, too.  My youngest girl and the boy don't even remember it, much.  Still.  We love it and, since they're all old enough, I asked each of them to write down the things "they would like to do" and combined them into one big master list of things to do.

    [Note:  Word-for-word list via kids, links via me for those of you who've never been to Cape Cod]

    Things to Do on Cape Cod Vacation

    Honestly, even though it may sound like a lot to pack into 1 week, I was surprised by the number of things on their list(s) that don't require tickets (or, reservations) and I think my mom secretly wishes that she could come, this time, too.

    "You could always leave the kids with us, you know."

    Yeah, but it just wouldn't be as much fun…without them!

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  • Let’s All Get Buffed, Beautiful and Bitchin’

    I'm ready for my me-ssage!

    The "before" picture – this, my friends, is the face of a woman on the edge – but, wait until you see the "after" shot!

    Ever get the feeling that, you know, there's this unseen force, hanging out in the universe somewhere, with nothing better to do than rain on some poor schmuck's parade.

    If the kids &
    I don't get (or, see) some sun soon, we may ALL just lose our sh*t
    today; considering a trip to the mall I am THAT desperate!

    Summer's been very, very slow to start (here in Jersey) rain, rain and more rain, even the ants, that normally bug us around this time of year, have packed up and left town.  So, understandably, the kids and I are gettin' a little…um…antsy.

    If it were not for Twitter, I would have totally lost my sh*t by now.

    Who wouldn't?
    With 6 people living in a 7 room house? Quick to lose your sh*t, if
    summer refused to show it's bright & shiny head, I mean.

    So, my friend Melisa (with one S and one L, I think) Twittered (Twitted?) a suggestion:

    @thisfullhouse How about a family field trip to the tanning salon? That might be fun.

    [cue choir of angels on high]

    Hey, wait a minute, that's right, I almost forgot (thanks, Melisa with one S!) you see, I HAD A GET OUTTA THE HOUSE CARD for free, well, sort of. My husband, Garth [not his real name] gave me a gift card for a massage (or, a me…ssage…as he likes to call it) and 3 days into our summer break, I was already SO, you know, ready to use it!

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  • Now, that IS some serious feminine protection!

    Disclaimer:  This is not a review. I don't do those, here — although, I do, do those, over there — but, you don't even have to click on that link, if you don't want to, since I wasn't approached by anyone,or offered to do a review for Kotex, now, or at anytime during the month, or am I considered an "insider" for Kotex — although, that would be funny, right? — so, this blog post is being published for no other reason than, you know, it's been raining for a really long time, the kid was bored, we got a sample in the mail (linking just in case you might want some, I SWEAR!) and it's just some funny stuff we do, sometimes, here at our house and I'm just darned surprised she actually let me film it…I mean, her…d'oh…blogging used to be so much easier, you know?

    [inhales deeply]

    Edited to Add:  Just noticed I forgot to move the bottle of hand lotion, as some may even consider that a serious offense and poor excuse for product placement, but I'm not mentioning (or, typing) the name of the brand, so it's ALL good.

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  • A Kinder, Gentler and Colorful Kind of Immigrant

    Mama and papa talk about 56 revolution

    My 10 year-old son's class celebrated Heritage Day, last week.

    "This is my Mama and Papa and they escaped Hungary in 1956 and they're gonna talk to you about immigration."

    I asked my parents if they would be interested in speaking to the children about their experiences.  My father did something similar for my middle daughter's girl scout troop on International Day a few years ago.  Still.  This time, he'd be speaking to a much larger group of kids (2 of the 4th grade classes, combined) so, my mother agreed to tag along, for moral support.

    "What was the most scariest thing that happened to you?"

    My father has a colorful way of manipulating the English language and is very rarely known to be at a loss for words.

    Mama and papa heritage day

    "Vell…you zee…vhut you keeds don't know iz…I mean…eeet iz harrrd forrr me…forrr us…"

    My father's eyes began to glaze over, as he tried to speak, but I could see that he was getting all choked up and having trouble finding "the right words" and a few of the children giggled as he visibly began to shake.

    "What Mr. K. means is, staying alive was scary."

    I nearly dropped my camera and I almost didn't recognize my mother's voice.  You see, she is the ying to my father's yang and, after nearly 46 years of marriage, Anyu is very comfortable with quietly observing from the back.  Not this day, however.

    "I was only 14 and can still remember the sound of the tanks rolling into town, late that night."

    Heritage day 

    The rest of the parents and teachers seemed to be very engrossed in what my parents had to say, but the kids…well…you know…it's almost summer and, well, they're kids.

    Glen on heritage day 

    Though, I tried to take my son's picture and he turned his head to shush someone right before I clicked.

    "How many of you have ever gone hiking?"

    A couple of kids jumped — I guess they didn't see me quietly standing way in the back — and then many of them quickly raised their hands.

    "How many of you go hiking in a forest?"

    Less hands.

    "At night?"

    A couple of hands go up.

    "Without a flashlight."

    Seriously?

    "Okay, how many of you guys have gone hiking, in a forest, at night, without a flashlight, a coat, or shoes, in December?"

    This time, even Survivor Man's son had to put his hand down and, now that I had their attention, I quickly told the kids the stories about the shoes.

    "Did you have a machine gun?"

    And then I started to think that perhaps this wasn't such a great idea, after all.

    "No, I didn't, but the Freedom Fighters did and all we wanted to do was get to the Austrian border where it was safe."

    Apu entering america  

    My mother needed a moment, so I passed around my father's immigration papers issued in Salzburg (many mentions of the Sound of Music made, here) which gained him admittance into the U.S.

    "Why did you pick America?"

    For my father, it was because he loved going to the theater and watching American movies, in particular, old westerns, about cowboys and how they roamed the wide open ranges, free and without any borders, or papers.  Also, the Andrew Sisters always looked so, you know, happy.

    For my mom?

    "Because, it was far away from Russia."

    Then, she went on about how the authorities separated my mother and her sister (who was only 4 years-old, at the time) from her mother, because my grandmother failed the physical examinations.

    "I was only 14 years-old at the time and so scared that we wouldn't see our mother, again!"

    Then, the bell rang.

    "Would your parents mind moving over to our classroom and staying a little longer?"

    Glen's teacher canceled the rest of her lesson plans for the day and I was surprised to see that the other 4th grade teacher did the same.

    "Pssst…we have to go to gym, now…"

    An hour later, my parents were exhausted, but in a therapeutic sort of way (if that makes any sense?) even if the kids didn't get most of what was being said.

    The rest of us grown ups?

    "We've had Heritage Day for the last 8 years and this, by far, is the best one, yet!"

    Well, there wasn't a dry eye in the classroom.

    "Liz…all those years of baseball …who knew your life was so colorful?"

    And the kids?

    Dear Mr. and Mrs. Katkics,

    Thank you for coming and telling us how hard immigration was because I thought it was easy to go through.  I liked the pictures you showed us because they were old, nice and interesting.

    I have a whole pile of Thank You notes, just like that one, to give to my parents, when they visit for Hopey's birthday tomorrow, including this one:

    Thank you for coming and explaining how difficult your journey was when you came here.  I hope the rest of your lives aren't difficult like the old days.  Stay out of trouble.

    Yeah, I think they got it.

    Me?

    I'm still pretty much hoping for the same thing, too.

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  • Hope Has Another Birthday

    Hope at leisure village lake  
    Happy 8th Birthday, Hopey [formerly known as Mini-me] 'cause nobody RAWKS a Band-Aid like you do, baby girl!

    You grazed your elbow, bumping into the kitchen wall and skinned the side of your foot running out of your shoes, proving to your grandparents, once more, that you, my littlest one, are growing up to be more like your mother, every day.

    "Please, be careful."

    You always get SO excited about your birthday.  So do your sisters and brother.  Remember last year?  When you grew tired of waiting for mommy and took upon yourself to send out your own birthday party invitations.  

    "Hi, I'm calling to RSVP for Hopey's brithday party tomorrow!"

    [sound of crickets chirping]

    Good thing you remembered to include our phone number, right?

    Sponge bob hopey

    My, how you've grown since your last birthday!

    Remember how fun your "real" party was, though — your sisters and brother worked really hard to include all of your favorite party games, like a pillow case relay and an eating contest using your favorite donuts (powdered sugar) and Holly's face painting skillz are totally wicked, right?

    This year?

    Leisure village home

    Well, mama and papa haven't been feeling so great.  So, we've been spending a lot of our weekends visiting with them.  There just doesn't seem to be enough time to do, well, everything else.  You are my youngest and old enough to know that sometimes things just don't work out quite like we would like them to, no matter how hard we try to plan them.

    "It's okay, Mommy, I can always have my friends come over on summer vacation, or something."

    It's always something, isn't it?

    "Did you get Hopey a birthday present, yet?"

    [sound of crickets chirping]

    Late last night, I took your oldest sisters out, alone, to shop for bathing suits.

    "Just…pick…one…already!"

    You know how hard it is to shop with them, right?

    "The store is closing in 15 minutes!"

    Aaaand, I still had to get you a present.

    "What do you mean, you don't have any more Camp Rock!?!?"

    Actually, they didn't have any dolls left and I know how much you LOVE Joe Jonas — even though he didn't answer any of your fan letters — but, mommy waited until the last minute (AGAIN!) and, well, sometimes stuff like this just doesn't seem fair, does it?

    "SPECTACULAR!"

    Did you ever notice how loud some teenagers can get — especially, in Target — annoying, right?

    "No, look, Hopey loves Nikko!"

    Who?

    "Nevermind, just trust me, okay Mom?!?"

    I mean, you ALL do share the same bedroom and your sisters seem to know you way better…than I do!

    "Good night, Mommy."

    We didn't get home until almost 10:00 o'clock and, well, I know, you should have been in bed (and asleep) as most almost 8-year-olds would be, probably, already.

    "It's okay, if you're too tired to do my birthday clues."

    I hid them right before daddy and I went to bed [yes, I make my kids hunt for their birthday presents] only because you have this way of making mommy forget what hurts and I think maybe you learned that from watching your sisters and brother.

    Hopey spectacular

    Sorry, I should have vlogged your reaction for Holly to see, when she gets home from school later, but mommy didn't have her coffee yet and wasn't quite quick enough!

    I mean, judging by this, "SPECATUCULAR!?!?" look on your face, they really do seem to know what they' are doing, right?

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    I mean, Heather got you this super cool, Super Girl cape on her 7th grade class trip to Great Adventure, last week.  Awesome, right?

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    Aaaand, Glen did give you Tech Decks thinking that you'd probably enjoy having a set of your own, instead of, you know, playing with his….ALL THE TIME!

    Hopey and daddy

    Still, the best part is when I took this picture of you hugging your dad, since we don't seem to have many of those, I'm not quite sure why, but daddy didn't even yell at me for taking his picture…oh, wait…yeah, now I remember.
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    You know how we ALL get so busy and sometimes forget to show it — wow, look how you've grown since last year — but, I hope you realize how very much we love you, right?

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    Nobody RAWKS a pink satin super suit like you do, baby girl!

    Because, there is only one Hope and life just wouldn't be the same without you — have a super Happy Birthday, sweetie — we love you, Hopey!!!

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