Happy Birthday, babycakes!

Today, my baby girl turns five. FIVE!

No longer is she a whirling mass of instability. There is thought behind her chaos now (heh).


She's a thinker, a climber, a coffee drinker.

She loves owls. And friends.

She's considerate and caring. She's independent. A super puzzle solver.


She a kindergartner now. A soccer player. A scout.

No longer my little blue eyed baby.

Happy birthday, babycakes, you'll always be my baby!


Moe's birthday - age 4 (and links to other great Moe-ism throughout the years).

Refreshed and Relaxed

Maine was a blast! We had so much fun and it was so relaxing. We almost didn't come home. The spa we stayed at was overlooking the Atlantic Ocean. We kept the window cracked and night and listened to the waves crashing on the rocks below. The weather was perfect. The food was wonderful. And the people were super friendly. We ate. We hiked. We talked. We ate some more. We walked on the beach. We got massages and pedicures. We ate some more. We explored. We laughed. We facebooked. We called our kids. We drank. We wandered. We held hands in the rain. We took pictures. We had a fantastic time and are eternally grateful for the friends and family who took our kids in for the 5 days we were gone.

Oh the Irony

Our first weekend alone in the almost 8 years since our oldest daughter was born and who should come knocking on the door a week early? WTF did I do to deserve this? Come on karma, didn't I let the people with less stuff go in line in front of me at Target last week? Sure, you rewarded me with finding 20 bucks, but this? This is just unfair.

I once told my husband I wanted a voluntary hysterectomy. It's not like I need any of my parts anymore, our baby making days are over. He doesn't think our doctor will by that as a valid reason to perform an invasive surgery. So yeah, I lose.

Whatever, I guess we're off to enjoy the spa without the added benefit of being alone. Guess we'll have to actually venture outside the walls of our room to view the glorious seascape of southern Maine.

If you ever ask me this, I'll probably deny it

but I miss my kids.

There are no cartoons blaring in the background. No bickering over toys. No demands for food even though we just ate. No fighting. No messes. My house is clean, I;ve been working room by room since school started and amazingly, it's not destroyed 5 seconds later. The floor is not longer sticky. The toilets are flushed.

The silence is deafening. More so then any of the above could be.

My job here is done. I know I cannot do this anymore every day. I need to get out.