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My latest reflections on motherhood at Kveller.com

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Most Adorable CHEESE FACE EVER!

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When we returned home from San Francisco Nana and Papa came to visit.  Papa was able to come with us to the Children's Museum and Owen was thrilled to show him around (and teach him how to "pint" rhymes with "mint").  Owen's *favorite* thing to do at the Museum is to drop tiny rocks down into the chime funnel. He was happy to show his Papa how it's done ;) Nana and Papa were also able to come

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Jeremy unexpectedly had some time off last week so we flew to San Francisco to visit family and friends. The last time we made the LONG flight Owen was only 3 months old and amazed us with his flexibility. This trip was much, much different. We introduced some headphones before we left so that Owen could listen to his music on the plane. He LOVES the new headphones and they are a perfect fit for

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This is one of Owen's favorite toys right now and he calls it,   "Doctor Daddy!"

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Dearest Owen, How are you almost TWO?! Almost two years ago you blessed us with your presence and we haven't taken our eyes off you since. Where did the time go? Two sounds too old to me, because in my eyes you are still my baby. So for this month, for this entire month, you are ONE. Just one. And if anyone asks you, you are sure to tell them - I'm ONE! You have changed so much over the past

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We spent New Year's in Washington, DC visiting our friends Kelly and Andy. Andy recently returned home after a long deployment and it was so nice for our two little families to just chill together for four days. The men had some 'boys bonding time' over beer and wings and Kelly and I had a little girls afternoon out! We mostly laid around and chatted while the kids played together but we ventured

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Tonight Owen went pee-pee on the potty for the FIRST TIME EVER!!! We've been reading books about the potty and we have a little potty in the bathroom that he likes to try before bath time. He likes to sit on it throughout the day but has never relaxed enough to actually pee. Tonight as I was running his bath, he walked right over to the potty, sat down, and pee'ed! I was so excited I nearly

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Owen's Doda Kelly sent him homemade play dough in his Chanukah care package. He had a blast playing with it and only tried to taste it once ;) "Smile big and show me your teeth!"

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This was the best Chanukah Jeremy and I have ever celebrated. To see Owen delight in the light of the season was present enough for us both. 

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There are about twenty of these atop cars all over your neighborhood :) Tonight we laid low, heated up some latkes and enjoyed the evening together :)

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This morning we woke up and headed to the JCC for Mitzvah Day. On Christmas it is customary for Jews to volunteer and do good deeds for others. One of the most popular things to do is to serve Christmas dinner at shelters, but since Owen was still too small for that the three of us opted to decorate cards for Meals-on-Wheels recipients. It was a really nice morning and they had activities to keep

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Jeremy stayed up late Friday night putting together Owen's new play kitchen and when he was done I set it up with lots of his new pots, pans and food.  It was also Owen's 22-month birthday so we figured this was a perfect day to give him his present from us. He isn't the run-in-and-freak-out-over-toys kind of kid, so the video is slow going but he really loves the kitchen and it is so cute to

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Night four was by far our best night of Chanukah, because we celebrated two holidays in one night. Owen was so excited all day for "baht-baht, more Chankah!" and it was absolutely melting my heart. I wrote about my first experience with Chanukah Shabbat here on Kveller.com The three of us celebrated with homemade latkes, Jeremy's grandmother's brisket recipe and lots of candles. We even danced

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Owen and I woke up early and headed over to the JCC for a Chanukah Story time. There were stories, songs, a dreidel craft and a Chanukah-themed snack. Owen is a pro at Chanukah songs now, because this is the third program I've taken him to and we sing many of the songs at home. His constant requests for "More Chanukah!" melts my heart to pieces.

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I recently wrote about How to Host A Chanukah Party - on Kveller so it would have been pretty hypocritical for us not to continue the tradition we started last year :) On the 2nd night of Chanukah we celebrated with the The 2nd Annual Chanukah Happening We hosted a wonderful party at our house. We had 23 people attend (3 sets of twins!) This year we decided that instead of frying the latkes

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Just like last year, on the first night of Chanukah we had Matzoh ball soup, Trader Joe's latkes and jelly donuts for dinner. It was carb-tastic! Owen opened up a fun car track from his Uncle Dane and played with it for most of the evening.

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Owen and I came down with our first nasty cold last week so we spent a lot of time indoors, with tissues just the two of us. We stayed in jammies most days, took long naps and played toys. Owen really likes his tickle me Elmo right now and I snapped a few pictures of our sick little buddy playing. (of note: He also calls his elbow "Elmo" and sometimes its hard to make the distinction...) This

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Owen has taken a particular liking to Miss Harleigh these days. He chases her around the house, hugs her, makes quick movements towards her face and smothers her with kisses. She has always been so patient with him, and for some reason just sits there and takes it. "KITTY GAH-YASSES!" "kisses!"

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Every morning I have an activity planned outside of the house for Owen and I. Whether its an errand, playgroup, museum, library. Something for us to get out and do together. Then home for lunch and nap. Owen is currently napping from 1:30-4:30(5) and when he wakes up its dark outside, most kid things are closed and its rush hour traffic in/out of the city.  Snack, playing toys and reading books

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Sometimes I am so incredibly overwhelmed with our life. The chores, the toddler wrangling, the cleaning, cooking, laundry, single-parent struggle. There are days when one single moment with Owen can send me into a mine field of self-doubt -- and then there are days that I say to myself, "You know what? I rock at this." And a week after Thanksgiving, I rocked my kitchen like Betty effing Crocker.

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Even the greatest Kings in all the land may have been pushed down the slide a time or twoRead more about my struggles with this sweet, cautious boy

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{vintage Owen} We're getting ready for Chanukah and many of you have asked what Mr. Owen would like this year. We are scouring the internet deals for a wooden play kitchen as his main present so accessories to go with that are pretty high on his list. I've compiled some ideas on Amazon and you can find them in the link over in the sidebar (no pressure to buy from Amazon, its just an easy way to

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I used to be thankful for things like snowflakesand lazy Saturdaysand good hair daysand fuzzy socks.But since marrying Jeremy and having Owen there is nothing in this world that I am more grateful for than the two of them. When I was pregnant with Owen I did a lot of bargaining with God and one of the things I promised was that I would remember to be thankful, every single day. And I have been

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My grandfather recently passed away and somehow 93 years just didn't feel like long enough. We shared a birthday and a love of strawberry shortcake, sweet gherkin pickles and candy. I spent the last five years making a memory box in my mind of our fleeting moments together and when he was gone, I was at peace with my efforts though missing him greatly. When Owen was born I felt an urgency to

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Lately, Mr. Owen is enjoying a fruit and vegetable set we stumbled upon at IKEA. We basically told him what everything was once, and he took it from there. We are scouring Black Friday deals for a wooden play kitchen for Chanukah, well that and a babydoll stroller. Our boy is so domestic! (Also, I have no idea why I called a banana a vegetable. No. Idea.)

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A little girl at playgroup gave him some Tinkerbell sunglasses (she was pissed they broke, Owen doesn't care in the slightest he's obsessed with glasses right now) and her Mama exclaimed, "wow, you're a movie star!" This morning, Owen added some additional accesories, including my bra around his neck and he proudly proclaimed that he is no longer a baby, he is nowA MOVIE STAR.

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He opens his eyes and starts to stir Calls out for me, because I’m preferred He nurses sweetly in the chair I run my fingers through his hair He’s off to play and make a mess I haven’t even showered yet I try my best to get things done But get sidetracked with Lego fun My errands now take twice as long And must include some silly song He has a tantrum in the store And flails himself upon the

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In case you missed me on Kveller.com over the past few weeks - I shared some thoughts about Halloween and my love of Christmas music. ... oh, and Justin Bieber's testicle's have dropped. Awkward. You can always read my most recent Kveller.com pieces by clicking the link in my sidebar ------>

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The past week was filled with Halloween fun for Owen and I. Last Monday we went to the library for the kid's Halloween party. It was absolutely PACKED with children dressed in costumes. They had a story time, songs, puppet show and then broke into stations for activities. Owen was very overwhelmed, as were most of the kids. One child even came up to him and tapped his lion face a little bit, when

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In addition to all of the other things that Owen says, here are a few of the things he's been saying recently. He's been making up a language of his own as of late, and often times I'm the only one who understands him. He's slurring some familiar words together, almost lazily. For example, he likes to talk about the long car ride he took with his Daddy (our vacation). He used to say, "Car ride,

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Since the day you were laid on my chest, fresh from the womb, I can be brought to tears in a moment with you. The first time you latched on my breast to nurse all on your own, I sobbed with joy. The first time you popped off to smile up at me a milky, "thank you, Mama" smile, there were tears. The first time your Daddy and I heard your baby giggle, we both cried sappy parent cries. And again

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Jeremy has to work during trick-or-treat next week so we skipped Owen's nap today and went to the Zoo BOO after Jeremy came home from the hospital so that we could spend a little Halloween together. Jeremy chose Owen's costume this year and I've gotta say, we have one adorable lion cub!  tired lion cub on a 1,200lb pumpkin Owen was VERY interested in his "treats"

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Someone needed to pick out the *perfect* "cuk-pin" (pumpkin)  Found it.

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I had to inform Justin Bieber this morning that it was time for another hair cut. ... and don't let the cuteness fool you, this boy cried the entire time :) (and for the record, Mama was right. Those baby curls never came back...)

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I've met a lot of really great people through blogging, both here and on Kveller. I correspond with my "internet friends" through Facebook, emails, gchat and texting. We live scattered across the country (a few in Israel) and its a rare occasion that our paths will cross in real life. Thankfully, my friend Kelly was going to be 2-hrs from Hilton Head with her son Carter and they wanted to drive

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The trip to Hilton Head was LOOOONG, so we broke up the trip and drove 8.5 hrs to North Carolina to visit Jeremy's cousin Mary and her husband Seth and waited until the next day to drive the 6 hours to Hilton Head. We got in pretty late on Saturday but we did get to enjoy some s'mores and a bon fire! We were able to visit on the way back too and we left early so we could spend the day in North

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Our vacation was absolutely wonderful. 75 degrees and sunny every.single.day. we rented bikes for the week and rode to the beach we ate Tapas, pizza, Thai, burgers and BBQ with our well-behaved toddler Owen's 3hr nap each day was a respite for Jeremy and I We took bubble baths, and drank wine, and sat on the breezy patio overlooking the Harbor There are hardly any pictures of our trip because we

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{Homemade Sukkah} I know what you're thinking... seriously? ANOTHER Jewish holiday? This week is Sukkot or the Feast of the Tabbernacles and it celebrates the harvest. Jews construct little huts or "sukkah" in their yards and have meals in them all week. This has become one of my favorite holidays because kids LOVE it. I recently read this post on Kveller about how decorating a sukkah can be

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This morning I took Owen to the pediatrician for his flu shot and HepA immunization. I've gotten used to taking him by myself, although I still get a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach when I hear him scream in pain. But today was different, today Owen understood. He played happily in the waiting room, pretty unsuspecting because we hold our monthly La Leche meetings in the very same place

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We're off for a much-needed family vacation in Hilton HeadNine full days with Jeremy...there is nothing Owen and I want more right now

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On Wednesday night we had dinner with friends and Owen enjoyed ate apples dipped in honey for the very first time. We were asked to bring a dessert, and I read its traditional to eat honey cake on Rosh Hashanah, so I figured it was time for me to bake one. I had to cutest helper in all the land who has said, "Honey CAKE!" for two days now :) I've never eaten honey cake before but I hear its the

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 This week on Kveller.com I asked myself this question Was I Jewish enough?

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Denver Museum of Nature and Science Gogi volunteers at the museum so he took Mr. O to check out all of the fun exhibits for toddlers - this boy had so much fun playing he was zonked out by the time we loaded him in the car. we train doctors early in this family. This smiling lad specializes in livers :) Dinosaur dig! CHEEEEEZE! We let Owen run across a screen that clocks his stride, this

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No trip to Tiny Town is complete without a train ride and an ice cream cone :)

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Dearest Owen, Today, my dear, you turned 19 months old. You overflow with sweetness and curiosity. New words spill effortlessly from your lips every day. You've started to pretend play, and love to wear things as a "hat!"  You call the kitty by name, "Har-yeee!" and everything is "Hot!" (even when its cold :)) You've outgrown two pairs of shoes this month and your new haircut lets your boy-ness

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Our trip to Denver went by much, much too fast. Owen doesn't really pronounce "r's" so he took to taking his Grampie Dick, "Gogi" (rhymes with Yogi) and well, I think it suites him well! We had such a wonderful time exploring all there is to do in Denver for toddlers. Owen was a joy every second we were there. I think he could sense the tension at home and was bored of seeing me day in and day

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Owen's 1st plane trip at 3 months to San Francisco  Owen's second plane trip at 5 months old - he was the copilot Tomorrow Owen and I leave bright and early for Denver to spend the week with Grampie Dick and Grammie Susie. Not because of yesterday, but yesterday affirmed for me that I could use a few extra hands. Jeremy is on call all weekend and much of next week so it was the perfect time

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I try really hard to stay positive. I try to be a cheerleader for our family and have great pride in taking care of the three of us. But today, today was greater than I could give. Since July, Jeremy is rarely home.  His meal is waiting for him, covered in plastic wrap when he gets home. But all of the things leading up to that plastic wrapped meal - and the hour afterwards. Are a lot. I revel

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I found a really great toddler plate at TjMaxx the other day for $2 (although it claims to be "flip proof" and I assure you it is not!) Owen enjoys eating food out of the little compartments and using a fork!  He gobbled up three (THREE!) servings of stewed lentils and tomatoes and left his "ta-toes" in the plate. With all the tomatoes and vinegar I ate while I was pregnant there is no doubt

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This past weekend we traveled back to Ohio for a wedding. It was kind of last minute because Jeremy couldn't get off work, but he found someone to cover him on Sunday so we left on Saturday after rounds, and drove 5hrs straight through to Cincinnati for the wedding. It was a little stressful, and Owen only napped in the car for 45 minutes so by the time we got there he was A ZOMBIE. He looked

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He likes to wear this pink oven mitt around the house after nap time Owen is quite the talker, he talks from the time he wakes up from the time he goes to sleep. Out of no where last week he started saying, "Happy! Happpee Babyyyy!"  I don't think he knows what it means (because he said it one time when he was crying, LOL!) but it melts my heart. I'm pretty sure he got it from me, because ever

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During our visit to Deep Creek, MD we hiked a really great park called Swallow Falls. Owen was very happy to be carried in the pack carrier, since he was very tired by the time we started hiking. There were several waterfalls there and since it was our first time we were a little unprepared for swimming, but on a return visit we will definitely bring our suits and water shoes! tired boy stayed

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We found out last minute that Jeremy had the holiday weekend off, and since we've struggled to find family time over the past two months we decided to steal away on a mini trip. Luckily, thanks to some wonderful recommendations from friends, we discovered Deep Creek, Maryland is only a short 2 hr drive. On Saturday we slept in and then packed up our little guy for a weekend adventure. The public

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We're enjoying a MUCH NEEDED mini-vacation just the three of us

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I have Owen's 1st haircut scheduled for TODAY at 5pmso I took some pictures of him playing this morningand after looking at them long enough...I think I might just chicken outI am totally in love with this boy's hair

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{Moments with Daddy}

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 For Owen's Half-Birthday Daddy made it home in time to take our boy out for a special treat Mint Chocolate Shake for DaddyRed Velvet Shake for Mamapint-sized Vanilla Sundae for the birthday boy Can I have a taste of yours, Daddy? ...and another taste Thankfully, Owen didn't like my shake so he finished off his vanilla sundae while flashing his little nose-scrunch smile We left with a bag

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NOT a fan of the scale 22 lbs 2 oz (22nd percentile)33 inches (72nd percentile) Our boy has officially been declared: Long and LeanHow did this boy come out of me? Tall? Never have I, or anyone in my family,  been described as tallTypically, you can double a child's height at age 2 to determine adult heightIf he were 2 today -- he would be 5'5"Something tells me this boy is going to be taller

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I've written about my experience with informal milk sharing and up until now I've always donated milk to babies I know. I stopped pumping in May with a freezer FULL of milk.Owen has yet to drink any of it.After donating to friends, I was saving the last 1,000 ounces for when Owen weaned.Owen hasn't weaned.So I joined a social-networking group for Pennsylvania women to share breastmilkHuman Milk

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 Dearest Owen, You are growing and changing with leaps and bounds these days, I cannot even wrap my brain around all you've done and said since last I wrote. Everyday I hear new words spoken with your tiny voice, some clear and perfect - others your own little version that melt my heart. Just last week you started saying your name, "Oooo-wah" even though you can pronounce the letter "O"

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{a little post-nap video of our half-birthday boy} and some cheezin' with Mama!

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Rule #1 Do no allow toddler to eat massive amounts of blueberries before bed Rule #2 Apparently, you don't get sick if you eat your own pooh Rule #3 Always, ALWAYS remember to tell the babysitter that toddler MUST wear a onesie to bed underneath his pj's and sleepy sack Rule #4 Make your husband get out of bed to help you clean it up, even if it is his first day off in 21 days.  Rule #4 If

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I am so totally jazzed because I'm Guest Posting over on Milk-Friendly today!  {Guest Post: I Don't Just Whip It Out} If you haven't checked out Milk-Friendly you most certainly should! Maryam is a nursing Mama with two beautiful boys who refuses to sacrifice fashion for accessible boobies. She is full of tips and tricks for maintaining your style while nursing your babes (and she's nursing a

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"woo woo ta!"  "woo woo ta!" This boy sure loves living across the street from a "woo woo ta!"

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See that juicy snot-river? It ended up on my pants five seconds after this picture was taken. Last week was rough to say the least. Jeremy was slammed at work and Owen and I came down with a nasty vomit/cold he picked up at the gym daycare.  Yes vomit/cold is an official diagnosis and yes, we survived. I FINALLY got up the nerve to leave him at the gym while I worked out and this is how karma

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Being a resident is one of the most thankless jobs I can imagine. People really have no clue how incredibly hard it is. They work 80+ (plus, plus, plus) hours a week being ridiculed all day (even the NURSES! boss them around!) Their positions are funded by Medicare while residents bring in thousands and thousands of dollars to the hospitals each year. However, most resident families qualify for

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Two weeks ago my cousin Marissa came back to visit! Last July when she visited Owen was only five months old and now he is a big, walking toddler! {THEN} {NOW}  We played at the Children's Museum together   wrinkle nose smile - blurry but too cute not to post!  and we went to the POOL!  COME BACK SOON!!

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Owen loves numbers and loves to talk about numbers but the other day I heard him saying, "blah, blah EIGHT" and so I started counting to ten with him and with the exception of five, and nine - he does pretty well!

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When we moved to Pittsburgh last year, I had every intention of going back to work full time but as weeks turned into months and I spent my days soaking in the cutest boy on the planet we decided that in order for me to remain home, we needed to find a cheaper apartment. We loved the location of our place, within walking distance to EVERYTHING and were sick with the thought of giving that up,

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Lately random strangers have been coming up to me and saying,"What an absolutely beautiful boy" I agreeA million, trillion times over

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(please note the curl above his ear that is OUT.OF.CONTROL these days) Owen says something new every day and I have to pay VERY close attention to know what he is talking about. He likes to review our day, and what's to come. He loves the firetruck that lives across the street and he finds new words to say in familiar books that we read. Jeremy and I were just talking the other day about how

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Saturday night my cousin was in town and graciously offered to watch Owen so that Jeremy and I could go out to celebrate our (belated)anniversary. We were so totally stoked the entire day trying to decide what to do. We ended up cracking crab on the waterfront, taking in the Pittsburgh skyline from the best view in the city and then heading over to Hard Rock Cafe for drinks and dessert on the

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Dearest Owen, These summer days together have been so wonderful. Every morning we wake up with cuddles and oatmeal (or waffles, or yogurt, and always, always "boo-baa-bas") and we head out for our daily adventure. I slather sunscreen "lotion" on each of us while I sing a silly song. We make sure your hat is packed "hat!" and we put ice cold water in our water bottles. We go to the library, or

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Once I found out that our pregnancy was not viable, my grief of carrying an empty sack was compounded by my frustrated nursling. It took us seven months to conceive Owen, so when we decided to start trying for a second baby in my head I thought, "Sure, we can try... and I will still have seven more months to nurse Owen. He should wean himself by then..."  And when we were pregnant two weeks

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Let me show you what my perfect Sunday evening looks like... The End.

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Owen is a full-blown toddler now and I've written a few pieces this week over at Kveller. This article was in response to a CNN story about children in public places. It has gotten over 130 *likes* on Facebook and lots of people weighed in...  Be Nice To My Kid, Or We're Not Coming Back And this one I wrote about how I can sympathize with him because, Deep Down, We're All Toddlers

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Brunch strikes again! The Pirates game kicked off Jeremy's staycation with a bang and we had lots planned for our week at home. With Jeremy's busy work schedule we haven't gotten to do a lot of "tourist-y" things around Pittsburgh so Nana and Papa joined us for the week to enjoy our city. {Staycation: SUNDAY} Sunday morning we met our friends at the park again for Bach, Beethoven and Brunch.

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A few weeks ago I ripped off the band-aid and got a sitter for Owen. Not just for a few hours while he slept, nope the sitter fed Owen dinner and PUT HIM TO BED. I found her through a friend (a friend who is craaazy particular about her child) and really liked her when I interviewed her. Her name is Bridgette and Owen loves her. Mid-June was the first time we used her because we had to go to a

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I'm celebrating our Anniversary over at Kveller - jump over and read a bunch of mushy stuff about how much I love my husband.

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I wanted to make something special for our Anniversary and I decided to set my sights high this year. I found this amazing flag cake recipe and was counting on a 3-hr nap from Mr. Owen on Sunday so I could knock this baby out. Owen had other plans and decided on a 1-hr nap which barely allowed enough time for me to bake the cakes let alone assemble them. SOOOOO I did what any other attentive

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Dearest Owen, So many of our friends and family refer to you as "baby Owen" and while you will always be my baby and I still get glimpses of your babyness when I cuddle you close, you're becoming more of a little boy with each passing day. This past month - even the last week - have brought so much growth and development for you. YOU FINALLY WALKED!! I know I claimed to be patient and

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I'm doing better these days. I think the pregnancy hormones have finally cleared out of my system and I'm starting to feel like myself again. I still get the occasional whim of sadness but overall I'm glad to have some closure (and the energy to chase after Owen). People have been so incredibly supportive since I shared our news last week. I wish I had time to thank each person individually but

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Owen's favorite number is THREE! He shows us three fingers and says "THREE!" all the time (even though we have worked on counting... one...two.. three...four... he just really likes THREE! He actually doesn't hold up one finger anymore when we ask him how old he is, only three!)  During bath time Owen wants the wet wash cloth over his face. He squeals and holds his breath as we count to three and

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We have been spoiled with Jeremy home on the weekends this month. Its actually the first full weekends that he has had off since he started residency a year ago (with the exception of vacation). Having him home has been so nice half the time we don't know what to do with ourselves but we're trying to relax and enjoy. Father's Day started out with Owen and Daddy playing animal sounds and numbers

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Writing and blogging helped me to get through some of the darkest days on bed rest. It has allowed me to celebrate motherhood in all its glory (and occasional frustration) over this past year. I have a beautiful record of so many of the things I've felt, celebrated and learned through pregnancy, infancy and now toddler-hood. People have kept in touch with our family and I've connected with new

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Today out of nowhere we caught Owen walking from the couch to the chair! Our little bug finally found the confidence -- so we tried to encourage him some more so we could get his very first steps on camera!

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I really dislike moving. Like REALLY, REALLY dislike. We're making good progress but the ten or so boxes still piled around the apartment are giving me anxiety. All I keep thinking about his how much crap I want to give away and how I have no time to bag and organize it all. Owen seems unphased by the move. We set his room up exactly the same way so not to throw him off too much. We have a

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We're still here but will be a little out of touch for a while. We finally moved all of our stuff to the new apartment thanks to a few burly skinny college guys. Nana and Papa helped out quite a bit too and we had a sitter for Owen (who BTW said, "I've sat for a lot of kids and he is by far the most chill baby I've ever met. Is he always like this?) It was quite the show around here. It will be

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We're having a lazy day today. Owen is enjoying his new rain stick and pushing his mail cart around the house while I'm making a grocery list and heating up some left over curry for dinner. I made a yummy Mexican lasagna yesterday that Jeremy gobbled up with some fresh gucamole. I don't have any pictures because it was eaten up before I even thought to take any - but trust me on this one, its

Tamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04033373054049980024noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097188274664319793.post-23002172279292709672011-05-22T15:03:00.040-04:002011-05-24T15:29:33.422-04:00

The rain let up for a few hours on Sunday for us to celebrate with our friends for their son's 7th birthday. It was very humid outside (Owen's little ear curl was in full effect!!) and we were tired after moving some of our stuff to the new place, but we were happy to be outside and to eat some pizza and cake. Owen is very interested in using a fork now. We put the food on and he takes the fork

Tamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04033373054049980024noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097188274664319793.post-24832722077128271862011-05-19T14:33:00.000-04:002011-05-19T14:33:12.187-04:00

Owen's favorite song right now is Ha Ha Thisaway and Jeremy taught him to sing along if he sings the "ha ha" part and we sing the rest. Its ADORABLE.  We do a lot of this lately. The saying "shabbat" is more by accident. He brings me this Shabbat board book to read and I think he likes the repetition more than anything else but his little "bat, baaat" kills me everytime!

Tamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04033373054049980024noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097188274664319793.post-14699646964899636502011-05-15T15:07:00.001-04:002011-05-15T15:13:14.586-04:00

It took me a while to get the hang of nursing in public, let's be honest, it took me a while to get the hang of nursing, PERIOD. Fumbling with a screaming baby didn't exactly make me feel at ease at home - let alone in front of others. I was mortified to be using a nipple shield (what is that gadget? she can't just nurse her baby like a normal person?) and everything about nursing felt forced and

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