A Room With A View

Becky's niece, Aja, let us stay with her when we were in NYC. She and her husband Kipp, live in the financial district about two blocks from the World Trade Center. This is the view she has from her apartment. Can you imagine eating dinner and looking at this every night? Here we are eating pizza...


This was taken from the very top of her apartment building. It's through a window so it's not that clear. We didn't even bother going to the Empire State building because we thought this view was good enough.


I realized that most people don't live on the ground in NYC. Most people live in the air. It baffles my mind.

No drive-thru's in the city but we did notice that McDonald's delivers!

This next picture is Aja's son (I stole it from her FB page). He's the cutest kid! He's 5 years old and goes to kindergarten. His school is in a city building, not a designated school. I was impressed with his street smarts. He rides his scooter all over the city. He knows where to go and he's an ace on the subway. His experience growing up is totally different than my kids.


Now, just a couple of family updates....

Kate is finally walking. I love watching her wobble along. She is infatuated with spoons and always has to have a spoon (or 5) in her hands.


Claire loves dolls. She holds them and hugs them as though they are real babies.


Last night she kept crying. We just thought she wasn't feeling well. This morning I was changing her diaper she showed me her wrist. She had a small elastic around her wrist. She must have taken it off her hair and put it through her hand. Anyway, her wrist was black and blue from the elastic and her hand was totally swollen! Poor girl. Who would think to check her hand when she's crying in the middle of the night? The swelling finally went down by the evening and she seems fine. Note to self: take elastics out of babies hair before going to bed.

(my picture taking skills are really crappy)

NY Fashion Flop!

As many of you are aware, I went to New York over the weekend to attend my friend's wedding. What a FABULOUS trip!!! Everything was beyond perfect. I loved the city, I loved the wedding, I loved going with my friend Becky. My plan is to post a few pictures every once in a while rather than a whole big lump. Anyway, one of the highlights, (or was it a low light?) was talking with Isaac Mizrahi. We saw him at the Time Warner Center and walked over to see what the fuss was about. His intern, Matt, asked if we wanted to chat with him. Being fully aware of my weakness for fashion, I said "NO WAY!" Becky then said "YES!" Oh whatever. Another one of those mortifying moments. The best way to describe how I felt was when Meryl Streep gave Anne Hathaway the evil eye on Devil Wears Prada. They gave us a list of questions we would be asked and I had no idea how I would answer. Here is how the interview went on my end.

Isaac: When you get dressed to go out at night, what do you wear?

Me: Um....I never go out at night. I don't have anything special to wear. I stay at home with my five kids, all day long, that is what I do. I do enjoy your fashion line at Target (this is THE ONLY thing I felt confident saying).

Isaac: I haven't done Target for two years.

Me: Well, I really enjoyed your fashion line at Target two years ago.

Isaac: What staples do you have around your house that you like to wear?

Me: Jeans and a white t-shirt.

Isaac: Is there anything you do that makes you feel sexy?

Me: Take a shower?

Okay, I know there were other questions and more conversation but you pretty much can get the jest of it. By the end of the interview, he didn't even know what to say, he kept asking his interns what he should ask us. He was very nice, friendly, and didn't seem too disgusted with my sense of fashion, or lack there of. He did ask if we shared the same husband and we both laughed no. Even this very minute I am rolling my eyes at myself. I swore I would never watch the interview but I may just take a peek in a couple of weeks to see if I'm on his web-i-sode. And maybe, just MAYBE, I might post it. I'm hoping I'll think it's funnier then.

Princess Maggie

Look who turned 5 yesterday, Maggie Jane! We had a princess party for her to celebrate her big day.

Princesses or Divas?

Maggie chose her princess candles.

One of my FAVORITE pictures ever. I checked on Maggie before I went to bed and caught her wearing this! It's the mask to pin-the-crown-on-the-princess.

Happy Birthday Princess Maggie! We love you!

Dear John

Dear John,
Do you think you can fix my glasses?

Michael's Baptism

Look who was baptized last Saturday. He had to be baptized three times. Twice because his dad said the prayer wrong and once because his hand was sticking out of the water. Way to go Michael. We love you!

Gooood Morning!

You've gotta love it when you wake up to this...

and this....

PS. I spared you the picture with the poop on the floor.

Um...Yeah....

Image provided by my new phone (woot woot!).

This week hasn't been the greatest. I have daily challenges that I often express but this is beyond daily challenges. On Tuesday was the Dr.'s appointment with Kate. Talk about emotional! I went into the appointment, alone, only to be thrown for a loop. I told Andy he didn't need to go because I felt like the appointment would be inconclusive. Instead, I faced three medical professionals telling me all about this condition they believe Kate has. It wasn't pretty. I felt as though I was the victim on the show Intervention.

On Wednesday, Max decided to run away from home. He had gotten in trouble for drinking paint water at school. He was scared to tell us so he ran away instead. Of course I knew NOTHING about this. After an hour and a half of not being able to find him we finally called the police to ask for their help. I had friends and neighbors making phone calls, searching neighborhoods, searching my house over and over again. A parents worse nightmare, we really thought he had been kidnapped. He was found at his school hiding in the oak. Lots of tears, a huge sigh of relief, and prayers of gratitude!

My new motto in life is "don't sweat the small stuff". I have learned we have to pick and choose the things in life that are REALLY worth worrying over. Claire was stung by a bee yesterday, that was nothing. Today, I had all three kids in their car seats, dressed to the nines, ready to go to Target, and the car battery died! Who cares? What's most important is I have 5 amazing children, a fabulous husband, and amazing family and friends. Plus, I don't think that Diet Coke and ice-cream will be leaving the shelves anytime soon.