Happy Birthday to Me!

Today's my 32nd birthday. I admit I started the day with some dread - I mean, is there anyone out there the enjoys getting older? But as the day winds to a close, I'm grateful to have one more day under my belt. As my mom said to me, "If you're not getting older, you're dead." Ain't that the truth!

In the grand scheme of birthdays, it's been pretty low key - and I guess that's the best kind. I got to sleep in till 9:00 - and by the time I got up, Jake had been fed, Justin had been fed and changed, and the coffee was fresh and hot. After repeatedly telling Steve I didn't need anything special, he insisted on going to the store - and came back with the cutest card, a cookies and cream cake that should be illegal it was so good, and "The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants". The first thing that popped into my head was "This will be FANTASTIC to read at the spa!" I was able to take a shower in peace - and even eat lunch at lunch time! While the boys napped I took an hour and ran a few errands - and when I came back, I enjoyed my birthday dinner of leftover mac and cheese (before you roll your eyes, it was homemade mac and cheese - that I made - and I totally give myself a pat on the back - it was W O N D E R F U L). After some goofing off with the boys, Jake and I played "Chutes and Ladders" while Justin romped and listened to Steve play his guitar.

And here I am - 8:30 at night. Both boys are in bed - and I've made the executive decision that "It's my birthday and I won't do any chores if I want to!" - so I'll be sitting down under my heater blanket with some hot cocoa and a movie. I'm sure there are more glamorous things to be doing on one's birthday - but in my world, a day with love, smiles, happy memories (and some decadent chocolate cake) is all I need.

Hooray for gluten free!

Although Justin hasn't been officially diagnosed with any wheat/gluten allergy/sensitivity, I've decided that I'm going to avoid those foods until he's at least a year old. So I made the trek to the Green Market in town to see what they had for the little Pork Chop to snack on. I picked up some bread sticks and animal crackers - both wheat/gluten/soy/milk free - and as unappealing as they are to me, Justin LOVES them! The breadsticks are nice and crunchy - perfect for him to gum his little teething mouth on. And the animal crackers are a good treat now and then. Jake loves to help feed his little brother - and has taken on the task of teaching Justin how to sign "more" when he wants more snack!

Our Holiday

When I was little and I'd ask my mom what she wanted for Christmas, she'd always say "I just want you kids to be happy." I thought she was full of it - I mean, who doesn't want anything for Christmas? Who would be content to spend time with friends, see the joy on the faces of their children - who'd be satisfied with a living room full of paper and plastic and utter chaos, or a belly totally overstuffed with breakfast goodies and Polish treats?

Now I know my mom's had it right all along. Yes, I got some wonderful presents - but the best gift was a heart full of love and a mind full of memories. Can't really put bows on that.

Our fun started on Christmas Eve day, with lunch at Jade Garden with the neighbors. It's becoming a yearly tradition for us all to get together for Chinese food - and it was wonderful! Jake was thrilled to be sitting next to his "girlfriend" Mercy, sharing chicken nuggets and fries, while Justin was busy trying to grab anything and everything within reach. We all exchanged gifts - giggled at our fortunes from the cookies - and headed home.

We weren't home for very long before my parents appeared with a Mazda packed to the gills with presents. It was a bit of a challenge to keep the boys from plowing into the gifts - but we somehow managed to distract them long enough to unload and settle in. Dad went to check into their hotel and mom spent time with her shadow (aka Jake) while Justin slept. Steve and I headed out to church for the Christmas Eve candlelight service. It was beautiful - - - there was even a baptism of the cutest twin boys! Rosie, the neighbor's daughter, noticed the look on my face and whispered "Kirsten, don't get any ideas...you just had one!"

Once Steve and I got back, it was time for Jake to hit the sack. So we got out a plate and left 2 cookies for Santa (as Jake said, we don't want him to get "tummy sick") plus some apple for the reindeer. After he was settled, we devoured pierogi that my dad brought - and while Steve brought up the rest of the presents, I got a breakfast casserole ready for the next day. Mom and dad headed to the hotel for the night - and we settled in as well.

Although Justin woke a few times for a bottle, there were no 3am pleas to open presents. And thankfully, the stocking full of goodies left by Santa was enough to keep Jake occupied until mom, dad, and Dana arrived. Here's Steve and Jake playing with some of those sponge-capsule thingies...

Here's Justin playing quietly before opening...

And here is the carnage after...

We all recieved wonderful presents. Among the goodies we recieved, Steve got a mini fridge and TV for his "man space" downstairs. Jake got his Click Start Computer that he asked Santa for, and Justin got some clothes that fit! I got a gift certificate for the Norwich Spa, and a tin punch Dana made. It's the Watch Hill, RI lighthouse, where Steve proposed.

After the gifts were open, we sat down to brunch - Egg Nog bread with Pumpkin Butter, Breakfast Casserole, Apple Bread Pudding, Kapusta and Kielbasa with Rye Bread, fresh fruit. It was all so delicious. Dana headed out around 2 to meet up with his girlfriend's family - and seeing as mom and dad were jetting their way to NC for the Car Care Bowl, they left shortly after. It was different than we've done in the past but still nice.

So there's our day! Like I said before - gifts are nice, but the fact that we were all together - happy, healthy, and loving - was the best present of all.

Ho Ho Ho!

Merry Christmas!

Sending warm wishes from our family to yours!!

(once I finish finding my home in the chaos that is Christmas with 2 small kids, I'll fill ya in!)

A Year in the life of...Princess Sophia

How neglectful of me! I forgot to include the newest member of our family - Princess Sophia! OK - so she's a cat. But ya'll know I could be that crazy cat lady if given the chance...

Sophia joined our family in July. We had to have Sammy the Wonder Cat put to sleep in March - between her kidney disease and that pet food recall, she just wasn't the spritely kitty we loved. The saying that a house is not a home without a cat is true - it just wasn't the same here. After much begging and pleading with Steve, the boys and I took a trip to the Connecticut Humane Society to pick out our new addition.

Steve had expressed interest in an orange tabby tom - but aside from one that was a bit past his prime, there were no males. We knew we wanted an adult cat, preferably an indoor cat, box trained, and ready to go. After perusing the cages for quite some time, a wee little kitty mewed from her top perch. I opened the cage to pet her, and I knew she was the one for us! She started purring, rubbing her head on my hand - and when I showed her to Jake, she did the same to him. Her profile said she was 2 1/2 - box trained - and although she was found abandoned under a porch (with her litter of kittens) they believed she was previously an indoor cat. Perfect for us! After some paperwork, Sophia was in her soon-to-be clawed up cardboard carrier, ready to go.

It took her a few days to really get acclimated. I'm sure the fact that there was an overly excited 3 year old trying in vain to pet her at every opportunity didn't help matters any! But once things settled down, Sophia has become so comfortable in the chaos that is our home. She still has so much kitten in her - runs around the house from end to end, jumps from table to chair to ledge, pounces on anything and everything she can find. She's a big old snuggle bunny - with an incredibly loud purr. And she's so protective of the boys! Any time either is crying, she's right there making sure everything is ok.

So that concludes the cast of characters that is our family. Sometimes it's a drama - sometimes it's a comedy - but it's never dull!

Who's Your Daddy? (Conversation with a 3 year old part 1)

Conversation with a 3 year old...

"Where's daddy?"

"Daddy's at work."

"I want my daddy. I wanna play MegaMan with my daddy."

"Ya know, he's not just your daddy - he's Justin's daddy, too."

"NOO! He's MY daddy! He's not Justin's daddy!!"

"Well, then who's Justin's daddy?"

"Santa Claus."

We have a new food!

WOOHOO! It appears Justin's repertoire of foods has increased to 7! At 8 months, he can now eat applesauce, pears, peaches, sweet potatoes, rice krispies, rice chex, and rice cakes.

OK - maybe 7 is pushing it, as the krispies and chex are pretty much the same thing. But the rice cakes are new as of tonight. He LOVED gnawing on those tasteless little frisbies. I honestly don't think they're good for much more than target practice - but they were the most fascinating treat on his dinner tray. Unfortunately, once rice cakes are saturated in baby saliva, they turn into the gummiest mess - that, once dried, is quite similar to concrete.

I'm still concerned about some sort of wheat/gluten allergy/intolerance though - somehow Justin managed to get a saltine over the weekend (I think a little Jacob-fairy delivered it to a certain baby brother). The next day was poop-a-palooza - complete with raging rump rash. I'm hoping that his tummy is just really finnecky - but if it's still like this when he's a year old we're heading for allergy testing.

In the meantime, I'm stocking up on tasteless little frisbies and getting a new scraper for the concrete on the dinner tray.