As a child, I remember waking up on Sunday mornings and running downstairs to retrieve The Washington Post newspaper. Nestled inside was the TV Guide. And, inside that was the Holy Grail of Christmas TV shows!
My brother and I would scour through each night and circle every Christmas TV show we wanted to watch. We memorized the schedule.
Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer
Frosty the Snowman
'Twas the Night Before Christmas
On the night of the show, we would get our baths and PJs on without asking, settle in front of our gigantic box TV (complete with knobs and rabbit ears) and we would be in heaven.
It meant it was Christmas and Santa was on his way! There was an electricity in the air that I can't describe. It was magical.
I'm so happy I found this link on Pinterest so I can share those same cartoons with my kids. There's nothing like seeing Christmas through the eyes of children.
So, grab your remotes and set your DVRs! The show is about to begin!
2012 Christmas / Holiday TV Specials & Movies Schedule & TV Listings @ The Classic TV Database
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
Wednesday, November 21, 2012
Friday, November 9, 2012
Reminders
I still receive newsletters from our fertility clinic. Sometimes I think to myself that I should just unsubscribe. Having more children is not in our plans. Other times, a voice inside my head tells me I can't. I'm not ready to say goodbye.
Infertility is (in a way) a distant memory. Over the last 3 years, my life has moved from being consumed about getting pregnant to being consumed with taking care of my twins and my family.
As any mother will tell you, there are good days and bad days with your kids. The good days are so totally awesome that you want to shout to everyone about how awesome your totally awesome kids are.
And, on the bad days? Ugh.
On those bad days, I yell. I threaten to take their TV time away. The words "timeout" are mentioned more times than I like to admit.
I will admit this. On the REALLY bad days, I try to remember what it was like to be on my own schedule. To lay on the couch and have a lazy day without interruption. To have a clean house. To go out to dinner with my husband and have a conversation about something other than kids.
And then I give myself a kick in the ass.
And I make myself go back and read my blog when I was so desperate to get pregnant.
When the fertility clinic was my only hope. When those newsletters offered support and ideas and encouragement.
It's so easy to take things for granted when you have them. I'm glad those newsletters remind me of that.
Infertility is (in a way) a distant memory. Over the last 3 years, my life has moved from being consumed about getting pregnant to being consumed with taking care of my twins and my family.
As any mother will tell you, there are good days and bad days with your kids. The good days are so totally awesome that you want to shout to everyone about how awesome your totally awesome kids are.
And, on the bad days? Ugh.
On those bad days, I yell. I threaten to take their TV time away. The words "timeout" are mentioned more times than I like to admit.
I will admit this. On the REALLY bad days, I try to remember what it was like to be on my own schedule. To lay on the couch and have a lazy day without interruption. To have a clean house. To go out to dinner with my husband and have a conversation about something other than kids.
And then I give myself a kick in the ass.
And I make myself go back and read my blog when I was so desperate to get pregnant.
When the fertility clinic was my only hope. When those newsletters offered support and ideas and encouragement.
It's so easy to take things for granted when you have them. I'm glad those newsletters remind me of that.
Sunday, November 4, 2012
Giving Back
If you've followed my blog for awhile (or atleast since the twins were born), you are probably familiar with my birth story. If not, you can read it here.
During the twins' delivery, I hemorraghed and needed a blood transfusion - 4 units of blood. Without that transfusion, I would have died. One month later during Kendall's meningitis battle, she required a blood transfusion to increase her red blood cells. Without that transfusion, she would have gotten sicker.
2 needs for blood within 4 weeks.
Since those days, I've always vowed that I would give back so someone else could benefit from the blood that I donate.
The American Red Cross is always in need. If you are able, please consider making a blood or monetary donation to this worthy organization. They are currently assisting 9,000 families with temporary shelter in the post-Sandy areas. They can't do it without donations from the public.
They touched my life and I'm extremely grateful.
Disclaimer: I have no affiliation with the American Red Cross.
During the twins' delivery, I hemorraghed and needed a blood transfusion - 4 units of blood. Without that transfusion, I would have died. One month later during Kendall's meningitis battle, she required a blood transfusion to increase her red blood cells. Without that transfusion, she would have gotten sicker.
2 needs for blood within 4 weeks.
Since those days, I've always vowed that I would give back so someone else could benefit from the blood that I donate.
The American Red Cross is always in need. If you are able, please consider making a blood or monetary donation to this worthy organization. They are currently assisting 9,000 families with temporary shelter in the post-Sandy areas. They can't do it without donations from the public.
They touched my life and I'm extremely grateful.
Disclaimer: I have no affiliation with the American Red Cross.
Thursday, November 1, 2012
Step Off, Sandy. We have some trick or treatin' to do!
We made it through Sandy's wrath unscathed. Thank God. My thoughts and prayers are with those who were affected so horribly. The devastation is unbelievable in New York and New Jersey.
Things were back to normal around here by Wednesday. We got a shitload of rain (6 inches) and some strong winds but we never lost power and all of the surrounding trees stayed in tact.
Can I get an Amen?
Halloween went off without a hitch. We travelled about 20 minutes to my sister's house so all of the cousins could trick or treat together.
The twins had a BLAST! I can honestly say "they got it" this year. As soon as I picked them up from pre-school that afternoon, they both asked when we were going trick or treating.
They got 5 dress up costumes for their birthday this year so I figured we'd be set with costumes for Halloween. Um, no.
Chris decided he wanted to be "Piderman". I have absolutely no idea where that idea came from because he never showed any interest in that character and he didn't own anything "Piderman" at all.
So, "Piderman" it was.
I thought for sure Kendall would want to wear one of her three princess dresses. Um, no.
She wanted to be a..... wait for it. Wait for it.
A cow.
I really didn't want to spend $30-$40 on a costume so I started researching ideas on Pinterest. I found a cute idea for a homemade costume that I thought I could handle.
I excitingly showed it to Kendall and she replied, "No, Mommy. I want to be a brown cow."
Seriously?!
I happened to mention the costume to my mother-in-law and a few days later, she called me and said she found one on sale for $20 in Kendall's size. I told her to grab it.
She brought it over a few weekends before Halloween and when I opened the bag, this is what I found.
At first glance, it looks great. Until you squeeze the nose.
And it whinnies and gallops.
Kendall was none the wiser and stil thinks it's a cow costume. The nose has been squeezed multiple times and either she knows and hasn't said anything or she doesn't care.
So, back to trick or treating.
This year, the twins really understood the concept. They walked up to the doors, rang the doorbell or knocked and said "Trick or Treat!" like pros. And, they even remembered to say "Thank you" afterwards.
Their little Pottery Barn pumpkins were full to the brim after only 45 minutes. As we walked back to my sister's house, we kept asking if we could carry their baskets because they looked heavy.
Nope. They were too proud of their loot and wanted to carry it all by themselves.
Things were back to normal around here by Wednesday. We got a shitload of rain (6 inches) and some strong winds but we never lost power and all of the surrounding trees stayed in tact.
Can I get an Amen?
Halloween went off without a hitch. We travelled about 20 minutes to my sister's house so all of the cousins could trick or treat together.
The twins had a BLAST! I can honestly say "they got it" this year. As soon as I picked them up from pre-school that afternoon, they both asked when we were going trick or treating.
They got 5 dress up costumes for their birthday this year so I figured we'd be set with costumes for Halloween. Um, no.
Chris decided he wanted to be "Piderman". I have absolutely no idea where that idea came from because he never showed any interest in that character and he didn't own anything "Piderman" at all.
So, "Piderman" it was.
I thought for sure Kendall would want to wear one of her three princess dresses. Um, no.
She wanted to be a..... wait for it. Wait for it.
A cow.
I really didn't want to spend $30-$40 on a costume so I started researching ideas on Pinterest. I found a cute idea for a homemade costume that I thought I could handle.
I excitingly showed it to Kendall and she replied, "No, Mommy. I want to be a brown cow."
Seriously?!
I happened to mention the costume to my mother-in-law and a few days later, she called me and said she found one on sale for $20 in Kendall's size. I told her to grab it.
She brought it over a few weekends before Halloween and when I opened the bag, this is what I found.
At first glance, it looks great. Until you squeeze the nose.
And it whinnies and gallops.
Kendall was none the wiser and stil thinks it's a cow costume. The nose has been squeezed multiple times and either she knows and hasn't said anything or she doesn't care.
So, back to trick or treating.
This year, the twins really understood the concept. They walked up to the doors, rang the doorbell or knocked and said "Trick or Treat!" like pros. And, they even remembered to say "Thank you" afterwards.
Their little Pottery Barn pumpkins were full to the brim after only 45 minutes. As we walked back to my sister's house, we kept asking if we could carry their baskets because they looked heavy.
Nope. They were too proud of their loot and wanted to carry it all by themselves.
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