i’m never too busy to blog about purses…

Beth, from Total Mom Haircut has made up her own meme. About purses. I knew I liked that chick! I was tagged! Here are the rules:

"1) Post a picture of whatever bag you are carrying as of late. No, you cannot go up to your closet and pull out that cute little purse you used back before you had kids. I want to know what you carried today.
2) I want to know how much it cost ๐Ÿ™‚ And this is not to judge. This is for entertainment purposes only. So spill it. And if there is a story to go along with how you obtained it, Iโ€™d love to hear it.
3) Tag some chicks. And link back to this post so people know why the heck youโ€™re showing everyone your diaper bag/non-diaper bag."

1) Here is the Burberry goodness:
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2) My husband bought this purse for me. In Turkey. In the bazzaar. So it maayyyy not be exactly "Burberry." It might technically be Burburry or Barberry or Beberry. It cost about $35 or 3 jillion lira. (Actually, I have no idea how many lira. I'm not very good at math, particurally when decimals or fractions are involved.)
I asked for a bag that was not huge, but big enough to stash a diaper or two in and this one is perfect!! I totally love it and don't care one bit if it is actually Barblurry or Boobarry. It also is not leather, its this coated canvas, so if you spill your coffee on it, you can just wipe it off! Perfect for someone as coordinated as me!

3) I'm tagging:
Jo-Lynne from Musings of a Housewife – handbags are in her tagline, for pete's sake!

My sister-in-law from Sunny Side of Life - "obsession" does not begin to describe how she feels about Vera Bradley. Although if they made Steelers purses, she would be carrying one.

Heck, the rest of my family members who blog. You know who you are.

Jenny from Chicago from Chased by Children – I'm sure she has a cute bag. She just seems like someone who would carry a cute bag.

Megan from Mommy Esquire – I'm also picturing something cute, yet business like here….

Feel free to consider yourself tagged! I'm running late, so I can't tag anyone else! Clearly blogging about my purse is more important than getting my kids ready for school!

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dear toy companies,

If you are going to make "toys" that are so complicated that one needs at least an undergraduate engineering degree from MIT in order to have a chance assembling them, you really need to post instructions online.

Thanks!

Girlymama

We were given a Playmobil Magic Castle from friends who have outgrown it and I spent all morning trying to put the approximately eleventy billion small pieces together to make something that vaguely resembles a magical castle. I ended up just winging it, after I searched and searched only to discover there are no instructions online for this particular model. And I am no engineer, so we'll see how long my castle creation stays together ๐Ÿ˜‰

Well, now the kids have entertainment for a snowy day at home!

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cough, cough, bark

Once again, I found myself sitting in a steaming bathroom in the middle of the night, with the shower on full blast, holding a child who can't breathe.

Hello, croup, my archenemy.

Only this time, it was Colin. My poor baby! He fell asleep eventually and seems fine today. Too bad Husband and I can't say the same. I can never sleep when my kids have croup. I just lay awake listening to make sure they're still breathing…. YAWN.

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Speaking of exhausting and tiring things, HOW do my kids wake up with so much energy? It is completely normal for our girls to positively bounce out of bed talking a mile a minute.  Then you have to listen to them asking questions and giving thoughtful insights when all you want to do is take a shower in peace.

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I greatly dislike hearing about plane crashes when my husband traveling. Especially when a city he is traveling to is involved. It hits a little too close to home. That's my second reminder in one week about how quickly life can change. First our car accident, now this.

I get it! I've learned my lesson about taking things for granted! I'd like to stop worrying and get some sleep now!

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Does anyone have any tips for making a baby be quiet?

Colin has developed this ear-piercing shriek. Its only when he's in his high chair and when I'm not getting him food fast enough, but it is brutal. Its so loud and high-pitched that it literally makes my ears hurt. Any suggestions? Because "No!" and "Stop that!" don't seem to be working.

Happy weekend!

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“what were you thinking?”

I said to Ellie, who I caught standing on the stairs spitting. SPITTING. IN MY HOUSE. Just leaning over the last stair with a huge spit bomb dripping out of her mouth, apparently trying to aim it or something.
I seriously almost had an aneurysm.
Is this something new? How long has this been going on? Do I need to shampoo the carpets now?

I said to Grace, after she lifted up her brother and put him on her bed, which he promptly fell off of and banged his head. Those who know us in real life are thinking, "That's impressive" because Grace weighs around 33 pounds, only ten pounds more than Colin.  When I left the room, the girls were quietly coloring at their desk and Colin was happily playing with his cars on the floor. I went to go clean the bathroom – one room away – reminding the girls to keep an eye out for Colin. About 30 seconds later, I heard a huge thump and a scream. I ran in to find Colin crying and Grace looking guilty. Ellie was still coloring, oblivious to what was going on.
I didn't even know where to begin.
Her reason for putting him in her bed? "Because I love him." What am I supposed to say to that?

I said to Colin, who ate dirt out of a houseplant when I was folding laundry not even two feet away.
That I snapped a picture of (blog fodder!). Then he screamed when I cleaned him up and made him stop. This from the child who refuses to eat most vegetables.

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five-year-old trash talk

"You're goin' DOWN, Mom!"

"I'm going to kick your bottom! Oh, yes I am!!!"

"I didn't see that. I missed it. Was that a strike?" snicker, snicker

"Double Strikes. Ka-pow, Ka-pow!!" blows her fingers like smoking guns.

"Gobble Gobble." as she walks around the room like a turkey, after getting yet another turkey in Wii bowling.

"You are KIDDING me!" she yells when I (by some miracle) manage to bowl a strike.

I don't know where she gets this from. Husband.

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it’s okay. we’re okay.

We were all in our van driving up to Boston from Philly to visit family. I was driving on 95, the girls were watching a dvd, Colin was asleep and my husband was dozing in the passenger seat. We were making great time, there was very little traffic, everything was going great.

The car in front of me stopped suddenly. I slammed on my breaks and we screeched to a halt, barely missing the car in front of us. I glanced in my rear view mirror and realized what was going to happen about half a second before it did…

BAM!

We all slammed forward, everything not secured was flying around: the GPS flew off the window, the coffee I had just bought from McDonalds exploded all over – even the change in the coin holder was flying around the car.

My head hurt, my arm hurt, the kids were crying – Ellie said her head hurt, Grace said her back hurt and Colin was screaming at the top of his lungs. My husband and I just looked at each other, shocked.

Our well-planned itinerary, the luggage smashed in the trunk, our poor damaged van, the fact that we were somewhere in the middle of Connecticut (not even sure where) – not even an issue, not even a thought in our heads.

The fact that we were in an accident, on a highway, on 95, and we were all okay and able to drive our car away was a miracle. We were okay.

Nothing else mattered.

All of us were shaking, my heart was racing, my mind was going a mile a minute — I just kept saying "Its okay. We're okay." over and over. It wasn't until we were laying in bed that night that it truly hit me what had happened – and what could have happened that day.

All I wanted to do was to snuggle all of us together and not let go. Today, I have lost count of how many times I have kissed my kids and hugged them and said "I love you."

This was a screaming reminder that life is fragile. Everything can change in a millisecond.

Go kiss your babies. Love up your family. Leave no doubt in their little minds of your complete and utter devotion to them.

and here we go again…

Today we're driving up to Boston to see Nick's mom, who is here from India, and his extended family. We're especially excited for Nick's grandmother to meet Colin – her first great grandson.

The car is packed and we're leaving right after school.

We are NOT looking forward to this. Colin is already grumpy today and will probably not take too kindly to being strapped in a car seat for 7 to 8 hours.

Wish us luck!!! At least its not snowing!

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