life is a musical – i want to sing it all night long

To round out the first week of my “Thanksgiving Year,” here are a few more things I am grateful for:

1) The birth of Steve Earl Godwin, 37 years ago today.

2) The book “Be Happy” which he bought for me two and a half months ago to inspire me and re-ignite my fire for my book project idea.

3) Musical Theatre.  I’ve grown up loving musical theatre, which anyone who knows me can attest to.  I talk about it ad nauseum and am a little obsessed by a certain few, namely Rent and Les Mis.  Now I’m enjoying exposing my girls to some of the snappy tunes I grew up hearing;

Morning: Good Morning, Starshine (Hair) – kids love the “Gliddy glub gloopy Nibby nabby noopy La la la lo lo” part.

Bed time:  Goodnight My Someone (Music Man), Stay Awake (Mary Poppins)

Bath time: Singing in the Rain (SITR) &  I’m Gonna Wash that Man Right Outta My Hair (South Pacific) – You can use the word soap instead of “man” if you don’t want to teach your daughter to be a hater at an early age.

To comfort: Everything’s Alright (Jesus Christ Superstar) – minus the Judas tirade

The list goes on and on, but these are my top of mind faves.

To close I will leave you with this little ditty I came across tonight. Hope you enjoy it.  I already have it memorized.  But can you tell me who the guy is in the yellow tee with the smiley face?

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best damn grocery store

Despite their annoyingly narrow aisles and invariably cramped parking lots, I am in LOVE with Trader Joes. Here’s why:

1) Comparable, if not better, prices than everywhere else

2) Yummy, unique culinary treats, like their MultiGrain Lasagna, Vodka Pasta Sauce, and Lite Havarti Cheese Slices

3) Cool, funky, good looking, helpful, and always amiable checkers that unload your cart

4) High quality, high fashion, reusable bags that save the environment (They were one of the first to start selling them…if you don’t already have some I highly recommend them)

5) Candy Cane Joe Joes

What I’m thankful for tonight…The Trader Joes that is opening up a few blocks from my house in the next 3 months.

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for the love of cheese pizza

When I was pregnant with baby #1 I had a major aversion to anything vegetable and a constant craving for anything pizza.  Well, I take that back…not anything pizza…only plain cheese and maybe an occasional pepperoni.  One Friday afternoon, sometime in my 2nd trimester, I was at work and got a whiff of a Costco Pizza and followed the scent around the office til I spotted it.  How did I know it was Costco Pizza?  A pregnant woman just knows these things.  Anyway, I finally found it in the conference room, lifted up the lid to see a glorious, greasy, cheezy, yummy yummerson cheese pizza, and yes, it was from Costco.  I salivated instinctively and almost dove right in.  But…for some reason I didn’t.   In looking back I can’t remember why I didn’t, but I didn’t.  That would have been the end of the story, pregancy craving satisfied, case closed.    But nooooo…what I did do, was call my hubby and ask him to bring one home since he works close to Costco.  And it was set…date night on the couch, a movie or a dvr’d Grey’s, comfy pj’s and a large, delicious, Costco CHEESE pizza. Life can’t get much better than that to a 6 months preggo lady who can’t drink alcohol or see her toes.

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I arrived home before Steve and in anticipation of the big event, I prepared the house.  I lit a few candles, set out the trivet, arranged the paper napkins & paper plates…there was no dish washing after pizza night, poured the cranberry juice in wine glasses and put on my low rise sweats…there was no waistband coming anywhere near my belly on pizza night.   After awhile I heard the garage door open and I let out a squeal of excitement and again I salivated.  Seriously, I couldn’t wait.

Steve came up the stairs and as he tried to make small talk, how was your day blah, blah, blah, I bum rushed him, grabbed the pizza, set it on the trivet, and placed in a precise spot on the dining table.  For the next few seconds, I was in a time warp.  You know when you’re so excited about something your vision goes a little blurry for a second and everything moves in slow mo.  I could smell the pizza and I could not wait. In T-Minus 3 seconds I was going to have a mouth-watering slice of cheese pizza in my mouth.  I bent down and went to open the pizza box… BIG, HUGE GASP….WHAT?  IS THAT?

In a nanosecond my elation turned to disbelief and utter disappointment.  Instead of looking down at a glorious, greasy, cheezy, yummy yummerson cheese pizza, I saw a hideous, gag inducing, WORKS pizza.  What seemed like 100 various vegetables stared back at me, laughing their veggie a$$es off.  Deflated and starving, I dropped the lid, and turned to walk away.  Most likely a few expletives came out of my mouth but it is all such a blur, I’m really not sure what I said.  Steve turned to look at me, having no idea what was wrong.  He had done what any good-intentioned husband would do…he bought a works pizza thinking all the veggies and protein would be good for the baby.  Guess what, I didn’t give a crap about the baby (you know what I mean…).  I wanted CHEESE pizza.  The one I had seen earlier in the day, the one I had salivated over and on, the one I had been envisioning in my head all day long.

A discussion of sorts ensued.  He offered to go back but I just ended up huffing and puffing for a while then picking off the unwanted produce and eating it, but we all know, it was just not the same.  I let it go, but in the back of my mind I knew I was going to need some good cheese pizza to make up for it.   And soon.

Stay tuned til tomorrow’s post to find out when, how, where and if I ended up getting my highly anticipated cheese pizza…

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never say never

Until I became a parent, there were certain things I told myself I would never do…

1) I thought I would never sink to bribing my children…This photo cost me one Wiggles episode and some Yogos.  Why do you think she’s so happy?

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Parental bribery comes in many forms…If you eat your peas, you can have some dessert…If you stop whining, we can go play outside…If you pick up your toys, you can have a longer bath.  The ethics of it all may be questionable but I call it doin’ what you gotta do.  Don’t feel shame, embrace the bribe!

2) I also thought I would never base my life around my kids’ naps or bedtime…This photo was taken just after I said it was time to leave the park cause it was time for nap…She’s half bummed and half happy cause nap time means binky time.

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Yes, in a previous post I turned my nose up at routines, however that was primarily meant for real little ones.  After 6 months or so, a child will develop natural nap/sleep habits.  Some moms stick to them and some don’t.  My personal experience is that if I don’t stick to Lil’s nap schedule, I will be paying for it in temper tantrums and whines later.  No amount of fun at the park or anywhere for that matter, is worth it to me.  So…I base my life around Lil’s nap and nighttime schedule.  Yes, I am that person.

3) Last but not least…I NEVER thought I would dress my kid in Crocs

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What is with these things?  Kids just L-O-V-E them!  And I actually love them now too…they’re easy to put on, fun to dress up with the little Jibitz, and great for the beach, park or pool.

Until you’ve walked in someone’s shoes, it’s best not to pass judgement. I don’t think I took that adage seriously until becoming a parent. Yes, I’ll take some ketchup with my words, that would be great, thanks!

The fireman and the fairy princess

There is something so special about watching your children grow up along side one of your closest friend’s children.   My girl Amy and I have been BFFs since grade school.  One fine day we connected over scratch n’ sniff stickers on the playground, and a bond was forged forever.

She has been a confidant, a partner in crime, and cheerleader to me for 30 years.  We have seen each other through some of the best and worst times of our lives.  Most recently, she was the labor & delivery nurse who took care of me when I gave birth to both my girls.  That was pretty amazing… to have a woman who knows me better than almost anyone else in the world, standing by my side, opposite my hubby, helping me through the hardest yet most precious moments in my life.

Now we live a few miles away from each and are as close as ever.  Her son James is the same age as Lily and she’s got another boy on the way that will be just a few months younger than Lex.

I just love watching Lil & James play together.  Although James is 2 months her junior, they have been on the exact same schedule developmentally.  They got their first teeth at the same time, crawled at the same time and started talking at the same time.   He even calls her by her first and middle name as only her close family members do… Lily Gwace, he yells from across the park.  It just melts my heart.

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As I was growing up, my parent’s friends always seemed to love me and care about me so much.  They asked about me, came to my volleyball games and plays and seemed honestly intersted in how I was doing.    I never really got it.  Now I do…

I know this much is true

Besides the fact I’m dying to read Wally Lamb’s new book…

1) Boo Boo Buddies, or as Lil calls them Boo Boo Bunnies, are the cure-all, savior for any injury, big or small, or even any random tantrum, big or small. Those three little words, Boo Boo Bunny, have become mommy & daddy’s best friend.  As soon as the slightest incident occurs, before the tears begin to flow, I can say “Should I get Boo Boo Bunny?” and she’s immediately feeling better.  And it’s even better in the middle of a meltdown, to see her smile through the pouty, watery red face when I pull one out.  BBB’s are the cutest little  freezer gel packs that are soft so they can mold to whatever part of the body has the boo boo.  I’m telling you they work every time!  I’m not an expert, just a mommy and this much I know.

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2) Routines suck! Kids need them, I need them in order to deal with my kids, but they suck because they don’t last.  I don’t know why this is, but it’s a fact…as soon as parents develop a routine with one or multiple kids, SOMETHING will happen to screw it all up.   I myself have just experienced a recent routine screw up, hence the bitter tone.  About a month ago, when Lexi turned 4 months, we started fell into a great routine with her.  She was sleeping through the night more or less, without needing night feedings.   We took our Pediatrician’s advice, cause we take his word for gospel pretty much.  And it worked.  It always works…until of course any combination of the following happen: Daylight Savings ends, teething begins, baby’s first cold strikes, there’s a full moon, mommy parties at a Madonna concert, baby gets stopped up from trying solids, or frenetic energy fills the world when Obama becomes our next President of the US of A.  We Godwins experienced every last one of those items in the past week and a half and it’s been really crappy a real pleasure, let me tell you. The happy, sleep filled nights we were blessed to have for 3 weeks just went to h*ll in a hand basket.  The good news is that sleepless nights aren’t forever, they come to an end too. It’s an ebb and flow, and that’s what I know.

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3) I am my mother (The fact that I just said “Hell in a handbasket” in the previous segment is proof in the pudding…see…).  Now, I don’t say that in a negative way, I love my mom.  She is one of the most energetic, vibrant, caring women I know.  I can only hope to have some of those characteristics.  But I’m talking about those mom idiosyncrasies…you know, the traits that used to drive me crazy when I was growing up.

I’m losing my hearing – I’m at least at a 35 on the tv volume monitor.  Now I crummy for calling her “Miracle Ear”.

I am getting forgetful – Where did I put my keys? Did I already make that phone call I wanted to make? What’s your name again?  Now I’m feeling guilty for introducing my friends with the wrong name just to mess with her.

I comment on red heads….In a good way.  I feel the need to point them out and say “look at that beautiful red hair”.  My mom has done this my whole life.  Apparently her strawberry blond hair paved her way into the Redhead Club and she feels the need to point them out wherever we are.  It’s a pride thing.

My bunions…I will go no further. (Fog City Lolita just mentioned bunions this week in her blog too.  Why are they so gross?  and painful? and yet a treat to poke fun at?)

I say absurd things like the aforementioned.  Other noteworthies… “I’ve got a bee in my bonnet”, “Don’t get snippy with me” or my favorite,  “Holy Mackerel.”

In all these ways and too many more to account for here, I am my mother.  This much I know, oh, you betcha.

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4) It’s smart to dvr Ellen…I never check the listings to see who her guests will be, but when I have a few moments to myself I scroll through my Ellen and Oprah recordings to see if there are any must see’s.  Many times I will delete recordings without even watching however yesterday was a special day for Mama Mary.  My one and only, top of “the list”, “mom’s allowed to have one celebrity crush” was on.  You guessed it…Justin himself!  I tried unsuccessfully not to scream, I didn’t want to wake the girls.  I needed the moment to myself.   Just me and Justin.  It was awesome.  Sisters…take it from me…put her on your tivo/dvr queue immediately…you might just get a dose of your favorite mancake when you least expect it.  (Mrs. G at my fave blog, Derfwad Manor, shares a piece of Mancake everyday, check her out.)  I’m a genius to dvr Ellen and this much I know, fo sho!

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5) I need to ALWAYS pre-make my coffee at night. This much I know…so I’m off to do it now.

Night Night.

A few of my favorite things

Things Mama Mary likes:

Bean Bag Toss – A simple, fun, keep ’em busy for hours game.  The slant of the board makes it easy for the kids to toss the bags in and actually make it.   A great way to teach colors, numbers, hand-eye coordination and the competitive spirit.

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“My Songs” – A CD with fun kid songs that are custom made with your kid’s name.  A co-worker gave this to me when Lil was young and it is still one of her favorites.  How can you not like hearing your name said over and over? (This is a family blog, get your mind out of the gutter!)

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Huggies Little Swimmers Sunscreen – Both the lotion and the spray are awesome and they smell Mmmmm Good!  Blue Melon and Mango Coconut – you’ll want to eat your kid if you don’t already! (They also have fragrance free)

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Winter Dream Tea at Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf This one is for mom… If you’re a chai lover like me than it’s a slam dunk. And tonight (11/11) they are giving out complimentary Holiday Drinks from 5:00pom – 8:00pm.  Can I get what what?

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Cute things that Lil says:

“I love bagels in my life.”

“Where’s my ranching dress?” (I finally figured out she meant Ranch Dressing which I just introduced her too.  I know, I’m an upstanding mom).

“Goodnight Daddy.  Read mommy’s blog!”

Side note: Not so cute things include today’s small eruption over my right turn on a red light.  You try explaining the “right turn on red” rule to a toddler that has just had “red means stop” and “green means go” ingrained in her brain.   “Who’s on first?” I asked but she didn’t get it.

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