tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102136812023634362024-02-19T07:31:51.955-05:00Staying Home with ScarlettMeg Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01290164550389266654noreply@blogger.comBlogger322125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1410213681202363436.post-35038702443429278712014-01-21T15:55:00.002-05:002014-01-21T16:07:13.913-05:00Scarlett is FOUR!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Katie Scarlett turned FOUR-years-old last Sunday. I'm not sure how so many years flew by already, but I do know that I'm excited for a million and four more! Scarjo is me and I love it! She calls me her bestie. She is left-handed. And grumpy! When she's angry or frustrated she cannot control her body as she freaks out. Me to a T. I've learned self-control as I've aged and I'm sure she'll get there... She cannot tell a lie and even if I'm in the other room when she does something that I've asked her not to do, she'll come find me, tell me what it is she did, and say, "Mummy, I'm so sorry I picked up Winnie!" How can I get angry at that?! <br />
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Scarlett is sleeping in her own room always and wakes us up every once in a while if her blankets get un-tucked. She sleeps with no less than 5 stuffed animals, no matter how many times I sneak some out. Of course, Brandy, her monkey, is closest. When she's hurt or in trouble, it's a toss-up between who she'll cry for; me or Brandy. I have no idea where she came up with the name Brandy. I'm guessing she stole it from the local flower store owner's dog's name??? <br />
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Her favorite color is purple, animals are cats, favorite princess is Belle...or Repunzel, or Sofia the first, or Tiana...depending on the day/hour/mood she is in! She can play with babies all day, but she really loves to watch Thomas. She is SMART. I know I have to say that because she is mine, but even her teacher agrees! :-) I hope that she continues to love reading and is nice to her sister more often than not!<br />
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She weighs 32ish lbs. and I have no idea how tall she is...we'll find out specifics in February when we go for her four year wellness visit. Her teeth are still wonky, but less noticeable. Thank goodness! Scarlie Jojo goes to nursery school, and while I hate to let her go, I love the new routine and hearing her stories.<br />
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Scarlett is getting older and even funnier! After a discussion about babies being born (I liiiieeeee!), she asked how they come out of the belly button and don't leave a hole. When "magic" didn't stop the questions, I said they use needles that don't hurt. She made a concerned face and said, "I don't want to be a mummy, I'll just be a ballerina!" Ha! Stuff like that, all the time. <br />
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And she sings songs. Always. To everything. Her latest to Winston, "I don't love your kisses, but I do love your love!" Yesss! Maybe the next Beyonce?! Maybe!<br />
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I wish I could remember more of the funny things she says. She makes me belly laugh all the time!<br />
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I get so sad when I think about Scarlett getting older and leaving me, so I tell her, "COLBY!" Then I feel guilty because I'm already laying the guilt for that conversation in the future. But then I think about her leaving and it reinforces my wanting to make her stay. Bad, bad, bad! Or genius?!<br />
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For her 4th birthday celebration, I wanted to have lots of friends come to the playground and have a free-for-all with running around fun, pizza, cake, and presents...but then I remembered that it's January in cold, iced-over Maine. Indoor gymnastics party was almost the same! <br />
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After a morning filled with yummy doughnut breakfast (tradition!) and opening Auntie Mimi and Lulu's gift early, we were off to Decal Gymnastic for some birthday fun!<br />
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The kids all played and did gymnastics for the first hour, then it was time for pizza! After lunch, more playing, cupcakes & gifts, a few more minutes of gymnastics, then everyone headed home! Easy for me and fuuunnnn for Scarlett! Even Poppy got to do some gymnastics...<br />
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After the party, we were all exhausted, but we rallied and had more festive fun. Now it was time for the birthday girl to open her gifts from Tyler and me (ME!). All last week, I thought about and put back and bought and didn't buy a last gift for Scarlett. It was almost going to be a Water Baby, then it was almost Baby Alive Real Surprises doll. In the end, I thought the BA doll would take away from her imaginative play (And $55 for a doll that was not an American Girl seemed crazy after she just got Saige!) and the Water Baby was missing her bottle. Womp, womp. So when I spotted this $19 real life generic brand baby, I <i><b><u>knew</u></b></i> she had to have it. It was a baby who cried and sounded just like a real newborn baby! Once the decision was made, the hardest part was hiding it from Poppy and her sticky fingers! I'd say it was a hit:</div>
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Here she is tackling the rest of her gifts! A purple stuffed horse purse, a matching outfit with Saige, a wheelchair kit for Saige, playdoh, a mini barbie, and a birthday barbie; not too much and she was ecstatic! Mission accomplished. We spent the next day opening up and playing with her new things, so that she would use and appreciate everything! Next up...<b>thank you notes</b>! </div>
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Oooor another party! Two days after the 19th, Scarlett was still celebrating! Her teacher celebrates her student's birthdays by inviting the family in to bring a special snack and sing "happy birthday!" That was this morning; we brought mini muffins and fruit and we got to see Scarlett playing with her classmates! </div>
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<br />Meg Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01290164550389266654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1410213681202363436.post-10737733219787320422014-01-17T13:33:00.000-05:002014-01-17T13:33:00.617-05:00Well, the brunette 'do lasted a few months...But I just feel more like myself as a blonde! YAY! <br />
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I am so happy to be blonde! (I haven't blogged in so long that I'm about to go back and get my roots touched up!)<br />
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The eyebrow picture is as dark as I was with my eyebrows filled in, but no make up...must find a better representation of myself next time...but you get the idea!Meg Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01290164550389266654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1410213681202363436.post-20841623473422279692014-01-16T13:08:00.000-05:002014-01-16T13:08:51.959-05:00The Polar ExpressI love that I am <i>just now </i>getting all caught up with our holiday fun on my blog. Blogger fail. But it must be documented...I have too much fun looking back! <br />
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So on December 1, on the tenth anniversary of Frank's passing, my mom brought all of her kids and all of her grandchildren to go on The Polar Express!!! It seemed appropriate for us all to be together and talking about what Frank would be saying/thinking about all these ladies! <br />
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Before the big event, I let Scarlett watch the movie a few times because she wasn't familiar with the story and the book is just a bit too long. By the time it was time to go, she was all pumped up to go to the North Pole! <br />
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It was a really great experience for all the little ones, but I think Camdyn, 9, was a little too old. They literally drove the train down the railway, stopped and said, "There's the North Pole," then drove back. It was a total of one hour and pretty torturous for the adults, but the excitement on the kids' faces made it all worth it, cheesy as it sounds! <br />
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There was Christmas music playing after they finished reading <i>The Polar Express </i>and they served hot cocoa! Santa even came along for a ride on the way back! Perfect! <br />
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Of course, I have millions of pictures!<br />
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After this, we went to Whole Foods, so definitely worth the trip! Meg Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01290164550389266654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1410213681202363436.post-16546626697210513162014-01-15T13:13:00.000-05:002014-01-15T13:13:17.282-05:00BEST. CHRISTMAS. EVER. We had a fantastic Christmas!!! The gifts were toned down from past years and that just made it more fun! Less stress, but more thoughtfulness! Yes, please! <br />
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This was the first year that Scarlett <i><b>got it</b>. </i>It was magical for her and that added so much fun for me! We made reindeer food, drove around looking at lights, talked about how Santa goes into the houses through the chimneys, left out the cookies and milk for Santa, and all that good stuff! <br />
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Tracking Santa with Lulu...<br />
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Wrapping gifts:<br />
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And he brought "Staige" with him! Scarlett was psyched!<br />
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<br />Meg Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01290164550389266654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1410213681202363436.post-88660888449084790192014-01-15T12:51:00.001-05:002014-01-15T13:14:46.078-05:00Christmas in school!I cried ugly tears when I saw <a href="http://www.people.com/people/article/0,,20767639,00.html">this story</a> on the news. So sad, but still so sweet. Ali found out she had a rare form of lung cancer when Olivia was just one; that hits so close to home. I cannot imagine leaving my little ones behind...
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First Christmas Program:<br />
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And Poppy had her first Christmas party, too!<br />
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First Christmas ornament made by Scarlett!<br />
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And we have Winston's cute face on the back! It'll be the first time that anyone has really learned of his addition to our family, so that will be interesting! <br />
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I'm later than usual ordering these...not sure how Christmas is almost here already! <br />
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These pictures were my three favorites from the 41 acceptable pictures taken on my iphone! All together, I took over 200, so yeah . . . that should tell you how successful I was. Thank goodness for pop bribes!!! They worked! (Although they were in half the photos rendering them useless! Shoot.) <br />
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TEN YEARS AGO, Tyler and I were official! Last August was our 6th wedding anniversary, but we've been <i>together</i> for 10 years today. Although, we argue that I thought we were already dating back on Halloween in 2003, but he didn't quite see it that way. Psh. (<span style="font-size: xx-small;">It's very crazy to think that we've been together for 1/3 of our lives!!!!)</span></div>
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I definitely did well when I picked Tyler; he is an A-MAZ-ING father and he is the hardest worker I know! I'm excited for the next 60 (or more!) years with him... and it'll be interesting to see what we look like then! Finding older pictures for this post was hilarious! And these are only 6 years ago...from my myspace. Ha! Our college years were so long ago that they're just hard copies. OLD lady right here! <br />
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There are really not many pictures because I was busy socializing and taking care of a <i style="font-weight: bold;">cranky</i> birthday girl. Tyler was in charge of photographing the gift-opening. Bad thinking. Tyler snapped a few of the first gifts and then he was distracted by Alyssa (there is an Alyssa video, too)...all without the much-needed flash! Here is what I found hours later as I was excitedly looking for birthday pictures:<br />
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So, yeah, not lots of photos, but we did have a really great time! (I feel a tad guilty because I have over 400 pictures from Scarlett's first birthday party, but what can you do!?)<br />
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Now for the decorations...they were not pinterest-worthy, but I'm just excited because I had the party at our house. That never happens. (It's a fixer-upper that we're not particularly excited to fix, so there ya' go.) Buuut it was just too much to plan a party, move everything to my mom's house, and <i>then</i> try to decorate there. Too. Much. <br />
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It was amazing to be able to get everything done, so when Poppy woke up that morning, it was a party everywhere! And then I could really focus on birthday fun instead of party decorating stress!<br />
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Poppy wasn't as impressed with my culinary skills as I was, but we got her <i>with</i> a birthday cupcake, in the same shot, so let's call it a win! <br />
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(See?! I was great at documenting the party girls <i>before </i>the actual party...!) The morning of the party was spent distracting the ladies with doughnuts and balloons to keep the house clean! It worked! <br />
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<br />Meg Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01290164550389266654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1410213681202363436.post-52035404896245191842013-11-05T07:00:00.000-05:002013-11-05T07:00:13.118-05:00Not quite sure what to think...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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So. Confused. It was cute!Meg Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01290164550389266654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1410213681202363436.post-64843892624513008822013-11-04T07:00:00.000-05:002013-11-04T07:00:05.091-05:00HA!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<i style="font-size: x-large;">Sorry, Poppy </i><b style="font-size: x-large; font-style: italic;">Ballerina</b><i style="font-size: x-large;">! </i><b><span style="font-size: x-small;">;-)</span></b></div>
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(Sidenote: The irony that this was on <i style="font-weight: bold;">North West's </i>mother's birthday is not lost on me!)</div>
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She's ONE! What a fast year it has been, but so full of happiness! We are so lucky to have little Miss Poppy in our lives! She is always happy and looking for fun! She is the lovey-ist baby in the world -- always ready to give us love and slobbery, baby kisses. Delicious!<br />
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Bananas were not a hit with Poppy early on, but now, along with eggs, sweets (shhh!), and strawberries, they are her top pick for food! (I do hope that she is a vegetable-lover like her sister one day!)<br />
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She is not <i>quite </i>walking, but she can stand up by herself for a few seconds and she is the fastest power-crawler I've seen! Babies, balls, Little People, cars, and her little front door are her <i>favorite </i>favorite toys, but really she loves everything! She even takes swim lessons!<br />
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Poppy may be the sweetest, little thing, but she can throw some sass when Scarlett tries to steal her toys! Her facial expressions are the best! See?!<br />
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I cannot wait to see what the next year brings...! Maybe she'll start gymnastics?!<br />
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We each had a small taste, but are saving the rest for dinner with the other Smiths!</div>
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So there we were, Madeline with her rescued pup, Genevieve! Too bad Poppy was less than thrilled with the idea of wearing a costume. <br />
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SO crossing my fingers that trick-or-treating goes a little more smoothly!!! Luckily, Scarlett was the perfect Madeline and even tried to make Poppy less of a grumpster!<br />
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We tried to include Poppy in our photo shoot, but Scarlett totally stole the show! What a fantastic Madeline!!!<br />
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And just because I want to see, here is Scarlett in each of her past costumes:<br />
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CUTE! I wish I had been smart and picked a costume for Poppy <u style="font-weight: bold;">without</u> something on her head! Scarlett last 3 minutes with that cupcake hat...next year!!!<br />
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Have a Happy Halloween :-)Meg Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01290164550389266654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1410213681202363436.post-3790827927138731232013-10-30T06:30:00.000-04:002013-10-30T06:30:03.129-04:00So What Wednesday<center>
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<li>I can't commit to strictly vegan, but Mary coined the perfect term to what we're eating, "Vega-tarian." Works for us!</li>
<li>Baby 2 has her baby book filled out until about 8 months! Fail. Buuut, Scarlett's baby book has 0 pictures, so look at me <i>not</i> playing favorites!</li>
<li>I let Scarlett watch PBS while Poppy has a nap, so that I can <strike>facebook/blog/read</strike> clean. </li>
<li>For weeks before my hair appointment, I was psyched and constantly pinning different style/color ideas! Never before have I been <i>that </i>excited for a new do'. </li>
<li>The $5 extra that Pop Sugar has added to their must have boxes is making me reconsider my subscription. Just out of spite! Hello, <i>Julep</i>!</li>
<li>Tyler took the babies grocery shopping so I could get some more organization done around the house! And I'm blogging!!! Way more fun;)</li>
<li>I want Scarlett to earn her stickers for sleeping in her bed every night because I am SO EXCITED to order her her <b>first </b>American Girl doll. She will <i>flip </i>when it comes in the mail...! </li>
<li>I spent this afternoon buying all of our fresh fruits and veggies at Hannaford. <i>Then </i>took the ladies to the health food store for our dinner ingredients and no preservative snacks. After all that, on the way home, I went through the drive thru at Burger King (veggie burger, no mayo, but still.) because I was too drained to even <i>think</i> about cooking dinner!</li>
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Meg Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01290164550389266654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1410213681202363436.post-80057406396749019232013-10-29T07:00:00.000-04:002013-10-29T07:00:08.914-04:00New Hair!I wanted a <i style="font-weight: bold;">change</i> majorly!!! So after pinteresting a cute picture from <a href="http://lifeafteridew.com/">Shannon</a>, I was ready for my appointment! I was looking for something darker for Autumn, so that I could wear my lipsticks that just look too severe with blonde hair and I also wanted something fresh! <br />
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I think I accomplished those two things:<br />
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I love, love, love the color AND the cut, <i>but </i>I wish I had done one at a time. If my hair was this short and blonde, perfect, or longer and brunette, also amazing! With so much change, I sometimes don't recognize myself! <br />
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That is my only gripe. Now that I have this hair, it's been fun playing around with it! <br />
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...And it is <i style="font-weight: bold;">way</i> less maintenance!!! Meg Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01290164550389266654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1410213681202363436.post-80052649310771104702013-10-28T07:00:00.000-04:002013-10-28T07:00:04.505-04:00Sticker ChartOh yes, we're there. I always thought charts were kind of silly. With potty training, we just bribed Scarlett with gumballs and she was potty trained 2 days later. To wean her from nursing, we promised a puppy stuffed animal. Boom, done. But then when came to sleep training, we were stuck. She was sleeping in her bed. That was right next to our's. Most of the time. <br />
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After Poppy was born and co-sleeping/nursing, things got even <b>more </b>"interesting." I almost felt like I had to over-compensate for rocking the world as she knew it by introducing a new baby into the mix, so I let her sleep in "our" bed. It turned it "our" meaning Scarlett, Poppy, and me, Sees ya' Tyler! <br />
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I drew the line when she AND Poppy began waking each other up multiple times a night and brought in a toddler bed. Scarlett slept in it next to my bed for a few months. Then it got real.<br />
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Scarlett was going to sleep in her own bed. In her own PRINCESS bedroom. It was happening.<br />
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We made this chart and talked <i>all</i> about being a big girl and sleepovers and telling her cousins :<br />
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It was working well, but then after over a week went by and no American Girl doll was earned, Scarjo started getting confused, followed by disinterested, SO I added mini prizes and gumballs. Every yellow box that earns a stickers also comes with a treat (lippy, pez, etc.) and the red box is the real deal: Saige!!! <br />
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Easy peasy, right?! Except that yesterday, after I scolded, "No sticker! No gumball! You woke up 2x last night!" Scarlett replied casually, "That's okay! Tomorrow I will, right?" and continued off to play in her toy room. Yeah, she'll be 15 by the time she reaches the red box. <br />
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Ehhh...wish me luck! Meg Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01290164550389266654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1410213681202363436.post-22111649871469940852013-10-26T07:00:00.000-04:002013-10-26T07:00:09.447-04:00Nursery School Pictures<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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I <i>stressed out </i>over making sure that Scarlett had the <u>perfect</u> outfit for her first ever school pictures; probably a little too much, but I think it worked out! She looks sweet and innocent, while also put together and preppy. <br />
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Good thing I listened to everyone and decided <b>not </b>to go with the purple background/white shirt route! Meg Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01290164550389266654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1410213681202363436.post-83556276316668598442013-10-25T07:00:00.000-04:002013-10-25T07:00:12.144-04:00Sisters.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Here in the first picture, Poppy is posing so proudly with her babies in the stroller. Happy, happy! Then <strike>rotten</strike> Big Sister realizes what is going on, swoops in, steals baby Tiana, and leaves Poppy with <i>that face</i>! <br />
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Poor Popsters -- this is what life is like 50% of the time. The other 50% is spent being <strike>man-handled</strike> walked around the house by Scarlie Jojo! Obviously being baby 2 is <u>hard</u>! <br />
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Don't worry, though, I took control of the situation...until Big Sister strikes again!Meg Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01290164550389266654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1410213681202363436.post-40444121846953387252013-10-19T07:00:00.000-04:002013-10-19T07:00:05.462-04:00Every. Single. Night.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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And breakfast. And lunch. Meg Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01290164550389266654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1410213681202363436.post-76465962786375209122013-10-18T13:10:00.001-04:002013-10-18T13:10:20.410-04:00Can't think of a title. It's a post about all kinds of stuff. Yay for actually blogging!!!My number one thing that I care more about than 50 Shades of Gray: <a href="http://okayba.com/2013/10/16/50-shades-of-grey-movie/">Okay, BA</a>. She rocks my world.<br />
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I have been birthday planning list-making 24/7 in my head...time to actually make it happen! (How fun that I get to do it again!)<br />
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I went to volunteer in Scarlett's nursery school classroom...and stayed the whole time. Suffice to say, I miss teaching.<br />
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The Blacklist. Scandal. There goes my weekend.<br />
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I HAVE A HAIR APPOINTMENT SATURDAY MORNING!!!!! Getting a cut and going brunette...my mom is going to think I'm in a funk, but really I'm just looking for some fun, a change, and a little bit of perk!<br />
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Staying home with my babies is amazing. <i style="font-weight: bold;">AMAZING</i>. And I want to do nothing else, buuuut...it never occurred to me that I needed to maintain hobbies that interest me. ??? Clueless. But then my mom "interventioned" me AND I read <a href="http://www.kellehampton.com/2013/10/so-you-think-you-can-dance.html">Kelle's post</a>. I have made walking, tanning, reading, volunteering more of a priority and I feel more like myself now. Loves it!<br />
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I am tanning again. Gross, I know. <i>But </i>prettiessss x100! I just need to make sure I don't <i>look</i> like I tan. Just vacation lots in Mexico. ;-)<br />
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Scarlett sleeps in her own bed. In her <i style="font-weight: bold;">own room</i>. All night, every night! Now I have to buy her an American Girl doll...more on that later!<br />
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Have you seen Julep's new lippies???!!! Because I have and I want them. all.<br />
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Halloween is coming...strange to think of where I was just one year ago...! Always with this little piggy and about ready to have a second baby girl!!!<br />
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11 months. Already. If Poppy wasn't getting so fun, I might be a little more upset about the past (almost) year flying by. But 11 months is working for me! Poppy is a little spitfire, but still sweet at the same time. <br />
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She's not <i>quite </i>walking, but is a speed-crawler and loves to push her dinosaur walker. If Scarlett starts to do her gymnastics tricks (yikes!) off of her walker, Poppy starts squawking until she gets it back! At least I know that she'll be able to hold her own against her willful big sister!<br />
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<br />Meg Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01290164550389266654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1410213681202363436.post-25074932615097190002013-09-25T21:50:00.002-04:002013-09-25T21:50:59.342-04:00An entire month of blogging in one post.Well, September has been an eventful and fun-filled month, so far! First of all, Louisa Violet Francis turned THREE on the 10th!!! (Ahhmmm...since her mother hasn't blogged about it yet, I feel like I'm safe...!) Here is Lulu's special day in pictures:<br />
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And then, the 13th marked ONE YEAR since Scarlett stopped nursing. Just one. How crazy is that?! At the time, it wasn't a bizarre thing for me to nurse her to sleep, but now she's such a big girl, that I can't believe how much she has changed in such a short amount of time!<br />
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Poppy had her first visit to the Apple Farm!!! Parties! It was a quick visit and perfect because it was a Wednesday at noon -- no one was there! Tyler, Mary, Brian, and Lulu met Scarjo, Poppy, and me there after our MOPS play date...very spur-of-the-moment! <br />
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Another eventful <i>change </i>that's going on in our family...we're following my <strike>crazy</strike> mother's lead and going <b>vegan</b>. She watched <u>Forks Over Knives</u> and that was it for her! Then she read <i>Skinny Bitch</i> and that was the end for the rest of us; she converted us all to <i>at least </i>vegetarianism. One by one. Molly was the first to convert and the easiest because Mum buys all her groceries and makes most meals. Mary and I have been open to the idea, but harder to turn because we (okay, mostly <i>me</i>!) just struggle at cooking in general. Now we have to find substitutes?? Too much. But it's happening and I'm excited to make my babies into healthy eaters! Goodbye, <i>Splenda </i>(no, thank you, luekemia!), half & half (sads forever.), and buffalo chicken (hardest. thing. ever.) and hello, tofu, "princess" (forbidden black) rice, and soy milk in my coffee! So far, so good!<br />
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Also, I went to the Ulta Benefit Brow Bar and had my eyebrows done!!! After Poppy was born, my eyebrows <u style="font-style: italic;">fell</u> <u style="font-style: italic;">out</u>. For reals. Sooo, off to Ulta I went, after <strike>very badly</strike> trying to fill them in myself for the last 11 months. The wax girl there was a miracle worker!!! Totally worth the $12/per eyebrow (what!!!) wax job. Totally. Here is the evidence:<br />
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And now that September is quickly coming to a close...I need to order Scarlett's Halloween costume SOON!!! I have had it planned for a few months, but keep forgetting to actually <i>buy </i>the costume. Struggle. Here she is last year...two days before Poppy was born! I am not sure if I can come close to this cuteness, but I'm certainly going to try!<br />
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<br />Meg Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01290164550389266654noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1410213681202363436.post-34287083402754275502013-09-02T11:38:00.001-04:002013-09-02T11:38:36.424-04:00Poppy is a CRAWLER!On the eve of her 10 month mark, Poppy started to crawl, confidently! She has been scooting her boot for about a week, but couldn't get her legs to move in sync with her arms. Chiquita has got it down now!!! <br />
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<br />Meg Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01290164550389266654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1410213681202363436.post-57162846874753070602013-08-31T15:31:00.000-04:002013-08-31T15:31:56.709-04:00Nursery School. This saying is exactly how I felt the night before sending Scarlett off to her first real day of school. It may seem a bit dramatic and smushy, and I knew that Scarlett would be okay, but it still is the hardest thing to do to <u>trust</u> someone else to look after YOUR baby. So. Hard. <br />
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<b><i>Anyway</i></b>, so...<br />
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Yep, already, Scarlett is a STUDENT. It feels like three seconds ago <i>I </i>was leaving my job at school to stay home with her and now here she is <i>old enough</i> to attend school. Crazy. <br />
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I mean, it's really crazy, but I know that everyone says that. It really doesn't seem like time goes by so quickly until you have kids, I think. They just grow up SO FAST. And while it <i>is </i>exciting to watch, it is heartbreaking at the same time. <br />
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So here we are...nursery school. I <b>am </b>so proud of Scarlett. She is ready and excited for school. Wicked excited! She has been talking non-stop about her teacher, Mrs. Harding, staying in school <u>by</u> <u>herself</u>, telling her teacher about getting her ears pierced, and packing and re-packing her new horsey backpack for the last couple of weeks. It has been really sweet!<br />
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When the moment of truth came, <i>the first day</i>, Scarlett was more than ready! I was less ready...<br />
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We walked in, just the two of us, hung up her bag at her cubby, found her picture card for the plan of the day, and went to the carpet area where the other kids were playing. I helped her find toys that I knew she'd like (babies, obv.) and said, "Okay, I have to go now. Are you all set?" She looked at me and nodded nonchalantly while picking out a prime baby doll. That's when my eyes started to sting, so I said, "Give me bu-bye love! I'll see you in a little bit!" She gave me a hug and kisses and I was dismissed. There were definitely tears in my eyes as I made a beeline for the door!<br />
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It was a looong three hours for me, but I'm sure as we get used to the new schedule, that time will fly! In the meantime, I had this lady keeping me company:<br />
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<br />Meg Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01290164550389266654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1410213681202363436.post-53573577976241813692013-08-30T21:49:00.000-04:002013-09-02T10:52:51.703-04:00NINE Months...time for another baby!Just kidding! No Baby 3 just yet! I need to get my baby Poppy love while I still can...then we'll start to think about a third! <br>
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Poppy Ballerina turned 9 months on August 2. Already. And let's be honest, she's almost 10 months now. That's how on top of my blogging I have been...! ;-) Chiquita needs to sloooow down. I'm not ready for her to grow up and leave me, too! I really should consider homeschooling. Done with all this "flying the coop" thing. Over it.<div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-In3AqxAnHGdPnvNGpWxtmahfWSIJ8MP5qI9n2atitd_GGZ-hdB2pqVSNfE21KKsqQIcnFcoBBZkj96YNdX5Z3m0AQALuFQoKNKns8-K8kUJTWHcgZP-KfNhEqFozYFRj5AY2XwVvZDJl/s640/blogger-image-153101046.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-In3AqxAnHGdPnvNGpWxtmahfWSIJ8MP5qI9n2atitd_GGZ-hdB2pqVSNfE21KKsqQIcnFcoBBZkj96YNdX5Z3m0AQALuFQoKNKns8-K8kUJTWHcgZP-KfNhEqFozYFRj5AY2XwVvZDJl/s640/blogger-image-153101046.jpg"></a></div><br>
Poor baby just started really crawling and has already had her first fall. She was apparently feeling a bit over-confident when she was furniture standing because she tried to walk, lost her balance, and hit her face on the way down. So many tears. :-/</div><div><br></div><div>But on a happier note, Poppy is officially a crawler!</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHyLmr3pk2WsmAwZTZgsWhLwJaIJxo7mBVRKgcy10JKhFDSRG6t45EsoSKCxrRQt3eNolf3LUzLQpI8XREoNh-v8zkVMCkXrSWkljIu9cveCMEiI_PRyuWs-Fe2MeaofD9lQFuv7pKeAMT/s640/blogger-image--7677613.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHyLmr3pk2WsmAwZTZgsWhLwJaIJxo7mBVRKgcy10JKhFDSRG6t45EsoSKCxrRQt3eNolf3LUzLQpI8XREoNh-v8zkVMCkXrSWkljIu9cveCMEiI_PRyuWs-Fe2MeaofD9lQFuv7pKeAMT/s640/blogger-image--7677613.jpg"></a></div><br>
I was unloading groceries yesterday evening, when I heard little Poppy chirps, turned around and saw this! She had been sitting on the living room rug surrounded by enough baby dolls to entertain her while I was busy, but instead, she discovered a new form of entertainment! My life just became 10x crazier! </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Here is Poppy at 9 months:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyOJa1BE9xbZ6Qrd5GT641iFZgb4bHaYiJu0y_CjHLqi37vE37V0vdkplftSF3iL0y7Fngp7QOWjf63XVUhNhlpPsV0Tp46QSobgmIvY6_Rjf_EqnRwSUuvhTLKAi2L36sXu_rmi6P8ABD/s640/blogger-image-660118985.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyOJa1BE9xbZ6Qrd5GT641iFZgb4bHaYiJu0y_CjHLqi37vE37V0vdkplftSF3iL0y7Fngp7QOWjf63XVUhNhlpPsV0Tp46QSobgmIvY6_Rjf_EqnRwSUuvhTLKAi2L36sXu_rmi6P8ABD/s640/blogger-image-660118985.jpg"></a></div><br></div>Always such a fun, happy baby!!! At 9 months, Poppy started talking lots! "Ba ba, da da, pa pa" are her first sounds, but she recently started saying, "ma ma ma." Yesss! </div><div><br></div><div>Poppy claps, waves, gives kisses (to anyone, but especially to her babies and reflection!), dances and sings, feed herself, and loves to play with her Little People! </div><div><br></div><div>Bananas are a new favorite food and black olives are always a sure thing! I can't wait until it's officially okay to give her peanut butter and honey...two more months! </div><div><br></div><div>I'm not gonna lie...I am starting to look for 1st birthday outfits and party inspirations!!! Might as embrace and have fun with the fact that my baby is getting older, even if I do hate it!</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtNunehp6daPPDJr5vRGguRjGObNgNgvWcGjlujaceG-CKwDZaUuuvuR7_RLatU3bySCiRD82Ef7Ksv9uw5P8Zi78aMgep6eMLd8G3H6oLkTA8VrMGAGiAtARSCJcDScvkq0LzeHoZumF_/s640/blogger-image-2078873990.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtNunehp6daPPDJr5vRGguRjGObNgNgvWcGjlujaceG-CKwDZaUuuvuR7_RLatU3bySCiRD82Ef7Ksv9uw5P8Zi78aMgep6eMLd8G3H6oLkTA8VrMGAGiAtARSCJcDScvkq0LzeHoZumF_/s640/blogger-image-2078873990.jpg"></a></div><br></div><br></div>Meg Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01290164550389266654noreply@blogger.com0