tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42752473783076478702024-02-02T00:37:35.725-05:00The Laundry RoomLynden Laundryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15315704466902463332noreply@blogger.comBlogger145125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4275247378307647870.post-65667523042668700372015-10-28T17:23:00.001-04:002015-10-28T17:23:41.747-04:00Lucky number 7. Well, hello there! Whereee have you been??? Wait - where have I been?! Just here. Around. Busy. Although we all know you're not really supposed to say that. It's the cliche reply to any question presented that you really have no answer for. Why don't I go to the gym? Busy. Where have you been all week? Busy. Why didn't you write on your blog for the past two years? Busy.<br />
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I'm here now. And you're here. And I'm grateful! Thanks for stopping by to say hello and see what's been going on in our lives. We're still just hanging in The Laundry Room...laughing, loving, learning - and let's be real - crying, fighting and exhausted too. But loving just the same.<br />
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OH! And we had another baby. If you follow along from a non personal level, you may not know that we've also added a fourth little Laundry to our brood and now yes, the kitchen is closed for any further business. (Yes, I'm 73849370% serious this time) Six is a good number, right?! Seven if you count Rocco. And we do. So seven...Lucky number 7!<br />
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Let's keep our greetings short for today. Come back soon to hear more about our seven and all of the great and not so great things we're doing. I won't bother recapping everything now, I'd be here forever. But I'll fill you in as we go and it'll be just like when you missed a week of those soap operas you used to watch when you came home from high school and ate potato chips with oodles of noodles at your best girlfriends house while you gushed over what was happening with Sonny and Jax on General Hospital. Oh, you didn't do that?! Never mind. Just come back and I promise it'll be good.<br />
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Until next time!<br />
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Brooklyn</div>
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Gavin</div>
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Mason</div>
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Owen </div>
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<br />Lynden Laundryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15315704466902463332noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4275247378307647870.post-35941885342023740112013-10-10T15:04:00.002-04:002013-10-10T15:04:45.913-04:00Fall Fun Fotos.<div style="text-align: left;">
Here in New England, Fall is in full swing and this season is just SO much fun. While we're missing the long summer days, running around in flip flops and playing with the hose all day, this time of year is just so comforting. The temperature is dropping so we can bundle in hoodies and scarves, the leaves change and make everything beautiful, and the season brings in a new sense of family, friends and most importantly <i>(sorry friends and family) </i>food! Over the past few weeks we've been throwing ourselves into all of the above and enjoying every minute of it. I've gathered a few of our Fall Fun Foto's to share if you'd like to see! </div>
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Playing in the pumpkin patch.</div>
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Cousins</div>
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What??</div>
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Orchard Fun</div>
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Hi little Masie!</div>
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Farm Work.</div>
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My oldest nephew, off being old. </div>
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The animal whisperer.</div>
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Shoulda seen her face when he licked her. </div>
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Bahhh.</div>
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What does the rabbit say?</div>
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Hey Babe.</div>
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Pumpkin. Rainbow. Fall.</div>
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My three sons.</div>
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Mama enjoying the view.</div>
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I have a confession. Now when I tell you this, you're going to think I'm crazy. Or lazy. Or crazy, lazy. But whatever, I feel like I need to get it off my chest and maybe that will solve the problem. You know, like a cathartic sort of thing...in with the good, out with the bad. Although it's not really that this thing of mine is bad, it's just kind of silly I suppose. Silly as in crazy. Crazy as in lazy. Well friends, if you're still reading along after all that nonsense then you must really be interested in hearing what I'm about to confess because most people probably would have clicked that little 'x' in the top right corner by now. So thank you, thank you for being patient with me and my verbal diarrhea. Did I just write diarrhea on my blog? That's probably inappropriate to talk like that when we're discussing such a serious topic. I take it back. Sorry. Anyway, now that I've taken you on this whirlwind of nothingness, it's about time I get to that confession of mine...<br />
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Almost two years ago for Christmas my mother in law gifted my husband this handy little iPad docking station. It's main purpose was so that we could use it for the speakers to play the music from the iPad and hear it throughout the house. Fun, right? We're a music loving family and always have something playing in the background depending on our moods or the activities going on. It's perfect and we have literally used it every single day since. <i>Thanks, Laurie!</i> Another cool feature is that it has an alarm clock function. Now although it's pretty neat to have that option, truthfully we really don't use it. Except for almost every night at two in the morning. No, really... See the alarm button happens to be right near where you stand the iPad and so when we move the iPad on or off the station, it's very easy to hit it by mistake. Apparently the alarm came preset at 2 am and now whenever we accidentally hit the alarm button throughout the day, we wake to a nice series of beeping that gradually get louder if you don't shut it off. How convenient for someone who needs to get up at two in the morning! Not so convenient for those of us that don't. Now over the past couple years I've told myself that I would make sure to check that it's set to off before I go to bed and of course like any normal person who is exhausted at night, I forget. Then I told myself I would at least change the time so that it wasn't set to 2 am and like any normal person who is chasing kids all day long, I forget. Until the next night when I hear those little beeps and I throw off the blankets and leap out of bed to race against the alarm before it gets to that final <i>BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!!!!!!!!</i> and wakes my little monster children. It's quite entertaining I'm sure to my husband who sleeps right through, or pretends to sleep right through because he enjoys seeing me go about this little show every night. Well, husband the show is over. Today I have decided to come clean about my crazy, lazy, silly little thing I've got going on with the alarm clock and I'm putting a stop to it. Upon publishing this post, I fully intend on marching right up to that sneaky little docking station and showing the alarm who's boss. Unless I forget, in which case I'll do it at two in the morning instead. Wish me luck!</div>
Lynden Laundryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15315704466902463332noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4275247378307647870.post-85854638009278711972013-10-07T20:57:00.001-04:002013-10-07T20:57:14.883-04:00Just Love.<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
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Imagine if every single time you walked through the door you got a standing ovation. No really, picture it... You walk into a room and everyone rises to their feet, cheering and shouting your name. They're running towards you with smiles beaming from ear to ear, arms stretched as wide as they'd reach and hearts exploding with joy because there's just so much love in that moment. Are you with me? Are you feeling that high? Because that's what it's like every time my husband comes home from work... Or from the gym... Or from bringing the trash outside. Must be nice, huh? I guess that's what happens when you're the most wonderful Dad in the world. They just can't get enough and every time they see him is even better than the last. Is there anything more precious? The bond between a father and his sons is like no other and I'm so blessed to see it every single day. They say a picture's worth a thousand words but this one here, it's just love. </div>
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Lynden Laundryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15315704466902463332noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4275247378307647870.post-47496107158944106552013-09-21T22:40:00.001-04:002013-12-05T15:48:23.595-05:00Johnny Boys.This weekend Eric and I took our three boys, along with their Nana, out to the local apple farm for a beautiful Fall day. It was perfect apple picking weather... Warm sun, cool breeze, a perfect blend of the things I love. We started off with a tractor pulled wagon ride for a tour of 'our' farm and got to hear the rundown on the history of it all. I actually found that part pretty interesting as I didn't realize we sort of own the farm. Out city bought the orchards a few years back to save it from being turned into 178 houses and now it's community owned and run. How cool is that?? It's run strictly by volunteers with the exception of the apple growing guy, because without him, there'd be no apples! In all my years visiting the place the past tours usually just point out which apples were where so I liked the new found information this other guy shared. Thanks, volunteer Bob! He even sparked interest with the kiddos and afterwards we spoke to someone about volunteering as a family to come help out sometime! Can't you see my little munchkins scooping up those seconds under the trees? We can't wait!<br />
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After our wagon ride we headed out to the orchards to get to pickin'! And who knew my boys were such serious pickers? They had those bags filled in a second. Luckily Eric took the time to dump them out and sort through the yucky ones so we could refill and teach them how to check the apple first. And one volunteer explained how to 'twist and pull' which we tried to remember too. Throughout all the picking I think it's safe to say that everyone's favorite part was climbing the apple trees. Which you're probably not supposed to do, so don't tell anyone that part! But it's true, nonetheless. The boys were sneaking under the branches and shimmying up through as we heard little apples falling to the ground. Then out of nowhere we'd see a little face pop through somewhere in the middle and they were so proud they'd made it up there. Even Gavin got up there with a little help from his Daddy! Because of all this apple talk and being that we were in an apple orchard and all, I had to mention our good friend, Johnny Appleseed. Who's not really our good friend but a neighborhood legend I suppose. As I continued to cheer on my boys I began telling them I should have brought pots for them to wear on their heads just like Johnny did! Of course they wanted to run with the idea and every time they climbed a tree following that they'd yell, "Look Mom, were the Johnny boys!!" And so they were and we finished our day with lots of memories, laughs and thanks to my mother the hoarder, lots of apples. Here's some photos from our day in the orchard if you'd like to see...</div>
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Lynden Laundryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15315704466902463332noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4275247378307647870.post-35652015191194091592013-08-20T16:33:00.001-04:002013-08-20T16:37:20.007-04:00A Distracted Life."Hurry up!!"<br />
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Seriously, I'm beginning to think they should write that on my headstone some day. Having kids makes this phrase a bit of a staple if you ask me. Do you have kids? Do you say that all the time? No really, like all the time and with almost every task your child takes on. Because I'm starting to think that maybe I do and I didn't even realize it. <i>"Hurry up and brush your teeth!" ... "Get your shoes on, hurry up!" ... "We're gonna be late, please hurry!" ... "Dinner's getting cold, hurry up and eat!" ... "Hurry up and get to bed, Mama has things to do!" </i>See, the list could go on forever! When you lay it all out like that its a bit sad, don't you think? I mean, do I let my kids actually try anything without rushing them through it?? Maybe I'm overreacting but I can't help but feel a bit guilty after thinking it through. And what's all the rush about anyways? What ever happened to 'stop and smell the roses'? Apparently I don't have time for roses because in case you didn't notice, I'm in a hurry. </div>
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Last week I read a great post about the truth written in the article, <a href="http://www.handsfreemama.com/2013/07/16/the-day-i-stopped-saying-hurry-up/#more-5664">'The Day I Stopped Saying Hurry Up'</a>. I could definitely relate to her story of rushing her kids around, but I didn't quite realize how much it would resonate with me until today. I had just finished tucking my two smaller guys down for a nap when my three year old decided he needed to get up a handful of times for the sole purpose of driving me crazy. Or because he needed to get a pirate ship to sleep with, his extra blankie and one more kiss. With each appearance from my munchkin I brushed him off and hurried him back to nap. The last time he stopped what he was doing and looked over at me with his sleepy big blue eyes and asked, <i>"Mama, why I gotta hurry?" ... "Because it's nap time now hurry up and go!" </i>And off he went and didn't get up again. Now here I sit flooded with thoughts of guilt and disappointment as I recall those words I had read in that article. Would it have killed me to take two minutes to grab a pirate ship and tuck my guy in with that extra kiss? Not at all. But I wasn't thinking about that moment in the least bit. It wasn't even about the time or the fact that he should be asleep. All I was focused on was getting to the next thing I had to do. Lunch, dishes, laundry, food network...don't judge. But really, it's true. I am too worried about what else is going on or has to be done to pay attention to what's happening right now. Can you relate? </div>
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Now my problems don't all lie in that I rush my kids to sleep because let's be honest, I'll probably always try my hardest to get them to nap as soon as possible. But it was however, an awakening to the fact that I need to focus more on living in the moment with my children instead of rushing them through life and then complaining that it goes too quickly. The article began with some lines that reeled me in from the start,<i> "</i><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><i>When you’re living a distracted life, every minute must be accounted for. You feel like you must be checking something off the list, staring at a screen, or rushing off to the next destination. And no matter how many ways you divide your time and attention, no matter how many duties you try and multi-task, there’s never enough time in a day to ever catch up."</i> <b>A distracted life</b>, she writes. And that's exactly what it is. I don't know about you but I'm pretty sure most people I know, with kids or without, can probably relate to the point here. Why are we so distracted? Maybe we'd all be a little bit happier if we learned to appreciate the moment, to enjoy life instead of rushing through it, to stop and smell the roses. Maybe if we realized how great those little moments could be then we wouldn't be in such a hurry after all.</span><br />
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Lynden Laundryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15315704466902463332noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4275247378307647870.post-74318083794870955542013-08-12T10:25:00.000-04:002013-08-12T12:47:09.254-04:00Not Bad, Good Pancakes. <br />
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Today I wanted a good breakfast. Good as in bad. Bad as in I wanted some big 'ol pancakes smothered in butter and syrup. Sounds good, right? The only problem is that I'm trying not to have things that are so bad. Still with me? As I got ready to pass on the idea of something so good that it's bad, I remembered a recipe my friend shared a while back, Banana Pancakes. Healthy ones! So I pulled up her blog, <a href="http://sexandgrand.blogspot.com/2013/06/healthy-eats-banana-pancakes.html">Sex + Grand</a> and checked out the ingredients. Just 4 ingredients and about five minutes. Really, does it get any easier? I figured it wouldn't hurt to try and maybe these healthy little pancakes wouldn't be so bad. <i>(bad as in not good) </i>Being the rebel that I am, I tweaked the recipe a bit. Not that it needed it and I'm sure the outcome tasted pretty much the same, but I get a little lazy about cracking two eggs just for the whites and decided to add a little more flavor to the pancake itself rather than just on top. How did it taste, you ask? <b>Ahhhhmaaaazzzzzinnnnggggg</b>. Seriously friends, you need to make these right now. If you're trying to eat clean, definitely make them. If you prefer junk, make them anyways because they're just that good. <i>(good as in good)</i> And honestly, they really couldn't be any easier. So, a huge thanks to my friend Krista and also the <a href="http://instagram.com/busygirlseatclean">busy girls who eat clean</a> that came up with the original recipe Krista snagged. This will surely be my new go-to breakfast! And for all you parents out there, my two year old who can't let me enjoy a meal alone shared this dish with me and kept yelling, <i>"More! Big one!!"</i> so it's also kid approved. Upon finishing I couldn't decide if I was sad it was gone or happy I felt full and satisfied. Not a bad way to end breakfast! Now go stock up on bananas and have yourself some not bad, good pancakes!! </div>
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If you're all caught up on the blog front, you'll recall that I've sort of been freaking out about <a href="http://lyndenlaundry.blogspot.com/2013/08/my-man.html">My Man</a> getting ready for kindergarten. It's a big deal, right? You don't blame me, I'm sure... BUT, what you don't know is that somewhere deep down inside, I'm a little bit excited too. Are you a parent? If so, you know what I mean. If not, I'm sure you can just imagine what it's like to have a little leech stuck on your leg for five years sucking every last ounce of your blood while you desperately try to regain your own body, mind and spirit.<i> I mean, that's not what having children is like it all....forget I used that analogy.</i> But who am I kidding, really? Some days, it actually does feel that way! Now don't get me wrong, I love my kids as much as the next Mama but I'd be lying if I said I never had days where I locked myself in the bathroom pretending to 'go potty' for about ten minutes or so while I cried, ate a brownie or took a minute to remind myself that I do actually like these monsters. Being a parent is TOUGH! There's no manual, no right or wrong way, no easy way, it's just plain tough. But the best part about it is that while there may be those days where I've done those ridiculous things that get me through, I have just as many days where I'm beaming with pride and joy because being a parent is AMAZING. Just the other night Eric and I were laughing about some funny things our munchkins had done that day. We ended our conversation talking about how being a parent is like nothing else...the feeling you get from having this little person you created and watching them turn into someone so incredible is incomparable. So all in all, the good outweigh the bad and kind of make you forget about those bathroom breakdowns in between. </div>
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He's becoming a man. My first born itty bitty little peanut baby is becoming a man. Alright, so he's five and not exactly a man man, but it sure does feel that way. Do you have kids that are growing and won't stop? It's awful isn't it? Just yesterday he was being born and learning to roll over and taking his first steps and learning to go potty and use the big boy swing and then BAM, today he's a man. It happens just that fast! Now all of a sudden we're doing man things like getting ready for kindergarten. Okay, okay I know...not quite man things but like I said, it feels that way so bear with me. For a while now I've been teasing Owen about how I won't allow him to go to school because I will miss him too much and lately he's agreeing with me. That whole reverse psychology approach didn't quite work in my favor because he seems to think that maybe I'm right and he should stay home with Mama. <i>Whoops.</i> Now I'm on to reassuring my guy that he will be the coolest, smartest, and most fun little Owen ever and that he will just love his new adventure at school. Part of me is trying to convince myself that this is true too because let's be real, I'm sort of freaking out. My itty bitty little peanut baby is leaving me in just a few short weeks and I'm sure going to miss him...<br />
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If you didn't get the hint from previous posts about how much I adore my husband...I adore my husband. This morning reminded me of that again, and so much so that I can't help but share. What can I say, I love love. Anyhow, last night Eric and I sat around after the kids went to sleep and negotiated deals for our Saturday morning goals. Mine? To sleep in. His? The gym. Polar opposites I know, but let's be real, priorities people. After we both put our musts on the table we began to barter the extras... Gavin was still awake and Eric wanted to snuggle him in our bed (something I'm trying to avoid) and I wanted to sleep until at least 9am. Then came the negotiating...</div>
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<br />Lynden Laundryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15315704466902463332noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4275247378307647870.post-1281013317943253972013-08-01T10:58:00.001-04:002013-08-01T10:58:06.795-04:00Happy Cooking. Speaking of books,<i> (yes we're talking about books, see <a href="http://lyndenlaundry.blogspot.com/2013/07/press-here.html">here</a>) </i>there's a couple that have been on my radar for a while now. Probably aren't as much for the kiddos, although I'm pretty sure they would benefit from my reading one of them. And anyways, why shouldn't Mama have a library too?? Yeah! So, while you're probably expecting some romance novel or a skeezy script about some guy who knows a lot of colors between black and white, it just isn't that kind of book. <i>Sorry, girls.</i> This time I'm keeping it clean with a good old fashioned cookbook. Really, hello 2013, right? Who even buys cookbooks nowadays when you can google, 'Roasted Chicken' and have 4952 recipes which have all been tested and reviewed by just as many home cooks like myself. But I've gotta say, there's something about a cookbook on your kitchen counter all dusted with flour while you splatter oil and egg guts all over the pages. And if you're still not with me, just think about the design aspect of a cookbook on a shelf in your kitchen. Nowww you're with me!<br />
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Either way, I'm going to tell you about the one I've been eyeing and what's even better, it's a holiday cookbook! Cheesy? Little bit. But, oh well. I actually think it will be a good read and not just a compilation of boring measurements because it's written by one of my favorite chefs, The Pioneer Woman, Ree Drummond. Maybe you remember when I posted about my make-your-own <a href="http://lyndenlaundry.blogspot.com/2013_05_01_archive.html">Iced Coffee</a>, or the recipe we used for <a href="http://lyndenlaundry.blogspot.com/2013/04/erics-chicken.html">Eric's Chicken</a>? Well, both can be accredited to The Pioneer Woman! She's funny, witty, and very down to earth and she makes cooking fun to watch and easy to try at home. She's a city girl turned cowgirl, living on a cattle ranch in the middle of no where with her husband and kids. Her recipes are family friendly, comfort food - not too fancy or difficult. My kind of meals! Plus, she writes a blog, which clearly I get into. Her holiday edition cookbook comes out in October and I'm hoping someone gifts it to me for Halloween!! What, you don't give friends Halloween presents? Don't judge okay, just get me the book! Or buy it for yourself because I'm sure it's fantastic and you'll love it. If not, you could always pass it on to a friend... <i>(cough, cough)</i><br />
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Check out The Pioneer Woman on Food Network or visit her blog <a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/">HERE</a>. Also, if you'd like to pre-order on sale you can find it <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Pioneer-Woman-Cooks-Step---Step/dp/0062225227/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1375319109&sr=8-1&keywords=the+pioneer+woman+holiday+cookbook">HERE</a>. Happy cooking!<br />
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<br />Lynden Laundryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15315704466902463332noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4275247378307647870.post-40149879108538897952013-07-31T15:47:00.006-04:002013-07-31T15:47:50.092-04:00Press Here. Recently I found my children reading together more often. Gotta be honest, I sort of love it. Is there anything sweeter than your oldest baby reading a book to your other two babies?? I mean, I guess they're not babies...and I guess Owen's not quite reading yet. BUT, the good news is that doesn't really matter. His audience doesn't seem to mind and they're all enjoying themselves, and so am I. A favorite of ours is one that my mother in law had gifted to the boys a while back. I had never heard of it before that and I can't believe I hadn't! Back in my preschool days I thought I was pretty up on all the good ones out there but apparently this was a hidden gem. Nice find, Gramma! I guess by now you're probably wondering what book it is, huh? Sorry, should have started with that part maybe... Anyhow, the book is called Press Here and it is the cutest, funnest, most interactive children's book. It's pretty much pages of colored dots. Interesting, right? No? Well, there's also directions that go along with the pages telling you to do different things like, "Turn the book slightly to the left", at which point you'll turn the page and all the dots will be crammed on the left side of the page. It's a great book to read with your little ones and my guys certainly get into the 'magic' of it all. If you have kids, know kids, want kids - this one's a keeper!<br />
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To buy this book, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Press-Here-Herve-Tullet/dp/0811879542/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1375299054&sr=8-1&keywords=press+here+book">Press Here</a> . <i>(pun intended!)</i></div>
<br />Lynden Laundryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15315704466902463332noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4275247378307647870.post-49246086578400105532013-07-30T07:15:00.001-04:002013-07-30T07:15:54.863-04:00Happy Two!To my sweet boy on your second birthday...<br />
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Today you are officially two years old! (you've actually told everyone you're two for the past six months or so, but today you <b>are</b> two, so enjoy the truth in that) Where do I even begin? I guess maybe back where it all began... I remember when we first found out you were in Mama's belly. It was Thanksgiving and we were living in Virginia at the time. Your cousins were visiting for the holiday and we were all hanging around playing, talking and waiting for Uncle Dave's turkey to be ready. We had been hoping to have good baby news sometime soon but with company in town I suppose I got a little busy and forgot to look out for those new pregnancy symptoms. After a few jokes about how I could be expecting, Daddy got a little anxious and ran out to the store for a few home pregnancy tests, which he insisted I take while we waited for dinner. Although I felt a little pressure wondering what would come of it, as soon as Daddy's eyes glanced up from those results I knew what would be. It was you! You were growing inside me and the instant love and happiness was overwhelming us both. I talked to Daddy about waiting until later to share the news so that we could just relax and enjoy Thanksgiving dinner and he agreed. Until we walked into the next room and Daddy was so excited that he yelled, "LYNDEN'S PREGNANT!!!" and our secret was no more. We celebrated and from that point on we anticipated your arrival all throughout those winter months, a giant move back up north, a hot, hot summer, and a stint at Nana and Pepere's house while we looked for a place to call our own... Phewww. What a long nine months! </div>
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Where did the time go? Two years too soon. My sweet, baby boy who is not quite a baby anymore is already two years old. The love and excitement we had for you in the beginning has only multiplied since then and is growing more and more every day. You are such a light in our family, our baby. Your brothers too...they cherish you more than I could ever ask for. They love and protect you, are so eager to teach you and care for you and even more proud with every accomplishment you gain. My heart is exploding with love every time I see the three of you sharing those special moments and I know it will never change. You boys have hearts of gold. So full of love for everyone in your lives, so appreciative and caring, reminding Daddy and I to be our best too. You inspire me to be better, little one. I want nothing more than to be the best Mama to you three boys and you make me so proud to do it every day. These past two years with you have been a dream and although it's hard to see my little one grow up, the person you are becoming makes me look forward to tomorrow. Each day with you is something new and while two may not be a baby anymore, you will always be my baby... So bring it on two! We're ready with open arms to see what new things you've got in store for us... (but please take it easy with the terrible part) We love you sweet boy!</div>
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PS. <a href="http://lyndenlaundry.blogspot.com/2010/12/good-things-come-in-3s.html">Your Birth Announcement!</a> <i>(so glad you weren't a dolphin)</i></div>
Lynden Laundryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15315704466902463332noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4275247378307647870.post-77647036742470837512013-07-24T10:34:00.001-04:002013-07-24T13:08:40.289-04:00On The Rocks.Yesterday's post was to remind you that 'I'm here', but today's post is to show you where I'd rather be. And that my friends, is on the rocks. No... Not like a cold drink. (although that's appealing too) And not like that little bar in the next town over. But literally, on the rocks. Recently we headed to the mountains for our annual Laundry Family Vacation and had so so so much fun exhausting ourselves with day after day of family friendly fun. But one day in particular sticks out in my memory and that was a morning Eric and I spent on the rocks by a stream with our little men in tow. We've been before, it's an old playground area behind a firehouse with a path leading out to the water where we usually sit and throw rocks with Grampa. This time it was just us and we tried to just kick back and soak up the sun, enjoy the peace and quiet and take in the views. I guess it worked out the way we hoped because as I sit here from my couch with an ac blowing and kids getting stir crazy, all I can think about is how much I'd rather be on the rocks. See you next year tranquility...<br />
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Lynden Laundryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15315704466902463332noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4275247378307647870.post-88338502665245803582013-07-23T21:51:00.001-04:002013-07-23T21:52:52.608-04:00I'm Here.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Today my husband stopped home from work to grab a bite to eat. We chatted and laughed over grilled cheese with the kiddos and then walked him out to say goodbye. While standing in the yard waving to Daddy with my little monsters, my husband backed out of our driveway and yelled, <i>"You should start blogging again!"</i> and then pulled away. So...here I am. Okay, so there was more. I actually hollered back, <i>"I don't want to!" </i>and that's when he laughed and pulled away. What's that about, right? No, I don't mean my husband urging me to do something I love, write. I mean ME. <i>"I don't want to." </i>...?? Well, why the heck not? And so after some thinking today I would love to tell you all about my earth shattering revelation about why I'm not into writing these days. But truthfully, I don't have anything. Not a single thing. For some time I've been brushing it off with good excuses about how I'm too busy with the summer activities and I don't have time and blah blah blah...but although these sound like good answers, I mean, even I believed them, they're not. Looking back on my days, I surely have a few moments here and there where I could slip in a few words and chose not to.<br />
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I think what it comes down to is that maybe at first I was busy. Maybe I did give myself a summer break for a bit. But then it just became the way it was. You know what I mean, right? Like that time you decided to not go to the gym and sleep in. And then you sort of decided not to go to the gym for like, a whole week. And then that week became a month and you were like, oh crap...I stopped going to the gym! Well, this is my gym. Except I'm not paying for a membership here so you're much worse off than I am. Lucky for me I can just sign into my website and pick up where I left off. AND I haven't lost a penny. Maybe a few readers. But I was a slacker and I deserve that. But pennies, not one. So here I am. Maybe for a day. Maybe all week. Maybe for good. Who knows... But the good news is, I'm here. I'm writing, I'm blogging, and I'm here. So if you can relate, stop procrastinating and just do it. Go to the gym. Or whatever your 'gym' is. Just do it. And maybe someday I'll be at the gym too...like the real one. Until then, I'll be in The Laundry Room.<br />
<br />Lynden Laundryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15315704466902463332noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4275247378307647870.post-36740164010321302502013-06-21T12:55:00.001-04:002013-06-21T12:57:47.434-04:00Summer Burgers.Happy Summer!<br />
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Today is the official first day of Summer. To kick it off we're going to have a BBQ and make one of our favorite summer meals! Okay, that's a lie. We actually had this last night when I didn't realize summer started today. But in theory that sounds like a fun kickoff tradition, right? Anyway - Last night we had an easy, delicious, perfect summer meal and our entire family was loving it. Eric came home from work and fired up the grill and we sat down to All-American burgers and corn on the cob. Oh, and chips. Because obviously any Utz family having a BBQ needs to have Utz chips. It was SO good. Of course I've had burgers and corn before, but for some reason it just felt so down home and better than usual. Maybe it was the 'almost summer' taste I was picking up on? Haha But truly, we all gave a little, "MmmMmm good!" every now and then. Even Gavin which made us all laugh. While eating I mentioned to Eric that we should have burger night at least once a week this summer and he was quick to agree. Plus, he does the grilling at our house which means that's one less meal that I have to cook. Yay! <br />
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Do you have a meal that you eat every week? We usually try to switch it up and don't repeat too close together but for burgers? I think I can handle that one more often! Recently I read about a family who has 'Taco Sunday' and tries different kinds of tacos each week. Sounds like another meal I could latch onto! I'm debating testing out different burgers or keeping it traditional. What do you think? Also, what's your favorite summer meal? <br />
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Happy Summer, friends! Enjoy your weekend! <br />
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Lynden Laundryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15315704466902463332noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4275247378307647870.post-3734808455741395082013-06-17T14:45:00.002-04:002013-06-17T14:45:22.618-04:00Two For One.Last night, <i>(technically this morning) </i>we had a celebration. It was one of those crazy times where everyone in our house decided to wake up at once. Amidst a whirlwind of chaos and half asleep grumps, Owen's two loose teeth happened to come out! My little boy is growing way too fast and his first loose tooth quickly turned into two loose teeth, and now two <i>lost</i> teeth all in the blink of an eye... Where does the time go? When they fell out Owen squealed with excitement and didn't quite know whether to laugh or cry, so he did both. We all cheered and celebrated right there in the dark in the middle of the night. Who knew 2:30am could be so exciting?? Although Owen was ready to pop those babies under his pillow and await the fairy, Daddy and I assured him that he should wait until tonight because for all we know the Tooth Fairy could have already made her rounds. Best to give her notice, you know... So tonight my little toothless munchkin will tuck those 'two for one' teethies under his pillow at bedtime and hope for good things to come. He's already made a deal to share half his goods with his brothers. Impressive, huh? Just another reminder that my little boy is not so little anymore. Somebody, <a href="http://lyndenlaundry.blogspot.com/2013/05/time.html">please stop time</a>!<br />
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Here's Owen and all his toothless glory!</div>
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Lynden Laundryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15315704466902463332noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4275247378307647870.post-46171765597883415052013-06-14T16:44:00.000-04:002013-06-14T16:44:08.304-04:00Photo Shoot.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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Do you have big plans for your weekend? Celebrating Father's Day? We definitely will be, because as you know from <a href="http://lyndenlaundry.blogspot.com/2013/06/eric-eggs-and-loving-life.html">this post</a> and a bajillion others, Eric is the man. ;-) We'll also be celebrating with our other favorite father's and grandfather's too! The boys and I have a few special things for Daddy, one inparticular that I know he'll be thrilled about. BUT, I can't share 'til next week for the slight chance that he'll visit The Laundry Room and peek! For a little preview of one of our surprises, I tried having a little photo shoot with the boys this afternoon to get a nice shot to frame for Eric to bring to the office. The mood in our house today is less than great, so I worked with what I had and hoped for the best. I didn't get a perfect group shot, but here's what we came up with... </div>
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<br />Lynden Laundryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15315704466902463332noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4275247378307647870.post-44773838318382687542013-06-14T13:57:00.002-04:002013-06-14T14:15:37.720-04:00The Wheels on the Bus.As summer rolls in I find myself slowing down a bit. Normally I'd rush in and welcome the sunshine and swimming but now summer also brings my youngest boys birthday. <i>Sigh.</i> While I'm super excited to celebrate for my little man, it's always bittersweet to watch your little ones grow up, right? Next month Gavin will be two and I'm not quite sure I'm ready for that big number yet. He is my youngest boy and my 'baby' if you will, which means he needs to stay a baby. Like forever. But somehow I don't see things playing out that way though, so instead I've succumbed to planning a birthday bash filled with balloons, cake and tears for Mama. Last year we celebrated Gavin's first with a picnic style setup at the park. We hauled off all the decorations and set up at tables under a covered patio near the playground. Our friends and family braved the heat and joined us for an extremely hot and fun filled celebration. We chose to kick off with a 'Wheels on the Bus' themed party because since I can remember, the only thing that calmed Gavin in those crazy crying fits was when we'd sing that song. This year I don't have a plan yet but I've recently seen a great kids birthday based off of a favorite children's book so it's definitely gotten the wheels turning.<br />
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Here's a few photos from Gavin's first birthday last summer, if you'd like to see!<br />
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One of my best friend's, Christy came early to help decorate with streamers, balloons, and school bus signs!</div>
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Eric built this awesome 'BUS' photo booth that was a huge hit with kids and grown ups alike!</div>
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Lynden Laundryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15315704466902463332noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4275247378307647870.post-16495533713094257762013-06-12T10:53:00.001-04:002013-06-12T11:18:26.808-04:00That's Okay.When you have more than one child, one of the first things that crosses most parents minds is, 'How will I give them all enough attention?' A valid concern of course, but somehow everything falls into place and each child seems to make their way in the world just fine. As a mother of three little guys I find myself questioning this more often than not - Am I giving Mason the same attention I gave to Owen? Of course not. And Gavin? Without a doubt, no. And then the guilt sets in... But with the guilt comes the realization that it's okay. Not every child is going to get the same, need the same, be the same. As their mother, my job is simply to do the very best I can and if that means a half hour of playing blocks with my one year old while no one is home, so be it. But you can bet I'm gonna make one heck of a castle while it lasts.(bc Gavin can barely let me stack three high before he gets to swinging) so that's just what we did. <br />
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Today is Owen's preschool morning so Eric decided to steal Mason for his own little one on one. The two of them dropped off O and headed to the library for a special time. They read books and did puzzles and even stopped for a chocolate bar on the way home. (lucky!) While they were out I decided to give Gavin a special morning too. Since he immediately grabbed the bucket of blocks and dragged them to the living room floor I figured I'd let him take the lead. We dumped them out and built tower after tower while he knocked each one down. It was a perfect morning for the whole family and what do ya know? My children are all still healthy and thriving even if that's the only alone time they have all week. And ya know what? That's okay. <br/><br/><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8hm8NCZHieKeWbLoXF7378CrqAbBH_QPDFm4Kip6rnR_wJldQN2uNZcEYSC6hG59olKwyhQ8-nwS5vrfMPIUPAzNJTHoQek6_mNfg1TwiHws4E-5i6tr85GUeTeQU0lfrzmdw4IwjvcE/s640/blogger-image-1411562542.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8hm8NCZHieKeWbLoXF7378CrqAbBH_QPDFm4Kip6rnR_wJldQN2uNZcEYSC6hG59olKwyhQ8-nwS5vrfMPIUPAzNJTHoQek6_mNfg1TwiHws4E-5i6tr85GUeTeQU0lfrzmdw4IwjvcE/s640/blogger-image-1411562542.jpg" /></a></div> <br/><br/><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTO_vyHjuXEr19fagsvx9qAA5WdmFN6nGlA5e8qlQNMLepkFDoU91hi-_XjsdnsUIhQH1lQxFsHotFbx1z-ZYFBZdYNAk1RFP4oOK8kwXenrt21bJGDQhG7-c12GHquYPDIcpu2uxsBMw/s640/blogger-image--488858630.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTO_vyHjuXEr19fagsvx9qAA5WdmFN6nGlA5e8qlQNMLepkFDoU91hi-_XjsdnsUIhQH1lQxFsHotFbx1z-ZYFBZdYNAk1RFP4oOK8kwXenrt21bJGDQhG7-c12GHquYPDIcpu2uxsBMw/s640/blogger-image--488858630.jpg" /></a></div> <br/><br/><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFnZxBFrqAjcQpiUk963FkgBkioWk7A-OEDUAUuUhFwblGa4Li4Ct1dGhRicj8tP3SiO_SSvLTJg-QO8JZuKuZ06w0slVFpbsHDcZfDJXGu05Jx9QTixBjXmpcwiuHOxrCLLYcUYfxDsQ/s640/blogger-image--1238292577.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFnZxBFrqAjcQpiUk963FkgBkioWk7A-OEDUAUuUhFwblGa4Li4Ct1dGhRicj8tP3SiO_SSvLTJg-QO8JZuKuZ06w0slVFpbsHDcZfDJXGu05Jx9QTixBjXmpcwiuHOxrCLLYcUYfxDsQ/s640/blogger-image--1238292577.jpg" /></a></div> <br/><br/><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7HPWj2CFbTny4a80LcPCIH1wWGJm2W19T6vSV1cJFSoBC84su2g3VfgUZgEg8PAOXWH6OKhSm0ShX7RAA7nZnzCJ6U7dP_iVJRoht3gxBHrFEQx9cRRQIO66Bnxi0brpuEsjkeQIEbb4/s640/blogger-image-106410064.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7HPWj2CFbTny4a80LcPCIH1wWGJm2W19T6vSV1cJFSoBC84su2g3VfgUZgEg8PAOXWH6OKhSm0ShX7RAA7nZnzCJ6U7dP_iVJRoht3gxBHrFEQx9cRRQIO66Bnxi0brpuEsjkeQIEbb4/s640/blogger-image-106410064.jpg" /></a></div>Lynden Laundryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15315704466902463332noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4275247378307647870.post-28854262906047118622013-06-11T09:45:00.001-04:002013-06-11T09:51:08.641-04:00Movies.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Over the weekend my husband opted for a movie night with the boys while I went out galavanting with my mother. And by galavanting, I mean to Kohls and Marshalls of course.<i> (big night out folks!) </i>Eric took Owen to pick a movie from the red box down the street and they ended up choosing, 'Escape From Planet Earth' which apparently was a hit. Since Eric was at the gym leading up to the trade off, the boys and I decided to start setting up. We thought it would be fun to set up their sleeping bags on the living room floor and make it a little more special for their popcorn and movie with Dad. Everything went well and it turned out to be a perfect night for the boys...until Sunday. <br />
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While at Owen's soccer game the next day and talking to my sister in law (her son plays too) she added that they had a family movie night as well. "We bought the new Lego Batman and had decorations and snacks and everything!", she explained. Umm really, streamers? <i>Way to make me look bad, Janelle!</i> Haha kidding of course - but I did think that was an awesome idea. What a fun way to make a night at home more exciting, right? And it can probably be fairly inexpensive too! Next time we reach for a red box I think I'll take Janelle's idea and step it up a bit. Maybe even tie in decorations and snacks with the movie theme. I think this weekend we'll make another family movie night that I just might have to skip shopping for!<br />
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Have you ever done a fun movie night like this? It sounds like a blast for the kiddos, doesn't it? Here's some ideas I found to inspire me for the next one! <br />
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Alright, cat's outta the bag...(pun intended) that's not Memere and Pepere. But, in theory it is. These little guys sit on my father's Memere and Pepere's head stone and sort of serve as a reminder of them. And from what I hear, Memere used to have a thing for knick knacks so it's fitting. Every year my parent's visit the cemetery around this time of year and replant and clean up the area. They buy flowers and clean out the dirt and brush off the stone, then replant and lastly, build the little stone wall that Memere originally started before she passed. This year, my mother and I went and took my little Mason along with us. Mase is three and likes to get into projects with grown ups whenever he can so digging through the dirt to find tossed and turned stones and burrowing holes to place new flowers was right up his ally. Plus, it was pretty cool that this was the place where we could come to remember his Pepere's Pepere. Maybe someday little Mason will be a Pepere too... Maybe. But for now I'll just keep him three. Anyway, it was a lovely afternoon in the sun and their little spot is looking tip top again.</div>
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<br />Lynden Laundryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15315704466902463332noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4275247378307647870.post-50038103726724870832013-06-07T22:05:00.002-04:002013-06-08T09:29:11.435-04:00Best Worst Mom Ever.Tonight as I pulled my boys out of the tub I began teasing my five year old with some corny little jokes that he didn't find funny. I laughed and kept poking fun and told him he was acting like a baby. (Keep reading, I'm not completely awful) He turned to face the wall and said he wouldn't talk to me until I apologized. Although he claimed to be mad, I could tell by his actions and the smirk he was trying to hide that he was half way enjoying it too. Because we hadn't crossed that line of 'seriously mad' I knew I still had some room to play and decided to take it to a little further... <i>"Fine, Owen. You're right and I'm sorry..." (</i>Owen begins to turn back around)<i> "...that you're acting like a baby!" </i>>>Insert me laughing with tears running down my face<<<i> "MOMMM!!!" </i>And here's where I left the room and announced to my husband that as my kids grow I think I'm going to be the best worst Mom ever! It's moments like these when you can find humor in the little things and find joy at the expense of your own children that set us apart from the rest of the parents out there. The moments where you can turn your child's crying into a happy time, at least for yourself anyways! And if you're this guy over at <a href="http://reasonsmysoniscrying.tumblr.com/">Reasons My Son Is Crying</a>, than maybe just a few million others too! Have you heard the buzz about this father who photographs his son crying at all different times? He documents them with the many reasons behind it such as, <i>"I washed the dirt off his pear." </i>and <i>"I touched his foot with my foot."</i> and even, <i>"It's morning." </i>Recently he held a photo contest where parent's could submit their own photos of 'Why YOUR Child Is Crying' and if you're a parent, I'm sure you can think of a few good ones to share! Although the contest is over, here's some old pictures I found for my own 'Reasons My Son Is Crying'...<br />
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I wouldn't let him take any more ornaments off the Christmas tree.</div>
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If you're not one of those parents that harasses their children like this, or better yet, film yourself telling your child you ate all his Halloween candy like our friends did - <i>(woot woot, Jay and Lindsey!!) </i>then forget you read this post and check out the ones where I spew hearts and butterflies like <a href="http://lyndenlaundry.blogspot.com/2013/01/the-hands-that-helped-me-through.html">here</a> and <a href="http://lyndenlaundry.blogspot.com/2013/03/moments.html">here</a>! Have a great weekend, friends!!</div>
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