tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50723879950160648652024-03-05T02:29:34.619-06:00Glam-O-MommyI aspire to glamour. My life is not remotely glamorous.
I'll never walk a red carpet in my life, and I don't have the money to buy super expensive things, but that doesn't mean I have to put on mom jeans and pull my hair into a scrunchie and give up. I am Glam-O-Mommy! (At least in my own mind.)Glam-O-Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17270241700019080204noreply@blogger.comBlogger73125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072387995016064865.post-86932257930076116232014-09-25T00:00:00.000-05:002014-09-25T00:00:00.806-05:0010September 25th, 2004...10 years ago...<br />
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<i>J and Sonya got married</i></div>
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<i>Roses</i></div>
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<i>Vows</i></div>
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<i>Rings</i></div>
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<i>Kisses</i></div>
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<i>Guest table</i></div>
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<i>Wedding cake (chocolate with chocolate mousse inside)</i></div>
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<i>First dance-"All My Life" by Aaron Neville and Linda Ronstadt</i></div>
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<i>Father-daughter dance "Rhinestone Cowboy"</i></div>
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<i>I used to sing that song with Daddy as a baby</i></div>
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<i>C and her husband with us on the dance floor</i></div>
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<i>Looks like we made it! 10 years!</i></div>
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What an amazing day. What a wonderful life. So blessed and grateful to share it with him. Happy anniversary to us!<br />
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<br />Glam-O-Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17270241700019080204noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072387995016064865.post-78023240753142945692014-09-09T21:06:00.000-05:002014-09-09T21:18:15.585-05:00Who Does Stitch Fix Think I Am?I received my first Stitch Fix in mid-March and up until I received Stitch Fix #6 last month and #7 this week, I was pretty happy with what I was receiving in my Fixes. But these last two months have me wondering exactly who Stitch Fix thinks I am.<br />
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<b>Fix #6</b><br />
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<i>I would never carry this. Going back.</i></div>
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<i>The stylist wrote she thought I would like these jeans since I said I wanted tight pants. No, I never said that. I like pants to fit. I said I wanted CROPPED pants, not tight ones. Going back.</i></div>
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<i>Love the pattern and color of this dress.</i></div>
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<i>Absolutely hate the gather at the waist.</i></div>
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<i>Also, the "waist" is two-plus inches ABOVE my real waist. Going back.</i></div>
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<i>Loved the color, not a fan of the sleeves and the neckline was crazy. <br />I had no idea what to do with it to make it look okay. Going back.</i></div>
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<i>Cute chevron pattern, love the color. KEEPER. My only one of Fix #6.</i></div>
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<i>Let's start just by looking at the color palette in this box. </i><i><i>Could it BE more drab? Am I going to prison? Ugh.</i></i></div>
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<i>Love the color of this shirt and that was about it. Material was too...flimsy. </i></div>
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<i><i>I like clothes that are more structured, where collars can stand up without having to be propped up. </i></i><i>BUT SEE THESE PANTS STITCH FIX? I WANT THEM IN ALL COLORS! </i><i><i>(Margaret Emer cropped pants from an early successful Fix.)</i></i><br />
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<i>It also pulled weirdly around the chest area and I am not remotely stacked!</i></div>
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<i>Loved the color and some of the detailing on this shirt, which won't show up in the picture, </i><i><i>but this was too...large. Two of me could have fit in here.</i></i><br />
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<i>I have a huge handful of fabric gathered behind my back. </i><i><i>If the shirt fit more like this, I might've kept it.</i></i><br />
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<i>Could this top make me look any wider?</i><br />
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<i>Drab color, fits like an army tent. Just, no.</i><br />
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<i>This is my "What the hell Stitch Fix?!" face. Am I a jailbird? <br />Who would look good in this? Answer: definitely not me.</i></div>
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<i>And once again, the top finger is pointing at where Stitch Fix thinks my waist is, while the lower finger is pointing at where my waist really is.</i></div>
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<i>Here's the face again. Seriously, who do they think I am? They have a link to my blog and my Pinterest board. Quick glances at those would not show anything like this outfit!</i></div>
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<i>The pants were comfortable and fit well, but I wasn't a fan of the drab color, they were the kind of fabric which will never look ironed, and the legs were a few inches too long. </i><i><i>Even with heels on, the pants would drag on the ground!</i></i></div>
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So, for the first time, I did not keep one single item from my Fix. I'm disappointed. I feel like the first few stylists I had found items that were cute and that I loved, but these last two months, I wonder if the stylists even looked at my Style Profile, blog and Pinterest boards, or read my feedback and notes from previous Fixes. Based on what I received and their notes (the note on this Fix was short and pretty impersonal....seemed like "Hannah" just grabbed stuff and threw it in a box), I don't think so.</div>
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Visit my previous Fix blog posts for a better review of Stitch Fix than this one. Stitch Fix back in the good old days...</div>
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<a href="http://www.glam-o-mommy.blogspot.com/2014/08/double-stitch-fix-double-fun.html" target="_blank">Stitch Fix #4 & 5</a></div>
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<a href="http://www.glam-o-mommy.blogspot.com/2014/03/glam-delivered-right-to-your-door.html" target="_blank">Stitch Fix #1</a></div>
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<b>Will I Stay With Stitch Fix?</b><br />
I am going to give it another couple of months. I don't want to give up on it just yet. But if the next few Fixes are a bust, I'll probably stop the service.<br />
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I should say, I don't expect to keep all the items every time; however, I like to feel like even if I didn't keep items, I understood why the stylist sent them to me to try and I don't get that feeling these last two months. I'm happy with finding only one or two cool pieces to keep each time, but I want to feel like they're trying and this last Fix just seemed like a fail all the way around.<br />
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If you've tried Stitch Fix, how is it working for you? What do you love about it? (I love the convenience and it's fun!) I so hope Fix #8 is GREAT!<br />
<br />Glam-O-Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17270241700019080204noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072387995016064865.post-83790567435427841382014-09-01T00:29:00.000-05:002014-09-01T00:29:02.344-05:00The Princess Culture Has Gone Too Far<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">When I was a little girl, there were only three Disney Princess movies: <i>Cinderella</i>, <i>Sleeping Beauty</i>, and <i>Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs</i>. I loved the princesses and definitely wanted to live happily ever after (well, mostly live in Cinderella's Castle at Walt Disney World in real life).</span><br />
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But I loved other things too: <i>Star Wars</i>, Barbies (who almost always came with a matching Ken-Malibu Barbie and Ken, Roller Skating Barbie and Ken, and so on), Atari games such as Pac Man, Pitfall, Frogger, and Donkey Kong, Scooby Doo, playing house and school, riding bikes, and roller skating. I took ballet. I was terrible at softball. I climbed trees and skinned my knees more times than I could count. I played with girls and boys (even boys played house and school back then and we all played <i>Star Wars </i>together).</div>
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When I look back at pictures of myself, I see myself dressed as Casper the Ghost, a scary witch, and an Indian girl for Halloween. I was Tinkerbell once, but it wasn't any fairy dress with wings-it was a plastic mask and an ill-fitting "dress" worn over clothes. </div>
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<span style="font-size: 13px;">I'm dressed in lots of primary colors, and clad mostly in jeans and shorts. I have a solid green Trapper Keeper with red, blue, and green folders inside. I have a red bike, followed by a pink dirtbike, followed by a silver, red, and black bike.</span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;">Me, circa 1980. I'm about a year older than Sophie here. For the record, I did not have football curtains. This picture was taken at a friend's house-a boy who often played Barbies with me.</span></i></div>
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Starting with <i>The Little Mermaid</i> in 1989 and all the Disney Princess movies that came after, princess culture was on the rise. And I thought it was great...at first. Wow, little girls can get these amazing costumes I never could when I was their age! They can meet the princesses! So fun!</div>
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And unlike some people, I think there are good lessons for little girls in the princess stories. Be kind. Be loyal. Read books (thank you, Belle). Work hard (Cinderella, Snow White, Tiana). And so on.</div>
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When I had Sophie, I definitely indulged in the princess culture with her (mostly for myself probably!). And from about two to four, she enjoyed it-she was Cinderella and Sleeping Beauty, we had dinner at Cinderella's Castle, we read the books and watched the movies. It was fun. I also introduced her to <i>Star Wars</i> and Scooby Doo.</div>
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<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Ariel, the one who started a movement.</span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"><i>This is still one of my favorite pictures of her. I can't help it.</i></span></div>
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And then, at five, Sophie began to move past princesses. She still loves her stuffed animals and she's not much into dolls. She's very into<i> Star Wars</i>, superheroes, Ninja Turtles, Angry Birds, other video games, and the like. Last fall, I introduced Sophie to Wonder Woman, because I wanted her to know a woman can be a superhero too. </div>
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She decided she didn't want to take dance anymore, but she did want to play basketball and soccer. She is a much better athlete than me.</div>
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Her favorite colors are blue, red, and orange. Suddenly, it has become a struggle to find things that fit with her interests, but that isn't "boy" stuff. Take a look around any retailer: try to find a nice blue, red, or orange school backpack for a girl. NOPE. Pink, purple, or teal only.</div>
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<span style="font-size: 13px;">Look for any girl's bike: no primary colors. My parents bought Sophie a "boy's" bike this week because it was in colors she liked. My mom, who like me is more girly than Sophie is, was even irritated. "I like red and blue too," my mom said. "Why does everyone think girls only like pink and purple?"</span></div>
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I'm tired of being asked if I want the "boy" or "girl" toy at McDonalds. When I was a kid, there was only one option and boys and girls both liked it, whether it was Snoopy or <i>Star Wars</i>. Sophie likes MarioKart and <i>How to Train Your Dragon</i>. According to my friend <a href="https://twitter.com/ebum1101" target="_blank">Erin</a>, some boys like Beanie Babies. If you're going to give options, just ask which one Moms want...stop categorizing them by gender.</div>
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Manufacturers and retailers now want so badly to get in on the many dollars the princess culture generates that they are leaving behind girls who don't fit in to that mold. Girls like Sophie are no different from girls like me from the early 1980s with a variety of interests. It's just today, the princess stuff is seen as SO important that it trumps everything else.</div>
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In Sophie's classes, I see lots of little girls who are still engrossed in the princess culture, especially with <i>Frozen</i> coming out last year. Sophie loved <i>Frozen</i> too, but I think that was mostly because Elsa has a superpower and the music was fantastic. Mostly, I see Sophie wanting to play with the boys because she's more interested in the things they like. Her lack of interest in princess stuff sets her apart from the other girls.</div>
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Sometimes she says she hates all girl stuff and wants to be a boy. Sometimes she goes back and forth between girl stuff and boy stuff. For example, at theater camp this summer, she was Anna from <i>Frozen</i> in the first session and wore a princess dress with a too-large crown and sneakers. The next session she wore a too-small Iron Man costume with cat ears. She doesn't want to wear clothes that are too glittery, but loved getting a mani/pedi with me at the salon last week (blue on the fingers, red on the toes, of course).</div>
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As her mother, I love her just the way she is, but I hate to see her sometimes rejecting "girl stuff" because it isn't available in the colors she likes. I'd love to be able to find her backpacks and bikes and other basic things that are "for girls" in her favorite colors. I'm working hard to not let my decidedly more girly nature and interests affect her in a negative way. I'm probably failing more than I'm succeeding, but I'm really trying.</div>
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<span style="font-size: 13px;">This is 2014. Girls can do and be whatever they want in this world. They should be able to have what they want also, in all the colors of the rainbow, not just pink and purple.</span></div>
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<li><a href="http://www.glam-o-mommy.blogspot.com/2014/03/glam-delivered-right-to-your-door.html" target="_blank">Glam Delivered Right to Your Door (Fix #1)</a></li>
<li><a href="http://glam-o-mommy.blogspot.com/2014/04/stitch-fix-2.html" target="_blank">Stitch Fix #2</a></li>
<li><a href="http://www.glam-o-mommy.blogspot.com/2014/05/stitch-fix-3-was-third-time-charm.html" target="_blank">Stitch Fix #3: Was the Third Time the Charm?</a></li>
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Fix #4 arrived in the middle of the NBA Finals and it was so crazy and amazing and busy (MY SPURS WON! YES, I KNOW YOU KNOW THAT! I'M STILL EXCITED!) that I didn't get to post about it. Then, Fix #5 arrived in the middle of my insanely busy July, and now it's August, so I'm going to post about these two Fixes now and Fix #6 later in the week.</div>
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This Fix was styled by Marisa, who tried and failed to find me some more of my beloved Margaret M Cropped Pants, and once again, focused on "navy" as my favorite color. You say something one time...</div>
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<b>First Item: Mavi Kalie Denim Jacket, $98</b></div>
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This jacket was cute and fit fine, except it hit me in the part of my midsection I always try to camouflage-the dreaded mommy pooch. I also didn't want to spend $98 on it. </div>
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<b>Second Item: 41Hawthorn 3/4 Sleeve Popover Blouse, $58</b></div>
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I liked this shirt a lot, because it has a great cut and fits my need to buy tops I can wear to work that are not t-shirts. I felt like it would work with jeans or cropped pants nicely. My only slight worry was that it is silky and I am hot-natured and that is not always a great combination. However, I ultimately decided to KEEP IT.</div>
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I was not a fan of the print on this shirt at all. It's just not me, not my style. It also fit weirdly, especially at the front, where it pulled away from my cleavage. GOING BACK.</div>
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Now we're talking. The simple clean style of this dress is very my style. I love the colorblocking and don't even mind the orange band around my waist. It just works for me. KEEP. </div>
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<b>Fifth Item: Margaret M Duboce Straight Leg Jean, $108</b></div>
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This is what Marisa sent instead of my beloved Margaret M cropped pants...bright pink Margaret M straight leg jeans. Nope. Not even close. Too tight. Unflattering from the back (not posting that picture). GOING BACK.</div>
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So, in summary, I kept the ivory 3/4 sleeve blouse and the Auburn dress, and they are both items I'm wearing regularly, which is a win in my book. The total came to $136, but once my $20 styling fee was applied, it was only $116.</div>
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This Fix was styled by Christina, who wanted to give me some fun summer items. I could tell she had read my feedback, because I specifically requested a long cardigan, since my office keeps the AC at glacial temperatures and I need something to go over sleeveless or short-sleeve tops inside.</div>
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<b>First Item: Andrew Marc Saiara Sleeveless Dress, $128</b></div>
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At first glance, this dress reminded me of the Auburn dress in Fix #4. I loved the colors and pattern, but once I got the dress on, something felt off. It felt like the dress was about two inches shorter than I wanted it to be. I wanted it to skim the top of my knee, and it sat clearly above it. Also, it had a line at the waist that felt too high also. </div>
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Twitter had mixed opinions...one gentleman told me I looked hot LOL, while most of the Twitter fashionistas I trust (I'm looking at you, <u><a href="https://twitter.com/ebj123" target="_blank">Elizabeth</a></u>) agreed with my assessment of the dress. And if I'm going to spend $128, the dress has to fit way better. GOING BACK.</div>
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<b>Second Item: 41Hawthorn Abrianna Longsleeve Knit Cardigan, $48</b></div>
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This black cardigan was exactly the type of thing I asked for in my feedback...great length, flattering fit, goes with everything. KEEPER. Not overly exciting, but a solid choice. Twitter concurred.</div>
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<b>Third Item: Level 99 Patrick Cropped Chino Pant, $108</b></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Hi, I look naked on the bottom. Not a look I'm going for.</span></i></div>
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Dear Stitch Fix, unless you can find me another pair of my beloved Margaret M cropped pants, just stop. Don't send me weird skinny jeans in bright colors or strangely buttoning, too tight, TOO NAKED LOOKING cropped chinos. They are no substitute! Just stop. The naked look was too much for Twitter also. GOING BACK.</div>
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<b>Fourth Item: Papermoon Remmie Multi-Color Chevron Print Maxi Skirt, $58</b></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">I liked the colors of this skirt, but it didn't really seem like me.</span></i></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Also, the seams didn't match up anywhere, which looked busy and awful.</i></span></div>
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When I consulted Twitter, my friend <a href="https://twitter.com/rambleginger" target="_blank">Ginger</a> commented that the skirt just didn't LOOK like me, and I had to agree. It's just not my style. GOING BACK.</div>
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<b>Fifth Item: Fun2Fun Nannette Swiss Dot Sleeve Blouse, $58</b></div>
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Finally, a cute top that wasn't blue! Yay! I loved the color, hemline, and dotty sleeves of this top. I felt pretty sure I wanted to keep it, and when I consulted Twitter, everyone agreed in a big way. This top got the best response! KEEPER!</div>
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So, for Fix #5, I kept the sensible black cardigan that I will wear forever and the adorable coral dot sleeve blouse that can be worn in many different ways! I think I had a credit, so once that and my styling fee was applied, I only paid $80 for the two items.</div>
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I seem to consistently get two pieces I like in each Fix so far. I really wish I could get one stylist selecting for me each month, so maybe the selections would become more consistent as the person would know my taste better. I think I might be able to request the same stylist, but I'm not sure. Something to look into for next time.</div>
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For me, the fun and convenience factors are still the main reasons why I continue to get a Fix each month. We'll see what Fix #6 brings this week!</div>
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I am a big fan of cheese in general. My absolute favorites are goat cheese (served warm with bread), Havarti, Muenster, and Brie. The only cheese I really don't enjoy is Swiss. I once made the mistake of putting a remaining bit of Camembert in my new Anne Klein tote after a picnic in Paris and the bag was stinky for the rest of my trip.</div>
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Unless you have been living under a rock or don't follow me on Twitter (<a href="https://twitter.com/GlamOMommy" target="_blank">@glamomommy</a>), you probably already know that I am excited that <b>MY SAN ANTONIO SPURS MADE THE NBA FINALS FOR THE SECOND YEAR IN A ROW!</b> </div>
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I have been a serious Spurs fan since 1994. In 2012, my <a href="https://twitter.com/CA_Heiss" target="_blank">BFF</a> convinced me to buy tickets to the playoffs and we've done it every year since. Loving a team this hard is alternately amazing and heartbreaking. Last year, we came up about 30 seconds short of winning the title. This year, we have been back on the emotional playoffs rollercoaster since Easter. I don't know what's going to happen in the Finals (I think we have a great shot to win it, but luck and health plays huge roles also, so you never know), but no matter what, I am so proud of my classy, underappreciated, beautiful Spurs. </div>
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If you don't have an NBA team you already root for, you should love them too. :) Let Magic Johnson and others tell you why <a href="http://youtu.be/VcEYrjU_3sM" target="_blank">here</a>.</div>
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My birthday was two weeks ago and it was fabulous. The day before I had a lovely lunch with my parents and dinner out with my girlfriends. On my actual birthday, I woke to a surprise birthday cake drawing from Sophie, then we went shopping and to lunch with J, and then I laid by the pool reading. It was relaxed and glorious.</div>
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A turquoise lamp, a small fan to combat my early-arriving hot flashes, a picture of J and me taken at South Padre when we were dating, an iPod dock/radio, a Spurs cup full of water, and a stack of books to be read.</div>
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But I always, always buy a ginormous soda because they have my favorite thing in the world. I believe its real name is the Coke Freestyle Machine, but I just call it the Magical Coke Machine. Regular Coke is my one real vice, so I freaking love this thing. I'd buy one for my house if I could. I usually mix half regular Coke and half Cherry Vanilla Coke.</div>
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Kind of? When we moved into our house last year, the front featured a ton of cacti and some lantanas and other bushes. We didn't do much to it, just let it grow wild, but this year, one of the big bushes died. At first, J and Sophie (I AM NOT OUTDOORSY-BLACK THUMB RIGHT HERE) tried to replace it with some purple flowers. However, the horde of deer that live on our street (really-sometimes we come out at night to find about 12-14 deer sleeping in our front yard) thought they made a delightful snack. Hence all the cacti! </div>
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So next J planted three new lantana bushes and the deer seem to be leaving those alone. We also let Sophie get a hibuscus in a pot on our front porch and it seems to bloom one single large bloom every other day. One blooms, the next day it's dead and gone. Then another blooms. It's weird.</div>
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Sophie has a wonderful slate of activities planned-theater camp, chef camp, Paris camp, oceanography camp, sports camp, adventure camp, and zoo camp, plus one week each month with my parents, aka Nana Camp. She also has swimming lessons once a week and we've signed her up for a basketball team, which should be interesting.</div>
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And then I had a conference at Disney in April, so J and Sophie went with me and we turned it into a family trip and a visit to my homebound aunt. </div>
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While I still have tons of vacation for the year, J does not, and his mom and best friend were here for a visit last year, so no Canada and no any other trip over the summer.</div>
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We'll do things locally-we have passes to the zoo and Six Flags. We may do a weekend in a cabin somewhere if we get ourselves together in time. Other than that, not much. Our 10th anniversary is in September. I'd love to go somewhere, but we'll have to see.</div>
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Castle and Beckett (Castle) and Deeks and Kensi (NCIS LA) are probably my two favorites. I am extremely irritated that Castle and Beckett didn't make it down the aisle!</div>
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Literally the last thing I bought (other than groceries) was a 2014 Spurs Western Conference Champions T-shirt!</div>
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C and I stood in line at Academy for two hours after the game ended Saturday night to buy them, then headed to the airport to welcome the Spurs home from Oklahoma. We didn't get home until 2 a.m. Apparently, we think we're still in our 20s LOL.</div>
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I'm pretty passionate about women's rights. I'm supporting Wendy Davis and Leticia Van De Putte for Governor and Lt. Governor of Texas, because I believe they will do the right thing for the women and children of our great state.</div>
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I am grateful that Sophie has had a great year in Kindergarten, which ends Thursday. I am grateful my parents live nearby and always help out in a pinch. I am grateful for a <a href="https://twitter.com/CA_Heiss" target="_blank">friend</a> who is crazy enough to have late-night adventures with me. I am grateful for a husband who supports my interests, crazy and time-consuming though they may be for a few months each year. And I'm grateful that the Spurs made it back to the Finals. No team deserves it more!</div>
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Now I'm supposed to tag 11 bloggers...but most of the ones I know have already done this, so I'm going to tag a few who may have not: <a href="http://kirida.com/" target="_blank">Mona</a> and <a href="http://somispeaks.com/" target="_blank">Nilsa</a>. </div>
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Glam-O-Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17270241700019080204noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072387995016064865.post-40251961940256845832014-05-15T23:54:00.000-05:002014-05-15T23:54:09.279-05:00Stitch Fix #3: Was the Third Time the Charm?In March, I received my first <a href="http://www.glam-o-mommy.blogspot.com/2014/03/glam-delivered-right-to-your-door.html" target="_blank">Stitch Fix</a>. I loved the idea of <a href="http://www.glam-o-mommy.blogspot.com/2014/03/glam-delivered-right-to-your-door.html" target="_blank">"Glam Delivered Right to Your Door."</a> I only purchased one top from that Fix, but I was hooked!<br />
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In April, I received <a href="http://glam-o-mommy.blogspot.com/2014/04/stitch-fix-2.html" target="_blank">Stitch Fix #2</a> and it was terrific. I got three great items, including these fabulous Margaret M Emer black cropped pants that hide every flaw and make me look thinner than I really am. I wear them constantly. So I had high hopes for Stitch Fix #3, arriving a few days before my birthday in May. I was hoping this would be the Fix where everything was amazing and I bought it ALL.<br />
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Honestly, I was a little underwhelmed with the selections this month. At first, I wasn't sure I was going to keep anything. So I gave myself a day, tried on everything again, really thought about it, and ultimately decided to keep two pieces. And I'm really happy with my choices, although I'm hoping for something more "wow" next time.<br />
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This month's Fix was styled by Danya. She definitely looked at the feedback from my last Fix, since she selected some more blue pieces and a short version of the white jeans from my last Fix and both the tops covered my upper arms nicely, since I'd pointed out I don't like sleeveless in my last Fix. She also noted how one of the tops would go nicely with the Margaret M pants from the last Fix, which was great.</div>
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<b>First Item: 41Hawthorn Beatrice Dolman Sleeve Back Zipper Top, $58</b></div>
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My first thought was, "Oh, more blue." Don't get me wrong-I do love blue and navy, but I like other colors too! While this top is more turquoise, I'd love to see some other colors for variety in future Fixes.</div>
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My second thought was "Dolman sleeves never seem flattering on me." So I didn't have high hopes before I tried it on. However, once I put it on, I was intrigued. It is a great color, the material seems to fall nicely, it gathers at the waist in a way that might sort of camouflage the problematic mommy pooch, and I didn't hate the sleeves as I anticipated I might. The more I looked at it, the more I liked it. Plus, I have a tendency to buy a variety of t-shirts and just accessorize them to make them seem dressier, and I really need some great, non-t-shirt tops to wear to work and elsewhere. KEEPING.</div>
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<b>Second Item: 41Hawthorn Moni Stud Detailed 3/4 Sleeve Blouse, $58</b></div>
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Not a blue item! I love this purple/fuchsia color and the shirt has a very fitted and flattering style. The only thing I wasn't sure about were the gold studs. I don't wear a lot of gold, so they were just kind of meh for me at first. But the more I looked at the shirt ON, the more I liked it. And I do have some jewelry in a similar gold tone that has stones this exact fuchsia color, so that works out nicely. And I need more non-t-shirt tops. KEEPING.</div>
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More blue. The color was lovely, but the dress was not. Sleeves were short. Tied multiple times around the waist. I DON'T TIE ANYTHING AROUND MY WAIST. I WANT PEOPLE TO LOOK ANYWHERE BUT MY WAIST. Too much material for lower half of dress, all bunched up and making me look larger on bottom-no, thanks. And finally, the dress was that just-below-the-knee length, which I personally think is the most unflattering length of all time. Give me a simple streamlined dress with no ties that hits just above the knee any day of the week. This? No. No. No. GOING BACK.</div>
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<b>Fourth Item: Kut From the Kloth Mona Boyfriend Short, $68</b></div>
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These shorts are basically the white jeans from my last Fix in short form. Sounds good, right? Um, no. I love long denim jeans. I do not love denim shorts, in any color, but especially white. And when I do wear shorts, they are a little shorter and do not hug my midthigh and make it look like a sausage. Any shorts I wear are completely loose around the leg, so as to make my thigh look smaller coming out of the leg. And I think these were giving me a camel toe. Not good, people. GOING BACK.</div>
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<b>Fifth Item: Pixley Myah Crystal Palm Earrings, $38</b></div>
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I got a necklace in my <a href="http://www.glam-o-mommy.blogspot.com/2014/03/glam-delivered-right-to-your-door.html" target="_blank">first Stitch Fix</a>. I didn't love it and I thought I indicated I didn't want to receive any more jewelry in future Fixes, because I'm really in this for the clothes. I already have a lot of jewelry.</div>
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I didn't dislike these earrings really, I just didn't love them. Plus, I already have some nicer jewelry in this same mint-green color. Hoping for all clothes in my next Fix. GOING BACK.</div>
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While I was initially underwhelmed, I'm really pleased with the two tops I decided to keep. With my $20 styling fee already applied, they cost me $102, which is probably what I would pay for two nice tops at Macy's. But I didn't have to go to Macy's! The convenience factor in <a href="http://www.stitchfix.com/referral/3494916" target="_blank">Stitch Fix</a> is the best. I look forward to getting the boxes, trying things on in my own mirror and lighting, and pairing the items with other stuff I already own.</div>
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I tried to give very specific, directive feedback about the items in this Fix, as well as other things I am looking for (MORE MARGARET M CROPPED PANTS, AHEM), so I'm excited to see what arrives in my next Fix on June 11th.</div>
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Also, I followed the suggestions on the style card and paired the fuchsia Moni Stud Detailed blouse with my favorite jeans and brown Franco Sarto boots (that have gold detailing, natch) for work today.</div>
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<br />Glam-O-Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17270241700019080204noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072387995016064865.post-53263893623376179612014-04-17T21:27:00.004-05:002014-04-17T21:30:23.186-05:00Stitch Fix #2Last month, I received my first <a href="https://www.stitchfix.com/referral/3494916" target="_blank">Stitch Fix</a> (click <a href="http://www.glam-o-mommy.blogspot.com/2014/03/glam-delivered-right-to-your-door.html" target="_blank">HERE</a> to check out my description of the Stitch Fix process, review, and pictures). Although I only kept one item from that first box (I wear it a lot!), I was really excited about the process and eagerly awaiting my next one.<br />
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Monday, I received the email that <a href="https://www.stitchfix.com/referral/3494916" target="_blank">Stitch Fix #2</a> was on its way and would arrive Wednesday. I must have checked the FedEx tracking number so many times, but Wednesday evening, it arrived right on schedule, as expected. I had to wait until after I took Sophie to swimming lessons and got her bathed and to bed and then I dove right in.<br />
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This month's Fix was styled by Samantha. What I loved about the note and style card explaining each selection was that in her explanation, she referenced the feedback I gave about the pieces in my last Fix! It was great to feel like they really heard my feedback and adjusted their ideas about what to send me accordingly.<br />
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<i>Note: Sorry for the horrible selfies...you'll note I took some in the morning and some in the evening!</i><br />
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<b>First Item: Mia Melon Paloma Back Jersey Cutout Top, $54</b><br />
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This top was...strange. From the front, it looks normal, but the back has an odd racerback design featuring a line of brown buttons. When I put it on, the Y of the racerback would not lay flat against my back, instead jutting out from my spine like a teapot handle. Also, the jersey material unflatteringly highlighted my mommy pooch in the front and I'm not a big fan of round neck tops (I prefer V or boatneck tops). The color, a deep turquoise, was nice, but that was really the only thing I liked about it. Going back.</div>
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<b>Second Item: 41Hawthorn Natasha Front Pocket Sleeveless Blouse, $54</b><br />
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Stitch Fix is going to have to come to terms with the fact that I do not do sleeveless. The only time I'm sleeveless is when I'm in a swimsuit (one-piece, of course). I wear blazers over tank tops and cardis over sundresses. This shirt, a deep cobalt blue, highlighted my largish, flabby upper arms while simultaneously hanging so loosely everywhere else that I'm pretty sure people would ask me if I was expecting while wearing it. Going back.<br />
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At this point, you're thinking...I thought you said they listened to your feedback?! And they did...<br />
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<b>Third Item: Pomelo Arcade Dot Print Chambray Top, $68</b><br />
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As I pulled out the third blue top of my Fix, I realized that my feedback about being obsessed with navy and that I loved the polka dot trim on the too-small blazer I returned had been remembered. I loved this structured, navy, polka dot shirt on sight and prayed it would fit well. And it is perfect! It is rolled up to three-quarter sleeves (my favorite kind, covering all the flabby bits!) and fits nicely-not too small in the shoulders, not too large everywhere else. So preppy and adorable and perfect for summer! Love, love, love. Totally keeping it!<br />
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<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">I got several compliments on this shirt at work today!</span></i></div>
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<b>Fourth Item: Margaret M Emer High Waisted Cropped Trouser, $98</b><br />
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I had specifically requested cropped pants in my feedback last month for my summer work wardrobe, so I was excited to see these pants. Then, I started looking to put them on and realized they are just pull on-no buttons or zippers. While I thought that might be a challenge, turns out they are easy to pull on, fit fantastically, and are the perfect length! They are super comfortable as well and the high waist reins in the mommy pooch and the whole style of the pant seems flattering. Love! Keeping them.<br />
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<b>Fifth Item: Kut From the Kloth Denna Colored Skinny Jean, $78</b><br />
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Remember the <a href="http://www.glam-o-mommy.blogspot.com/2014/03/glam-delivered-right-to-your-door.html" target="_blank">cranberry corduroy pants</a> that fit great in my last Fix, but were not practical for South Texas in springtime? Well, I mentioned that I loved the fit of the pant, but preferably in another material and Samantha came through-sending me a white denim version of the same pant! These look really cute with the navy polka dot top and pretty much anything else for summer. Sold! Keeping them.<br />
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So, first Fix-one out of five keepers, second Fix-three out of five keepers! Honestly, that was more than I expected in terms of improvement. If I had decided to keep all five items, with the $20 styling fee applied and the buy all 25 percent discount, all five would cost me $249. Since I know I would absolutely not wear the two items I'm returning, I'm comfortable with that and will only have to pay $224 for the three items I chose to keep (with the $20 styling fee applied).<br />
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While that might seem high to some, the uniqueness of the items I'm receiving, coupled with the fact that I didn't have to leave the house to search for them, makes this money well spent in my eyes.<br />
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My next Fix arrives in mid-May, three days before my 41st birthday, so I really hope I get some cute stuff!<br />
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<b><i>Disclaimer: The <a href="https://www.stitchfix.com/referral/3494916" target="_blank">Stitch Fix links</a> I put throughout this post are referral links. If you use <a href="https://www.stitchfix.com/referral/3494916" target="_blank">my referral link</a> to sign up for Stitch Fix, I will receive a $25 credit to my account to put toward a future Stitch Fix. However, all the opinions here are my own and I am not being reimbursed in any way to review Stitch Fix. I'm doing this for fun and paying for everything out of my own pocket!</i></b><br />
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Sophie, now five and a half, is growing up faster than I like.</div>
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It really struck me this week. Last week, on our way to Florida for vacation, she carried her own backpack and pulled her own suitcase. We had no stroller to deal with and no child to carry for the first time ever and we were THRILLED that she was pulling her own weight (as it were) as a traveler. So proud of our big girl. That didn't bother me at all.</div>
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Then, last night after her bath, Sophie told me her tooth hurt. I took a look and the tooth wiggled very loosely.</div>
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"Sophie, your baby tooth is loose," I told her.</div>
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"MOMMY! I HAVE A WIGGLY TOOTH! I HAVE A WIGGLY TOOTH!" she exclaimed. I called for J to come and he hugged her and was congratulating her on this milestone when I felt tears pricking my eyes.</div>
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My baby is losing her baby teeth, literally the last vestiges of her babyhood. MY BABY. I'm not ready for this, friends. It's really hitting me.</div>
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She's finishing Kindergarten. She'll turn six in August. She's losing her baby teeth. She's as tall as my boobs (yes, really). But she's just my little baby. How did this happen?</div>
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Every day, she makes me laugh with her pronouncements on things, always starting with "Good news, Mommy!" or "Do you want to know something crazy?" She is reading everything in sight, whether she likes to admit it or not. She is becoming a good little swimmer and works hard at it every week. She is SO over princesses, showing no interest in them last week at all (except Elsa, because ICE POWER).</div>
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<b>Update: </b><i>Before I could post this, Sophie's baby tooth came out as she brushed her teeth before bed. The Tooth Fairy is glad she had time on her lunch break today to prepare for the occasion. Mommy is still in teary denial.</i></div>
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Several fantastic ladies (I'm looking at you <a href="http://rambleramble.com/" target="_blank">Ginger</a> and <a href="http://diniwilks.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Laura</a>!) I know receive makeup boxes every month with samples to try, and while I've been interested in that concept, I'm not into makeup quite enough to actually sign up for any of those services. YET.<div>
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But new clothes delivered straight to my door every month? SIGN. ME. UP. I never feel like I have enough time to shop as it is and I definitely need to expand my fashion horizons a bit from my current uniforms of Summer (capri pants and a top) and Winter (jeans, boots, and a top). (Those are the only two seasons here in Texas.) I thought this might help me try.</div>
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How does it work? You simply <a href="https://www.stitchfix.com/referral/3494916" target="_blank">sign up online</a>, fill out a questionnaire about your fashion likes and wardrobe needs, and select a date for your first Fix to arrive. When your Fix ships, you are charged a $20 styling fee that will be put toward any items you decide to purchase. If you send everything back in an included envelope, the styling fee is all you are charged.</div>
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<b>So, Stitch Fix #1!</b></div>
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My stylist Shuchi picked out four items of clothing and one jewelry item for my first Fix. I loved her note about the pieces she selected for me and I really loved the card that gave ideas for styling each piece.</div>
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<b>First Item: Jonathan Corduroy Skinny Pant, $78</b></div>
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These pants fit me perfectly and were SO comfortable. I really liked them, but I chose not to keep them for one big reason: CORDUROY. If I had received this box in October, maybe. But it's mid-March in South Texas and there will be no corduroy wearing for me. I get hot just thinking about it! But if Shuchi could send me these exact pants in a denim or stretch cotton, I'd be sold! (Although I would like a more cranberry red than orange red too.)</div>
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I loved the beautiful color of this dress and the soft material and while it doesn't photograph well, I loved the draping, which camouflages the mommy pooch perfectly. I showed it to J and he really liked it too and he's a tough judge. The only problem was that while it fit my lower half well, the top half was too large and had huge armholes that showed my bra on each side. I considered tailoring, but realistically, I don't have the time or money to do so. The dress is going back.</div>
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<b>Third Item: Toshi Contrast Detail Blazer, $88</b></div>
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I love a good blazer, so I was really excited to receive one in my box. Unfortunately, although I loved the cut of the blazer, it was too tight for me in the shoulders and arms, so I could barely move them. I was pretty bummed out as I really loved the polka dot contrast trim. Going back.</div>
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<b>Fourth Item: Gwendolen V-Back Knit Shirt, $58</b></div>
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Finally a keeper! From the front, this navy knit shirt looks like a basic boatneck style, but from behind it has a little V that gives it a nice twist. I love the cut of the shirt and navy is kind of my fashion obsession these days, so I'm keeping the top and look forward to styling it with a few things already in my wardrobe. :)</div>
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One keeper and four returns (although two were almost keepers)...I don't consider this a failure by any means. I really love the navy V-back and I had a great time trying new things on. I went online to indicate what I was keeping and give feedback about the items I'm returning, so hopefully Shuchi will have more information to make my next Stitch Fix even better. I'm interested to see what I receive in my mid-April delivery! This is a really fun service!</div>
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<i><b>Disclaimer: The Stitch Fix links I put throughout my post are referral links. If you use <a href="https://www.stitchfix.com/referral/3494916" target="_blank">my referral link</a> to sign up for Stitch Fix, I will receive a $25 credit to my account to put toward a future Stitch Fix. Howev</b></i><i><b>er, all the opinions here are my own and I am not being compensated in any way to review Stitch Fix. I paid my $20 styling fee, and with the one item I'm keeping from this box, I'm paying a total of $58 (including the original styling fee). I just thought it would be fun to share what I received and what I think of this service!</b></i></div>
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Glam-O-Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17270241700019080204noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072387995016064865.post-76539311627713921652014-01-07T21:51:00.001-06:002014-01-07T21:51:29.176-06:00Reflections on 2013<div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">
I have formulated about 10 blog posts in my head this last month. None of them made it into this space. I swore I was going to blog during my 16 days away from work. Didn't happen. Life happened instead! (OK, and lots of TV watching.)</div>
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<a href="http://diniwilks.blogspot.com/2013/12/2013-recap-happier-fatter-richer.html" target="_blank">Laura</a> and <a href="http://thirty-ninecandles.typepad.com/my-blog/2013/12/on-the-upswing.html" target="_blank">Blair</a> and several of my lovely friends completed this year-in-review questionnaire and I love the format, so here goes:</div>
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<b>1. What did you do in 2013 that you've never done before?</b><br />
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I sold a house. I rode a scary-ass roller coaster (the Iron Rattler at Six Flags-I've ridden others, but this is the scariest one I've ever ridden). I attended three NBA Finals games (sob). I turned 40. I became a Homeroom Mom for Sophie's Kindergarten class.<br />
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<b>2. Did you keep your New Year's resolutions and will you make more for next year?</b><br />
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I'm not big on resolutions. Every year, I try to work on losing some weight and exercising more (yeah, right). This year, <a href="http://www.glam-o-mommy.blogspot.com/2013_02_01_archive.html" target="_blank">I made a list</a> of what I wanted to do to celebrate turning 40 and I accomplished the first three.<br />
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No, although I have a coworker who is about to give birth!<br />
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Yes. My dear friend Sue, the leader of a monthly book group I was in for 15 years passed away around New Year's last year from complications of Alzheimer's. I watched her decline over the past five years to the point where our book group meetings were just a get-together each month to see how she was doing since she no longer could read or talk about books really. She still knew me till the end though, most of the time.<br />
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No international travel in 2013. We are supposed to go to Canada sometime this year, but that may not happen for several other reasons (a surprise Disney trip in April being one).<br />
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Patience with my family. The ability to forgive myself when my house isn't perfect (I will never be as good a housekeeper as my mom, nor do I have the time and energy to be-I need to stop beating myself up! I'm good at other things!).<br />
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My 40th birthday. Games 6 and 7 of the NBA Finals (sob). Sophie's first day of elementary school.<br />
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I think buying a house and selling another and getting all bazillion of our possessions moved and surviving J's many expensive attempts to soundproof our house (28 new windows, three new doors, more to come apparently-AAH!) should qualify as my biggest achievement this year. I am never moving again!<br />
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Hmm. This is a hard question. Probably yelling at J and Sophie a little too quickly (see "patience" above). I've got to work on that.<br />
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I've been having some back problems this last month, triggered by lifting my 65-lb baby one too many times. Sorry kiddo, you have to walk everywhere now. ;)<br />
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<b>11. What was the best thing you bought?</b><br />
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Tickets to see Keane. Tickets to the Spurs playoffs (sob). My ticket to <a href="http://www.glam-o-mommy.blogspot.com/2013/10/the-blathering-in-charleston.html" target="_blank">Charleston</a>. :) My new laptop (first computer I've ever owned that wasn't a hand-me-down from J-he's kept me in computers since 2003).<br />
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J, who despite his obsession with soundproofing, is really a fantastic partner and father. I know he's always on my side and we're a great team. Also, Sophie, who is growing up to be quite a kid. She's imaginative and funny and loving and smart. She took to "big-girl school" like a boss. Love her so much.<br />
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<b>13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?</b><br />
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The Texas Senate during the Wendy Davis filibuster (basically anyone in that session who was not a Texas Democrat, or named Wendy Davis, Kirk Watson, and Leticia Van De Putte).<br />
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<b>14. Where did most of your money go?</b><br />
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Mortgage, soundproofing/home renovations, and daycare.<br />
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<b>15. What did you get really, really excited about?</b><br />
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The Spurs going to the NBA Finals (sob) and going to meet lovely Internet friends at <a href="http://www.glam-o-mommy.blogspot.com/2013/10/the-blathering-in-charleston.html" target="_blank">the Blathering</a>.<br />
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<b>16. What song will always remind you of 2013?</b><br />
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"Blurred Lines." I know, I know. But when it was first out last summer, Sophie started singing it in the car because she thought it was about her since she's a "Good Girl!" I should've taped her singing it, because it was very cute-"You're a gooood giiiirll!"<br />
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Also, Pitbull's "Don't Stop the Party" because it was the Spurs intro every night at every game (sob).<br />
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<b>17. Compared to this time last year are you:</b><br />
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Happier or Sadder - Happier<br />
Thinner or Fatter- A little thinner, not much<br />
Richer or Poorer - A little richer because I paid off my car early and now have a little extra money each month. Although also poorer, considering how much money we've spent on windows and such for our new house. Who knows?<br />
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<b>18. What do you wish you'd done more of?</b><br />
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Sleeping. Reading, for sure. Reading took a HUGE hit this year between all the moving and the obsessive HGTV watching in the months before and after our move. Blogging. Ahem, obviously.<br />
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<b>19. What do you wish you'd done less of?</b><br />
Laundry. It's the bane of my existence every weekend.<br />
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<b>20. How did you spend Christmas?</b><br />
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We opened gifts with my parents at their house on Christmas Eve. On Christmas morning, we opened our gifts and Santa's gift, then my parents came over for Christmas dinner, which required very little actual cooking from me. Nice and relaxing.<br />
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<i>Sophie on the Kindle and Nana on her phone</i></div>
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<b>21. Did you fall in love in 2013?</b><br />
I fell in love with <a href="http://www.glam-o-mommy.blogspot.com/2013/05/i-still-have-boxes-to-unpack-three.html" target="_blank">my house</a>. It was the first one we liked online and the first one we visited. Nothing else compared.<br />
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<b>22. What was your favorite TV program?</b><br />
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Scandal. Elementary. Castle. The Goldbergs. The Good Wife. Game of Thrones. Masterpiece Mystery (Inspector Lewis, Endeavor, I re-watched Sherlock, et al.). NCIS: LA. Bones. ALL OF HGTV.<br />
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"Hi, my name is Sonya and I'm addicted to television."<br />
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<b>23. Do you hate anyone now that you didn't at this time last year?</b><br />
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No. OK, maybe Ray Allen a little for game 6 of the NBA Finals (sob).<br />
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<b>24. What was the best book you read?</b><br />
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<i>Divergent. The Cuckoo's Calling.</i> I really didn't read very much this year. :(<br />
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<b>25. What was your greatest musical discovery?</b><br />
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Jay-Z? I went to see him with C and was surprised how much I enjoyed his concert (despite all the language). Also, Ed Sheeran, thanks to @melissaa24. And I've really enjoyed the Capital Cities and Imagine Dragons lately.<br />
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<b>26. What did you want and get?</b><br />
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A new house in a neighborhood with a good elementary school for Sophie.<br />
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<b>27. What did you want and not get?</b><br />
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A FIFTH SPURS NBA CHAMPIONSHIP (SOB).<br />
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<b>28. What was your favorite film this year?</b><br />
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Well, I only saw <i>Monster's University, Catching Fire, </i>and <i>Frozen</i>. Loved them all, so it's a toss up.<br />
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<b>29. What did you do on your birthday and how old were you?</b><br />
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I was 40. <a href="http://www.glam-o-mommy.blogspot.com/2013/05/forty-is-fab-with-four-to-go.html" target="_blank">We hosted a little party</a> with my closest friends and their kids at our house. It was relaxing and fun.<br />
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<b>30. What one thing would have made your year more satisfying?</b><br />
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THE SPURS WINNING A FIFTH NBA CHAMPIONSHIP (SOB). Yeah, there's a theme here.<br />
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<b>31. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2013?</b><br />
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Capris and heels (summer). Jeans and boots (winter). Lots of sparkly jewelry.<br />
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<b>32. What kept you sane?</b><br />
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My family, my BFF, and all of my lovely Twitter and Internet friends.<br />
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<b>33. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?</b><br />
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Lately, it's all Justin Timberlake and Jimmy Fallon.<br />
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<b>34. What political issue stirred you the most?</b><br />
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Women's right to choose what happens with their bodies. The actions of the Texas Senate during the filibuster were reprehensible. I've never been stirred to personally attend a political rally before.<br />
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<b>35. Who did you miss?</b><br />
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Sue and my book group friends. She was the glue that held us together. I love those ladies, but we don't get together as much now.<br />
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<b>36. Who was the best new person you met?</b><br />
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The lovely @lettergirl and all my fantastic <a href="http://www.glam-o-mommy.blogspot.com/2013/10/the-blathering-in-charleston.html" target="_blank">Blathering</a> ladies. You are the best.<br />
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<i>Just a few of my favorite Blathering friends! So many more <a href="http://www.glam-o-mommy.blogspot.com/2013/10/the-blathering-in-charleston.html" target="_blank">here</a>!</i></div>
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<b>37. Tell us a valuable life lesson from 2013.</b><br />
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If your husband tells you he's going to soundproof your new house because it's in the flight path of San Antonio International Airport, believe him.<br />
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<b>38. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year.</b><br />
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<i>"I feel knocked down but I won’t be broken, I won’t be broken </i></div>
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<i>My spirit’s reeling, but my arms are open, I won’t be broken </i></div>
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<i>Got a feeling someday you and I- you're gonna blow this town wide open </i></div>
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<i>Got a hunger snapping at my heels, my mind that can't be changed- the wheel </i></div>
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<i>That won’t be broken"</i></div>
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<i>-Keane, "Won't Be Broken"</i></div>
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For the Spurs lost championship this year (sob). No worries-they'll be back in the mix in 2014! Go Spurs go! :)</div>
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Glam-O-Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17270241700019080204noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072387995016064865.post-3032663064872513092013-11-26T23:26:00.001-06:002013-11-26T23:27:00.608-06:00Any Turkey Can TangoHow is it the end of November?!<br />
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I'm sorry for the long blog absences. I've written two lengthy updates but I never got around to adding pictures and actually posting them.<br />
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So for now, I'm just going to share a little video of my daughter Sophie, her partner Max, and the entire Kindergarten doing the Turkey Tango last week. I nearly died of the cuteness. Also, Max informed his parents that since he and Sophie were dancing together, that means they are getting married. Adorable!<br />
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I hope you and yours have a very Happy Thanksgiving!<br />
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<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/Rcl3cyxPjTA" width="480"></iframe><br />Glam-O-Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17270241700019080204noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072387995016064865.post-58916252597480415672013-10-13T00:31:00.002-05:002013-10-13T00:31:07.532-05:00The Blathering in Charleston<div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">After chickening out of Austin in 2011 and waiting too late to register for New Orleans in 2012, I finally made it to <a href="http://www.theblathering.org/" target="_blank">The Blathering</a> in Charleston in 2013. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">In some ways, the weekend was exactly what I expected. In some ways, it was even more than I expected. I came home exhausted but feeling that in the span of four days I made some deep bonds with some special people who are now "My People"-my real-life friends, not just Internet friends. And that feels pretty wonderful. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I don't want to recap every minute of every day of the weekend, but I do want to capture some of my favorite moments, observations, and regrets.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>Favorite Moments:</strong></span></div>
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<li><span style="font-family: inherit;">Saving a seat for and gabbing the whole way from Houston to Charleston with sweet DeeAnne on the plane. Meeting the chic and adorable Arwen at baggage claim.</span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: inherit;">Being picked up at the airport by the fabulous and super fun Erin, who later in the weekend called me "Carrie Bradshaw" and who I lovingly dubbed "Sassypants." Adore Erin!</span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: inherit;">Whisking Ginger out the door upon her arrival to ride Ollie the Trolley downtown for dinner with DeeAnne and me. We ended up on the rooftop of the Charleston Crab House and walked in a big square around downtown later in the evening. It was such a nice night and great way to get to know each other as roommates.</span></li>
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<li>Th<span style="font-family: inherit;">e first book club conversation I had over the weekend at Social with Ginger, Laura, Ashley, and Tara G. (aka Other Tara!). Love these girls and we had such a great conversation about books and just life in general. I was so glad to have a chance to get to know all these beautiful and amazing ladies better.</span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: inherit;">Having drinks with the larger group at Henry's on the rooftop. It was cool to see (almost) everyone in one place.</span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: inherit;">Getting to know Julie better when her GPS took us on a scenic route to Eli's Table for brunch (and the free beignets we grabbed while walking over). Thanks again for the ride, Julie!</span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: inherit;">Trying to get massages with Laura, Jessica, and Ginger and then heading back to the hotel to hang out poolside. The poolside chatting was so fun, especially after Laura and I decided to grab appetizers at the bar for sharing and then the fabulous Jen Bernardi, who I had the pleasure of getting to know over coffee in San Antonio the week before The Blathering, brought her famous trail mix! I feel like I got to talk to so many people by the pool and it was so awesome and relaxing to share lounge chairs and just gab.</span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: inherit;">Having an in-depth conversation with the beautiful Ginger about ourselves and our families on the bar patio while the sun was setting before the boat cruise. Then joining Danielle, Nora, Blair, Julie, and Jen Bernardi for more pre-boat bonding.</span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: inherit;">The Salami Pants Incident of 2013, which solidified my love of Laura!</span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: inherit;">Watching Emily do the running man on the rooftop deck of the Fish House. :) And finally getting a chance to really chat with Roomie Tara over drinks and then back in our room, when we got on the elevator and everyone else headed to the hotel bar. (We thought you were following us on the elevator, ladies!) We talked for an hour before we finally called it a night.</span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: inherit;">Hanging out with Danielle, Jen B., Caitlin, Tara G., Ginger, and DeeAnne at Queology after post-brunch shopping at the market. This was just relaxing and probably the first opportunity I had to get to know Caitlin, D</span><span style="font-family: inherit;">anielle, and Tara G. even better.</span><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: inherit;">Popsicles! I was a big fan of the chocolate sea salt and raspberry lime. I also really enjoyed chatting with Erin, Elsha, April, Laura, Jessica, Tara, and Jenna. When we caught the water taxi back to the hotel, I also got some quality time with Jennifer Lyker who is so lovely.</span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: inherit;">At the Alley, I was glad to get to talk to Blair, Maggie, Elsha, Miranda, Danielle, and Julie a little more, and my roommates Tara, Ginger, and DeeAnne. And Erin, aka Sassypants, made me laugh harder than I had all weekend!</span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: inherit;">Back at the hotel bar afterwards, I talked Pens hockey with Kate Welsh and we bonded a little over our mutual hatred of Marc-Andre Fleury.</span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: inherit;">Tara waking me up to give me a hug goodbye as she left early <span class="aBn" data-term="goog_254302241" tabindex="0"><span class="aQJ">Sunday</span></span> morning.</span></li>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>Observations:</strong></span><br />
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<li>The Organizers put a lot of work into the weekend-thank you ladies! I really appreciate everything you did to make the weekend fun for all of us!</li>
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<strong>Regrets:</strong><br />
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<li>Not doing beach yoga with Jen B. on Saturday morning (even though Creepy Old Guy was totally checking the yoga ladies out).</li>
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<li><span style="font-family: inherit;">There are SO many fabulous ladies that I did not get to spend time getting to know. For that, I am very sorry ladies! Guess</span><span style="font-family: inherit;"> that means I'll have to go to Seattle next year, right? I've never been to the Pacific Northwest or the West Coast at all, so I think I'm required to go. </span></li>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Plus, now that I've found "My People," I can't wait to see you all again. :) </span><br />
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Glam-O-Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17270241700019080204noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072387995016064865.post-27634810723952821432013-05-31T18:00:00.000-05:002013-05-31T18:10:35.131-05:00Forty is Fab With Four to GoMoving isn't the only thing that's been keeping me busy the last few months. Two things that were on my<a href="http://glam-o-mommy.blogspot.com/2013/02/40s-new-20-or-new-black-or-something.html" target="_blank"> list of things to do to celebrate turning 40</a> have been going on as well.<br />
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<em><span style="font-size: x-small;">Round 1, Game 1, April 20th against the Lakers</span></em></div>
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In April, my BFF and I started going to all the NBA home playoff games for our beloved <a href="http://www.nba.com/spurs/?tmd=1" target="_blank">San Antonio Spurs</a> and watching all the away games as well. It's all Spurs all the time right now and it is so exciting, because the Spurs are officially the Best in the West, having won the Western Conference last Monday night! They will face either the Miami Heat or the Indiana Pacers in the NBA Finals starting June 6th.<br />
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<em><span style="font-size: x-small;">When I fangirl, I fangirl hard.</span></em></div>
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The Spurs have been to and won the Finals four times previously (1999, 2003, 2005, and 2007), but it's been six long years since their last title win. It is so amazing that they have made it back and that we've been a part of it, at games in person! I am praying they win it all and would love for the deciding game to be at home-it would be amazing to be there!<br />
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My favorite part of the experience is not just the games and the winning, although I love that! It's the ritual of driving to the games early with my friend, parking in Lot 4, grabbing a bite to eat somewhere in the AT&T Center, catching up with other people we know, watching all the players warm up, hearing some amazing performances of the national anthem, enjoying the hoopla surrounding the Spurs introductions, alternately cursing, cheering, and dancing throughout the game, getting bottomless soda refills and deciding what to stress-eat in the second half (popcorn, cotton candy, or regular candy), walking elatedly to our car after a win, and listening to post-game sports talk while dissecting the game on the way home. We only have a few games left to enjoy it for this year (Four to Go!) and I'm starting to miss it a little already, but I'm hoping for a wonderful winning end to the experience. Go Spurs Go!<br />
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<em><span style="font-size: x-small;">View from our seats in the second row of the upper level.</span></em></div>
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In the midst of all the Spurs fun, my actual birthday arrived and I threw together a small birthday party at our house in about two weeks' time, once I figured out when our Spurs games were going to be. It was actually fantastic, as the Spurs won the semi-finals just after midnight ON my birthday, we had the party the next day, and then the first game of the Western Conference Finals was the following day and the Spurs won that game too. So much Spurs goodness! But, back to the party...<br />
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J worked hard all week putting lights up in our trees overhanging the deck, mowing the grass, and generally cleaning up the yard and deck for the party. I ordered Tex Mex food from my favorite restaurant and a cake from my favorite bakery and invited my three girlfriends to come over with their families. I bought bubbles for all the kids and pulled some of Sophie's toys outside for entertainment purposes. We set up the food inside, but we ate on our tables outside. I also made margaritas for the first time probably since Sophie was born and everyone seemed to enjoy them!<br />
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<em><span style="font-size: x-small;">I have great friends.</span></em></div>
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<em><span style="font-size: x-small;">And we all have great kids.</span></em></div>
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<em><span style="font-size: x-small;">Thank goodness Sophie didn't make J put 40 candles on the cake-this was enough!</span></em></div>
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<em><span style="font-size: x-small;">Sweet girl helped me blow them out!</span></em></div>
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I had originally thought about having a much bigger party, but in the end, the size of the party was perfect. I felt like I got to talk to everyone, the kids played great together, and it was relaxed and chill.<br />
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Forty has been pretty fabulous so far (my boss even arranged for all my client teams to serenade me on the :40 mark of each hour when we celebrated my birthday at work!). Looking around at my party, I just felt happy and blessed to have such good friends, to live in our <a href="http://glam-o-mommy.blogspot.com/2013/05/i-still-have-boxes-to-unpack-three.html" target="_blank">new house</a>, and to have such a sweet family. And since I'm lucky enough to have all of that in my life, I made the same wish when I blew out candles on two different birthday cakes this year. And based on the rest of this post, you can probably guess what I wished for. :)<br />
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I'm not sure I can actually call myself a blogger, as I post so infrequently. Honestly, I was never very good at keeping a diary, and this blog feels more like a diary to me most of the time. Who am I kidding, no one is reading this anyway, so I can write whatever I want. Or not. :)</div>
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Anyway. The reason for the blog absence since February is simple. We moved. That should be in all caps. WE MOVED. And this was my biggest, most adult move ever. Instead of loading up a UHaul or a friend's truck with stuff from a storage unit or apartment, we hired movers who spent nine hours over two days moving an entire houseload of furniture from our old home to our new home. </div>
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I didn't think it would be hard. Buying and selling the houses had been fairly simple. In January, we saw a new house we liked, put an offer on it, and had the offer accepted in about three days. Our closing date was <span class="aBn" data-term="goog_650053483" tabindex="0"><span class="aQJ">March 6th</span></span>. We debated moving to the new house before we listed our old house, but in the end, I panicked about having two mortgages for any amount of time, so we put our house on the market on Valentine's Day, had 11 showings and received three offers over the weekend, and accepted an offer on the 18th, with a closing date of <span class="aBn" data-term="goog_650053484" tabindex="0"><span class="aQJ">March 18th</span></span>. Done. Twelve days between closings seemed adequate. I took the week off to facilitate the move. Seemed easy enough.</div>
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I just didn't really understand how much stuff we had! When we moved into our first house in 2005, we bought new furniture that was delivered directly to the house. Then, we had a kid, and all of her furniture was delivered...directly to the house. When I contacted the moving company, I was all "1,800 square feet, three bedrooms, two sofas, a dining room set, and boxes." The day the movers came (three guys, one truck) I was all "Oh, yeah, all this stuff in the attic needs to go, and the garage, and the patio set..." and on and on. I didn't think we would ever get it all to the new house. I was like, "WHO BOUGHT ALL THIS STUFF?!"</div>
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Once the stuff was all IN the new house (nine hours of the movers' time, plus several additional trips to get clothes out of closets and such), what did I do? Immediately begin buying more stuff. Yeah, I know. I'm never moving again though, so I won't have to deal with moving all this stuff out! We actually needed some more stuff though, as our new house is bigger than our old one (3,000 square feet, five bedrooms, three full bathrooms, three living areas). </div>
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I was really looking for about 2400-2600 square feet and four bedrooms, but J and I both loved this house immediately. It was the only house we saw that we both agreed on. It felt like the right house, and we are so happy with it, although it is strange to have two bedrooms more than we have people in our family. With our previous house, the loft and two upstairs bedrooms overlooked the living room and our master bedroom was right off of that on the main floor, so it kind of felt like we were all in the same room, all the time. J works from home when he goes on call every few weeks and it was hard for him to get privacy, as Sophie would be playing in the loft right by his computer. Nothing says "professional" like a four-year-old informing 40 of your colleagues on a conference bridge that she has to go potty. Also, Sophie's bedroom was small, so her toys were in every room...the loft, the living room, our bedroom, both bathrooms. It drove me nuts. </div>
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In the new house, one bedroom is a playroom for Sophie's toys. One bedroom is an office/mancave where J can be on the computer and work in privacy. The only downstairs bedroom is the guest bedroom with a full bath next to it, which was fantastic when my mother-in-law visited in April. It will also be fantastic if my parents ever have to move in with us someday-the bathtub even has one of those bars in it to assist you getting in and out of it! Sophie has a bathroom that connects to her bedroom, which I think will be nice when she's a teenager. Our master has a separate sitting area that I'm making into a reading room for me.</div>
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Besides the move itself, we have been on a renovation streak in the new house...there has barely been a week without a contractor/workperson of some ilk in our house. We've replaced the water heater and put a water softener in. I had tile, crown moulding, and new lights put in the kitchen. Then, we had a plumbing problem and had to have some pipes fixed, which meant new drywall in our family room ceiling. This week, we are having all 28 windows in our house replaced (they are single pane and we live in the flight path to San Antonio International Airport, so we are upgrading them to block sound as well as help with energy efficiency hopefully). Sometime in the future, we also need to get our shower retiled and our showerhead raised as it currently is at the level of J's nose...the previous owners were shorter than we are. :)</div>
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Some of the best things about the new house have nothing to do with the house itself really. Sophie seems to have grown up a lot since we moved in. She is more independent and spends more time playing on her own than requiring us to entertain her. She was excited to visit the terrific elementary school she will start at in the fall and seems to harbor no longing for the old house at all. We are one subdivision over from one of my best friends, so she and I get to spend more time together casually. It seems easier to have people over as the house itself holds more people, has more places for people to sit, and has a bigger backyard. It's just so lovely and I'm really enjoying living in it.</div>
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Starting with the outside.</div>
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Here's the formal living room, a nice place to sit and read. This is our old living room furniture with new pillows to spruce it up.</div>
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The family room is comfy with reclining couches. (These are new purchases.)</div>
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Here's the kitchen before the work we had done.</div>
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The eat-in kitchen overlooks the deck in our backyard, which is one of my favorite parts of the house.</div>
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Off the game room is J's office.</div>
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Off the game room in the other direction is the master, starting with the sitting room. I need to buy bookshelves, a lamp, and a ladylike desk for this area.</div>
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One of my favorite movies of all time is <em>When Harry Met Sally</em>. I originally saw it in the theater in 1989 when I was 16. I have seen it probably hundreds of times since then. I own it on DVD and yet I stop at it every time it's on TV. In my opinion, it's one of those classic movies that stands the test of time. I highly recommend you watch it if you haven't had the pleasure before now. I can quote it almost line for line, and the lines are so good! (RIP Nora Ephron.)</div>
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<br />When J and I got married, we put this <em>WHMS</em> quote on our wedding program: "I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible." It seemed fitting. :)<br /> <br />Lately, I find myself thinking of another classic <em>WHMS</em> exchange. Sally has just found out her ex-boyfriend Joe is getting married to the woman who was supposed to be his rebound and she is doing the ugly cry of all ugly cries. Harry, her friend, comes over to provide comfort and an endless supply of tissues.</div>
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I turn 40 in three months. EEK! It is ON MY MIND. Now, I'm not in the same situation as Sally, who at the time in the movie is 32, single, and childless. She's worried about the biological clock. I'm married to J, we have Sophie, and our family is complete. We are incredibly blessed. So I am really obsessing over something completely stupid.</div>
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I didn't feel this way about turning 30...when I was turning 30, things were super exciting. J and I were dating and we spent my actual 30th birthday in Canada so we could attend his sister's wedding and I could meet his family. We were already talking about getting married. In fact, he proposed to me four months after we returned from our trip and we got married the next year. </div>
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My 30s have been the best decade of my life for sure. No more angsty high school drama. No more Single Bitter Woman on the dating scene in my 20s. Other than our <a href="http://glam-o-mommy.blogspot.com/2012/12/a-christmas-miracle.html" target="_blank">infertility battle</a>, life in my 30s has been nothing but sweet.<br /> <br />So I think that's why I'm obsessing about turning 40...I don't want my 30s, and the way my life is going now, to end. I still feel essentially youthful, but definitely wiser than in my younger days, and that's great. But 40 just sounds Officially Old. Forty years old, with a Kindergartener...yep. Older Mommy, right here. </div>
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<br />So silly, I know. Still, to make myself look forward to my birthday, which is in May, I have been coming up with a list of things I want to do this year to MAKE FORTY FAB!<br /> <br /><strong>MAKE FORTY FAB!</strong><strong></strong></div>
<strong><br /></strong>1. <strong>Go to <a href="http://www.theblathering.org/" target="_blank">The 2013 Blathering in Charleston</a>.</strong> I chickened out of going to the one in Austin in 2011, and then, just as I decided I really wanted to go to the one in New Orleans last year, all the spots were filled. I'm not missing out again! I signed up a month ago as soon as I saw registration was open before I could chicken out. This is a 40th birthday present I'm giving myself this year-a weekend away, in one of my favorite cities, with a gaggle of Internet ladies who seem fantastic and fun and who I can't wait to meet. Hopefully, they will like me too, even though I'm pretty sure I'm the old lady in the bunch. ;)<br />
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2. <strong>Go to all the Spurs Playoff Games.</strong> My BFF and I purchased a partial playoff package last year and then regretted we didn't start off with Game 1, Round 1. Even though the Spurs lost two games shy of going to the FINALS, it was still such an amazing ride supporting my team with my friend. My birthday (May 17th) always falls in the midst of the playoffs, so last year we spent my birthday at a game! And the Spurs Championships have always happened in odd years ('99, '03, '05, '07), so their chances of winning it all are even better this year! :) GO SPURS GO!<br />
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3. <strong>Throw a 40th Birthday/Housewarming Party in our new house.</strong> Have I mentioned we are moving in March? To a house I'm extremely excited about? With a playroom for all of Sophie's toys, an office/mancave for J, and a formal dining room for me? (It also has a little sitting area in our master bedroom that I am claiming as mine for a reading area!) While I REALLY wanted to take a fabulous 40th birthday trip this year (J turns 40 in September), we needed to move to get Sophie into a better elementary school for Kindergarten next fall. As such, my dreams of Paris for my 40th had to go by the wayside (maybe our 10th anniversary next year?! I'm going to keep trying!), but I am really excited about our new house and what could be better than a birthday/housewarming party to celebrate with family and friends? I just have to enlist my mom to help with the food (am total undomestic goddess sadly) and plan it so it doesn't conflict with a Spurs playoff home game!<br />
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4. <strong>Have a <a href="http://glam-o-mommy.blogspot.com/2011/06/queens-for-day.html" target="_blank">Mother-Daughter Spa Weekend</a>.</strong> My Mom and I did this two years ago and had so much fun, but couldn't find a time to make it happen last year. Even if we do it later in the year, I hope we can find time to spend time together one-on-one relaxing and getting pampered this year.<br />
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5. <strong>Visit My Two College BFFs.</strong> The year we turned 30 we all met up in Santa Fe for a birthday weekend. At the time, we were in Dallas, San Antonio, and Phoenix, so it was a great in-between spot to meet up. We ate, drank wine, and went to a spa. Now, my two BFFs both live in Phoenix, so it is more likely I will go meet up with them IN Phoenix if we can all make it work (one of them has 4 kids under the age of 7). We'll still try to do a spa or something!<br />
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Just making this list makes me excited about the year ahead. 40's the new 20, right?! What have you done to celebrate significant birthdays/occasions in your life?Glam-O-Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17270241700019080204noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072387995016064865.post-19628498167953856592012-12-09T10:28:00.001-06:002012-12-09T10:28:37.028-06:00A Christmas MiracleChristmas is my favorite holiday. I love the decorations, music, and family traditions. Although I am Santa's number-one fan, as a Christian, I'm always mindful that the reason for the season is a miracle birth.<br /><br />For anyone battling infertility, Christmas is a season of emotional landmines. Aside from the "miracle birth" narrative, the entire season is focused on families and children. You see them while Christmas shopping. Happy little faces beam at you from family photo Christmas cards. All your friends talk about is what their children want and what they plan to give them. When you are childless and very much want not to be, your heart and your spirit take a beating during what to seemingly everyone else is a joyous time.<br /><br />I went through two Christmases battling infertility. The first was early in my battle. I was sad and getting a growing sense something was off, but we weren't officially infertile yet, just trying to get pregnant with no luck. By the second in 2007, I was battle-scarred by seven rage-filled months on Clomid, several invasive and embarrassing tests, and two misfires on IUIs. (The first had to be scrapped due to the need for more genetic testing-I was a carrier for cystic fibrosis, so J had to be tested and we had to postpone the IUI. Luckily, he was not a carrier. The second scheduled, but first actual, IUI failed right around Thanksgiving. It was hard to feel thankful.)<br /><br />I really wanted to take the month of December off. I knew Christmas was going to be hard on me and I felt like taking a break from the hormones, the trigger shot, the knowing-every-second-of-every-day-where-I-am-in-my-cycle, the two-week wait, the progesterone pills I had to put in my vajayjay twice a day everyday after the IUI, all of it. I saw nothing but heartache ahead.<br /><br />J is the one who convinced me to go through it all again that December. It amazes me to think back on that now, as there were definitely points in our journey where he was ready to stop if I was, where he felt like it was too much to put myself through, and I was adamantly not going to stop until there was a baby in my arms. At the moment I faltered, he boosted my spirit. Our chances on getting pregnant on the first IUI were 8 percent. The chances on the second IUI were 15 percent, almost double. In J's mind, that was reason enough to try again. I'll never know exactly why he was so confident that we should proceed in December, but I'm forever grateful he was steadfast and supportive and kept me going.<br /><br />We went to our RE's office on the morning of December 14th, 2007, to check things out via the oh-so-fun vajayjay ultrasound. The previous month, none of my follicles looked promising. On this day, I had two OK follicles and one very large, VERY PROMISING follicle. It was absolutely the first time on any of my MANY mortifying vajayjay ultrasounds that I could actually "see" what the doctor was looking for, and he was very pleased. Of course, it was only one lovely follicle, but that was more than I had ever had develop properly before. He recommended we do the trigger shot that night and come in two days later for the IUI. My Mom and Daddy came over that night so Mom could help me with the shot. (J hates needles and I couldn't bear to give it to myself. My Mom was practiced in giving her sister insulin shots, so she took the job. Love my Mom. Of course, she would do anything to be a Nana!)<br /><br />On the morning of Saturday, December 16th, 2007, J and I went to the RE's office and submitted ourselves to our various indignities. We went home and I spent the next two weeks attempting to distract myself in all ways possible. I really wasn't in the Christmas spirit. Mostly, I expected the worst and braced myself for it.<br /><br />My pregnancy test at my RE's was scheduled for the morning of New Year's Eve. I was off work and J and I had made no plans to celebrate since I figured I'd be home sobbing into the remnants of an entire chocolate cake, while watching the ball drop in Times Square-a fitting end to my hellish year.<br />
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I went for the test first thing, then drove to my parents' house to hang out with them...J was at work. I didn't expect to hear news till the end of the day. A mere two hours later my phone rang and my doctor's words were "I hope you weren't going to make a New Year's resolution to lose weight this year, because you're going to gain a lot of weight!" I was like, "What?!" and started crying and then he said I was pregnant. <br /><br />I'll never forget turning to look at my parents and seeing tears streaming down my Daddy's face. I immediately called J to tell him the good news...I hate that he wasn't with me, but since we weren't expecting good news, we hadn't really thought about it. J came home from work early that evening and we went out for dinner and smiled and laughed all night. My heart has never felt so light. We're pregnant, we're finally having a baby, we kept saying. We couldn't believe it.<br /><br />Now, on the other side of my infertility battle, I'm back to loving Christmas again. Every year, during the Christmas season, I remember the circumstances surrounding Sophie's miracle birth. Although she was actually born in August, she was conceived at Christmas. She's my Christmas miracle. I feel incredibly blessed and extremely grateful. The holidays are sweeter than ever before with Sophie in them.<br />
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Glam-O-Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17270241700019080204noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072387995016064865.post-21116756146390935842012-11-12T08:00:00.000-06:002012-11-12T08:00:14.001-06:00It's a Not-So-Glam Day in the NeighborhoodRecently, I really enjoyed reading a <a href="http://somispeaks.com/2012/10/31/time-2/" target="_blank">post</a> from <a href="http://somispeaks.com/2012/10/31/time-2/" target="_blank">Nilsa at SoMi Speaks</a> about her typical day as a working mom. So, with her permission, I thought I'd outline my day in a similar fashion. Read on, then tell me about yours!<br />
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<strong>Wake-up.</strong> On the four days I work (Monday-Thursday), my alarm begins going off at 5:50 a.m. On a good day, I hit snooze four times and get up at 6:30. This allows me to be dressed and ready to leave the house by 7:30, which means Sophie makes it to school in time for breakfast at 8, and I get to work by 8:15. On a not-so-good day, I get up at 7, am ready to go by 8, and Sophie and I go through the Starbucks Drive-Thru for "breakfast in the car," before she arrives at school at 8:20-30, allowing me to get to the office by 8:45.<br />
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<strong>Shower.</strong> I try to keep my showers short, maybe 10 minutes. I get in, I use body wash, I shave under my arms (every day) and my legs (almost every day even in winter-can't stand going to yoga with stubble), I shampoo, then sometimes I shampoo again to give my hair more body, and then I condition.<br />
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<strong>Get ready.</strong> Once out of the shower, I brush and floss my teeth, clean and moisturize my face, put on deodorant and perfume, spray detangler on my hair and comb it, then dry my hair 75 percent of the way dry. I let the rest of it air-dry while I spend 10 minutes or so putting on makeup. My makeup routine, which I've been doing so long I can do pretty quickly, actually has quite a few steps. I put on lip balm and Neutrogena eye brightener to get rid of dark circles, then swipe on a light base and powder. Next, I use Benefit's Hello Flawless powder concealer to hide any blemishes or bags. Then, I put on lipstick, gloss, and blush. Finally, I brush and fill in my eyebrows a little, before putting on eyeshadow, eyeliner, and mascara. I know this sounds like a lot, but the name of the blog is Glam-O-Mommy for a reason! ;) Then, I throw on clothes and jewelry. ( I usually have at least an idea of what I'm wearing nailed down the night before.)<br />
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<strong>Sophie.</strong> While I am doing my wake-up/shower/get ready routine, J gets Sophie up, gets her dressed in her school uniform, and brushes and styles her hair. All I have to do then when I am ready is inspect her (pull up socks, adjust hair things, button buttons J overlooked LOL) and grab her backpack and whatever she needs for school that day (dance clothes for ballet, money for chapel, homework), which I always have ready to go and by the door the night before. And then we are off...<br />
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<strong>Commute.</strong> I work downtown and it's about a 25-30 minute drive with morning traffic (15 without). Sophie's school is three blocks from my office, so I take her in and get her settled and then am at my office within minutes. It's a pretty sweet setup and I'll miss it when Sophie goes to Kindergarten next year and goes to public school closer to our house.<br />
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<strong>Breakfast.</strong> As mentioned, I strive to get Sophie to school on time for school breakfast at 8. If we are successful, then I have breakfast at work as soon as I arrive, either a protein shake I bring from home or an egg or piece of toast or something I can buy in our cafe. And usually a Coke. I don't drink coffee, so this is my morning caffeine. On the days we are not going to make school breakfast, Sophie gets very excited about "breakfast in the car" LOL. We go through Starbucks and I get myself a Peppermint Hot Chocolate and some type of breakfast sandwich and get a Horizon chocolate milk and a protein box for Sophie. Sophie happily munches on the fruit, cheese, and scone, but makes me eat the hard boiled egg.<br />
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<strong>Lunch.</strong> When I am being good and focusing on my intake of calories, I try and bring my lunch, usually a soup and sandwich and some crackers or light popcorn, and eat a quick lunch in the cafe with coworkers. I also try to drink water with lemon during the day in addition to my 1-2 Cokes a day. At other times, I go out to eat for lunch. Last week was an exceptional lunch week. Monday, I had lunch with the mom of one of Sophie's classmates who I am getting to know better. Tuesday, J, who now offices closer to our house, was downtown at our offices for meetings, so we took the opportunity to have lunch together. (We used to eat lunch together every day when he worked down here.) Wednesday, my parents had joint eye appointments close to downtown, so we met up for lunch and it was nice to have an opportunity to chat with them without Sophie, who draws all their attention when she's with us, of course! Thursday, I brought my lunch and ate in the cafe.<br />
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<strong>Pick up.</strong> I leave work promptly at 5, pick Sophie up from school, then battle afternoon traffic all the way home. The afternoon commute always seems longer to me than the morning. I usually chat with Sophie about her day for a few minutes, then call my mother and talk to her until I pull in the driveway. Sophie often falls asleep in her carseat for the rest of the ride, as she no longer naps during the day.<br />
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<strong>Dinner.</strong> I don't cook. OK, that's not totally true. A few weekends ago, I cooked a nice spaghetti dinner on a Sunday. I've got a few things I can cook, but I don't enjoy cooking and it's the last thing I want to do after I come home from work. On the days I go to yoga I don't really eat dinner myself anyway. So during the week, either: A) J decides to cook, which happens about once a week. His meals tend to be experimental in nature. B) We make something easy like sandwiches, hamburgers, hot dogs, or macaroni and cheese. Sometimes I make chicken burgers, which are pretty healthy. Sophie also likes the kiddie Graduate meals, which are well portioned and food-group balanced, or Lunchables, which I augment with fruit. Or C) We eat out or one of us picks up food. Another option we've taken advantage of recently is the chef at Sophie's school has been making healthy dinners that you can order, pick up, and take home at the end of the day. It's $20 for a meal for four, so J usually eats the extra meal for lunch another day. The chef follows the same guidelines he does for the breakfast and lunch meals he makes for the school in terms of healthy ingredients, all food groups represented, etc. The fact that Sophie is eating well twice a day already makes me not get too hung up on what to make for dinner.<br />
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<strong>Exercise.</strong> I've been doing better at this lately. I used to Jazzercise three to four times a week pre-Sophie and do a Boot Camp class periodically, but all those classes are right after work and harder to fit in to my schedule these days. My BFF and I started going to Bikram Yoga two to three times a week about six weeks ago. We usually go at 7:30, which allows me to get home, help Sophie with pre-K homework (don't get me started), and get her something to eat. Each Bikram class is 90 minutes and we sweat and sweat and twist ourselves like pretzels and it is so hard, because I am so inflexible I might as well be a plank of wood, but it's 90 minutes where I cannot be on my cell phone and no one can talk to me except the instructor telling me how to contort myself next, so I think it's good for my mental health, if nothing else.<br />
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<strong>Free time.</strong> After we get Sophie to bed (around 8:30-9) or I get home from yoga (9-9:30), I usually watch whatever's stockpiled on my DVR (<em>Castle, Modern Family, The Good Wife, Big Bang Theory, Scandal, Elementary</em>, etc.) and check Facebook and Twitter for an hour or so, then get everything (bags, clothes, etc.) ready for the next day and go to bed. <br />
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<strong>Sleep.</strong> I usually start getting ready for bed at 10 and am at least in the bed, although maybe not asleep, by 11.<br />
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So that's my typical workday...wash, rinse, and repeat. And just to give you the idea of what the rest of my week is like...<br />
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<strong>Weekends.</strong> Since I am off every Friday, I have a lot of quality time with Sophie on the weekends. We often go to lunch and to Children's Museums or playplaces or the park or some other activity on Fridays. Saturdays, Sophie has been taking soccer for over a year, but recently switched to basketball, so we enjoy watching her in her class on Saturday mornings. Some weekends, Sophie and I have playdates with my mom friends and their kids, sometimes we go out to dinner on Saturdays as a family. We spent part of a recent Sunday at a pumpkin patch enjoying some family fun! Usually though, I spend Sunday running loads and loads of laundry, getting things ready for the work week, and going to the grocery store. I am lucky to have an understanding husband, who mostly enjoys playing games on his computer anyway, and thus doesn't mind when I want to meet my BFF out for dinner and shopping or the occasional Spurs game on a Friday or Saturday. I'm also lucky to have the Grandparentals nearby, who need a Sophie fix if they haven't seen her in awhile, and occasionally keep her overnight on a weekend, which lets J and I have date nights.<br />
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So what does your workday/week usually look like? Do you ever feel like you are in a rut because of the routine or are your days/weeks different? What's your favorite day of the week? (Hands down, mine is Friday Funday!) Least favorite day? (Mine is Sunday. See: LAUNDRY.)</div>
Glam-O-Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17270241700019080204noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072387995016064865.post-61907594304576863382012-09-20T23:09:00.000-05:002012-09-20T23:09:30.795-05:00To My Daughter, SophieDear Sophie,<br />
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Right now, you are four years old. You are tall and beautiful. You are smart and funny. You are shy in certain situations and a total chatterbox in others. In other words, you are PERFECT.<br />
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I want you to know that I'm always going to love you. Nothing's ever going to change that. No matter what happens in your life, I'm here to love and support you. <br />
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When I was growing up, Nana was always there to guide me. She was, and is, my best friend. But sometimes growing up, it's hard to listen to your mother. I know, in a few short years, you may not always want to listen to me or take my advice. However, as I've grown up and become a mother to you, I've learned along the way that Nana is pretty smart. So I want to pass along to you things she taught me, and things I believe, and notes about the kind of person I'd like you to be. I'll love you no matter what, but just keep these in mind, okay?<br />
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<strong>Be kind, especially to older people.</strong><br />
Kindnesses are easily given to others and much appreciated. It's important to be kind and respectful to all people, but especially always try to be kind and show respect to older people. Both Nana and Papa have always been so respectful of their elders and I believe I've grown up to be the same. Older people are sometimes forgotten in society, but they were young once and have amazing stories to tell if you take a moment to listen.<br />
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<strong>Be a giver.</strong><br />
Nana has told me that she would rather be a giver in life, even when that giving isn't always reciprocated. She is incredibly generous of her time and talents to those in her life, especially me and you. She's someone who always considers what she can do to help a friend or family member. She sends flowers, she makes food, she runs errands for others. She lives her life with a service mentality. I try very hard to live this way in my own life, although I'm not sure I'm as good at it as she is.<br />
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<strong>Don't change yourself to keep a friend or a boyfriend in your life.</strong><br />
Nana always made me feel very confident in myself. I hope greatly that I can impart this feeling to you as you grow up and encounter challenges in life. Sometimes people will ask you to do something or go along with something you don't really want to. Trust your gut. Be yourself. If a friend is truly a friend or if a boy really likes you, they will like you just as you are and not force you to be someone you're not or do things you don't want to do to keep your relationship with them.<br />
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I spent many years as a single person, watching some of my girlfriends change their personalities with every guy they dated. It's okay to take an interest in something important to a guy you like or are dating (for example, I'd only seen one hockey game before I met your Dad); it's another thing to change your personality from one extreme to the next to try to make something work (it's not like I took up playing hockey and watching every game and only talking about hockey when we started dating LOL).<br />
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Daddy would tell you that I'm telling a story here and that I actually did a lot of hiking with him when we were dating and first married and I do not hike now, and that's kind of true, but we had a lot more free time TO hike back then than we do now. And I still hike occasionally!<br />
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<strong>Make special occasions special.</strong><br />
Even when I was little and we didn't have a lot of disposable income, Nana always tried to make special occasions special. She's big and possibly over the top on Christmas and Easter and birthdays now, as you know, but she has always made things special even when money was scarce. In fact, Nana told me that as a girl she used to wrap empty boxes and put them under the Christmas tree just to make the tree look pretty at Christmas. This story simultaneously breaks my heart, thinking of her growing up with so little (growing up poor as one of 10 children), and makes me totally indulge all the ways in which she goes over the top at Christmas now, because she deserves it.<br />
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Some of my favorite memories of "special" occasions with Nana are simple things. When I was 10, we went camping in the Rocky Mountains. One afternoon, Nana packed up an awesome picnic lunch and we took it out into the middle of a meadow in the mountains and ate it. Nana is kind of famous for making the day special with picnic lunches. Remember when we celebrated Fourth of July at Blanco State Park last year and I made a picnic lunch (like actually cooked things for it?!). Well, you definitely have Nana to thank for that.<br />
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When you were three weeks old, Daddy had gone back to work and I was home alone with you, sleep-deprived and in desperate need of a few minutes to shower. Nana came over one day and not only took care of you so I could shower, but brought all the makings of a lovely tea for us to enjoy. And not just the food...the serving dishes for the tea and soup and desserts. She set the table so lovely, as if it was tea for the Queen! I felt clean and refreshed after my shower, and you in your bouncy chair, me with my freshly washed hair, and Nana, enjoyed a lovely tea together. Just a random weekday that she made feel special.<br />
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I hope someday you remember days and events that Nana and I made special for you and you carry this forward in your own life with your own child(ren).<br />
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<strong>Stay clear of tanning, tattoos, and crazy piercings.</strong><br />
You only get one body in this life and I hope you are kind to it. For me, I wish I had listened more closely to Nana when she tried to get me to wear sunscreen as a child, because today I look at the freckles and age spots on my chest and hands and wish I could take them all back.<br />
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You have GORGEOUS skin right now, Pumpkin, and I am trying to do what I can to keep it that way. Luckily, you accept sunblock graciously most of the time. As you get older, you may find you want tanner skin than you have naturally. If you must tan, SPRAY TAN ONLY. I spray tan occasionally, mostly around big life events. The rest of the time I don't worry about it much. These days, I admire naturally pale women and YOU and wish I had your porcelain skin. I've never used a tanning bed and you shouldn't either. Growing up on a farm, Papa has had several skin cancers removed and I get my skin checked regularly. If I can leave you with one beauty tip in life, let it be this: TAKE CARE OF YOUR SKIN.<br />
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Oh, and um, please don't get any tattoos or crazy piercings. (One set in the ears is OK...I once had two-not worth it). Tattoos (and piercings) seem to be more accepted and prevalent in society these days, but I just can't get behind them. Nana kind of raised me with the belief that classy southern women don't get tattoos. Yes, this sounds judgmental and, well, I guess it is. Mostly, I just think there's not much I'd want to put on my body for my whole life. Maybe your name or your initials, but that's it! Not even Daddy makes the cut there-just you. And your skin and your body change so much that something that might look good at first, might not look great later. <br />
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However, if you someday feel really strongly about getting a tattoo or piercing something, please talk to me first and I PROMISE to try and have an open mind about it and I will go with you to get it. Maybe you can just do it somewhere on your body that isn't quite so visible to others, just for me? Please at least give me that! :)<br />
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<strong></strong><strong>Don't drink and drive. Ever. Mostly, don't drink.</strong><br />
Nana's father was an alcoholic. His addiction was this horrible secret in her life until he abandoned their family before her senior year of high school. Five years later, he committed suicide. I never knew him, but through what she shared with me about him, I knew what his addiction did to her. Nana never drank when I was growing up and neither did Papa. They still don't, champagne toasts at weddings aside.<br />
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Out of respect for Nana and all she had been through, I never drank alcohol in high school. Ever. I went to parties and drank soda. I was the designated driver for all my friends. I didn't care what they thought of me, I did it so she would never worry. I did the same in college. I was infamous for my non-drinking. I never drank until I was legal to do so. I spent some of my single years drinking socially in bars and clubs, but my friends and I always took turns being the designated driver. <br />
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Since I've had you, I rarely drink at all. And I don't miss it. Drinking isn't that exciting to me. It usually gives me a headache anyway. I hope you will feel the same. I hope you will have the courage to be different and not drink just because "everyone else is doing it." But I won't be mad at you IF you do it. I'll only be mad at you if you don't call me to come pick you up! I'll only be mad at you if you drive drunk or get in a car with a driver who is drunk. SO CALL ME, OKAY?!<br />
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<strong>Along these lines, just say no to smoking and drugs also. Just say no</strong>. <br />
Smoking will kill you if you do it long enough. You know how I give you what I call "Hard Sugar"? Where I kiss you really hard on the cheek and you giggle and ask me to do it again? Well, my favorite uncle, Nana's brother, my Uncle Red, always gave me "Hard Sugar" when I was little. Giving it to you now is one way I remember him and honor his memory. He was a lifelong smoker. When I was 19, he died of lung cancer caused by smoking, way too young. The entire summer before he died, he stayed with us while he was undergoing cancer treatment. He was in so much pain, he couldn't breathe laying down and slept sitting up, and it was so, so awful. It broke my heart. Please don't ever, even for one minute, smoke a cigarette. <br />
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As for drugs, re-read what I said about alcohol above and just know that any momentary high one experiences on drugs cannot compensate for all the awful lows that addiction, out-of-control behavior, and an expensive habit automatically bring. Drugs destroy lives, so just say no.<br />
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<strong>Love yourself.</strong><br />
This can be very hard to do, especially as a woman in a society focused on outer beauty. Are there things I would change about myself if I could? Sure. I'd have smaller feet, a straighter nose, and a flatter stomach. In reality though, my big feet support how tall I am, which is one of my best traits-I love being tall! If my nose was straighter, I might not look like myself anymore, like Jennifer Grey post-<em>Dirty Dancing</em> (we'll watch this movie together when you are older). If my stomach were flatter, well, it would probably mean you didn't exist, and although it is often the bane of my existence (mostly when I see it in photos), my poochy stomach is a badge of motherhood and it is a badge I wear proudly because I fought a hard battle to earn it and bring you into this world.<br />
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In high school, I weighed 112 pounds and thought I had big hips. I wish I could go back in time and shake 1989-1991-me and make her realize how lucky she was to be so thin without any effort. When Nana looks at pictures of herself as a young girl, she now realizes she was beautiful in a way she never did at the time. I look at you and think you are perfect. You are going to be so tall and you have the most beautiful coloring and eyelashes a mile long. I cannot imagine you will ever need to wear makeup you are so naturally lovely. So love yourself, try not to compare yourself to others, and appreciate even what you think are your imperfections-they are what make you my Sophie.<br />
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My darling daughter, I love you so much. I hope that as you grow up, you and I have the type of mother-daughter relationship and friendship that I have with Nana. I hope you will always want to tell me your stories and share with me your secrets and dreams. I hope you will call me, often, for whatever reason, just because.<br />
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Glam-O-Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17270241700019080204noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072387995016064865.post-12360323428995373022012-05-19T21:39:00.002-05:002012-05-19T22:06:28.825-05:00Adventures on the RoadOur vacation to go to my cousin's wedding turned out amazing. We had so much fun.<br />
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This was our first real road trip with Sophie. Prior to this, we'd only driven 2.5 hours to Corpus Christi with her and flown everywhere else. This was driving from San Antonio, Texas, to Crestview, Florida, which is a good 12-14 hours. AND Sophie was newly potty trained, so we had no idea what to expect. However, Sophie did not have any accidents on our trip and, best of all, every place we stopped was an exciting adventure for her.<br />
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<em><span style="font-size: x-small;">Carseat, oversized sunglasses, princess blanket...just how I roll.</span></em></div>
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We left out at 6:15 a.m. and drove across town to beat San Antonio rush hour traffic, then stopped to have breakfast tacos at Taco Cabana. Sophie was excited for tacos and excited to point out all the suns on the wall! She was excited to go potty!<br />
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Then, we drove over halfway to Houston and stopped for gas in Weimar, Texas. When we walked in the door, the convenience store had a bull that you could ride for $1, so after we went potty, Sophie rode it and loved it!<br />
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At truck stops, she marveled at the big scales you could weigh yourself on in the restrooms. She pointed out when we were shown on the security camera TVs-"We're on TV, Mommy!" She napped a little and watched videos and played games on her Fisher-Price iXL while we drove. She never complained once. What normally would've been a long, ho-hum drive was actually fun since we saw it through her eyes. :)<br />
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We stopped in Biloxi, Mississippi, and spent the night at one of my favorite casinos, the Beau Rivage. When we went down to have dinner, Sophie saw all the slot machines and wanted to play. I told her those were "Big Girl Games." After a delicious meal, I went to play slots and J took Sophie to the Kiddie Arcade, aka the "Little Girl Games."<br />
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Amazingly, after losing almost $80 on quarter slots, I hit it big and won $1350 on one of them! It was so exciting! I've never won that big before. When I went back up to the room, I told Sophie, "I won at the Big Girl Games!" Sophie ran and got some little plastic fish and a ball and said "I won at Little Girl Games, Mommy!" LOL. We were all winners!<br />
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The next morning we went for a swim in the beautiful pool and looked out over the ocean, then got dressed and checked out. We headed to Mobile, Alabama, about 30 minutes away, to meet my cousin Cindy for lunch. It was great to see her and catch up. Then, we drove on through Mobile ("We're in a tunnel, Mommy!") and Pensacola, Florida, and finally arrived at our destination: Crestview.<br />
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Several of my cousins and aunts and uncles live in Crestview, but the wedding was actually taking place in a little town called Florala, Alabama, which is 25 miles north. It's where my parents grew up and I'm related to most of the town on one side or the other by marriage. The only place to stay in Florala is a bed and breakfast, but that is where my cousin Caitlin was having the reception and her wedding party was staying there, so we had to drive back and forth from Crestview everyday.<br />
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After checking in to our hotel, we drove up to Florala and checked on my dad and uncles who were putting up lights for the outdoor reception at the B&B. Then, we drove to my grandparents' farm to see my mom and aunts and the bride and her sister, who were working on wedding decor. Then, we drove back down to Crestview to have dinner at my uncle's house. <br />
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The next day, J and I had planned to take Sophie down to the beach in Ft. Walton, 25 miles south. I was born there and the beaches there are some of the prettiest in the world, but I can hardly ever break away to go when we visit. My cousin's wife, Ashley, and her four-year-old niece Kelsey, ended up coming with us, and actually directed us to the exact stretch of my beach my parents always brought me to when I was Sophie's age.<br />
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<em><span style="font-size: x-small;">Nothing like the white sand beaches of Ft. Walton. I played here at Sophie's age.</span></em></div>
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After our fun beach excursion, we drove back up to the farm for dinner. It was fun to see Sophie playing and running around and enjoying the farm. I only wish my grandparents were alive to see it. She's more of a farm girl than I ever was, for sure. :)<br />
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<em><span style="font-size: x-small;">Sophie runs around on the farm her Papa grew up on in Alabama.</span></em></div>
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<em><span style="font-size: x-small;">My grandparents would've loved to see her enjoying the farm so much!</span></em></div>
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The next day, Sophie and J stayed at the hotel to swim and hang out, while I headed up to the farm to help prepare wedding decorations. My aunt does interior decorating as part of her job, so she literally made every flower arrangement, bouquet, corsage, and table decoration, with our family's help! It was A LOT of work, and I remember now why I paid someone to do all that FOR me, but it turned out beautiful. And it was fun to hang out with my cousins, my aunts and uncles, and my mom and dad and work on all of that together.<br />
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That night, we attended the wedding rehearsal. Sophie and her fellow flower girl Zoey followed directions well, but got a little bored standing up front while everyone worked out the ceremony details, so they began swinging their flower girl buckets around a little, much to my chagrin. However, when I tried to tell Sophie to please stop, my aunt, the mother of the bride, told me to let the girls do whatever they wanted to...swing their buckets, sit down, whatever. It would be cute no matter what.<br />
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Finally, the big day came. Sophie and I had to be up at the B&B at 2 p.m. to get her hair done. The wedding didn't start till 6. I was a little worried about keeping her entertained and out of trouble for four hours, especially when the lake and a playground were just down the hill from where we would be. <br />
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<em><span style="font-size: x-small;">Getting her hair done. This was the first time she had ever had her hair curled, <br />a fact my cousins, former child pageant girls, couldn't believe!</span></em></div>
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I needn't have worried. Sophie was in the zone-very focused on her flower girl role! She played games while the stylist did her hair and then hung out in the B&B, either playing games or going with me to check on my cousin Caitlin's progress and see her in her dress. I ended up running around doing things for Caitlin and Kenna, her sister who was the Maid of Honor, or my aunt. Everyone was impressed with how well behaved Sophie was-frankly I was pretty impressed LOL.</div>
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<em><span style="font-size: x-small;">Waiting to go down the aisle.</span></em></div>
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At 5:20, we got her into her dress and at 5:40, we crossed over to the church. I thought Sophie would run to J and my parents when she saw them seated in the church, but she merely waved and said, "Hi Daddy! Hi Nana and Papa!" and continued to her spot on the side of the church. In. The. Zone.<br />
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She waited patiently and then, when it was time, went sweetly down the aisle throwing flower petals like a pro. She got into place by Kenna and Zoey and quietly stood there holding her bucket for the first few minutes of the service, looking out at all the people who just a few months before would've made her cry from shyness.<br />
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And then, probably getting a little bored, she began to swing her bucket. One of the bridesmaids, thinking she would nip that in the bud, reached out and grabbed the bucket mid-swing, and attempted to take it away from her. In the audience, J and I froze and silently freaked, "Girl, what are you doing? If you get the bucket away from her, she will cry and ruin the wedding!"<br />
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Never fear...Sophie just looked at the girl and tugged the bucket back away from the bridesmaid without making a sound. The audience, made up of mostly our relatives, burst into laughter, totally on Sophie's side of the debacle. The bridesmaid turned red, completely embarrassed. I felt sorry for her. Sophie didn't swing her bucket again and kept one eye on that girl for the rest of the ceremony!<br />
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Zoey, the other flower girl, had her own moment of levity when she kept patting a pillar standing up behind them and knocked it over! Kenna caught it and had to stand it back up while everyone laughed. Then, Zoey sidled right up to Sophie and began pulling feathers off her dress. Sophie just stood there and looked at her silently and bore up well, considering she was besieged on all sides LOL.<br />
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The moral of the story is, don't have little kids in your wedding if you want all the attention on you. :)<br />
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Now that Sophie had performed her job beautifully, I could finally relax and enjoy myself (being the mother of the flower girl is kind of stressful!). We headed back to the B&B and spent the next three hours dancing up a storm! Sophie stayed out on the floor dancing with J, me, my parents, and trying to do all the line dances and everything!<br />
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<em><span style="font-size: x-small;">J, Sophie, and me get the party started!</span></em></div>
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<em><span style="font-size: x-small;">Boogie-ing with my little dancing queen!</span></em></div>
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The next day, we began the drive home. We drove all the way to Lake Charles, Louisiana, and spent the night at another fun casino, the L'Auberge du Lac. Sophie and I spent an hour at the gorgeous pool, and Sophie kept showing me her new dance moves in the shallow end until the pool closed for the night. J got her ready for bed while I stole off to the casino for a little bit (good thing I don't live close to any casinos or I might have a problem LOL), My lucky streak continued-I won $283 on quarter slots, only investing $40 to do so.<br />
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We arrived home safely the next day. The entire trip went better than I expected at every turn, especially Sophie's performance as flower girl in the wedding! Sophie continued her trend of growing up and showing us new sides of herself on every trip we take. I look forward to more adventures on the road with her and J in the future.<br />
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What has been the best road trip you've taken with your kids?Glam-O-Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17270241700019080204noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072387995016064865.post-14693416470909632132012-03-28T21:33:00.014-05:002012-03-28T22:15:52.053-05:00Sophie in BloomEverything is in bloom right now in Texas-bluebonnets, Indian paintbrush, and other spring wildflowers, bright green grass, and my daughter Sophie.<br />
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Sophie's always been a pretty reserved baby and child, much like my VERY reserved Canadian husband, J. While she talks at home, when confronted with a stranger in public asking her questions, Sophie's the kid who doesn't answer. And this is kind of okay with me on the stranger-danger front, but as a person who is a people-pleaser by nature, I find myself answering FOR her and excusing her silence with the comment "She's a little shy!" Which I know is bad and I shouldn't make excuses for her and call her shy-it's OK and that's just her personality. But the people-pleaser in me can't help myself sometimes.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUbSbmNBvS8qysNQwwUM8nz7xbxQw24JCEyeXjL5_sU_vV27x9BQWoR3dVFh-8RN4Eor-AxyUpJsvvCieBiuyElKvjKz0FNC_UVFtvJqxJpcJC3j6qM1NZBJpUUPfR_k0w4R7Xv5Rna-A/s1600/Tea+Garden.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUbSbmNBvS8qysNQwwUM8nz7xbxQw24JCEyeXjL5_sU_vV27x9BQWoR3dVFh-8RN4Eor-AxyUpJsvvCieBiuyElKvjKz0FNC_UVFtvJqxJpcJC3j6qM1NZBJpUUPfR_k0w4R7Xv5Rna-A/s320/Tea+Garden.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-size: x-small;">At the Japanese Tea Garden, one of my favorite spots in San Antonio</span></em></div><br />
At day school, her teacher has worried about Sophie all year, because Sophie never talks in class. She always knows the answers, does pretty much everything she's asked to do, and is generally well behaved, but she's quiet as a mouse.<br />
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Any time when she's not quiet is generally because she is uncomfortable in a new situation and full-on freaks out for the world to see. She cried every week the first six weeks she was in soccer class. In December, she freaked out at her dance recital and couldn't bring herself to dance with her class ("Mommy, everyone was LOOKING AT ME!"). In fact, she <a href="http://glam-o-mommy.blogspot.com/2011/09/3rd-birthday-farm-fiesta.html" target="_blank">freaked out at her own birthday party last year</a> among all her friends when she realized everyone was looking at her during the birthday song!<br />
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BUT! A change has come over Sophie in the past few months and it is amazing and delightful to witness.<br />
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She is talking more and more to her teacher in class, and not just talking-talking without being prompted BY the teacher to talk. She's also talking more in public, even to people she does not know. Now, when a lady in Target compliments how cute she is and asks her how old she is, she readily volunteers her age, complete with three fingers held up for the lady to see. This never used to happen! <br />
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Monday, at the doctor's office, Sophie told the nurse her age without even being asked. Then, when the doctor came in, she informed the doctor that her ear was bothering her, totally unprompted. She chatted away with the audiologist giving her a hearing test about the stuffed animals making noises during the test.<br />
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In soccer, she is now completely confident in her skills and does every single part of class without getting upset or melting down. She's often the first to score a goal! Unlike most of the other kids in class, she no longer needs us to be on the field to help her during class, we only have to be nearby so she can high-five us when she does something well!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHK2a9FHyBvXUtp88PrnKUA-3jGryIaMksWDLBZn3n50xYyL1FikbcPPeJvKWg-I3jwmSvRVL52zP7-Z2uIH52a_XRhIR8xWTvZKujoO7qXlOPQTTtL0zNoVxM5GbUBZ_DMQ-KbL-emxo/s1600/Balloon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHK2a9FHyBvXUtp88PrnKUA-3jGryIaMksWDLBZn3n50xYyL1FikbcPPeJvKWg-I3jwmSvRVL52zP7-Z2uIH52a_XRhIR8xWTvZKujoO7qXlOPQTTtL0zNoVxM5GbUBZ_DMQ-KbL-emxo/s320/Balloon.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-size: x-small;">A reward from her teacher! Potty training is almost at an end for us! SO PROUD!</span></em></div><br />
And y'all, to top it all off, in the last two weeks, not only did she finally begin going poop on the potty and doing it consistently (after several months of peeing on the potty only), she began GOING TO THE POTTY WITHOUT ANY PROMPTING FROM ME. Now, she just goes to the potty. On her own. When she needs to. Without me reminding her. OK, I still remind her occasionally, because I am trained to at this point, but she's going when the mood strikes her and not having accidents. THIS IS FABULOUS.<br />
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Now we just need to work on getting rid of the overnight diaper, but this is HEAVEN compared to the HELL potty training has wreaked on our life for the better part of the last two years (take note, Moms, don't start too early like I did!).<br />
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As a mother, I've just been so blown away with how she has bloomed into this tall, confident, sweet, funny, independent, polite little girl in the last few months. She climbs in and out of the car and car seat on her own. She eats without getting it all over herself. She talks and talks and talks. She says "No thank you" politely when you ask her if she needs help with something. And then does it herself! She lets me help her get dressed in the morning and do her hair without ANY fuss. She is a far cry from the tantrum-y two-year-old of last year.<br />
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She loves things that sparkle, just like her Mama.</span></em></div><br />
Another change is even more wonderful for me. Sophie, who has always been a complete Daddy's girl, practically J's shadow, who always wants Daddy for everything, has now turned her favor to me.<br />
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We've always had our Friday Fundays together when I'm off work, and she's always been all about me on those days. But any other day or moment when Daddy is around, it's always been all about him. "I want Daddy to do it! I want to sit by Daddy! I want to go with Daddy!"<br />
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Now, the tide has turned. She still loves J and probably still loves him best LOL, but I'm the one she wants. "I want Mommy to do it! I want to sit by Mommy! I want to go with Mommy!" I think this change has a lot to do with the fact that J moved offices recently. Now, instead of him taking her to school and me picking her up, as we've done for years, he's working 25 minutes away, so I take and pick her up from school every day. She's spending more time with me and I'm the one who's there more, so I'm the one she wants. And I love it!<br />
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On April 14th, Sophie's going to be a flower girl in my cousin's wedding. When I asked her if she wanted to do it last fall, Sophie said yes and has been really excited about it, but based on how she reacted to the dance recital and other situations, I was terrified about how she was going to do.<br />
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although I think she looks beautiful in it. My cousin is a former pageant girl, <br />
so I wasn't surprised the dress she chose was, um, over the top. Sophie loves it!</span></em></div><br />
Now though, I'm excited, because Sophie has been in bloom all spring and walking down the aisle as a flower girl seems like an appropriate way to cap off this wonderful season. No matter WHAT happens at the wedding, I'm so proud of her and I love her so, so much.Glam-O-Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17270241700019080204noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072387995016064865.post-26296686649924999122012-01-29T21:09:00.000-06:002012-01-29T21:09:17.847-06:00At Disney, Dreams Really Do Come TrueI love Disney World. As a kid, I used to daydream that I lived in Disney World. I would ride all the rides during the day and by night I'd sleep in Cinderella's Castle. Occasionally, I would camp out in the Swiss Family Robinson Treehouse or on Tom Sawyer's Island.<br />
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So, it was a no-brainer to want to take Sophie to Disney World. I hadn't been myself since 1994. To make it even more fun, I thought the Grandparentals could come with us and we could combine the trip with a Thanksgiving visit to my mom's sister, my favorite aunt, who is now disabled and unable to travel.<br />
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<strong>Disney Highlights:</strong><br />
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Sophie loved the bus rides as much as anything else! Here she is with the Grandparentals.</span></em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-size: x-small;"></span></em><br />
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Sophie loved the bubbles the Disney folks were blowing for fun!</span></em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Eating dinner at Cinderella's Castle was the fulfillment of the dreams I had of living in the castle as a little girl, but the experience was made even more amazing by how much Sophie loved it. It was worth every penny we spent...everyone there was so nice to us, the princesses were so sweet to my shy, starstruck little princess, the food was amazing, the pictures turned out wonderful...I just can't say enough good things about it. And Sophie still talks about it, so I hope that it's a memory she treasures forever. I know I will.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Overall, I think the trip was fantastic...we had some moments where we all had different ideas about what we wanted to do and everyone got on each other's nerves a little in the interminable waiting in line for rides, but despite that, our party of five had a really great time!</div><br />
After we finished up at Disney, J and I took a side trip over to the Wizarding World of Harry Potter, which was super fun and deserves its own post, and then we all headed to my aunt's house to spend a few days with her and celebrate Thanksgiving, which was wonderful. <br />
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I'm so glad we did this trip when Sophie was this age. It was the perfect combination of Disney magic and family together time!<br />
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What are your favorite things to do at Disney World?Glam-O-Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17270241700019080204noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072387995016064865.post-24703496113803366032012-01-12T21:29:00.000-06:002012-01-12T21:29:51.994-06:00How Do You Know When You’re Done?<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">This is a question I’m asking myself a lot lately in relation to having children, because I am pondering taking steps toward permanent birth control.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">I love being an only child. I don’t feel I missed out by not having siblings. I have a very close, very loving relationship with my parents. Growing up, I got to take dance classes, piano lessons, and fun summer programs, and go to a great university. Our family was firmly lower middle class, so if I’d had additional siblings, these things probably wouldn’t have been possible.</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Given my background, I really only ever wanted to have one child. And J was good with having just one as well. Other than moments of desperation during our infertility battle when we would’ve happily taken quintuplets if that’s what we were blessed with, and my one bout of <a href="http://glam-o-mommy.blogspot.com/2010/04/another-baby.html" target="_blank">serious babyfever</a> when Sophie was 18 months old, we’ve both been completely grateful to have Sophie and, at the same time, completely in agreement that we were one and done.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Sophie is an amazing kid. She has traveled with us to several states and two other countries in her short life. I’ve already got her in ballet, tap, and soccer, and life is SO GOOD. We are so blessed.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">I really, deep down in my heart, know with 100 percent certainty that I don’t want to have another child. I don’t. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Our life is busy, our house is always messy, and I had to go part-time just to feel like I had a handle on things after Sophie was born. And I’ve adjusted to it and I love it (other than the messiness of my house) because of all the wonderful moments in those crazy days with my little girl, when she’s talking to me about her day or playing princesses or dancing alongside me to Just Dance 3 on the Wii. I just can’t see adding another child and more craziness and more stress to my life. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">And I’m certainly done with fertility drugs and <a href="http://glam-o-mommy.blogspot.com/2010/04/baby-making-in-infertile-world-not-glam.html" target="_blank">infertility treatments</a>. NEVER AGAIN. I’m pretty sure seven months of fertility drugs did a number on my body that continues to this day and I have no desire to put myself at further risk physically or emotionally.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">So, considering that I AM infertile, why am I even considering permanent birth control? Do I really have to worry about that?</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Yes, because it would be my luck to have a fluke cycle where I randomly got pregnant despite my infertility. It has happened to people I know. And while if it happened, I’d consider that God’s will and proceed forth in life as a mother of two, I don’t really want to leave things to chance.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">The bigger reason I am considering permanent birth control is simple. I’m tired of having a period.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">As a teenager, I had horrible periods (probably caused in part by an undiagnosed thyroid condition) where I bled for a month straight or every other week. All the time. It was traumatizing, until I was 17 and my mother took me to an OB/Gyn, Dr. F, who put me on the pill. Suddenly, I had simple, three-day periods, once a month like clockwork. I stayed on that pill for 16 years, until J and I decided to start trying for a baby when I was 33.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">I was pleasantly surprised to discover that pill-free, my period only lasted an extra day and was still pretty regular. Then, six months later, I was UNpleasantly surprised to find out I wasn’t even ovulating and couldn’t get pregnant, so what was I doing with a period every month anyway?!</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Then, we finally had <a href="http://glam-o-mommy.blogspot.com/2011/08/three.html" target="_blank">Sophie</a> (who was delivered by Dr. F-I find someone I like, I stay with them!). When my periods returned post-pregnancy, they were much heavier, crampier, and longer. The pill no longer worked for me and I had lots of breakthrough bleeding, so I stopped taking it. This last year, my periods started coming closer and closer together, so I was basically bleeding every third week. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">I really feel like my quality of life is suffering. I’m exhausted, probably a little anemic, and uncomfortable, more than I’m not at this point.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Researching my options, I discovered something called ablation, where they laser off the uterine lining and you no longer have a period. You usually have to do something else along with ablation, such as your husband having a vasectomy (not likely) or having your tubes tied (more likely for me), because if you did get pregnant after having ablation, the egg wouldn’t have anywhere to implant and it would be a bad, guilt-inducing situation.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">So, I visited Dr. F, explained the situation, and waited to see what he recommended. I didn’t mention anything about ablation-I wanted to see if he brought it up as an option. I did tell him that my ever-closer periods, plus a laundry list of other symptoms meant I was going into early menopause. Ha! </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">He told me I was NOT going into early menopause (not sure I believe him), didn’t mention ablation as an option, but thought the reason my periods are coming closer together is because my eggs, which were so awesome and viable just three years ago (it’s the only fertility test I passed with flying colors-I had good eggs, they just didn’t GO anywhere to make me pregnant!), are now aging and unable to last a full cycle. Thus, closer-together periods.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">He actually said, “Well, if you were trying to get pregnant now, you’d need a lot of help.” Um, hello, I needed a lot of help the first time when my eggs were GREAT!</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">He recommended I go back on a very low-dose version of the pill that would sort of smooth things out hormonally and help the eggs hang on longer, thus spacing my periods back out some. Great! A solution that’s not so drastic, I thought.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">I started the new pill at the end of my period on a Sunday. Six days later, OUR FIRST DAY AT DISNEY WORLD, I began bleeding again. Heavily. And I bled for the rest of the trip, until I finally stopped taking the pill. Two periods in three weeks. ARGH. No more pill for me.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Then, last month, pill-free, I had a few days where my cycle ran long and I hadn’t started bleeding, and I was like, “What if I am pregnant?!” and I was in a complete panic. I really didn’t want to be pregnant and I was so relieved when my period finally came and I knew I wasn’t.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">So, now I’m back to considering talking to Dr. F about more drastic measures like ablation and tube-tying, but I’m having a hard time with it. Because even though I know I truly don’t want to have another baby, it is so hard for me to take a step that will make it COMPLETELY impossible. To close that door forever.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">As an infertile person, I spent a lot of time praying to God because I wanted a baby more than anything in the world. I’m so lucky to have a beautiful, healthy child and I’m completely happy, grateful, and fulfilled as a mother of one. Even though I really don’t want another baby, it still feels too hard to personally take an action to end my childbearing ability forever. Even if it is probably already gone on its own anyway (see: AGING EGGS).</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">So, I’m just waiting and thinking. And giving it more time. And hoping that I can be at peace with whatever decision I ultimately make. If anyone else has thought about this or done this, I’d love to hear your thoughts.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span>Glam-O-Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17270241700019080204noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072387995016064865.post-7235195834394351332012-01-09T22:57:00.000-06:002012-01-09T22:57:48.483-06:00Say My Name, Say My Name<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ever since I started this blog almost two years ago, I've referred to myself as Glam-O-Mommy, my daughter as S, and my husband as J.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I did this because I wasn't really sure what I was getting myself into and being anonymous seemed like a safe choice. My husband preferred that I keep things anonymous...he's a very private person and doesn't even like knowing that I share our life so openly on Facebook. Also, I really wanted this to be a place where I could write privately from my "in-real-life friends" and just write whatever I think without having to filter my thoughts.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">All this time later though, I find I really want to come out of the anonymous closet. I want to use my first name and my daughter's first name. Through this blog and Twitter, I've made some terrific internet friends and I know their names and their kids' names and it seems weird to keep carrying on anonymously.</span> </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I will say that everything I've written on my blog to this point is absolutely true and my real life with just names changed, but now I'm going to just say my name, say my name (sorry-Beyonce on the brain).</span><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Hi, I'm Sonya aka Glam-O-Mommy.</span></em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Hi. I'm Sonya, aka Glam-O-Mommy. I am indeed 38 and a working mother of one who went through seven months of hellish fertility drugs and two rounds of IUI to get pregnant with my miracle baby</span>.</span> </span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx6GRW_SGueIrYGUMc4iKDuzE1fSgdToMW0iMDnUmcYfJPwCfT-CLtpfFtwoKtKK3WM-Pe7gyzOTuGzHA7OyrohRrKDei0tGMqYzCsl-MA9RcdLCQjeoRvWru_o9SerPNQ7NEaN0oT3A0/s1600/Sophie-Nutcracker.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx6GRW_SGueIrYGUMc4iKDuzE1fSgdToMW0iMDnUmcYfJPwCfT-CLtpfFtwoKtKK3WM-Pe7gyzOTuGzHA7OyrohRrKDei0tGMqYzCsl-MA9RcdLCQjeoRvWru_o9SerPNQ7NEaN0oT3A0/s320/Sophie-Nutcracker.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">This is Sophie.</span></em></div><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The miracle baby's name is Sophie and she is the smartest, funniest, prettiest, tallest three-year-old who isn't completely potty-trained (still!) I know.</span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm going to continue to refer to my Canadian, IT-guy husband by his first initial J, just for him.</span></div><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sonya and Sophie...pretty cute names for a mother-daughter duo, right? :) Both of our names are derived from the Greek "Sophia" and mean "wisdom." Sonya is the Russian derivation and Sophie is the French derivation. When we found out we were having a girl, J wanted both of us to have "S" names. He is part French-Canadian, and I love all things French, so Sophie was an easy choice.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So, there you have it, internet. Feel free to say my name anytime, and I hope you come back soon. I'm going to try and blog more regularly in 2012!</span>Glam-O-Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17270241700019080204noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072387995016064865.post-42606686390946710232011-11-06T22:31:00.000-06:002011-11-06T22:31:13.392-06:00Glam-O-UpdateThis has been a crazy fall. Over and over again, I have an idea for a blog, then time passes and I can't seem to find time to stop and write. So here is an update on all the random things that have happened in the last two months or that I wanted to post about recently.<br />
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<strong>1. Goodbye, Paci.</strong><br />
S turned three at the end of August, so I knew the time had come that we absolutely had to take away the paci. We considered doing it last year, but thought we would wait until she was potty trained (ha ha). Since that is an ongoing process, we decided to do it in late September when we had a week off from work and could afford a few sleepless nights. We had already limited her use of it to her room at night only several months ago.<br />
In the last few weeks S had with the paci, I was really emotional. S took to the paci from day one and it always soothed her so well and calmed her down immediately no matter what. I was sad to see this last vestige of her babyhood going away, but I was also really sad that I knew it was coming and she didn't. The last two days she had with the paci I got teary watching her sleep with it.<br />
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We got rid of it in an interesting way. The last month we hid all the pacis except one that had a sea turtle on it. The week we were off, we went down to Corpus Christi to the beach and then spent the night. <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEE0mUQ0TcgsPn38D97n86BW6D42QOVhOriQNN4saw6bLFumVAKlkOUzffhZsDryii2upGtfBqf10UXzbR03LvihJ4ZJ8bDyIVE_pAOOQXiduv22Zg004SE3GSMlnljSDfOaetZNRfJNc/s1600/Beach+in+Corpus.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEE0mUQ0TcgsPn38D97n86BW6D42QOVhOriQNN4saw6bLFumVAKlkOUzffhZsDryii2upGtfBqf10UXzbR03LvihJ4ZJ8bDyIVE_pAOOQXiduv22Zg004SE3GSMlnljSDfOaetZNRfJNc/s320/Beach+in+Corpus.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-size: x-small;">On the beach, no idea this is her last day with the paci :(</span></em></div><br />
The next day we visited the <a href="http://www.texasstateaquarium.org/">Texas State Aquarium</a> and saw the sea turtles. All of them are injured in some way and cannot be released back in to the wild. S was fascinated by the guide's explanation of which ones were missing flippers and such. "He's missing his arm!" she said, over and over. J and I, sensing an opportunity, told S that she should give them her paci, because it would make them feel so much better. "Because they're missing their arms!" she replied. Before we left, she picked out a stuffed sea turtle to take home. <br />
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That night, when she asked for her paci at bedtime, we told her we had left it with the sea turtles to make them feel better and that she had her stuffed turtle to make her feel better. She cried, but adjusted well. She's only asked for it twice in the last six weeks. She's definitely not sleeping as well without it and there have been days J and I wished we could give it to her to help, but we've stayed strong even though we're sad.<br />
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<strong>2. Potty Training Continues.</strong><br />
S has gotten really good about going pee on the potty, but still has the occasional accident at home and at school. She still mostly refuses to poop on the potty, but did go unprompted recently. We were at a friend's house for a dinner playdate with my two mom friends and their kids. All of a sudden, the kids got quiet, so we went to check on them. They had left my friend's son's room and went into the bathroom together! When we found them, my friend pulled her four-year-old son out of the bathroom, just as S hopped off the potty totally bare butt, having just pooped on the potty, and my other friend's daughter was jumping on without flushing LOL. S doesn't want to poop on the potty, but it's cool to do it with friends? Peer pressure at work? I don't know, but it was really funny!<br />
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<strong>3. Disney!</strong><br />
We are leaving for Disney World in 10 days and I feel really unprepared. I have no idea what to pack. I feel like I have nothing to wear. And I've been working so hard and planning the trip for so long that it doesn't seem real it's 10 days away. I feel like I should be more excited? But I can't quite muster up the enthusiasm yet? What is wrong with me? DISNEY, PEOPLE! I haven't been since 1994! Come on!<br />
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<a href="http://glam-o-mommy.blogspot.com/2010/12/giving-hope.html"><strong>4. Giving Hope</strong></a><strong>.</strong><br />
Last year, I wrote about one of my sorority sisters who reached out to me after I posted something on Facebook about going through infertility. She thanked me for speaking out about my <a href="http://glam-o-mommy.blogspot.com/2010/06/hi-my-name-is-glam-o-mommy-and-im.html">infertility battle</a> and wrote <em>"now when I see your posts it also reminds me that even people who struggle with infertility can end up with a fantastic family." </em>I was incredibly touched to hear that, since I've made a point about speaking out about <a href="http://glam-o-mommy.blogspot.com/2010/06/hi-my-name-is-glam-o-mommy-and-im.html">my infertility</a> in hopes of helping to end the stigma infertile women and men feel. We wrote back and forth, sharing information and experiences for several months.<br />
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This week, she announced on Facebook that she is pregnant! I literally cried tears of joy for her and her husband. It's so wonderful to see someone else getting their miracle. She wrote me a personal note after she announced it, thanking me again for my support. I couldn't be happier for her!<br />
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<strong>5. Extracurriculars.</strong><br />
S has started two new extracurricular activities this fall. She is taking ballet and tap at her day school every Wednesday and Soccer Tots on Saturday mornings. <br />
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She took to dance right away and is very excited every Wednesday to get to wear her tutu! She loves her teacher and seems to really love dancing! And this just warms my heart, since I took 11 years of ballet, two on pointe, 11 years of tap, several years of jazz, and danced on my high school and college dance teams. Nothing would make me happier than if dance is something she loves and continues to love doing as she grows up! Don't get me wrong...I don't want to be one of those crazy Dance Moms, but I would love to share that interest with her and get to relive some of my dance years through her!<br />
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Soccer had a bit of a rocky start because the skills class requires the parents to be involved at first until the kids get comfortable. We finally figured out that if we just sit out and cheer her on, but let her do everything by herself, she follows the coach's instructions and behaves MUCH better LOL. She's doing great though and it's terrific exercise, so we are signing her up for the next session and will probably keep with it for awhile!<br />
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<strong>6. High School Reunion.</strong><br />
My 20-year high school reunion was at the beginning of October. I kind of dreaded it beforehand, but it ended up being SO MUCH FUN. I think the reason I liked it was that it was better than the 10-year. At the 10-year, everyone was focused on what they had and what they were doing. At the 20, people were just genuinely excited to see each other and see everyone's kids and it was awesome!<br />
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Another reason it was fun was because instead of dragging my poor husband who didn't know anyone and would've been miserable to the banquet, I went with two of my girlfriends from high school. One is getting divorced and didn't want to go alone and the other's husband was like mine and wouldn't know anyone, so we went together! And driving around before and after, reminiscing, and dancing at the event really felt like old times, as if 20 years had not passed!<br />
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Then, the following day, we had a big reunion picnic, so I brought J and S to that and introduced them to everyone. It was neat to see S playing with the daughter of one of my friends from junior high!<br />
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<strong>7. The Best Halloween.</strong><br />
This was S's fourth Halloween, but definitely the best so far. The first year, she was eight weeks old, and I dressed her in a furry pumpkin onesie and worried that she was hot all night since it was 95 degrees. <br />
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The next year, at age one, she was a cute Tinkerbell, but was so cranky she only wore the costume long enough for me to take pictures and did not go to any houses. (Also? Still 95 degrees!) <br />
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Last year, she went as sort of a bee fairy. She was cranky about putting on the costume and only made it to three houses before she had a complete meltdown and the night was over. And it was 95 degrees.<br />
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<em><span style="font-size: x-small;">Bee Fairy, Halloween 2010</span></em></div><br />
This year, S decided she wanted to be Cinderella. I got the full Disney costume, since we are going to have dinner with Cinderella at the castle during our Disney visit, so she can wear it again. She tried it on a few days before Halloween and was SO excited! "I'm a princess, Mommy! Like Cinderella! I'm so pretty!" she said. So adorable!<br />
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Halloween night, she came home from school and wanted to immediately put on the costume! And when she realized people would give her candy at each house, she was all about trick or treating. We went all the way around the block, hit about 16 houses, and had so much fun! She didn't meltdown or fuss once. Everyone thought she was so sweet! And it was actually only 75 degrees, which was AWESOME.<br />
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</div>So there you have it...my fall, abridged version. How was yours? I hope you all have a happy Thanksgiving and I will try to post a Disney vacation update after we return! If you have any Disney travel tips for me, please share. I definitely need them!Glam-O-Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17270241700019080204noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072387995016064865.post-47071364047284659712011-10-04T23:12:00.001-05:002011-10-04T23:22:53.354-05:00Ten on TuesdayI thought I would take a moment to do Ten on Tuesday! Thanks to Chelsea over at <a href="http://rootsandrings.com/2011/10/ten-on-tuesday-100/">Roots and Rings</a> for hosting and providing the questions!<br />
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<strong>1. How do you take your coffee?</strong><br />
I don't. My regular Starbucks order is a Grande Peppermint Hot Chocolate. However, Coke is my real coffee. I drink it every day!<br />
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<strong>2. Do you prefer soft or crispy chocolate chip cookies?</strong><br />
I prefer chewy and warm chocolate chip cookies. Or better yet, I can be happy just eating the dough straight out of the package before I get around to baking any.<br />
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<strong>3. Do you wear a belt everyday?</strong><br />
I haven't worn a belt since I graduated from college, not even with jeans. Post-baby especially, I am attempting to camouflage the mommy pooch in my waist-ish area, so I don't need a belt shouting, "LOOK! FAT RIGHT HERE!"<br />
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<strong>4. What is your favorite color combination?</strong><br />
Pale blue and black. Or turquoise and chocolate brown. Or cherry red and pale pink.<br />
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<strong>5. Do you like sour candy?</strong><br />
I LOVE Sour Patch Kids. Obsessed. <br />
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<strong>6. How often do you do laundry?</strong><br />
I do laundry almost every day. S often comes home from school with poopy, wet, or food-stained clothes, so I try to toss those in the wash and take care of them right away. Some weekends I do five loads in a row to catch up (towels, my lights, my darks, darks for S, lights for S).<br />
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<strong>7. Did you ever wear braces?</strong><br />
In third grade, I wore braces on my front two teeth and my bottom teeth to straighten them up for a year. Then, I wore this awful contraption called a bionator for another year to correct my overbite. I have pretty straight teeth today, so I think it was all worth it.<br />
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<strong>8. Are you good at Roman Numerals?</strong><br />
I know enough to figure out the year at the end of movies.<br />
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<strong>9. What is your favorite form of social media?</strong><br />
I love Facebook for connecting with my friends and family across the globe. It's especially great for sharing what is going on with S with her Canadian grandparents who don't get to see her often. I love Twitter as a way to learn from others with common interests (Harry Potter, mommy stuff, infertility issues, Castle love, etc.). I also love that I can ask a question out to the Twitterverse and almost instantaneously get an answer! That totally surprised my husband when I tried it recently.<br />
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I think Twitter is really my favorite at this point, because I feel like I've "met" so many interesting people from across the country, even the world! As I go through my day, I find myself checking in on my Twitter friends!<br />
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<strong>10. How do you feel about chin dimples?</strong><br />
I think dimples in general are awesome. And usually adorable. :)Glam-O-Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17270241700019080204noreply@blogger.com1