Sunday, June 30, 2013


Me and Chris: "Who wants to go on an adventure?" 
Mags: "I do! I do! I'm always ready for an adventure...especially if it has to do with getting ice cream!"

Family, Family, what do you see? 

I see sweet girls looking at me. 
Sweet girls, sweet girls, what do you see? 

I see the Liberty Bell looking at me. 
Liberty Bell, Liberty Bell, what do you see? 

I see polite guys holding doors for me.
Polite guys, polite guys, what do you see? 

I see Bloggers' kids looking at me.
Bloggers' kids, Bloggers' kids, what do you see? 

I see goofy moms looking at me.
Goofy moms, goofy moms, what do you see? 

I see a stern lion looking at me
Stern lion, stern lion, what do you see?

I see four gleeful children looking at ME! 

We had such a fun day meeting up with our friends, the ODNT Family, (minus two) in Philadelphia. Stay tuned for what trouble we get into tomorrow! 

Thursday, June 27, 2013

Can You See Me Now?

Mags: "Mama? Maaaaaama?"
Me: "Yes Mags?" 
Mags: "Can we rock for a minute?"
Me: "Sure! Come on over."
Mags: "You smell really good today. I like it when you take showers."

My poor peanut. She was wiped out today. Her night terrors have made a strong comeback lately,  so by the late afternoon she has hit the wall. Today she wasn't trying to hide that she was exhausted and needed a quick power nap. I was more than happy to oblige. But, like always, I was being hunted. A blue-eyed, blond haired search party of one was out in full force. Take a look at the events that took place.

Warm, snuggled, sleeping five-year-old=heaven.
I was just going to take a quick pic and enjoy rocking her for 15 minutes. 

Tuck: "MAMA! MAMA! Oh! There you are. What are you.... 
Me: "Shhhhhhh!"
Me: "Shhhhhhh!" 

Me: "Ummm...are you serious right now?"
Tuck: "Oh. Okay. I'll be quie...WAIT A MINUTE! I can see 
myself on your computer screen from way over here! 
Can you see me in your computer screen?"
Me: (gives up and laughs)

Me: (mouthing) "I see you." 
Me: (pointing to sleeping Mags)
Tuck: "I see her in the computer screen, too. Look! She's sleepin'!"

Me: (laughing hysterically)
Tuck: (laughing hysterically at me laughing hysterically)

Tuck: "You can still see me, right? See me now? SEE?
 (jumps up and down, waves arms frantically)
Me: "Ahhhhh! No! Please don't wake up....
Mags: "What's all the noise about?"


That shot was not taken for fear you may turn into a statue.

Wednesday, June 26, 2013

My Achilles Heel...Literally

Mags: "Mama, don't worry. You're really super slow right now, but you'll get better. Maybe by the time you're 100, you'll be running faster...because you'll be part robot by then."

Me: "Interesting. Thanks for the encouragement, Mags."

For the past billion ten weeks, I've been recovering and healing. From what you ask? An Achilles injury that happened a full two years ago. I attempted physical therapy way back when the numbing and tingling in my heel began. I thought it was getting better, when in reality, it wasn't. Not even close.

You see, I've never given myself time to heal when it comes to running. I've always jumped back in too hard and too fast. As I've aged, this has seemed more and more stupid to me. (Mama, we don't say stupid!) Sorry, I meant, "silly." So, I've taken the past ten weeks off to heal it right this time, work with a physical therapist I enjoy (Thanks, Jules!) and to think about the following:

  • Do I really LOVE running?
  • Am I a RUNNER?
  • Would I be DEVASTATED if I couldn't run again?

When I sat, thought about it and talked with Chris about it, all these questions ended up with the same answer...I don't think so.

Fifteen years ago, I WAS a RUNNER. I LIVED, BREATHED and ATE running. I RAN daily with a team of women that I adored. But, since then, I've started and stopped training multiple times. I've recovered from shin splints, a stress fracture, and an ankle sprain in that time. And now, I'm at the point where a painful injury that wouldn't heal is finally showing progress. I don't want to risk it again. I'm a a fork in the road.

My cousin, Brit,  wrote a comment that summed it all up for me perfectly:

"Runners logic; damn it, I got hurt from running, I can't wait to get better so I can run again." 

He's exactly right. Why would I want to do this all over again? There's lots of other activities out there to explore. For instance, in two weeks, I'm going to WALK the 5K Color Run with Mags and her godmother, Christie. That will be something I've never done before. But after that, I think I'm going to untie my shoes for a while and take time to really figure out what I like to do. All I know is, right now, running isn't it. 

Have you ever been at a crossroads? 
Feel free to share with me in the comments.

Tuesday, June 25, 2013


Me: "Hey, guys! Can you come help me?"
Mags: "Help! I need somebody. Help! Not just anybody. HEEEEEELP!"
Me: "Did you just sing the Beatles at me? 
Mags: "Yeah, man. Peace."

I asked Mags to help me put her clothes away. She called to me from her room saying,

"I can't fit them all in!" 

I called back to her from the living room, 

"Try another drawer."

She emerged soon after with no clothes in hand. I assumed the mission was accomplished. Later on, when I walked into her roomthis is what I found...

I deserved this.

Wednesday, June 19, 2013

A Stale Fortune

Tuck: "Mama, my fortune cookie fortune makes absolutely no sense."
Me: "That's because you're trying to read the side written in Chinese."

However, Tuck has a point. Fortune cookies always leave me scratching my head. Just put a bunch of mashed up clichés together and POOF! Your future fate is in the palm of your hands and a stale, tasteless cookie is in your mouth. Since every Chinese food establishment seems to hand out these little treasures with ease, I thought I would too...blogger style.  

I invite you to join me by going to The Fortune Cookie Message Generator and creating your own. You can also just leave your "blogger fortune" in the comments below. Enjoy! 

Monday, June 17, 2013


Me: "Dishes or put the kids down for nap? Your choice."
Chris: "I'll put the kids down for nap." 
Me: "Okay, but please just put them in their beds. No playing or getting them riled up."
Chris: "I got it. Trust me."

Technically speaking, they were all "in bed" during "nap time." 

Saturday, June 15, 2013

Ketchup With Us - Prompt #20

Twenty, Michele?!? TWENTY! I can't believe it. Not only is that number close to her age, (Michele's birthday was Tuesday) but it is also the number of prompts we've had! Time flies when you're having fun. Speaking of time flying, my house has already been on Summer Break for a full week AND this weekend is Father's Day! Won't you join Michele and I in sharing a great dad figure in your life? 

Dad. Protector, leader, hero. A man of steel for sure. Faster than a speeding bullet. Can open any stuck jar with ease. The person you go to after mom says no when you want to get permission to go to that party. His Kryptonite? His overwhelming pride of watching your successes. 
There he stands clapping the loudest.

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Our esteemed Ketchup With Us Featured Writer for today is...
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The rules are...THERE ARE NO RULES! Just guidelines. 
And we'd love it if you posted our button and followed us on 
Facebook (Michele /Mel) and  Twitter (Michele/Mel). 

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In 57 words or less, tell us about a story about a great dad 

in your life, fact or fiction.

Thursday, June 13, 2013


Chris: "We're going to need a babysitter for June 14th."
Me: "Why? Or should I say, what movie is coming out?"
Chris: "YOU tell me."
Me: "Spiderman? Wolverine? Batman?"
Chris: "He's faster than a speeding bullet."
Me: "The Flash?"
Chris: "It's like I don't even know you anymore."

Superman. The correct answer was Superman. Well, 'Man of Steel' to be exact. I successfully secured a babysitter AND opening night tickets to the show. I guess that would make me Wonder Woman ... just not as busty or hiptastic. 

And since we're going to be celebrating Father's Day this Sunday as well, my wheels started turning about Superman and dads. After scribbling my random thoughts on sticky notes ... a chart was born. 

Happy Father's Day to all those 
Super Dads out there!

Is often confused for a bird or a plane.
Is often confused about what’s stuck down the drain.
Says, “Up, up, and away. “
Says, “Get outside and play.”
Has the power to melt metal with his eyes.
Has the power to sleep through the loudest of cries.
Is weakened by the element, Kryptonite.
Is weakened by the nightly bedtime fight.
Escapes to his fortress of solitude.
Escapes to the bathroom without his brood.
Saves his love interest, Lois Lane, from the evil villain’s grip.
Saves his toddlers’ lives when off the back of the couch they flip.
Rocks a suit of red and blue with an ‘S’ on his chest.
Rocks a suit and tie because he is the best.

Especially to the SUPER DADDY in our house! 

Tuesday, June 11, 2013

ODNT vs. MAGS: Birthday Edition

Mags: "Mama, I wanna send this sea shell to Ms. Michele. You know why?"
Me: "Why?"
Mags: "Because her name is Ms. Mi-SHELL. Like the shell. Get it?"
Me: "Totally. She'll love it." 

My sweet, sassy friend and co-writer at ODNT is celebrating her birthday today. That's right. Michele is an age with two different numbers in it. (The 'don't ask, don't tell' policy should be applied here.) Be sure to visit her blog, Twitter or Facebook page to wish her the happiest of birthdays. 

Since it's her big day, I wanted to dedicate a post to her on my blog. I hemmed and hawed over what to write. Should I mention her clever wit? Her creative and precise writing style? Her pure awesomness? Then it hit me! Well, actually, Mags walked by me in the kitchen and I knew that a chart was the answer. As you'll see, ODNT and Mags have quite a bit in common. Don't believe me? Take a look! 

Eats cheese, cheese, cheese galore.
Eats cheese stick pieces from the floor.
Has to pee every ten minutes and cannot wait.
Has to pee the moment we have a time constraint.
Weighs out her options with lots of care.
Weighs out her options to tell me they’re not fair.
Plays with Barbies named Pavlina, Tiffany, Bianca and Stavros.
Plays with Barbies….even the generic ones that are so hard to pose.
Ate baby food for five days to try a diet fad.
Ate baby food for five months until it made her mad.
Mentions how her kids are growing up too soon.
Mentions of Michele’s kids makes Mags swoon.

Happy Birthday, Michele! I hope all your wishes come true 
when you blow out the candles on your wheel of cheese. 
Sending you lots of love and hugs from all of us 
here at According to Mags. 

Here are some of her collections of posts that I highly recommend: