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   My Grandmother died in the spring of 2003 and I still miss her . I've had dreams about her and I've always felt that she visits in those dreams. I'm a big fan of shows like Medium and Ghost Whisperer and fantasize about having the ability to see people who have passed away.    The last thing my grandmother ever did was hold Tali when she was almost 6 months old. My grandfather, the love of her life for over 60 years had left us 3 years earlier and she missed him terribly and desperately wanted to be with him. The only things holding her back were meeting my nephew Elijah, who was born three months before Tali , and then meeting Tali.    It was a Wednesday afternoon and NaNa and her caregiver Sia were with Tali while I taught Religious School. Often when I came to pick her up I would linger for a few hours, spending time with NaNa and Sia, and basking in the glow of my daughter's great-grandmother holding her. NaNa called her "Dolly" because she really was

    When Tali was eight months old we took her back east to see the relatives she hadn't met yet as well as three of her first cousins whom she'd only met once since she was born. Let's be honest: we wanted to show off the best creation we had ever made together.     In Virginia we stayed with my brother, and Tali had a blast being entertained by five of her first cousins, the three who lived there and the two others who were visiting. In Pennsylvania Tali was oohhed and ahhed over by extended members of Richard's family. Things moved at a slow pace, which was perfect for us and our baby.    The next stop was New York City where we paid a fortune to park our rental car and haul our daughter and all her necessary equipment up to my cousins' apartment on the upper west side. Once we were there however, we were treated like royalty by them and their full time housekeeper.     It was when we ventured out in to the city that the trouble began. We took her on the subwa

Recently I was filling up the tub for my son Charlie with my backside to him. He gently put a hand on the pocket of my jeans and said very sweetly, "Mommy, I like your beautiful butt." It's a good thing I was in the bathroom because I laughed so hard that I almost wet my pants, and then I hugged him. "Thank you Charlie,"  I replied. When I posted this on my Facebook status one friend wrote back that her daughter saw her in the shower and said, "Mommy, your butt is so big." She preferred Charlie's comment. Where did this comment come from? Richard and I certainly don't comment on each other's body parts (at least not when the kids can hear). Keeping in mind about how honest and uninhibited children are I decided that I guess he must really think I have a beautiful butt. After all, he wasn't trying to flatter me to get something, he knew he was about to get in the bath. Over the next few days I observed how Richard and I speak to the

What's bedtime like in your house? It varies for us from "hellish" to "not so bad." We are the only people we know who actually curse when our kids fall asleep spontaneously during the day because napping means we'll have to hog tie them to get them to sleep at night so that we can go to sleep! I've found something that closely resembles a solution to this problem. After dinner we go on a walk  to the park, Tali's school playground or the coveted Walgreens where we play with toys I refuse to buy and frequently purchase a bag of m&ms for  potty treats. Yes, at age four my son still refuses to make anything in the toilet that even remotely resembles the chocolate center of the candy he loves so much.  Just like dogs, children need to be taken for walks and runs to get their energy out. If we're at the park I sometimes ask them to hop on one foot all the way across the field. Their favorite thing lately is skipping so we incorporate that in

From the time my daughter Tali was born nearly 7 years ago, my parents have been an almost daily part of her life and now my son Charlie's life as well. Even if the kids don't see them every day, they talk to them on the phone or draw them a picture. I am very fortunate to have them living exactly six minutes away by car. Yes, the help they provide by offering free baby sitting is priceless. There is literally no way we could live in this area without that help. However, it's more than that. It's about all the lessons they teach my children that my husband and I either don't have time to teach, or are too distracted to realize when a teachable moment comes along. When my youngest niece was 18 months she was in the car with her mother, my sister-in-law Carmen, when she said, "Green means go, red means stop." My sister-in-law said to herself, "She must have learned that from Ama and Boppa." Sure enough she had. Now that I am a mom I see the les

Now that my children are both in school 5 days a week (for the first time ever!) it's time to look for a job after ending my last one mid-August. Since I haven't found all that much out there yet, I've decided to blog in order to write about my adventures while being a full time mom and wife for really, the first time ever. It's been a big transition and not all bad. When my husband and I were both working dinner often consisted of frozen chicken nuggets or pizza with very little variation. Recently I actually MADE pizza dough from scratch with whatever I had in the house. Did you know there is such a thing as yeastless pizza dough for those of us who don't happen to have packets of yeast lying around? Who knew that a can of stewed tomatoes could be substituted for pizza sauce? With a ton of cheese on top, my kids hardly noticed all the lumps and devoured the pizza. Okay, this is a bit too "Becky home ecky," right? I need to find a job! While it has be