tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89886734897645907232011-05-10T17:12:52.317-04:00The epic blog of a New York City Mom raising a family (and trying to stay sane) in coastal north carolina.Northern Mommahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06272197372256221182noreply@blogger.comBlogger91100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988673489764590723.post-66109406667720166892008-06-25T19:56:00.007-04:002008-06-25T20:39:08.098-04:00

Yep. The title says it all. My precious little lovable, huggable, sweet baby boy dropped his first F-bomb today. I knew it was coming. Charles had his turn - like just after his first birthday party and he dropped a whole plate of olives on the floor - he let loose an appropriately timed - "Oh f#&!". But even though we tried hard not to laugh and we never really did stop using profanity around

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We want our kids to be creative. We want them to have great memories of our family coming together to do interesting, fun things. We want to believe we are those unique, exciting parents that all the other kids want to have. So today, with rain and thunderstorms forecast for Wilmington all day - we decided to make a movie with the kids.Yes - a real movie. As in get out the old costumes and charge

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So Charles, my big mature boy - lost his two front teeth this week. Within one or two days of each other. I knew it was going to happen. They wiggled for months. Every morning he'd come in with a finger in the mouth saying, "Look Ma. This one is going to fall out any day now." Each night, I'd wiggle for him and tug a little until he reminded me that I "promised only one more time and now you've

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Charles has reached the age where time with his Dad is a very important thing. He wants to talk about grease and wheels and physics and other such things that I can only hope to understand. This of course, is Ron's job. He gets it, he wants to talk about it, he enjoys sharing it with Charles. So this weekend I sent them off to the Coastal Carolina Air Show where noisy planes fly overhead,

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Today was Nic Nac's birthday party. It's hard to say how we felt today - Ron and I are more and more relieved every day he gets bigger and stronger and smarter but at the same time, it's hard to see him grow and get older and more independent. Even though Nick is doing great, the passing of time is always a reminder that we might not always be this lucky. It makes us more grateful, it make us

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Because we live in stepfordville, North Carolina - otherwise known as the land of the perfect birthday parties - every kid here has a killer birthday party starting at age zero. Tea party parties, gymnastics parties, ceramics parties, jungle gym parties, bounce house parties, pirate-themed parties, magicians, musicians, ponies - you name it, we do it here. And of course, in true

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A "Date" At the Pumpkin Farm So this fall we took a visit to our local Pumpkin Farm - Mike's Farm. It's a really nice place to visit - out in the boonies of North Carolina. We've gone for the past few years so it's kind of the beginning of new traditions for us here in North Carolina. We took Charlie's "friend" Logan with us and the three of them tore up the place. Logan and Charles met a goat

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I love the Fall. Back to school, start of the holiday season, cooler weather and all that stuff. But I’m always surprised to find that yet another year has past since September 11th. It’s a very vivid memory in my mind and a very personal topic for me and my family. You see, we’re New Yorkers.My husband and I were born and raised in New York City and let me tell you there is no more beautiful

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My life long motto has always been - expect it when you least expect it. It pretty much always seems to prove true. If we’re worried about one thing - the opposite pretty much usually happens. If I take my eye off the ball for a second, that’s when it comes crashing my way. So having this motto, I’m always surprised when I don’t see something coming. I mean - I should get it by now right?

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