tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5776457710821347142012-02-16T06:36:38.828-08:00lianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13554198710274024713noreply@blogger.comBlogger91100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577645771082134714.post-65958830679854231292008-12-04T14:44:00.000-08:002009-03-06T13:23:36.342-08:00

My dearest sweet Emma,I haven't written in a while (in blog terms, that is) and this is not due to lack of inspiration or material but more because I have been knee-deep in taking you in. Completely. Besides, you do make it VERY difficult to stay in one place for very long, much less allow the time to write! So, when I woke up this morning I told myself it's time to get back to writing and

lianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13554198710274024713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577645771082134714.post-82843467240760511222008-10-03T11:11:00.001-07:002008-10-14T12:48:05.221-07:00

I just realized this morning as I read that the House of Representatives voted and passed the $700 billion bail-out plan, that I feel as though I've been "holding my breath." As I let out a sigh (of relief?), I felt the wheels in my mind start turning again. There are many matters in my life that are beyond my control at this point that I've let block my view, slow me down and in some cases,

lianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13554198710274024713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577645771082134714.post-76538442838060537862008-09-22T12:04:00.000-07:002008-10-14T12:48:28.386-07:00

I've never really used the word "milestone" before. In context it seems over-enthusiastic, even cliche and I really haven't had much reason to use it, either. Yet, here I am, once again offering more evidence that motherhood can cause one to see things very differently than those pre-parenthood days. And that's my opener for my overwhelming desire to write about the collection of firsts -- or

lianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13554198710274024713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577645771082134714.post-54254886154164760162008-09-03T16:28:00.000-07:002008-09-22T12:03:37.226-07:00

Over the years, I've heard so many tips on things I can do to help make my life easier and more enjoyable. Some, MAJOR adjustments and some, little lifestyle tweaks. The other morning I realized that I still practice quite a few of these suggestions! It might be a good idea to take a refresher course on others, though. So, in hopes of reminding myself of some of the most logical rules to follow,

lianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13554198710274024713noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577645771082134714.post-54175705391190882372008-08-29T14:12:00.000-07:002008-09-22T11:52:12.555-07:00

Taking Emma to her 2 Month Wellness Visit to see her doctor wasn't as bad as I expected! She is now 11 lbs 12 oz and 23 1/4 inches long. She was such a skinny baby at her 2 week visit that she was somewhere in the 15th percentile of other babies her age, but now she's within the 75th. So, that was refreshing to hear. Now we have a little baby fat to pinch on her legs. I love it!When she received

lianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13554198710274024713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577645771082134714.post-21014610837904729862008-08-27T13:31:00.000-07:002008-09-11T15:35:38.355-07:00

(Not in any particular order)● The wafting aroma of a barbecue grill in the summer air● The sound of kids playfully screaming and splashing in the swimming pool● A good, full-bodied bottle of red wine and a big glass● A relaxing 2 hour long massage● Laying on a sunny beach in Mexico with a big, fat Margarita while inhaling the sea air● Sleeping. ● When I was sane● Sitting in a chaise lounge at

lianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13554198710274024713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577645771082134714.post-31151607312117109562008-08-26T14:48:00.000-07:002008-08-27T18:32:34.017-07:00

Here I am, every bit the new mom, struggling to convince myself each and every day that I can manage to get done all that is necessary (necessary in my mind anyway) despite the demands of a two month-old. I've already admitted to being a nerd, but I have much more to 'fess up to. I'm a perfectionist and my own worst critic. To the point of debilitation at times. I told myself that when I came

lianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13554198710274024713noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577645771082134714.post-42985106867005934422008-08-22T08:27:00.000-07:002008-08-27T18:34:26.327-07:00

I've always known I was a nerd. I still am. Once I got through the 80s (with really bad hair, way too much make up and fantasies of hanging backstage with Simon LeBon of Duran Duran) I realized I had been attempting to cover it up (with pegged Bongo jeans and denial, of course). T'was the era. But I digress. It's just that the 80s happened to be during my adolescence when I was trying to "find

lianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13554198710274024713noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577645771082134714.post-20058535324087723252008-08-20T11:16:00.000-07:002008-08-27T16:52:24.344-07:00

At any given time I have a zillion things running through my mind, but there are a few (five to be exact) that I've clung to this morning:1) FRECKLES - I have more and more every time I look in the mirror. Something I read made me pay more attention to them as of late. I read that nobody is BORN with freckles. I thought about that. It's true! No one IS born with freckles! I wasn't born with

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