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This may be the last year our 9-year-old actually believes in Santa and our Elf on a Shelf.  Why do I make this statement you ask?

She recently shared with me that at school she learned the tooth fairy is really the parents and not a fairy.  I pulled her aside so her younger sister wouldn’t overhear our conversation.  I asked her what did she believe? She said the boys in her class shared the “truth” and again I asked her what she believed.  She shared she wished they’d never told her.  To help her out I told her it’s the magic of the tooth fairy that you can still believe in and for now not to share what she learned at school with her younger sister.

My husband and I talked about this later that evening and are realizing it’s just a matter of time before she learns or figures out the “truth” about Santa and our Elf on a Shelf.  I hope like her reaction to learning of the tooth fairy that she will still hold on to the magic of believing.

So with that last night Earl our Elf on the Shelf returned.  Both girls excitedly were up early to see where he was in our home.  For the next 28 days Earl will continue to show up around our house getting into all kinds of fun and keeping them excited about finding his latest whereabouts.

We will go to the mall and visit Santa and get our pictures with him.  Our girls are set to write their letters to Santa as well.  We can then go to the mailbox the downtown Macy’s has that delivers directly to the North Pole.

As we wait to see when the belief stops and changes to the magic of believe, we embark on the 2015 holiday season.  As has become our family custom, the girls and my husband are currently assembling our pre-lit tree and decorating.

If your child stopped believing how did you handle the conversation?

Day 27, #NaBloPoMo, #BlogHer

A day in a life

Today some of my blogger friends and I will tackle the same topic something we have done before and enjoyed.  This #NaBloPoMo post we’re each writing about the first and last things we do in the morning and at night.

So here goes my perspective:


How does my mornings start? At 2AM when my insomnia hits in full force and I reach for my iPhone on my night table? That happens way to often but I don’t want to consider this routine in my life.  Maybe instead when my husbands’ alarm wakes me and our dogs who snuggle in bed with us. They pop up knowing they’ll be fed before he hits the shower on his way to work.  Me? I roll over hoping for at least another hour of sleep before it’s time to wake.  Occasionally our little one tip toes down the hallway to our room and bed before school.  In most cases on a weekday I try to be up before I need to wake my girls but sometimes it’s only minutes before I must wake them to get ready for school and then we are all running behind. As I make my way to their rooms for their wake-up call I push the button on my keurig to get my coffee started a necessity in the morning. That’s how it goes on a weekday morning.

I’d much rather talk about a weekend morning though.  Yes Saturday, I can hear our girls wake and come out of their rooms but I do not yet need to stir. Now at 9 and 7 years old they happily occupy themselves with arts and crafts and will play quietly together.  Although there is occasion I need to intervene when things go sideways between them.  Then there are some Saturdays our youngest will come into our bed for a snuggle and it’s there we may lie for another hour or so.  I’m not a person that sleeps in but I enjoy the coziness of laying in bed before hopping out to get the day started. My husband will get up before me and get the pot of coffee started.  It is then I truly rouse myself out from under my down comforter ready for what the day has ahead. Depending on the season we could then be up and rushing for breakfast to make it out to a soccer match or swim meet.  The “off-season” is the best for Saturday mornings when there is no real rush to get anywhere and we can linger longer in pjs that morning too!

Home from pick up at school and extra activities, homework to do, and dinner to make.  It is during meal prep I will start to hear groans or yeahs for the meal being prepared as I roll my eyes knowing whatever their complaints they will eat most of what is served. Regardless of time we eat our meal together.  That is the part of the day that I look forward to as we regroup sharing the story of our day in great detail or tidbits depending on our girls’ mood!

Once our girls are tucked into bed these later moments are for conversation not interrupted by children or dogs! My husband and I usually have a continuous dialog from one day to the next about what’s going on or where we need to be on a day.  I can regale stories now from my “work” day as a noon-supervisor at our girls’ elementary school. Then its TV for me my go-to at the end of a day for light entertainment and non-thinking time.

I prefer the evenings in Fall and Winter when the darkness at the end of the day comes early and we are all snug in our home together.

All I can say is our routines for the start and end of the day have changed from our girls as babies to now that they’ve grown some.  I wonder what our routines will be when they are teens and older?

What is your morning and nighttime routine?

Now go visit my friends’ blogs to see their posts, too:

Day 25, #NaBloPoMo #BlogHer

This is 52

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Today I turned 52, Happy Birthday to me!

It was a great day spent with my husband and daughters.  They treated me to a breakfast made at home fit for a queen as well as gifts.  Today we enjoyed just us, just the 4 of us as we trekked into San Francisco. Spending the foggy day walking through Crissy Field to the Gold Gate, stopping and enjoying the sights and sounds together.  Ending our city trip with lunch at a favorite neighborhood place from when just the two of us lived in the city before we were married.

I am in my mid-life they say.  I take pills daily to get me through the symptoms of menopause including estrogen and progesterone along with herbs. Insomnia comes to visit more regularly than I’d like and my knees and ankles creak and crack on occasion. I choose to color my hair since I started turning grey in my early 20s.  I am told I do not look my age and am pleased on the occasion I am asked for my ID as proof of my age when buying liquor or wine. I am finally comfortable with my figure.  It is not the one I had at 30 but it is the one I have now.  I am now gluten-free which has helped relieve migraines and IBS with D symptoms.  I have started a walking regime that is giving me stamina to keep up with my daughters who are 9 and 7 years old.

This year I started back to work very part-time at our daughters’ school as a noon supervisor.  I plan to get a more full-time job at a local school to us in their office as an admin or clerical.

I am blessed with a circle of friends and family that bring the laughter and joy to my life each and every day as well as supporting each other through trying times.

My life is blessed and I look forward to what this next year has in store for me!

Day 23, #NaBloPoMo #BlogHer

what is a friend?

noun \ˈfrend\
: a person who you like and enjoy being with

: a person who helps or supports someone or something (such as a cause or charity)

I realize throughout my life I have made many friends.  My friendships go back to those I attended grammar school and high school with.  We have found ourselves reconnected because of social media.  Throughout recent years I have found myself with friends that live in my computer.  What is that you ask?  We met through common interests mainly blogging and adoption.  Why do they live in my computer?  We live across the world and may not ever meet in person.  Why then would I consider them a friend?  Because we have shared interests and converse somewhat regularly and again through social media.

Yet I have in my current life friends.  Friends that I have known through the 22 years I have lived in California, my mommy group friends who I met when our oldest was still a baby,  the friends we made on our shared journey to parenthood through adoption and those who we met when we moved to our neighborhood almost 2-1/2 years ago, and the friends I have made through being with my girls whether it be ballet or their elementary school .  I can say ALL of these people add to our daily lives.

Friends have been able to step in and help and in return I have been able to do the same.  Friends have celebrated with us holidays, birthdays or just a new season and reason to get together.  We are creating fun memories.

I watch my girls form their own friendships separate from those of the families we know together.  I see them create their own independent lives and realize how much they have grown.  When they were little, their immediate friends were the children of the Moms I met from the Mommy Group I had joined. Now they have friends from school, girl scouts, ballet and soccer too.

I thankful we all have these friendships in our lives and share with them interests and time.


Day 17, #NaBloPoMo #BlogHer