tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67207115739590210342012-02-16T20:04:14.067-05:00I'm a working mom living in Cincinnati, Ohio. I'm not sure what this blog will turn into, but I'm thinking it will chronicle my transition from the world of babies to the world of toddlers, as my daughter, Skye grows.Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08500010043860347601noreply@blogger.comBlogger251100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720711573959021034.post-80708703101485946062009-08-16T14:14:00.003-04:002009-08-16T14:26:26.625-04:00

So this afternoon Skye was in a particularly interesting mood. Everything was going fine. Then she started to get cranky, so I told her it was nap time. She refused her milk, as she has been doing lately. So I read her a few stories, kissed her, and told her to go to sleep. A few minutes later, she started calling for me."Mooooomma!" "I want my momma!"After hearing that a few times, I

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Whenever someone passes gas, Skye says, "A tooting?"She recently figured out how to jump, so now she likes to gallop around the living room declaring, "I jumping!"Tonight I was laying on the floor, and she said, "Mommy up!" Normally she comes over and tries to scoop me up in her arms, but tonight she bent down and kissed me on the lips.When Skye has a stinky diaper, she tells us by saying, "

Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08500010043860347601noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720711573959021034.post-59674271637205374222009-05-17T14:06:00.003-04:002009-05-17T14:26:15.105-04:00

So today Michael is with our SV guy friends from high school. They get together once a year to watch the NFL draft together. This year, however, there was a conflict in someone's schedule, so they recorded the draft and decided to watch it a few weeks later. I'm not sure how much of the draft they actually watch, as most of their time is spent playing xbox and cards.Anyway, so Michael is

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So in my last post I bragged about how awesome my 18-month-old is doing with her verbal development. She continues to excel in that area. Another peculiar development is her ability to recognize pop stars from photographs without having ever seen them perform. A few months ago, she found a Target ad with Christina Aguilera and Taylor Swift on it. She pointed at them and started dancing.

Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08500010043860347601noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720711573959021034.post-39345127332355250942009-04-06T21:17:00.004-04:002009-04-06T21:40:21.676-04:00

I love my daughter. She totally cracks me up how one minute she can be a total terror, slashing at my face with her talons and screaming at the top of her lungs. And then the next minute she's peaceful and calm - even tender. Well, let's be honest, there is more than a minute's time between those moments, but I think you get my drift.Today was one of those days. Lately Skye has been doing

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So this morning Skye was enjoying her smoothie in her high chair as I was loading up the car and getting ready to leave for work. I walked into the kitchen, and she was holding her foot and whining. I moved her fingers to find blueberry stains on her socks. I tried to rub it off with a wipe, but it didn't help. I thought maybe she would get over it if I put her shoes on, but the stain was

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So lately I've been struggling a lot with my desires. It's really bad. For example, there is a house in my mom and dad's neighborhood that I LOOOOVE. One of my good friends in elementary school grew up in this house, and her parents still live there. It's totally modern, on a wooded lot with lots of space and beautiful landscaping. I drive by it every day on my way to drop off Skye. And

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So Michael and I got into a crazy fight just a few moments ago. And when I say crazy, I mean CRAZY! We get in little fights every now and again, but I've never experienced anything like this one...It started after my walk on the dreadmill. I've been trying to work on living a healthier lifestyle in order to lose some weight (finally)! Plus, we're doing a Biggest Loser contest at work, and I

Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08500010043860347601noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720711573959021034.post-13395285474002832512008-12-25T21:57:00.003-05:002008-12-25T22:27:15.728-05:00

Merry Christmas everyone!  I hope that your Christmas was wonderful and relaxing!  Mine certainly was.This morning Skye let us sleep in until after 8.  She did that for Michael the other day too.  I checked in on her at 7:30 on Wednesday, and she was laying quietly in her crib, playing with her blanket.  I closed the door as quietly as possible and warned Michael that she was awake.  He said that

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So today was interesting.  Well, I thought it was interesting.  Most people probably would look at me after hearing about my day and say, "That was interesting?  Seriously, you need to get out more."  To which I would have to agree.  Nevertheless, today was interesting in the sense that we ventured out of the house for a change - even in the snow!  Completely uncharacteristic of the Halpin clan,

Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08500010043860347601noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720711573959021034.post-50107182842634994522008-11-27T21:24:00.003-05:002008-11-27T23:04:53.183-05:00

So this week has been pretty awesome.  I'm off work this week, which has been nice.  I've been really enjoying the relaxed schedule and spending some time with the Skizz.  I can tell that she has really enjoyed it too. So yesterday morning was my morning to wake up with Skye so that Michael could sleep in.  I pulled her out of the crib as usual and plopped her straight onto the changing table

Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08500010043860347601noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720711573959021034.post-4620267748789674822008-11-19T10:38:00.003-05:002008-11-19T11:34:55.378-05:00

As snotfest 2008 comes to a close, I thought I would reminisce about some things that have happened this past week...Saturday morning I woke up and felt like my head was going to pop. It felt like a giant balloon that carried me from room to room. My dear husband, Michael, spent most of the weekend with Skye while I was huddled in the bed trying to sleep through the snotty misery that was, at

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So it's official: my baby is not a baby anymore.  She's a toddler.  Everything baby has been completely removed from her life.  Well, almost.  She still has her beloved paci.  I believe that she will follow in Momma's footsteps and cling to that little piece of silicone and plastic until she, out of desperation, flings it over the side of the crib, never to be seen again.*  And come to think of

Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08500010043860347601noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720711573959021034.post-51267182185548253022008-10-29T12:39:00.003-04:002008-10-29T12:52:15.813-04:00

So yesterday my mother confessed to doing something evil. The thought of my mother doing something evil is probably shocking to a lot of people. Admittedly, I was surprised as well.Last night was a little hectic. My car would not start yesterday morning, so mom picked up me & the Skizz and dropped me off at my dad's car so that I could drive to work. After work I was to give my little bro a

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So this weekend I was reminded of the fact that my personal website is in serious need of an update. I think the last update was in June or something like that. We mainly just keep the website for photo sharing and blog posting, so since our camera broke and I got a new blog, the website is just there. But I have some good news, my friends. I GOT A NEW CAMERA! Well, I ordered a new camera. Amazon

Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08500010043860347601noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720711573959021034.post-58129193901186748972008-10-02T22:52:00.004-04:002008-10-02T23:03:02.252-04:00

I thought of something the other day that I could blog about, and then I forgot what it was.  So I'll blog about this:I heard on the radio the other day that Victoria Beckham sleeps with gloves and socks on.  It has something to do with her beauty regimen.  Then today, one of my coworkers noted how incredibly rough my hands are.  I probably should have been offended by how disgusted she appeared

Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08500010043860347601noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720711573959021034.post-65551519994772383432008-09-24T22:13:00.002-04:002008-09-24T22:29:21.801-04:00

So today Skye had her one-year doctor's visit.  It went pretty well.  The doctor described Skye as "just perfect."  To which I wanted to reply, "DUH!"  Of course, I just smiled and nodded. Anyway, so they told me that Skye needs to be on all table food and be completely off the bottle within the next three months.  And the kicker was the sleeping.  We've gotten ourselves into a bad habit of

Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08500010043860347601noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720711573959021034.post-17751365411548822082008-09-22T14:32:00.002-04:002008-09-22T14:37:31.752-04:00

I forgot to mention something cute and indicative of Skye's growth and development. Yesterday morning we gave Skye a bath. We had a lot to do, so the plan was to move as quickly as possible. Skye is pretty wild at bath time, so it takes two people to maintain control and to ensure a good washing. So we finished in what seemed like record time. Michael pulled Skye out of the tub, and I

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So yesterday was Skye's first birthday. I'm still kind of in disbelief that I have a one-year-old. For example, I get weekly e-mails from babycenter.com to update me on Skye's development. Normally the message is from "My Baby This Week." This morning my message was from "My Toddler This Week." Toddler!? But she's only a BABY! I don't know if I can handle the fact that she is growing

Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08500010043860347601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720711573959021034.post-53356341620624086352008-09-17T08:35:00.004-04:002008-09-17T08:51:13.744-04:00

Ok, so I think that in my previous post I talked about how good it felt to have accomplished so much. I was so excited about how great my yard was looking. Then the storm came. The remnants of hurricane Ike blasted through Cincinnati on Sunday afternoon, taking out power to 90% of Duke Energy's clients. That was over 800,000 homes - including mine. We were out celebrating Michael's godson's

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I think that literally every muscle in my body hurts right now.  Seriously.We've been trying to fix up the house in preparation for our company next weekend for Skye's birthday.  It's been a long road, but I can see the light at the end of the tunnel.  Today was probably the most productive day yet, and I'm feeling it.Mom and Dad kept the Skizz last night, so this morning I got up at 7 am to

Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08500010043860347601noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720711573959021034.post-12919601461182113492008-09-12T21:56:00.002-04:002008-09-12T22:20:52.489-04:00

So anyone who knows us knows that we don't get out much.  We're home-bodies, and we're proud of it.  But tonight we decided to go out because we got free movie tickets for trying on jeans at American Eagle, and the passes expire next Sunday.  The only theater in a 40 mile radius that accepted our passes is in Newport, so we drove across the river.  Newport is actually a really cute little area

Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08500010043860347601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720711573959021034.post-69682973377453007612008-09-12T13:07:00.003-04:002008-09-12T13:22:33.852-04:00

So last month while we were visiting my Grandma in PA, Michael noticed that Skye was calling me "Tatie." He thought it was hilarious, as did my mother. I, however, was not so amused.I know that a lot of people call their parents by their first name, and it's cool with them. For me, though, it's a respect thing. My parents are Momma and Daddy - always have been, always will be. My children

Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08500010043860347601noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720711573959021034.post-50397922966059075842008-08-23T20:55:00.002-04:002008-08-23T21:14:28.577-04:00

So a few weeks ago we went to my family reunion.  We had a great time, but while we were there, we discovered that my digital camera died.  Either that or it was dropping acid without telling us because it was taking some pretty psychedelic pictures.  So that pretty much sucked.  My sister's camera was also acting funny, but that must have just been from the heat.  And today at Emily's baby

Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08500010043860347601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720711573959021034.post-20813981309562498312008-08-21T21:29:00.005-04:002008-08-21T21:58:20.741-04:00

Hello! I decided that since I pretty much never update my blog on my personal website, I will start a blog that is a little more easy to update. Let me explain: our website is set up on our mac and only our mac. It's cool, and it's really easy to create, but it's a little inconvenient when most of my computer time does not take place on the mac. (Of course what computer am I writing this on?

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