Day 3 began much like the previous two...sun, children buzzing like jackhammers that someone forgot to shut off, coffee...having not had any luck with fitness the previous days, i decided to sequester myself upstairs; one can only imagine how this feat of ten uninterrupted minutes was achieved - if i had a clue, trust me, i would use it more often...i digress - i did my guaranteed* "Six Steps to Courteney Cox's Bikini Body" and felt so energized and ecstatic afterwards that I thoughts I would corall the small ones for an adventure to the wild...i.e. the zoo. We pack a picnic lunch of stinky tuna sandwiches and snacks - with reserves in tow, a.k.a. Husband, we took off for the zoo. Traffic on the way there - duh. Insane crowds, double-duh. Had a picnic in the family transport - it now smells like tuna that's been left in the sun (I will never find that crust of bread). We had special VIP family privileges that allowed us to pass the lay man waiting on a line of 4,000+...we pulled out our "membership cards" and quickly bypassed the throngs...only to walk immediately into more throngs once inside. Ahhh, children in their natural habitat - cavorting with wild animals, ya know, safely behind 3 inch glass partitions, sipping on Slurpys looking irritable and bored. Well, not entirely true - the python was a hit. Both the hippo and the rhino made an appearance, so that was cool. Though, even the elephants looked a bit Blase' - I swear one even rolled its eyes, while the other literally leaned its trunk against a wall. The orangutan had her newborn baby clinging to her back and swung two stories in the air away from the onlookers. I felt both sad and embarrassed. A mother trying to keep her baby safe from the faces pressing against the glass - it looked like she was searching for a modicum of privacy and settled behind a thick piling at the back of her room. I teared up and wanted to scream for everyone to get back - but found when i turned and saw the small newborn peek around her mother with curiosity, its gaze settled on my face - i couldn't help but turn entirely toward the tiny one and stare with a stupid look of wonder. A mother of any kind, looking at a bright eyed child - you cant help but smile broadly. I shrunk away from the crowd with bittersweet grin and moved on to the gorilla habitat. They have proved to be equally magnificent and captivating.
We finished our trip past the okapi, and Kudu around by the giraffes and out the Entrance/Exit. The whole expedition took under 3 hours - yet felt like surely it had been closer to 6. (Or so said my back and knees and patience told me). We took an alternate route home and stopped to get the children some ice cream - complete with servers on roller skates.
Having spent the day busy and full of treats, the Husband and I felt comfortable enough "mailing in" the rest of the day.
*Six Steps to Courteney Cox's Bikini Body makes no guarantees that workout will result in a figure anything near Cox's own. Let's face it, she has money and a personal trainer and you have an article online and your bedroom.
Showing posts with label family. Show all posts
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Saturday, June 4, 2011
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Day 1 Summer Blog - For Goodness Snakes!
well, actually its Day 2 - but i need to get through the day to write about it soooo i guess each post will be a day behind if you will....
Anyway, the morning started off a little rocky - with the three young children crying, screaming, pestering and poking at one another. I did my best to duck and dodge their childhood ritual of wall bouncing - I've noted that the little youngin's seem to suffer from an intense case of selective hearing loss - also called "idontgiveashitwhatmomsaysitis." It was then that i reached for my secret Mom energy drink that brings both clarity and fortitude. The smell of the brewing elixir cut through the air clearing the minds of those in the house. Just as i took a sip of this magic potion, or "Coffee," the sneaky little-uns ran outside into the wild to escape the hypnotic effects of Folgers brewing. "Dash-it-all!" The youngers made not attempt to conceal themselves in the open - as they let forth their distinct childreny war cries of glee - and all for enjoyment of the neighbors at 8 in the morning. (At least it wasn't on a sunday morning.)
My attention was briefly interrupted by a telephoning from one Katy (of Kim and Katy fame). She too was in strange land facing unfamiliar territory and two strange furry beasts - I Believe they were called Mutt and Geoff with G (or something like that). Katy sat through a grueling 45minute hail storm of words (aka me bitching) when one of the children had escaped the compound...THE HUNT WAS ON!!! How exciting and by exciting i mean terrifying. Where could this lost child be!?! Locked in the family transport of course! After screaming the child's name yielded no results, i shrewdly checked the transport holding facility.
After the drama in the morning, all small ones were loaded into the car and dropped off for what was to be an hour of play while I exercised - a true Motheress must keep up her strength and agility (and get a break for sheer sanity), but alas, there was a poo incident with the youngest of the young and my training was cut short by 30min. After a wash down in the trunk of the transport with left over bits of water from half empty canteens - we were off again. The littlest fell asleep and was laid in bed while the boys entertained themselves with more backyard digging adventures and a round of He-Man - because they clearly need ideas for conduct. After a brief feeding - all were loaded back into the family shuttle and taken to a nearby glen for a walk and good romp on a playground. The sun was high and hot but the children could not seem to be slowed. By four we were on our hike back when along the path, while gathering "tickley weeds" the eldest let out a shriek "SNAKE!"
"Pfft" said I. "I know this game and will not be diverted little one." (or something like that).
But he was persistent in his ploy "SNAKE MOM!"
I turned slowly and there a foot away from my own foot was the beast!!! 3 feet long, curled and prone, with green and gold skin and a black tongue it was rudely sticking forth - I exclaimed "Oh." Gathering my herd we slowly backed away from the foul creature, ya know, then i ran back again just to have a better look, but then we backed away some more - lucky to escape.
On the way home the eldest sat wide eyed and whispered "Well, that freaked me out."
A little TOO much nature for one day i would say.
After a pasta dinner of bacon, fresh veggies and tomato cream sauce with cheese the children ran their cares off through the sprinkler while mother sat around to reflect on the mess in the kitchen.
Books were then read, foreheads kissed, and children tucked in bed, while I flopped down exhausted to watch high entertainment So You Think You Can Dance followed by some Craig Ferguson.
Oh Summer Vacation - how you test me - but I shall overcome! Day 1 was certainly an adventure - I will keep you posted on the days to come. Day 1 brought a Snake - what will Day 2 bring???................
Anyway, the morning started off a little rocky - with the three young children crying, screaming, pestering and poking at one another. I did my best to duck and dodge their childhood ritual of wall bouncing - I've noted that the little youngin's seem to suffer from an intense case of selective hearing loss - also called "idontgiveashitwhatmomsaysitis." It was then that i reached for my secret Mom energy drink that brings both clarity and fortitude. The smell of the brewing elixir cut through the air clearing the minds of those in the house. Just as i took a sip of this magic potion, or "Coffee," the sneaky little-uns ran outside into the wild to escape the hypnotic effects of Folgers brewing. "Dash-it-all!" The youngers made not attempt to conceal themselves in the open - as they let forth their distinct childreny war cries of glee - and all for enjoyment of the neighbors at 8 in the morning. (At least it wasn't on a sunday morning.)
My attention was briefly interrupted by a telephoning from one Katy (of Kim and Katy fame). She too was in strange land facing unfamiliar territory and two strange furry beasts - I Believe they were called Mutt and Geoff with G (or something like that). Katy sat through a grueling 45minute hail storm of words (aka me bitching) when one of the children had escaped the compound...THE HUNT WAS ON!!! How exciting and by exciting i mean terrifying. Where could this lost child be!?! Locked in the family transport of course! After screaming the child's name yielded no results, i shrewdly checked the transport holding facility.
After the drama in the morning, all small ones were loaded into the car and dropped off for what was to be an hour of play while I exercised - a true Motheress must keep up her strength and agility (and get a break for sheer sanity), but alas, there was a poo incident with the youngest of the young and my training was cut short by 30min. After a wash down in the trunk of the transport with left over bits of water from half empty canteens - we were off again. The littlest fell asleep and was laid in bed while the boys entertained themselves with more backyard digging adventures and a round of He-Man - because they clearly need ideas for conduct. After a brief feeding - all were loaded back into the family shuttle and taken to a nearby glen for a walk and good romp on a playground. The sun was high and hot but the children could not seem to be slowed. By four we were on our hike back when along the path, while gathering "tickley weeds" the eldest let out a shriek "SNAKE!"
"Pfft" said I. "I know this game and will not be diverted little one." (or something like that).
But he was persistent in his ploy "SNAKE MOM!"
I turned slowly and there a foot away from my own foot was the beast!!! 3 feet long, curled and prone, with green and gold skin and a black tongue it was rudely sticking forth - I exclaimed "Oh." Gathering my herd we slowly backed away from the foul creature, ya know, then i ran back again just to have a better look, but then we backed away some more - lucky to escape.
On the way home the eldest sat wide eyed and whispered "Well, that freaked me out."
A little TOO much nature for one day i would say.
After a pasta dinner of bacon, fresh veggies and tomato cream sauce with cheese the children ran their cares off through the sprinkler while mother sat around to reflect on the mess in the kitchen.
Books were then read, foreheads kissed, and children tucked in bed, while I flopped down exhausted to watch high entertainment So You Think You Can Dance followed by some Craig Ferguson.
Oh Summer Vacation - how you test me - but I shall overcome! Day 1 was certainly an adventure - I will keep you posted on the days to come. Day 1 brought a Snake - what will Day 2 bring???................
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Routine.
According to one PaleoArchaeologist i recently met (yes, that's right) there have been at least five major extinction events (a.k.a. mass extinctions) in the history of the Earth. (Ok. nerds, i know that arguably there are upward of twenty mass extinctions based on periods when the rate of extinction increases with respect to the rate of speciation...but she was of a more conservative mind and was on the team that believed a more stringent criteria needed to be met before the term "mass extinction" could be trotted out; and since she was holding the big ass Euoplocephalus femur and i wasn't, i decided i'd take her word for it.)
Today my children were all sitting around the den like many other Sundays past, watching their father and their uncle engage in a grueling game of golf (on the Wii) while their jovial brotherly banter, discussion of proper putting techniques, and general philosophies and pontifications on life carried through to the kitchen - where i stood laughing to myself, as usual, as i brewed another pot of coffee and pulled some meat and vegetables out to thaw for Sunday dinner. I was chuckling to myself and enjoying this brief moment of pleasure (my poor babies have been sick all week and all together miserable) when i reflected on my own Sunday's growing up.
My father's parents lived five minutes away, and though they were over every Mon. thru Fri. to see my brother and i off to school, then walk us home from the bus stop, most Sunday's they would be over for whatever my mother was cooking up special in the kitchen. While my brother and i did homework - my mother toiled over the most wonderful comfort foods (pot roasts, spaghetti and meatballs, lasagna, fried chicken cutlets, pork chops, etc. etc.) that made my house smell cozy and inviting and down right homey - in the summer, my Dad would grill, the smell of booze, charcoal and cigarettes in the air. Though fraught with daily anxieties (im sure), i recall these habitual Sunday dinners fondly - as warm family times - full of noise and laughter, good food, and love. Though they seemed to take up most of my childhood, year after year if you asked me then, they ended all too soon when both my grandparents passed in the time of a month, over a cold, lonely winter before i was 13. I guess you could say in the short history of our lives, we've suffered "extinctions." Each marked, quite clearly, the end of one time period in my family's life, and the beginning of another. I look back at my life and i can see the pattern - the rise of good times, good people; a routine - and then the slow, but all too sudden, fall that finally ends with us scratching our heads, looking down at our empty hands, and those wobbly steps toward the beginning of a new day.
Will my children remember these days? - brief certainly in the grand scheme of things - but the hallmark of their childhood "Sunday's" - a memory of better days, and happy times that, like all things, will one day become extinct.
Today my children were all sitting around the den like many other Sundays past, watching their father and their uncle engage in a grueling game of golf (on the Wii) while their jovial brotherly banter, discussion of proper putting techniques, and general philosophies and pontifications on life carried through to the kitchen - where i stood laughing to myself, as usual, as i brewed another pot of coffee and pulled some meat and vegetables out to thaw for Sunday dinner. I was chuckling to myself and enjoying this brief moment of pleasure (my poor babies have been sick all week and all together miserable) when i reflected on my own Sunday's growing up.
My father's parents lived five minutes away, and though they were over every Mon. thru Fri. to see my brother and i off to school, then walk us home from the bus stop, most Sunday's they would be over for whatever my mother was cooking up special in the kitchen. While my brother and i did homework - my mother toiled over the most wonderful comfort foods (pot roasts, spaghetti and meatballs, lasagna, fried chicken cutlets, pork chops, etc. etc.) that made my house smell cozy and inviting and down right homey - in the summer, my Dad would grill, the smell of booze, charcoal and cigarettes in the air. Though fraught with daily anxieties (im sure), i recall these habitual Sunday dinners fondly - as warm family times - full of noise and laughter, good food, and love. Though they seemed to take up most of my childhood, year after year if you asked me then, they ended all too soon when both my grandparents passed in the time of a month, over a cold, lonely winter before i was 13. I guess you could say in the short history of our lives, we've suffered "extinctions." Each marked, quite clearly, the end of one time period in my family's life, and the beginning of another. I look back at my life and i can see the pattern - the rise of good times, good people; a routine - and then the slow, but all too sudden, fall that finally ends with us scratching our heads, looking down at our empty hands, and those wobbly steps toward the beginning of a new day.
Will my children remember these days? - brief certainly in the grand scheme of things - but the hallmark of their childhood "Sunday's" - a memory of better days, and happy times that, like all things, will one day become extinct.
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
A word of Thanks
So, I was watching The View today, yes, occasionally i catch Whoopi Goldberg, because i love her (the other women kinda drive me insane; who's too liberal, who's too conservative, who's too Barbara Walters...) and they discussed an article in New York magazine called, "I Love My Kids. I Hate My Life." Now, let me preface this rant with I HAVE NOT READ THE ARTICLE...i am responding to the discussion by the women on The View...
Apparently, more and more parents are coming out and admitting this "truth." For them, there is a direct correlation between having children and their unhappiness. I canNOT relate to this. Jokingly the other day on my FB page, i said, "how can one minute my children make me so insane i want to scream and the next cry because they are growing up so fast i feel like its all slipping away; and i want to squeeze them and hold them and never let them go. Parenthood sucks. I mean its amazingly joyful blah blah blah." This is a good opportunity to qualify that remark. My children are air to me. They are what makes the sun come up and go down. They are why i get out of bed, put my best foot forward, try each day to be a better person...they are the glue that keeps my heart held together. Thus, you may understand how they are the first and quickest to break it. When my child is left out of a game of tag on the playground - when he is teased for his speech - when they have to monitor her respiratory rate because she "isn't thriving" - when when when - and God Help Me - IF IF IF (dont even get me started on the world of IF's)....its enough to bring you to your knees. On top of that you worry; you choke on thoughts like, "am i getting this right? Doing a good job? Teaching them to have a good moral compass? Am i screwing them up completely???? What are other mom and dads doing?" And finally, lets face it, they are not always little rays of sunshine; "who chipped their brother's tooth? You fed the baby WHAT? Why, WHY would you think its o.k. to use your SOCK as WIPE YOUR ASS?!?" So, what I'm saying is...every day, in every way, you feel like an emotionally worn out dish rag - so yeah, it sucks sometimes. But then - they put their hand on your cheek when you're sad, (really), they kiss your boo boo's better, they tell you "good job" for cooking dinner, and you watch as they hand their baby sister her binki and dolly when she cries...they giggle until they cry, run like there is nothing holding them back, smile at you like you make their sun come up and go down....and you know, you know that if there is no heaven its because you've been given this time. With these children. And though there are days when you shatter apart, theirs are the little hands that pick up the pieces and hold you together. They drive me insane, and keep me sane.
But though i cannot relate to these parents who "Love their kids. Hate their lives..." I have seen how there are responsibilities and anxieties and needs and unfair lots dealt and obstacles that can keep the joy away - so this is not a critique or a judgment of others....i guess its just my way of saying how grateful i am. I am unfamiliar with this sad sentiment (and it is sad indeed) - and I am fortunate enough to Love my kids. Love my Life. Thank you my babies, thank you.
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Blessings and Books for Moms-to-be
So, babies seem to be on the brain and in the air lately. Many of my friends are preggers, or trying,q1e3 or thinking of trying or just thinking of thinking. Now, children is one of those things that people KNOW they will or wont have....there is rarely a wishy washy feeling when it comes to kids (and thank goodness for that, cuz if your thinking they might be fun to have around occassionally, then you should probably wait til those feelings go somewhere a little more concrete before diving into the role of parent)...anyway, having said that, i realize this post will only appeal to half of you (the half that know they will be having kids, or at least are interested in the idea).
Im often asked, as a mom and an aspiring midwife and doula, about pregnancy and birth - and while i could honestly spend hours discussing both, i often start with a few simple suggestions for reading, outside of the mere What to Expect When.. of course...heres my list of must haves for moms-to-be...
Birthing from Within, Pam England
Hypnobirthing (A celebration of Life), Marie F. Mongan
Now, understand these books lean toward the more natural side of pregnancy and childbirth! This is important to note because not everyone will love what they have to say....BUT, i think they are important because they open women's eyes to a picture of childbirth outside of the preconceived norm most of us have, a picture that most of us didnt even know existed, or could be. I would also like to state that i did not swallow 100% of what the authors had to sell, but i dont think any one book or philosophy would - we are all individuals with our own hopes and desires for our birthing experience (much like our wedding day, we all have an idea of how this is going to go, what we want and like, and no wedding book/magazine would get it all right. Think of clippings you take from here, pictures from there, and add them all up together to make your perfect wedding picture- its the same for childbirth). So i recommend taking the bits and peices you like, work them into your birth plan, and leave the rest. For example, Hypnobirthing claims labor can be pain free...ok...but i did like their breathing and focusing techniques, as well as how they broke down the physical explantion of contractions. There were even diagrams. And once i understood the way my body was working, more than just "pushing the baby out" i was able to let the contractions come, because i understood the process behind them. Finally, WARNING, some stuff in these books you might find shocking - facts and figures about childbirth that might seem scary...if you are a worrier, LEAVE THESE, skip them - although, you will find them in most books about childbirth, unfortunately, as they like to lay out the often frightening statistics. We can all understand why, but a pregnant mommy does not need the added stress, savvy?
Now, if you liked these books and are interested in learning a bit more, taking it a bit further in the way of natural childbirth and all that (as i was), here are a few more titles to consider....
Ina May's Guide to Childbirth, Ina May Gaskin
The Birth Partner, Penny Simkin
Gentle Birth, Gentle Mothering, Sarah Buckley
The Thinking Womans Guide to a Better Birth, Henci Goer
I was like any other mom-to-be - wanting the best for my baby. Afraid of labor. Nervous about, well, the whole thing....and i had a picture in mind - the stereotypical Mom on the table, legs in stirrups, screaming bloody murder, smacking her husband, epidural, episiotomy, doctors, nurses, the whole shebang...i had no idea it could be peaceful, intimate and worth remembering. The mom could be strong, in control, drug free and even happy. If you have any question, please dont hesitate to ask, and ill answer as well as i can, and honestly as i can. Happy Birthing Moms and many Blessings :)
~Kim
Im often asked, as a mom and an aspiring midwife and doula, about pregnancy and birth - and while i could honestly spend hours discussing both, i often start with a few simple suggestions for reading, outside of the mere What to Expect When.. of course...heres my list of must haves for moms-to-be...
Birthing from Within, Pam England
Hypnobirthing (A celebration of Life), Marie F. Mongan
Now, understand these books lean toward the more natural side of pregnancy and childbirth! This is important to note because not everyone will love what they have to say....BUT, i think they are important because they open women's eyes to a picture of childbirth outside of the preconceived norm most of us have, a picture that most of us didnt even know existed, or could be. I would also like to state that i did not swallow 100% of what the authors had to sell, but i dont think any one book or philosophy would - we are all individuals with our own hopes and desires for our birthing experience (much like our wedding day, we all have an idea of how this is going to go, what we want and like, and no wedding book/magazine would get it all right. Think of clippings you take from here, pictures from there, and add them all up together to make your perfect wedding picture- its the same for childbirth). So i recommend taking the bits and peices you like, work them into your birth plan, and leave the rest. For example, Hypnobirthing claims labor can be pain free...ok...but i did like their breathing and focusing techniques, as well as how they broke down the physical explantion of contractions. There were even diagrams. And once i understood the way my body was working, more than just "pushing the baby out" i was able to let the contractions come, because i understood the process behind them. Finally, WARNING, some stuff in these books you might find shocking - facts and figures about childbirth that might seem scary...if you are a worrier, LEAVE THESE, skip them - although, you will find them in most books about childbirth, unfortunately, as they like to lay out the often frightening statistics. We can all understand why, but a pregnant mommy does not need the added stress, savvy?
Now, if you liked these books and are interested in learning a bit more, taking it a bit further in the way of natural childbirth and all that (as i was), here are a few more titles to consider....
Ina May's Guide to Childbirth, Ina May Gaskin
The Birth Partner, Penny Simkin
Gentle Birth, Gentle Mothering, Sarah Buckley
The Thinking Womans Guide to a Better Birth, Henci Goer
I was like any other mom-to-be - wanting the best for my baby. Afraid of labor. Nervous about, well, the whole thing....and i had a picture in mind - the stereotypical Mom on the table, legs in stirrups, screaming bloody murder, smacking her husband, epidural, episiotomy, doctors, nurses, the whole shebang...i had no idea it could be peaceful, intimate and worth remembering. The mom could be strong, in control, drug free and even happy. If you have any question, please dont hesitate to ask, and ill answer as well as i can, and honestly as i can. Happy Birthing Moms and many Blessings :)
~Kim
Saturday, March 6, 2010
The way to a mans heart is through his stomach (Or so says an Italian Mama)
Ok...so i figured out a temporary solution to my crapped out computer screen...if i zoom to like 500% (exaggeration) i can almost see the words (this is true).
Im making my brother-in-law, we'll call him BiL for short, my grandmother's cheesecake. See he had some minor surgery and instead of being all needy and sickly, hes been looking out for ME and my kids. (I mean come on, we know you're super awesome, its palpable from a mile a way, but even this was a little too cool for me.) So, i decided i would try my grams most excellent Cheesecake (cuz i know its one of the few treats he likes) And its kinda funny but im totally intimidated. I mean this is a family recipe, no cookbook, just history and memory. And you know what, it might even be her mothers, or her mothers mothers....you know, legendary and deeply personal to my family. TRADITION! That's the word. Ok, and my mom has started making it lately, even she was too afraid i think to attempt it 'til recently, and of course, She Nailed It (no jokes please). I dont even like cheesecake so i have no clue what it should taste like, never made one myself, and NEVER attempted any recipe that is straight from the family archives. Can anyone relate to this? There is a lot riding on this...we Italian women are kinda identified by our cooking prowess. (So, i dont necessarily agree with this but it doesnt make it any less true). There is a bit of old school in me that believes this counts for something..that my gram hanging on by a thread these days, her hands too arthritic to hold a utensil, would be proud and pleased. Ok, i admit it is her i will be channeling during this endeavor, and im not at all too pleased with our last few years we spent together. The "good years" left of her life, i was a snotty teenager with little patience and a blind eye that was sometimes downright cold, or worse, oblivious. And i need to make it right, but she doesnt even know my name anymore and if i can do this, YES IT SOUNDS STUPID, i will have done something in homage to her. Because she was an Italian Mama, if nothing else, with a gift to love and care, and that included keeping her house tip top and her cooking, meticulous and filled with all her heart.
But hey, its only a cheesecake - so no pressure.
~Kim
Im making my brother-in-law, we'll call him BiL for short, my grandmother's cheesecake. See he had some minor surgery and instead of being all needy and sickly, hes been looking out for ME and my kids. (I mean come on, we know you're super awesome, its palpable from a mile a way, but even this was a little too cool for me.) So, i decided i would try my grams most excellent Cheesecake (cuz i know its one of the few treats he likes) And its kinda funny but im totally intimidated. I mean this is a family recipe, no cookbook, just history and memory. And you know what, it might even be her mothers, or her mothers mothers....you know, legendary and deeply personal to my family. TRADITION! That's the word. Ok, and my mom has started making it lately, even she was too afraid i think to attempt it 'til recently, and of course, She Nailed It (no jokes please). I dont even like cheesecake so i have no clue what it should taste like, never made one myself, and NEVER attempted any recipe that is straight from the family archives. Can anyone relate to this? There is a lot riding on this...we Italian women are kinda identified by our cooking prowess. (So, i dont necessarily agree with this but it doesnt make it any less true). There is a bit of old school in me that believes this counts for something..that my gram hanging on by a thread these days, her hands too arthritic to hold a utensil, would be proud and pleased. Ok, i admit it is her i will be channeling during this endeavor, and im not at all too pleased with our last few years we spent together. The "good years" left of her life, i was a snotty teenager with little patience and a blind eye that was sometimes downright cold, or worse, oblivious. And i need to make it right, but she doesnt even know my name anymore and if i can do this, YES IT SOUNDS STUPID, i will have done something in homage to her. Because she was an Italian Mama, if nothing else, with a gift to love and care, and that included keeping her house tip top and her cooking, meticulous and filled with all her heart.
But hey, its only a cheesecake - so no pressure.
~Kim
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