tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88074612372920806402024-03-19T23:32:44.849-07:00Wonderfully DullOur life; honest, beautiful and filled with promiseWendy Torellohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00830497565709866932noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807461237292080640.post-91712322966049271252011-11-06T12:57:00.000-08:002011-11-06T12:58:18.014-08:00Life is busyAfter much thought and searching the web for a form of blogging I can do better with from my iPhone I have landed here. I'm going to make an effort to post daily. More photos, less words, honesty. Here goes.<br />
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<a href="http://wonderfullydull.tumblr.com/" target="_blank">A new beginning</a>.Wendy Torellohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00830497565709866932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807461237292080640.post-45310754736244053302011-07-05T11:57:00.000-07:002011-07-05T11:59:05.921-07:00Independence Day, our way<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Two hundred and thirty five years ago some pretty snarly guys set the record strait. We don't do well with people telling us what to do. Yesterday we celebrated just the three of us, at home, making our own traditions, well sort of. Jojo and I spent the day playing out side. the sun shined and the breeze blew and it was simply beautiful out. Just right for playing in some water and checking out the garden and the rest of the yard. I'm trying to get him outside as much as possible. He loves it and I love watching John cringe as he watches the little guy toddle across the concrete with bare toes and knees. He's only picked up a few raw spots. We keep the neosporin handy. the booboos never seem to slow him down. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7id7OFKmnMsp77ee8ZGgmSlF7pvMqzGpuDWmLns_IJIV5AfWZVKAuwWlFD3zs1AO5XIigGq8HO9tCE6teTta3Z57WglaBkWSfXsAyr3w1KBsaaLt6F6uuTpXjdSHNVAYnZt0rb0DVM60/s1600/DSC_6256.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7id7OFKmnMsp77ee8ZGgmSlF7pvMqzGpuDWmLns_IJIV5AfWZVKAuwWlFD3zs1AO5XIigGq8HO9tCE6teTta3Z57WglaBkWSfXsAyr3w1KBsaaLt6F6uuTpXjdSHNVAYnZt0rb0DVM60/s400/DSC_6256.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUSoXk8PMWz1tMxDJ-n9ZsXtJWl5V44Q5MpTViixbaNLAXMqlQlU7fpYiLfL5WNjLu9Zw3uc6UymkfzHJEyIA1NAIYhKZQdM90zKWeJV1fMbbtRKqJGI6rAq1q3w_wdtvOWLggslvxNcU/s1600/DSC_6277.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="268" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUSoXk8PMWz1tMxDJ-n9ZsXtJWl5V44Q5MpTViixbaNLAXMqlQlU7fpYiLfL5WNjLu9Zw3uc6UymkfzHJEyIA1NAIYhKZQdM90zKWeJV1fMbbtRKqJGI6rAq1q3w_wdtvOWLggslvxNcU/s400/DSC_6277.JPG" width="400" /></a></div> He is not to fond of the grass yet. It's kind of pokey...<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8JrzHrQnbsY1neF9eCn8PW9XXvK7X8QTw2Rkio95sdiQHaYMtYU10AorFggAMn4qfxwClD4qGNTiACAyHnu54puKW2Sp9S2YbmlkT4nU66Ej_m-3vu1Ars07XyEVanQgxNCKC1fw3LME/s1600/DSC_6335.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="283" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8JrzHrQnbsY1neF9eCn8PW9XXvK7X8QTw2Rkio95sdiQHaYMtYU10AorFggAMn4qfxwClD4qGNTiACAyHnu54puKW2Sp9S2YbmlkT4nU66Ej_m-3vu1Ars07XyEVanQgxNCKC1fw3LME/s400/DSC_6335.JPG" width="400" /></a></div> They even feel good.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjttme5wceKJO63YRNfIx82IMGNk08b1_He_fMvHDfSfyIUHt8FaHV0b7RemJp5GFtywGK-b3QyDBMSxB88xP-TJae3QTA13uJBcyHhcESEXLO4vT4XS6y7wvbZ3PcjQuB99ZRQ8g15fr4/s1600/DSC_6374.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjttme5wceKJO63YRNfIx82IMGNk08b1_He_fMvHDfSfyIUHt8FaHV0b7RemJp5GFtywGK-b3QyDBMSxB88xP-TJae3QTA13uJBcyHhcESEXLO4vT4XS6y7wvbZ3PcjQuB99ZRQ8g15fr4/s400/DSC_6374.JPG" width="265" /></a></div> After all the rain we had the last couple days my Hollyhocks are starting to bloom. As a child my mom always kept a row of them along the back side of the deck at home. I can remember them towering over me each summer. They were the first flowers I knew I had to have in my garden when we started landscaping here. Even with all the wind out here they seem to fair well. To bad they don't smell as wonderful as they look.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQeBcJ7U_jVGtGLY06vSmJfRMWs7DeZena9K7smkH-WujjRfROHw7Ol2lmkIjQFLbf2Ca07zOtuIeX3GQiLF32-kxAS7u7tUZFb0Fmtu4BUg3xVvDmeDRE9qEV7HZRLZq57bBZa5DBdTk/s1600/DSC_6376.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="272" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQeBcJ7U_jVGtGLY06vSmJfRMWs7DeZena9K7smkH-WujjRfROHw7Ol2lmkIjQFLbf2Ca07zOtuIeX3GQiLF32-kxAS7u7tUZFb0Fmtu4BUg3xVvDmeDRE9qEV7HZRLZq57bBZa5DBdTk/s400/DSC_6376.JPG" width="400" /></a></div> While hiding out in the bathroom yesterday morning, I came across this recipe for a quick peach dessert. Yes, there is a time most days that I head to the bathroom, even if I don't have to go. It's quiet and uninterrupted and filled with good reading material. It's a well spent five minutes here and there throughout the day. Back to the peaches, I can't think of anything more summer than a good peach. We had a peach tree in our side yard and every August peaches would fill the branches so plentiful that we would move the clothes line poles under the branches to help support them. The peaches were so ripe they juiced all over every last inch of your fingers as you ate them. Mom would clean them in the yard while we played for canning and offer us slices. I don't think I will ever eat a peach again as good as those. Dessert turned out so well that there is another in the oven as I type to take to dinner with a good friend tonight.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT73vk6vIj0JDdSylu45Y4X5IQGChwLTAaaB17GnSp508YISygX2ZOaNaHpQw8W53UCG_PnGRAIXrSjDBF4YUmF8OgQSTNsVcCTc0rJtyAAHCAKDgt9edkpd3UtlQ9uh6Noaj_XBFZL6Y/s1600/DSC_6456.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="256" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT73vk6vIj0JDdSylu45Y4X5IQGChwLTAaaB17GnSp508YISygX2ZOaNaHpQw8W53UCG_PnGRAIXrSjDBF4YUmF8OgQSTNsVcCTc0rJtyAAHCAKDgt9edkpd3UtlQ9uh6Noaj_XBFZL6Y/s400/DSC_6456.JPG" width="400" /></a></div> We ate inside with all the windows open to help bring the outside in it was just that nice.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzEb-cwOa3i1EwSFz_1SrBQZGVUQYXqrUB9j_BAXcUdaKlGiqH6eMmj2HxPw6VOC1QVxpWGXqGKjtYXU_7NzgEMeCD6ogXRhTEIxdc43txq971Al30JfD_XQYlAECbiOYlN7-PHACzcL8/s1600/DSC_6489.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="273" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzEb-cwOa3i1EwSFz_1SrBQZGVUQYXqrUB9j_BAXcUdaKlGiqH6eMmj2HxPw6VOC1QVxpWGXqGKjtYXU_7NzgEMeCD6ogXRhTEIxdc43txq971Al30JfD_XQYlAECbiOYlN7-PHACzcL8/s400/DSC_6489.JPG" width="400" /></a></div> A little relaxing in the living room after dinner. iPhone in hand. We have to lock the phones because he is one smart little boy.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHa3TLuSo5IxD72BWnhokt-2d8AJU8zQ7mAopXYFEZWWknyp_YG3ZEoNwmWqedveAoep3AABr2yFuKTDyaWcaXNYUMHbUfY-IUvbkyrrIbvMhF90R7v7v3MCIW9MWSX4vgFreAVhyxMVs/s1600/DSC_6504.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHa3TLuSo5IxD72BWnhokt-2d8AJU8zQ7mAopXYFEZWWknyp_YG3ZEoNwmWqedveAoep3AABr2yFuKTDyaWcaXNYUMHbUfY-IUvbkyrrIbvMhF90R7v7v3MCIW9MWSX4vgFreAVhyxMVs/s400/DSC_6504.JPG" width="400" /></a></div> This is the look the cat give Joey when he is in the middle of temper tantrum. It's one of a kind.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJn3I6B13p3gmZm1x3K7BsIWs0S9ZzbGn_MkKxmTto3KbLYcnNnQX52AAozdtRTVBWE5E7ncZFDdcgpxVDjCg6VaJKfHt7LztOmAff2yto1K572EjNWLdEIiS4mfF8awZcMf2-YmHH838/s1600/DSC_6514.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="261" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJn3I6B13p3gmZm1x3K7BsIWs0S9ZzbGn_MkKxmTto3KbLYcnNnQX52AAozdtRTVBWE5E7ncZFDdcgpxVDjCg6VaJKfHt7LztOmAff2yto1K572EjNWLdEIiS4mfF8awZcMf2-YmHH838/s400/DSC_6514.JPG" width="400" /></a></div> My Mom stopped down with Dick after dinner and she took Joey for a wagon ride in the yard cart. The light was so nice I couldn't resist making a photo. I love having my mom so close, I'm pretty sure Joey and John feel the same.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCP_nHufNtXXrYqOXyShAC8G5oxYJAzoOiAsMRWRdrTH7khe_iuAMfya03UUV-ho7rI4hAr2Sfivd2RhgeAk5vvBEySYb2cNqpFVrLy2MygST34SnEzTP4-3oMmDQ1_uB0a8Q4R-IWPAY/s1600/DSC_6530.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="270" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCP_nHufNtXXrYqOXyShAC8G5oxYJAzoOiAsMRWRdrTH7khe_iuAMfya03UUV-ho7rI4hAr2Sfivd2RhgeAk5vvBEySYb2cNqpFVrLy2MygST34SnEzTP4-3oMmDQ1_uB0a8Q4R-IWPAY/s400/DSC_6530.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>After all the dishes were done and Joey went to bed John and I climbed into bed just in time to see the New York City fireworks. I started watching them a couple years a go when John showed them to me. He used to watch them all the time when he was living out east. They are fabulous. Last night I added "Watch the New York fireworks live" to my life list. It will happen.<br />
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Today I'm thankful for:<br />
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-Those five minutes in the bathroom.<br />
-Beautiful weather.<br />
-The ability to put the chores of life aside and just PLAY for a while.<br />
-My mom's potato salad recipe, forever in my mind.<br />
-A day free from nausea and exhaustion.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">-All the love in the Universe-</span></span></span></div>Wendy Torellohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00830497565709866932noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807461237292080640.post-18362858502045303822011-07-01T15:34:00.000-07:002011-07-01T15:34:04.453-07:00Summer just got the best of us...It's now July... Six more months until Christmas... There is so much to do before the snow comes.<br />
We've been making the best of the warm weather and tacking advantage of the cool summer days. No one really likes 98 degrees with 90 percent humidity anyways.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRiHq6pGv1FXpjw9Qg0zN3keCPJojeYlImBExotR8jdVAIUxey6TRY019OWfNq-eOO5uSINb4q2hyphenhyphenhl0KOC2VHrv5BznEbZvcC3Oo1T4M4LHF_wT3buRBCEPvTiqUwczv4191IUhZ3HMw/s1600/IMG_1580.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="312" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRiHq6pGv1FXpjw9Qg0zN3keCPJojeYlImBExotR8jdVAIUxey6TRY019OWfNq-eOO5uSINb4q2hyphenhyphenhl0KOC2VHrv5BznEbZvcC3Oo1T4M4LHF_wT3buRBCEPvTiqUwczv4191IUhZ3HMw/s320/IMG_1580.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We've hit up the flea market a few times. Jojo loves just riding in the wagon and John and I often grapple over who gets to do the pulling. It's so cool to look back and see those giant smiles. </div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1R7LIozWqKwhehck5OKO6EloIH2KZcaMl1oQefmKYpr0Mw33IyJ0NWEQwGKHp1nLmvgNZohM3N8jL1gm7k4nMHSIyklHdbOnj23qT5sr23fBNKoYtcydYybQvpjOD3VzNZ9wM2yjh7bY/s1600/IMG_1581.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="312" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1R7LIozWqKwhehck5OKO6EloIH2KZcaMl1oQefmKYpr0Mw33IyJ0NWEQwGKHp1nLmvgNZohM3N8jL1gm7k4nMHSIyklHdbOnj23qT5sr23fBNKoYtcydYybQvpjOD3VzNZ9wM2yjh7bY/s320/IMG_1581.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">After a row garden filled with weeds last summer John and I gave square foot gardening a shot. It's really easy to get started and so far has been growing really well. i have cucumbers and green tomatoes on the vine. fingers crossed we should have some good eatin' in a month. </div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Of course nap time is still a favorite of both his an ours. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We are trying to grow more grass and then it rained and washed almost all of our seed away. </div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I'm hoping to up date this more. and start making more photos again with a real camera and not this silly phone. I miss it, but I'm enjoying the moments each and everyone of them. Isn't that what it's really all about. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Today I'm grateful for:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">- Cheap peppermint mints from the vending machine. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">- The AC in my car. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">- The two wonderful boys waiting for me at home.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">- John's wonderful ability to do dishes and laundry. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>Wendy Torellohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00830497565709866932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807461237292080640.post-52590638963864907722011-05-02T16:02:00.000-07:002011-05-02T16:02:01.130-07:00Two minutes with Jojo:Yeah I know it's been way to long. The days are getting longer and the air is just a little warmer. I can't wait for the real summer. Here's two minutes with Jojo for your viewing pleasure.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">When I look at you I can't help but smile in my heart. The first time I heard your cries my eyes filled with tears of joy and today as you, Dad and I celebrate your first birthday I can't help but think about that night, the moment that Daddy and my lives changed forever.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Since that first night we have grown so much as a family. We've learned from each other daily. Dad and I try our best and you remind us what it's like to see the world from your eyes. You help me understand the most important things in life. From the moment I walk into your room each morning you fill my heart with joy. You used to gaze up at me from your crib and smile that once gummy smile. And now on mornings like this you eagerly pull the curtain aside and point at the sunrise just past the "big digger".</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">You are amazed with yourself, crawling, standing up, cruising on your own, exploring your world. You pinch with your fingers while eating O's on my lap each morning, the two of us curled up under you blanket. You lay in my arms, heavy but I could hold you so for the rest of my life. Your hair smells so sweet and your head, warm on my cheek so soft, so innocent. your voice unmistakeable as you point to birds at the feeder, laugh at a tickle, and cry as I leave for work each day. I promise always to come back to each night.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">We promise to say no, less and distract you more.</div><div style="text-align: left;">We promise to think about what is best for you even of it's not best for Daddy and I.</div><div style="text-align: left;">We promise to show you how incredible the earth is even if Daddy isn't overly excited out walking sticks.</div><div style="text-align: left;">We promise to hold your hand even through your struggles.</div><div style="text-align: left;">We promise to let you struggle from time to time.</div><div style="text-align: left;">We promise to let you become the person you want to be.</div><div style="text-align: left;">We promise to love you more each day unconditionally.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Jojo, you are the best thing Daddy and I have ever done.</div><div style="text-align: left;">The world is a better place because of you.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Happy Birthday Baby Boy!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">We love you more than the sky is tall and the ocean is deep.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">P.S. Mama thinks you are the sweetest little boy in the whole world, and the world is a pretty big place.</div></span><br />
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This was from snack time today. He had milk and cheese ducks... When I look at this photo I see a little a baby that has made the journey to a little boy. I'm incredibly excited and slightly saddened by this.<br />
A week from today he will be a year old... It's kind of bitter sweet.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I thought this would be easy, cleaning up the last six years of my digital existence. Not so much. In that time I've gotten engaged, married, had a baby, been on numerous vacations, created handfuls of birth announcements, Christmas cards, shower and wedding invitations and a few surprise birthday parties. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I've had to move all it to new places and hope that I haven't forgotten anything. The thought of losing any of those photographs that someday my family will look back at when I'm no longer here makes my skin crawl. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">It's been a great two weeks rediscovering all those moments that have come and gone again. Like finding old notes from high school or a dollar in the street. I even came across the the first email John had ever written to me. I still swoon now like I did then. I hope someday our grandchildren will have them to read and know just how much we loved each other. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Here's a screen shot from all my cleaning. Cir. sometime last summer. It's hot and there are pickles. You can't ask for anything more than that. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Maybe I'm obsessing to much but after all isn't all this stuff, all these memories, the foundation of our family tree, and</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Today I'm thankful for:</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">#11 The ability to back up my digital existence</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">#12 the Open window in my bedroom </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">#80 my grandmother on her 80th birthday. </span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">All the LOVE in the universe</span></span></div>Wendy Torellohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00830497565709866932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807461237292080640.post-73899956726901801142011-03-14T17:03:00.000-07:002011-03-14T17:03:57.083-07:00Gull and Cheese<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZIk__WkNGeNgFYccTBJx7WBipwcHqTEmSEZ3DQvXy1UCgD9yEaKGI0ucsAVdrmcgjWCI2csJMgkJhWRUsm6zwLxPpFki3RHLo_AwBM4IJpBP_3K5Dq9zR2BXwJ4KAt04n5jsJt-su_I4/s1600/_DSC3433.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZIk__WkNGeNgFYccTBJx7WBipwcHqTEmSEZ3DQvXy1UCgD9yEaKGI0ucsAVdrmcgjWCI2csJMgkJhWRUsm6zwLxPpFki3RHLo_AwBM4IJpBP_3K5Dq9zR2BXwJ4KAt04n5jsJt-su_I4/s400/_DSC3433.jpg" width="248" /></a></div>Wendy Torellohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00830497565709866932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807461237292080640.post-67805929916163348912011-03-10T18:49:00.001-08:002011-03-10T18:49:04.439-08:00Green Grass DreamingYesterday it rained and rained and rained some more. And the snow, there are still traces of it everywhere. <br /><br />It's about this time every year that I've had all my fill of winter. I think about it often, being overtaken with an euphoria the moment I feel the warm south wind on my face, when the grass greens up. It's so wonderful, the smell of earthworms. When I can spend well deserve time in my flower gardens cleaning up what I left behind in the fall. Fifty degrees is tropical in March. <br /><br />I took the long way home yesterday. I bumped and dipped my way down the back roads just for a change of pace. It clears my mind and gives me a feeling like nothing else. Those bumpy roads wake my soul. <br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/watorello/WonderfullyDull?authkey=Gv1sRgCNXJzq3b54WSTA#5582648750843436210'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2FITPYCgJ_xKoCJOO73m8rRKasUH1RJHKPWAvWddRrr4R8lXDonSvOL8vKMZK9gJDSOyUILWFk9ZMWhKywNW7J2gfA-6B_N_H6kiD4PlXnK74Ue0a2w6Zf3TQDsWyyZPmSIU7hA65efo/s288/5.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='274' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />The snow lays on the earth like a afghan.<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/watorello/WonderfullyDull?authkey=Gv1sRgCNXJzq3b54WSTA#5582648838941674402'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbIgHNdGM2kmTcnLdJK9bmHS50bdhyphenhyphenoXhAOwvI8LWNQIfNAQGDIgTN0yNW08CclCm1hk9AfhdDbTkSzC2goY0SUrfbpimbYEWS_OFzGHtaFOjenUIEDYvJ4lU84htn0sw2XLkGcGqTL7k/s288/6.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='274' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Rain on the window as wipers, whip, back, and forth. Beautiful. <br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/watorello/WonderfullyDull?authkey=Gv1sRgCNXJzq3b54WSTA#5582648926405521394'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnyxAa9GYUIzFq-ETPzA9tDlxEsVybWcahxpaMkkHVP5ogoEm0UX3LDqx_qTVDCbhThNBGe3O33digGDgFF7LKRmt9aDojYsycn5mHpgvvpSivCMFkuwa7tPMhygjqdvbIFApEcuFywpE/s288/7.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='274' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Good friends came for dinner last night. Tulips and jelly jars remind me of spring. <br /><br />Today I'm thankful for:<br />#8 Rainy days<br />#9 The way my husband smells after a shower.<br /># 10 Dirt roads because real life doesn't happen along the highway. <br />Wendy Torellohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00830497565709866932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807461237292080640.post-36625996918636591512011-03-05T15:53:00.001-08:002011-03-05T15:55:43.659-08:00Thanks momMy mom came to visit a few days ago and she put jojo in the toy box just to have a little fun. Now he thinks it is the best place ever and for a few moments at a time he is so quiet looking at all those "baby" toys that I almost forget about the little guy, almost. <br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/watorello/WonderfullyDull?authkey=Gv1sRgCNXJzq3b54WSTA#5580747847264697250'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdNbl17kcpfBDib9HTpc0j4tOmDR-KLzjATA9ZMDtHA4G3MXE9_rHfyyvOAncSU6s3w4K89Y9dzcJPh0lFEo-nE6bLg5NobKu4T7oPLbChNQ4IvohT2y9BeFHHTqBZNg0L9My_nxZu6yM/s288/5.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='274' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/watorello/WonderfullyDull?authkey=Gv1sRgCNXJzq3b54WSTA#5580748833171869650'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-EQuoet6gtUhaYYusuLJEl1PUwv1d3EO63-btaujcVjJ5k3A-18v3_6ta2M_6QURsqq6nZfwsKiAoVk79dTd-lMEj2JIJxHyQ4u1BHRhAuAkN-rS3RlZHaJLrgxeWRqc-VVLpuHUqCYQ/s288/5.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='274' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Today I'm thankful for:<br />#5 Muck boots, it's pretty wet out there.<br />#6 The five minute phone call with my mom tonight. <br />#7 My babbling baby. He always sings the best songs. <br /><br /><font color="gray" face="Marker Felt">All the LOVE in the universe!</font><br />Wendy Torellohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00830497565709866932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807461237292080640.post-76295702485122441252011-03-04T08:34:00.000-08:002011-03-04T08:36:38.197-08:00I got a feelingSome days when I open my eyes I just know, I know that when I throw back the covers and place my feet on the the floor everything is just going to come together. I love those days. It seems more and more world is on my side.<br />
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It's the little things in life that make it worth living. Sunshine coming in the window, the pot of tulips just waiting to open on my kitchen table, the way John's arms feel around me at the end of a long day. I've been making a a serious effort to change the way I see the world. To make the most of the times when life makes my blood boil and to remember to sit back and enjoy the things that give me that lump in the back of my throat.<br />
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Yesterday as I was getting out of the shower I was listening to John and Joey downstairs. " Shhhhhh, Joey don't you want to learn about yeast." John said. We've been making bread and enjoying it very much. I couldn't help but chuckle.<br />
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A couple weeks ago marked John's fourth year here in the mitten state. It's hard to believe that it's been that long. He's changed so much since we first met. He's still the loving, kind hearted man I fell in love with but he's really taken to the laid back lifestyle of the midwest. He loves looking up at the stars at night, stopped smoking, makes bread, drives a tractor, helps me in the garden, gets his hair cut at a place with one chair and a $7 price tag. He's left his banded bottom polo shirts for t-shirts with Joey puke stains and holes and He's more excited about a Radio Flyer wagon and this summers flea market season than I am.<br />
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Yesterday as we were searching for a new cat food at the store he was reading the labels. When I asked him what he was looking for he turned to me and said, "I just want to make sure there is more than beaks and claws in n here." He watches out for all of us, even the cat.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Here's a few from the past couple days.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicc5FEg_DpeG4jqUiEHftHn1rIjj0Tj10ArXv0KehmklZpkmJxFwuVNJ4c76YlOXzVVkBm9mBhksRZ2iSQdABlkl0_IsadxFir7jZugWMAkt_1kp1CU_EkTBnlojqB_3M0y22rqNJyd-4/s1600/IMG_2072.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicc5FEg_DpeG4jqUiEHftHn1rIjj0Tj10ArXv0KehmklZpkmJxFwuVNJ4c76YlOXzVVkBm9mBhksRZ2iSQdABlkl0_IsadxFir7jZugWMAkt_1kp1CU_EkTBnlojqB_3M0y22rqNJyd-4/s400/IMG_2072.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> In the playpen and loving it. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAQH45NZyXHz2XJb_kCXE6GEJgAVMK_8IzqyYJ5J6p2ICzyrcG9YrbhAYUC7HxJ2b9jmVegPqUuMlRpN9dVKw4VVu3CNdgmVZDlLooi97x3WRuLtQ5kmgZYgnZcJ0jhXQNSo-Cph4suKY/s1600/IMG_2075.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAQH45NZyXHz2XJb_kCXE6GEJgAVMK_8IzqyYJ5J6p2ICzyrcG9YrbhAYUC7HxJ2b9jmVegPqUuMlRpN9dVKw4VVu3CNdgmVZDlLooi97x3WRuLtQ5kmgZYgnZcJ0jhXQNSo-Cph4suKY/s400/IMG_2075.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> He's getting faster and faster. Not even the giant mess of toys on the living room floor slows him down.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimjqIkAgIYDe35f_4bgl33f_7Z9lcY-h2e2ycgMRJJVjOFo1ivYKyQlo9mU1YzlXBf7lFm5-IMf_RZBd_JG8nx55p85YK76wKaDiJUPgP2KIkrM8hOl2Qo39zOipvR8eVHUU1vdiIsDzs/s1600/IMG_2096.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimjqIkAgIYDe35f_4bgl33f_7Z9lcY-h2e2ycgMRJJVjOFo1ivYKyQlo9mU1YzlXBf7lFm5-IMf_RZBd_JG8nx55p85YK76wKaDiJUPgP2KIkrM8hOl2Qo39zOipvR8eVHUU1vdiIsDzs/s400/IMG_2096.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> I have to sneak in photos of him playing. He's always looking my way these days.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG1TcMPn-K6zCCLX6LLc_RAd97fsqnHjjkD1-2Zy2EfZN1CkLx_YllUG8euPPVY9koniPhUe_Ph4yo1-nBdN8_EnAtJPHp65WAhGVKZjtK_dSVpDlVQWTyzqUs63s3V5hP4_5MX0hcGis/s1600/IMG_2113.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG1TcMPn-K6zCCLX6LLc_RAd97fsqnHjjkD1-2Zy2EfZN1CkLx_YllUG8euPPVY9koniPhUe_Ph4yo1-nBdN8_EnAtJPHp65WAhGVKZjtK_dSVpDlVQWTyzqUs63s3V5hP4_5MX0hcGis/s400/IMG_2113.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> John dancing in the kitchen for Jojo.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">The world is such a crazy place that I think to better help my new mindset I'm going to list a few things with each post that I am thankful for.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I'm thankful for:</div><div style="text-align: left;">#1 The ability to photograph the life of my family.</div><div style="text-align: left;">#2 My boss calling me this morning to tell me I have an hour and a half of extra time this morning.</div><div style="text-align: left;">#3 The dryer without it I'd be wearing wet jeans to work.</div><div style="text-align: left;">#4 Nap time, I don't believe this really needs an explanation.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">ALL THE LOVE IN THE UNIVERSE</span></span></span></div>Wendy Torellohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00830497565709866932noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807461237292080640.post-59277347890622335172011-02-24T18:40:00.001-08:002011-02-24T18:44:09.733-08:00FishThe boy leaves a ring in the tub... Every time. <br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/watorello/WonderfullyDull?authkey=Gv1sRgCNXJzq3b54WSTA#5577452470370992242'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL8SKjSObGudoaylOxcPwnqoNzNgMMulDy-q-x2fHdOGCOYmaZtIDxE1K6r0zT_wc-cau-7XoPgT11xq2Awwq8jvklnXAPAO3TXLhwg8uqan5kFs6Fua-50tRTny0pbAOANbzLBW7uxqM/s288/2.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='274' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Wendy Torellohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00830497565709866932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807461237292080640.post-27135369929182666222011-02-23T19:55:00.001-08:002011-02-23T19:55:53.423-08:00ProgressThat's right we were on a roll today. I knew from the moment I opened my eyes this morning it was going to be one heck of a great day. I mean can you really have two bad days in a row? Fate has got to tip a hat to you once in a while. <br /><br />Joey spared us a poopy diaper right from the get go. And because he didn't smell like a dumpster fire we played for a few minutes in our bed. If you get to him before he's had time to discover he's awake the little guy actually feels like cuddling. And John and I can never get enough.<br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/watorello/WonderfullyDull?authkey=Gv1sRgCNXJzq3b54WSTA#5577098766712684018'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikgcJsdvEP82JXNjJEAYQxLbzSTU1DNn2WqZQVr-8BLuh-AGbRkBbtp2oQLBJ5uJmvhxVJ_kqMH9_tdj28g4fWozvrBu7JyoPWI_wbhn9OmKSd_1lJUheg1F99x0SKwmmV-hRIgMqh6kM/s288/2.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='274' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />John got a hair cut and Joey and I both made it through breakfast without wearing oatmeal in our hair. And we were off to the balk food store in Sandusky. We headed north to pick up bread flour for a grand adventure in bread making in the afternoon.We made bread for the fist time ever. It smells so good. <br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/watorello/WonderfullyDull?authkey=Gv1sRgCNXJzq3b54WSTA#5577098847697500866'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdMlo8gWT9zyR3-aVW90oKG9xh8J2pvwYd0vtP7wJUevNLnInChS1VEgeg2ZZvD-osqp3CJQVdJQN42V1Mq9BNCKYkd5G3dOiBaVTCW4vrE12qxhk0MiTjaL8yuSxQ1lrAHoMZ7IOsXyQ/s288/3.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='274' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />To bad I butchered the loaf with a dull bread knife. I'll have to work on my loaf carving skills. <br /><br />I tried hard to enjoy playing this afternoon. I am still learning to set the chores aside, turn the tv off and put my adult life on hold so that we can have time to play. I read "Mr. Brown can Moo can you" four times today not because I was thrilled with "dribble dribble dribble drop" but because when Joey lays back in my lap and smiles I know we both are right were we need to be.<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/watorello/WonderfullyDull?authkey=Gv1sRgCNXJzq3b54WSTA#5577098881202394898'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAL_Xlif-k5BnC-bsVDG8q4C6Mzscm5qzx_IqAqcSBE2nwNZRMWAIBb-P37tKbPH0rKM8ZgNjc8rwnGhmCZ8SSjCucN8XDHAC0ZvaRhmVJ_Wp2Zr3pFukev-36BlofjxN4gGufGJ5_Nsc/s288/6.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='274' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />He loves looking out the window so much now. I just wish we had one he could always see out. I guess it just means I'm going to spend some time looking at the outside. In the end it's probably good for both him and I. <br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/watorello/WonderfullyDull?authkey=Gv1sRgCNXJzq3b54WSTA#5577098918570134466'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizufMQDXrbzjbd2bBgRkL-vbZ55H09YOZ79sPjx7hnWeQ5L5gq3ysX4VRYfPgkPY2Y8L0Eocn-h4m5AkLZUKklA16-lrNIpbFXgqapOqe-Co3ZSwVTZTs-YoFtWxcgv9nWNBeMKvpTwQI/s288/5.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='274' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />I started giving Joey laundry basket rides in the hallway up stairs. He loves it. And it's good to get my blood pumping. It's hard work. Tonight Leslie came over and joined in the fun. <br /><br /><p align='center'><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.youtube.com/v/EI4qwNT8wk8" width="400" height="300"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EI4qwNT8wk8" /><param name="quality" value="high" /><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><!-- Fallback content --><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EI4qwNT8wk8"><img src="http://img.youtube.com/vi/EI4qwNT8wk8/0.jpg" width="400" height="300" />YouTube Video</a></object></p><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/watorello/WonderfullyDull?authkey=Gv1sRgCNXJzq3b54WSTA#5577099861516748690'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqWjRAFHUjmWMxQVvCPYY23cmNITaxbRaQqHkjTD2elZRQnDwXiIfs0FpPlXdkafdH59eElumL_KWZjqd2Ojd5QPZp_rSYxgvrNtL79UUVuTHAQsWXgncL8P8JFZpSqUkp2YmXS3Ybn0o/s288/7.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='274' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><font color="orange" face="Marker Felt">-ALL THE LOVE IN THE UNIVERSE-</font><br />Wendy Torellohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00830497565709866932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807461237292080640.post-45792728333926269972011-02-22T18:18:00.001-08:002011-02-23T13:52:39.926-08:00BraveYou are brave. Nothing frightens you except for the vacuum cleaner. You will leap without thinking from any height because you trust I will catch you. And you know what, you are right. I will catch you no matter what. I think it's my job. It's my job to keep you safe, to show you the good in the world, to put you down for naps even though you would rather stand at the end of your crib and gaze out the window. It's my job to put you hat back on when you rip it off, to keep you from swimming to fast in the bath tub and to tuck you in safe each night. I'll try my best to always be there because I'm your number one fan. It's a scary world out there but you are so brave and I'll hold your hand and together we are unstoppable. <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">ALL THE LOVE IN THE UNIVERSE</div>Wendy Torellohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00830497565709866932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807461237292080640.post-63642747224153135262011-02-22T18:02:00.001-08:002011-02-23T13:21:02.525-08:00Is it 7pm yet?Today was long and I mean long in the sense that I must have glanced at the clock on our mantel every two minutes. No Joey wasn't teething and he even had a great nap in the middle of the day but this mom was one short fuse from blowing up. I must have picked that kid off the wood stove 30 times today. And another 20 off The sub woofer, also a favorite place to play with the little switch on the back just waiting to be ripped of and eaten before my very eyes. <br /><br />So on the last trip to the stove I called his name "Joey" like I had the rest of the thousands of times previous and yelled out a firm stern "No" I marched over picked him up and gave him a spanking. One with my hand, not hard, just noticeable on his back side. It just about killed me. Guess who hasn't been back to the stove. Mom meant business. <br />To bad I felt so guilty after the fact. After dinner we played more before bath time. Joey loves walking across the floor. He got a walker cart/toy for Christmas and he is so smitten to push it across the floor. He smile so big and you can just see the excitement in his eyes. Back and forth between John and I. He'd do it all day long if we let him. I'd be lost without him. <br /><br />The bread machine came today and John has been hoarding the instruction manual and shaking the bed with his foot since Joey went to bed. So I'm posting this photo as a sort of revenge. Let's hope he brings me some jello before he reads this blog post. <br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/watorello/WonderfullyDull?authkey=Gv1sRgCNXJzq3b54WSTA#5576699585351498594'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVaZ0DajXCKVXhDeZWQe1alCYHyzjCgkehJNhqAh29n2eKQxcHyqA__Md8PrAvm4CzDGETwqhv_DxHtDZgvHEyBNN6g4Jsn1O9E1leYc4Hl6L21w0U_lS5jzczZU-tC1b1KRWLazKg4Ww/s288/1.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='274' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /> - All the love in the universe! <br /><br /><br />Wendy Torellohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00830497565709866932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807461237292080640.post-86023390672139294652011-02-12T11:05:00.001-08:002011-02-24T11:48:31.527-08:00You are my sunshine, you make me happySo I'm giving blogging from my iPad a shot so if thing look a little of it probably because I'm still working the bugs out. <br />
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This week as been incredible. I think Joey is enjoying the mama days too. The best part is spendIng time in the corner of the living room in my chair while Joey naps in the afternoon. I think the sun coming in the window is doing more for my soul than the week off is. This week has been nothing special but still filled with lots of smiles and laughter from all three of us. <br />
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John and I ate dinner together after the boy went to bed last night like lovers the way couples do things before they have children. To top off the night we ate chocolate cake and played skipbo all the way from Oakland. We bought the game at an Oakland Target on our honeymoon after we discovered we forgot ours back home. I lost last night after a raging to hands of no contest winning I wagered double or nothing. I came up short by one sticking card. ONE CARD. It was nice to play with one another again. Sometimes I think we both forget that we are both lovers and parents. It's nice to get back there. The chocolate cake was pretty good too.<br />
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Here are a few from this week in our sun filled home. <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">ALL THE LOVE IN THE UNIVERSE,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<center></center>Wendy Torellohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00830497565709866932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807461237292080640.post-67531858444593724182011-02-10T12:06:00.000-08:002011-02-23T13:16:44.754-08:00BonusIt's been a week filled with mama days and I'm loving it. Finally I've had some time pick up this house and donate or toss a lot of the things a few years ago I never thought I could live with out. Turns out there is a whole lot that this mama really doesn't need. The basement is cleaner that I have ever see it. If it didn't fit on a shelf or neatly in the corner I tossed it. I made a pretty nice garage sale pile for spring too.<br /><br />Where's Joey been all this time? In his play pen. I guess it's meant for more than napping. He doesn't put up much of a fight either as long has he has a snack cup full of cherrios. The kid lives for those little oat o's like an addict lives for crack. <br /><br />It's great to walk up stairs not covered on cat hair. It's also great waking up when it's light outside. It gives we a whole new outlook on the day when I can start off with that warm fuzzy feeling. It's just bonus when the first diaper of the day is NOT poop filled. <br /><br />In all my collecting and putting away I have found a handful of things reminded me how small my littl guy used to be so this afternoon I put them all in a shoe box and put it back on the shelf for a day when the world is treating me wrong and I need a little pick me up. He's getting too big too fast. I wish he would slow down just a little. I miss the snuggling.<br />Wendy Torellohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00830497565709866932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807461237292080640.post-49734116274658199252010-12-03T15:00:00.000-08:002010-12-03T15:00:43.517-08:00The boys<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">John tries to play it down, he tries to play it tough but the three of us really know he's a softy. I wouldn't have it any other way. That's Amore.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Eight months with Joey has come and gone as fast as he downs a bottle these days. I try hard to be a good mom, to document his life as much as possible. Years from now I want him to look back and know how much he was loved, how incredible he was right from the start. Even as a young child I remember looking back at younger photos of myself and family. I could just sit there for hours and recall family vacations and time spent in the back yard pool. The photographs were nothing more than snap shots but my Mom had made memories in those little frames. Ones I will hold dear to my heart forever. These are nothing special, just a few frames from over the last week. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: left;"> As the garage got cleaned and the Mustang washed, we went for a tractor ride. The first since the first first when you were barely old enough to scream at the top of your lungs because you were forced to sit on the seat for cheesy photos. I think you enjoyed yourself a little more this time. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFL6nbJ4yOWr7WvES1cA7ZRJE5jRcVmlSdI_XzSjnUJ9T25wtezNpZi3601itBoUMID2t0YMlRHLvdu4vnaCH0qlcWxn-GJaTKRWCwneH_44AobXMrCK21EDzCU8X6ufVj_O1AvhSaSCU/s1600/IMG_4824.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFL6nbJ4yOWr7WvES1cA7ZRJE5jRcVmlSdI_XzSjnUJ9T25wtezNpZi3601itBoUMID2t0YMlRHLvdu4vnaCH0qlcWxn-GJaTKRWCwneH_44AobXMrCK21EDzCU8X6ufVj_O1AvhSaSCU/s400/IMG_4824.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> I know John did. You also reached for the naked lady on the stearing wheel...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXHwFl2sq_7AJfOrhYDu9gqx4wPHu_e18d0OCKEQZ3V45kJMa_LHMGN3vwTaJBrIdFHYRai62D2hblOJZQExUD2SYliua-6H1wMseNI71oqXnMay13uHAGq0pVszXAih_74mZZgkoq9lk/s1600/IMG_4867.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXHwFl2sq_7AJfOrhYDu9gqx4wPHu_e18d0OCKEQZ3V45kJMa_LHMGN3vwTaJBrIdFHYRai62D2hblOJZQExUD2SYliua-6H1wMseNI71oqXnMay13uHAGq0pVszXAih_74mZZgkoq9lk/s400/IMG_4867.jpg" width="272" /></a></div><br />
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Oh the missery.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxpByDqR4-iZSysnpfWRG6sk9BcQA-yRhMeLhIMNuCEN24i1pg4bXqa8WuOqLoGXHediL79kaW00U6TsJRb18fxBpYeV1gHLNBo_MXzokaOVzr-0b2_Fgyu2ycBhPQx6V6bMyHQR-JPlc/s1600/IMG_5011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="278" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxpByDqR4-iZSysnpfWRG6sk9BcQA-yRhMeLhIMNuCEN24i1pg4bXqa8WuOqLoGXHediL79kaW00U6TsJRb18fxBpYeV1gHLNBo_MXzokaOVzr-0b2_Fgyu2ycBhPQx6V6bMyHQR-JPlc/s400/IMG_5011.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Wendy Torellohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00830497565709866932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807461237292080640.post-89059185308294878072010-11-12T06:04:00.000-08:002010-11-12T17:48:46.929-08:00Jersey<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><img border="0" height="417" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkjUO_k19n1lO_grQ0CQwpAt0M6JA9Nchorw2i2dOaAqvRWDCxvMZqlzjvZnZSAVoapmW6fqf27jBxn3oQfMD6djtmnHAwzH1AWUgonnol3pB1nvhfUenzVA4N9cGxnjp87G3Y7_S8Qa0/s640/IMG_4787.jpg" width="640" /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We made the more than 600 mile trip across three states to John's home state of New Jersey last week to visit friends and family. It was so nice to see everyone and spend time with those that we usally only get to talk to over the phone.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It was Joey's first long trip, something that I was so nervous, maybe terrified about for weeks before. I planed and planed every last detail. What to bring and how to pack it. Turns out, there was nothing to be nervous about. He was such a trooper the entire week. We stayed with friends which was so much nicer than it would have been in a hotel. They have a 6 month old daughter Nicole and the two of them hit it off quite nicely. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">If nothing else the trip confermed my confidence in my day to day parenting skills. Seems a trip to the grocery store is nothing now, a little fussing at home is cake compared to the wailing from the backseat along I-80 someplace in the middle of Ohio. Can't say I blame him we wanted out too. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I hope the trips out east contiune as much as possible. There is nothing like it. But I've never been so happy to pull back in my driveway. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Wendy Torellohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00830497565709866932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807461237292080640.post-59508595157059570802010-11-01T17:35:00.000-07:002010-11-01T17:53:33.099-07:00Christmas dinner<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">There has always been a tiny corner of my mom's heart where animals have a home. I'm not 100 percent sure but I don't think there have been many times in her life when she hasn't has some kind of creature to call her own. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Joey and I spent a little time this morning visiting the hens we took to the farm earlier this summer and got one last glimpse of the turkeys before they make their way to mom's freezer. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I may have gotten a little poop on my shoes but it was worth it to see them both enjoying a visit with feathered friends. I don't spend early as much time down there as I would like. <a name='more'></a></span></div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Last week the pumpkin bib at the dollar spot seemed just the right bit of festive for your first Halloween. This was all before I walked the Halloween Stroll, the very walk my mother often took my sister and I on each year to get our sugar highs off to a great start. The place was crawling with tots dressed as dragons and fairies and other creatures of the sort. The ones that waddle when they walk and suck the tails of their costumes as their adults shuffle them through the line collecting all the loot they can get their hands on... They are all so cute, even the ugly ones. There really are ugly children. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">That's when it hit me. How could I let my little boy have his first sugar filled holiday pass him up without a costume. It was like I was starving him, oh the neglect. I called my mom and cried... What in the hell has motherhood done to me. I'm getting soft and worse yet it's starting to show. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And then, after a deep breath I came to my senses and well, got over it. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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