Kindergarten is Coming

Family Friday



She wore only a diaper and laid comfortable against my chest, slightly tucked inside my nightgown as I sat on the hospital bed still hooked up to machines.

I had had an severe allergic reaction to the bandaging used after my c-section, but that didn’t matter.  This little girl against my chest, all 7 lbs 11 ounces of her, was now my life.

I was now a mother and this was the greatest title I could ever take on in my life.  I was now responsible for a life beyond my own.

That was almost five years ago.


Now we are not only approaching her fifth birthday, but she will be starting kindergarten at the end of August.


I am amazed at the young lady she has become. She talks.  Oh, she can talk.  But she has a vocabulary you would never imagine from a child so young.  She uses words like “trepidation” properly.  She has also mastered the art of sarcasm… this could cause a problem.

She loves dancing, tumbling and soccer. She wants to get more into swimming and gymnastics. She loves music (we’re still not sure if she sings like me or like my grandma – if you know us you know the spectrum that is).  She wants to learn to play guitar. She loves art and has said that she would like to be an artist when she grows up and be a children’s book illustrator.  Maybe one day I will write a book and she will draw the pictures.


She is incredibly compassionate.  This past week I donated blood to the Red Cross.  I’m not sure she completely understood what I was doing.  After they hooked me up she came and handed me her beloved teddy bear and told me she hoped I would feel better soon.

She has an infectious personality. It is hard not to smile when she is around.


I am incredibly proud of the young lady my baby girl is becoming.  But as she nears her fifth birthday and the start of kindergarten, I struggle with being ready to let go of my baby and embrace my young lady.

I still see the tiny baby. I still see the little girl who would stand up from the middle of the floor and the when she lost her balance wouldn’t fall on her bottom but instead slid slowly to the ground using her face (she spent a good two months with rug burns on her face while learning to walk).  I still see the tiny girl who would stand in front of the alter while I helped prepare music for church.

And now standing before me is not a baby or toddler, but a girl. A girl who will grow faster than I am ready to accept. A girl with her own passions and interests.  I know I will always see that baby even when I watch her graduate from high school I will still hear in my mind her saying “uh oh, it dips-appeared” when something was no longer where she left it.

Where I once held a baby… I now have a beautiful, passionate, compassionate, wonderful young lady.



Project Notes from a Pinterest Addict

About a week ago I posted a pinterest to-do wish list.  On it was a no-sew tulle tutu.

I decided why wait and I went out to Joann Fabric and Crafts and bought the supplies.

Multiple rolls of colored tulle (i found the best color selections in the wedding department).

Elastic (1/2 inch Braided Flat Elastic – white)

I then pulled out my measuring tape, mending kit and a pair of scissors.

Okay, okay, I know it says “no-sew” but I’d rather sew my elastic together than tie it.

I then wrapped the elastic around my thigh and began tying on the tulle.

After 72 – 20 inch strips of tulle (4 different colors). I finished with this….

Ewok wasn’t too sure of it at first because it didn’t feel like her ballet skirts, but I’m thinking that her impromptu fashion show that she likes it.  She even wore it to her “Princess Party” at her dance studio (where she takes tumbling and ballet).


Pinterest… the candy crush of the crafting world



All right… I’ll admit, I am one of those pinterest mom’s.  In fact I’ve never had a pinterest fail.  Not yet, I’m sure one will happen the more adventurous I become.

I love pinterest.  I get gardening ideas and tips. I find photography tutorials. Christmas decorations and gifts, dress up clothes,  many sewing projects (now I need to learn to sew) can be found on pinterest.

My love of this site is so deep that when i mention a new project I found on pinterest my husband rolls his eyes…

here are a few of my upcoming pinterest projects.

A few no-sew tulle tutu’s for Ewok


Taking an old T-shirt and making a kids dress out of it.


A pillow case dress for Ewok



A maxi dress for me


I’m still looking for something cool for Tank. But I also need to get the sewing machine out and cleaned before most of these will be a possibility.

Will post if anything comes of them.

Do you like crafts?  What do you like to do?


Breaking the Stuff Addiction in my Daughter– Part 2

How do you catch a unique rabbit?

Unique up on it!


How do you catch a tame rabbit?

Tame way!


It is 2:30 am and there is a good chance that i’m loosing it.

However, I think I have tamed the clutter that is my daughter’s toys. What started out as this….



…has become this.



Much of the stuff that Ewok has outgrown, Tank will be able to use in a few more months, so I packed it and hid it from Ewok.

A lot was thrown out because it was broken or just plain trash.

I might not be needing these…

But we will be needing new shelves because this is what I found when I was cleaning.


Thus the reason why the remaining baskets are on the book shelf for now.

My craft desk hasn’t been touched yet.

90% of what’s on it i fear is garbage and needs to go, but now that I am approaching 3 am and have an 8 month old who thinks 6:30 am is sleeping in, it is time to turn in for the night.

It doesn’t take much to get your kids organized, you just need to get to it.

Now to figure out how to get my daughter to understand that she doesn’t need everything she sees in commercials.  I need to figure out how to teach her to not hang her happy (this I will explain in a later post) on stuff, but rest in God for satisfaction, and fulfillment.

How do you teach your kids to love God and people more than stuff?

Breaking the Stuff Addiction in my Daughter


Our home always feels like we are overwhelmed with clutter.  I hate clutter.  I have a problem keeping up with getting rid of it.  There never seems to be enough hours in a day.

Over Christmas break I made great strides in organizing our bedrooms and the linen closet, and the linen closet still looks like this…




I have been avoiding the basement…





…. And I’m sure you can see why


That is the best word to describe our basement.  In Ewok’s defense our basement flooded this past summer when we had some heavy rains and stuff that was not put away (ooh someone didn’t pick up their toys!) had to be quickly picked up and dried off and just put places.  Some of the mess is mine, I haven’t organized my craft stuff yet, it’s just up on shelves and piled on a desk in the corner (I didn’t show that)

There are many things in this “junk” that are not played with for various reasons.

Some are just too young for her and do not hold her interest anymore. These can be stored for when Tank is old enough for them.

Some are broken, and my little pack rat refuses to throw them away (they will turn up missing after tonight).

Others were put down stairs when they should have been put out in our shed to be played with outside, they are NOT indoor toys.

Finally, some are just not her style but being a little pack rat she doesn’t want to give them away.  These will get boxed up and taken to the Second Chance Store.

The Second Chance store is my favorite local thrift store.  They take donations and except what is needed to maintain the store and pay their employees all proceeds go to take care of the animals housed at our local humane society shelter.

We may not be ready to adopt a pet but we can give our gently used items to help take care of them until they find a forever home.

So the basement is my organizing foe.  I am overwhelmed with Ewok’s toys.  Ewok is overwhelmed with her toys.  I have thought and considered how to organize this mess.



Then I came across a blog and it has served as inspiration.


Click Picture to read Ruth Soukup’s post on Living Well Spending Less

Tonight I will forgo sleep to invade my little pack rat’s space and de-clutter.

I contemplated calling my mother in law and asking if they could take her for a few hours tomorrow, but I fear doing that will make me enjoy quiet time and I won’t actually accomplish anything.

Instead I will make it a covert mission, invade and purge her play space and let her find it clean, organized, and missing everything she doesn’t need.

She has some plastic bins but I fear not enough.  I’m hoping to get some of these…



… from the Dollar Tree.  I really love that store.

I will put pieces to games in gallon bags, label them and put the bags into the bins.  This way they all have a set place but they’re also all organized in groups.

Every bin will get a label and they’ll be word labels because Ewok is starting to read and it will be expected of her to figure out the word and put the right toy in the right bin (sorry sweetie no picture labels for you).

When I get this all done, I’ll take pictures and update my blog with after pictures (including how badly my daughter melts down when she realizes I won’t let her continue hoarding).

Well both kids are sleeping… it’s time to get to work….


How do you keep control of your kid’s toys?

Dear Ewok




Dear Ewok;

I love you with all my heart. It has almost been four years since I welcomed you into my life.

It was not how I had imagined it to be. I was single, just done with college, no real job. In fact when I found out i was expecting you I was terrified. I was terrified I could not be the mother you needed me to be. I was even more terrified at the idea of giving you up for adoption, and so i knew no matter what I had to make it work.

I saw the doctor, and did all the health stuff I knew I was suppose to, but I didn’t tell my family. I told only a few selected friends, and lived in terror of what everyone else would say and do. I feared they’d leave me too.

Your father wasn’t ready to be a daddy. He left when i told him you were inside of me. I didn’t have his support would anyone else support me?

Then I couldn’t hide it anymore, and not only did everyone embrace your coming with excitement, they surrounded me with love. Not just family, but everyone at our church. I had done many things i shouldn’t have, but they overlooked that, and poured out their love on me and on you.

Right before you came, your great grandma got sick. The day she went into the hospital I started having contractions. Then G-g got worse. I sat outside the ICU waiting to see her, praying God would let her live long enough to see you. I grew up with G-g, she took care of me when Nana N couldn’t. I wanted you to know her.

God answered that prayer. The day before you made your grand entrance they moved G-g to a regular room.

I would dream about everything being perfect. There is no perfect in birth. We reached a point where one or both of us could end up in distress and they sent me to surgery. The first time i heard you cry, i cried. I wanted to hold you but I couldn’t, i had to wait till they were sure i had the strength to hold you.

The first time the nurse put you in my arms was the greatest feeling in the world. I smelled your sweet baby scent, studied your face, counted your fingers and toes.

I was still afraid, afraid I didn’t know what I was doing, but fear didn’t matter. You were my baby, you were my life, and I would do anything for you.

Then we met daddy. No he’s not your daddy like he’s your brother’s daddy, but you are his princess. Blood does not dictate love and I can guarantee you he loves you just as much as I do. You were so pretty as a flower girl in our wedding. My favorite picture is of the three of us dancing because you felt the need to be a part of our first dance, and you should have been. It was our whole family together.

Now I watch you learn and grow, and I stand amazed. I am so proud of the little girl you’re becoming, and I pray you continue on this path. I see compassion in your heart, and empathy. I love to see you loving on your brother. You check on him, and kiss his forehead. You sing to him, and tell him stories. He smiles whenever you talk to him. I love to see how much you love your brother, and I can tell by the look on his face, he loves you too. I’m sure you two will fight with each other, but I also know you two will fight for each other.

Sweetheart, there are some things I want you never to forget.

1.) Mommy and Daddy love you — No matter what you do, you might disappoint us, but you will never do anything that will change our love for you… and so you know i’m sure we’ll disappoint you from time to time, no one is perfect.

2.) NO ONE IS PERFECT — don’t judge yourself and others too harshly. Mistakes happen. Learn from them, don’t beat yourself up over them. Like wise, your friend and family will mess as well, and though you may feel hurt or disappointed, don’t hold a grudge.

3.) Learn for forgive – holding a grudge does not hurt the person you’re mad at; it hurts you. Forgive, let go of the pain and live your life.

4.) Respect goes a long way- It is important to respect others, no matter who they are, treat them with respect. Also, respect yourself. Do not compromise your character for anyone or anything.

5.) Pray – prayer connects you to God and when you center your life on his will things are easier to handle. That is not to say that life gets easy. Life is still life. It is still a series of mountains and valleys. But with God in the center, the valleys don’t seem so intimidating.

6.) Hold on to your faith — you know that necklace I wear? The heart with the mustard seed in it. I wear it as a reminder of the importance of my faith. I don’t wear a cross, I shouldn’t need a cross around my neck to show the world the love of God that is in me. But I wear the mustard seed as a reminder to myself of what faith can do. Matthew 17:20 “And Jesus said, “o ye of little faith, do you not know if you faith even as small as a mustard seed you can say to the mountains ‘move from here to there’ and they will move. Nothing is impossible for you.””

7.)Laugh – see the humor in situations. never take yourself so seriously that you can have fun with the small slip ups. Never be so serious that you’re closed off to fun. This world can be a dark and scary place, but if you keep humor in your life you can be a light to the world.

8.) Be a friend — Be the sort of friend that you would wish your friends to be to you, even if they are not.

9.) Learn, Explore, Grow – Never stop learning, never stop asking questions. Curiosity may have killed the cat but it will open your world up to so many things it is unimaginable.

10.) Guard your Heart – Don’t let a boy treat you in a way your daddy never would. You are lady, you are not a game piece, you’re not a punching bag, nor are you his door mat. Any guy who does not treat you with respect is not the guy for you. You are a princess and should be treated as one. That said you are not a diva, as a lady your are to be humble, and loving.

11.) You can be proud and humble — You can take pride in who you are and what you do without being prideful. Approach everything with a humble attitude, but never belittle your efforts. Edison failed numerous times to create the incandescent light bulb. When asked about his “failures” he replied, “I did not fail, I found many ways that didn’t work, all i needed to do was find the one way that did”. Failure occurs when you stop trying, not when you miss the mark.

12.) Be Careful – Be careful about what you do. G-g gave me advice as a teenager that I have carried with me into adulthood. “Never do anything that you would be ashamed to tell your parents or pastor about.”

I love you, and I want to see you life soar before you. I want to be there when you marry. I want to be there when you become a mommy. I want you to be happy in all you choose in your life.

You are my princess, and you will always be my baby girl.



Truly Blessed

On August 13th, 2009 my life changed forever when my daughter Alayna was born at 5:58pm, 7 lbs 11 oz, 21 & 1/4 inches long. 


My life changed again when I married my amazing husband on November 10th, 2012.




Yesterday morning our lives changed again.

We arrived at the hospital at 6:15 am.  I got changed into the surgical gown and they proceeded to locate the baby on the fetal heart monitor.  This is no easy task as he runs from it.  Literally runs  from it.  Amazingly the nurse found him quickly and set upon getting my IV in. This did not work as well. I had to re-position so she could try again.  This is when our little guy decides he’s done with the monitor.  


We watched my baby bump move from the left side of my body to the right side.  The nurse then spent the next 45 minutes chasing my baby bump back and forth across my abdomen until she was finally able to find him and finish my IV.

At this point they hand Mike scrubs. However, they did not inform him that he was to wear them only,  no street clothes allowed in the O.R.  I’m laughing as i watch him trying to put on a shirt i can tell by sight, is WAY to small for him.  My laughing gets the nurses attention who turns and goes “you can’t wear your street clothes in the operating room”.  Mike goes into the bathroom and comes out in scrub pants that look more like capris, and his regular shirt.  

He hands the scrub top to the nurse and goes “um… I haven’t been a medium since elementary school”.  The nurse laughs, said it must have been in the wrong place and returns with a 3x for him.  

They prepped me for surgery (fun spinal block), cleaned and draped me, and then called Mike in.  Mike starts laughing, so does the one nurse and my doctor.  First thing out of the womb our son christen the doctor and nurse.  Mike says he sees the stream of urine before he ever sees our son.

They hand him to another nurse to be cleaned up, and he pees on her as well.

They hand him to Mike and I get to see my little guy.  Mike and our son are ushered up to the New Life Unit while I finish up in the O.R. and am then moved to recovery.


Monday June 17th,2013; at 9:09 am our son Anthony Kevin Francis Sacco was born weighing 9 pounds 12.5 ounces and measuring 21 & 1/2 inches long.



This little guy loves his Daddy….





and I think he loves his sister as much as she loves him





I am so blessed to have such an amazing family.


I am so lucky to have such a wonderful husband and I love him beyond anything words could ever describe.

I am also blessed with two amazing children, and it fills me with joy to be their mother.


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