tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590555979356735352024-03-05T05:02:14.114-08:00Presenting the me I want to be....fully edited.A place for me to rant and rave, boast and brag, and question and comment about my life.Elizabeth Zammarrellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11594035233139693384noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159055597935673535.post-51331098959259533962012-03-18T09:08:00.001-07:002012-03-18T09:08:14.547-07:00Stationery card<div class="sflyProductPreviewWidget" style="width:425px; height:494px;"><div class="sflyProductPreviewWidgetTop" style="height:6px; background-image:url(http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/top.gif);"></div><div class="sflyProductPreviewWidgetCenter" style="height:482px; padding: 0 6px 0 6px; background-image:url(http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/bg.gif); background-repeat:repeat-y;"><div class="sflyProductPreviewLogo" style="width: 105px; height: 34px; padding: 14px 0 0 14px;"><img src="http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/logo.gif" style="padding: 0; background: #ffffff; border: none; box-shadow: none;"></div><div class="sflyProductPreviewContainer" style="height:350px; text-align:center; padding: 0;"><a href="http://share.shutterfly.com/action/welcome?sid=1CZMWzJuzZuMA&cid=SFLYOCWIDGET&eid=115"><img src="http://images-community.shutterfly.com/prs/v1/1CZMWzJuzZ8/1CZMWzJuzZ84s/p/67b0de21b3127d902548/JPEG/1332086874000/0/" style="padding: 0; background: #ffffff; border: none; box-shadow: none;"></a></div><div class="sflyProductPreviewMessageContainer" style="height:55px; background-color:#f4f4e9; text-align:center; padding: 15px 0 15px 0; line-height: 19px;"><div class="sflyProductPreviewTitle" style="font-family: arial, sans-seris; font-size: 15px; color: #333333; font-weight: bold;"><span>Modern Teal Birth Announcement</span></div><div class="sflyProductPreviewSEOText" style="font-family: arial, sans-seris; font-size: 13px; color: #333333;"><span>Personalize your <a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/announcements/graduation-announcements" style="color: #6666cc;">announcements</a> with Shutterfly.</span></div><div class="sflyProductPreviewViewCollection" style="font-family: arial, sans-seris; font-size: 13px; color: #333333;"><span>View the entire <a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery" style="color: #6666cc;">collection</a> of cards.</span></div><img width="1" height="1" border="0" style="padding: 0; background: #ffffff; border: none; box-shadow: none;" src="https://os.shutterfly.com/b/ss/sflyshareprod/1/H.15/111?pageName=sharekey&c1=msc&c2=blogger" /></div></div><div class="sflyProductPreviewWidgetBottom" style="height:6px; background-image:url(http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/bottom.gif);"></div></div>Elizabeth Zammarrellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11594035233139693384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159055597935673535.post-23450834502957594622012-02-28T13:27:00.003-08:002012-03-27T16:39:41.045-07:00Joseph Zammarrelli ~ A birth storyJoseph Ronald Zammarrelli<br />
Feburary 14th, 2012<br />
8lbs 13oz<br />
21in<br />
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Monday, February 13th - 39 weeks and 6 days. I was 3cm and 80%, a long way from the 0 and 0 I was last week. The doctor assured me it should be any day but I didn’t want it to be that day since I was so close to making it to 40 weeks and still hoping for my special Valentine’s Day baby. I started having contractions here and there immediately after the appointment so Sam picked up Samuel from school and my mother got on the next flight and arrived in SC at 6pm. Contractions were averaging 6 minutes apart but slowed when I rested so I tried to get some sleep.<br />
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Tuesday, February 14th - 5am came around after a long night of not sleeping so I decided I was going to get up and get this labor going. I called my doula, Cindy, and she headed over to see if we were making progress. She arrived at 6am and I had progressed to only 3.5cm, 1/2cm more than at my appointment the day before. She expected it would be that day so I was excited about that and ready to do whatever it took to make the labor progress; Pressure points, sitting on the ball, lollipops, walking etc., but progression was slow. Cindy figured that Joseph was sunny side up making the labor progress slowly and causing a lot of back pain. She had me do some things to help turn him and then I got to take a warm bath (she added lavender oil……and Sam added Mr. Bubble). After that I was exhausted and here it was 1pm and no baby, I was still having contractions only every 6min. Everyone was getting anxious and even Cindy thought Joseph would have made his appearance by now (and I thought he would have been here for three weeks at this point). After more walking and squatting and contractions, that were finally getting stronger, I needed a nap. I got to rest for about 30 minutes and woke up feeling ready and was relieved to hear I was 6cm, yes! I was reluctant to go to the hospital so we really took our time getting ready; I just didn’t want to leave the comfort of my home and certainly didn’t want to spend hours in the hospital but off we went. We were checked in at 2:30pm and I was about 6.5cm. We had planned a natural birth, no drugs and no intervention and we were sticking to it! We started off laboring in the rocking chair, Sam was amazing and with Cindy there to instruct him he acted like a pro. He helped me through each contraction and they were getting more frequent and more intense. Finally I had one so strong it made me shake and then I felt a pop….my water broke! Once it broke I felt the baby drop was suddenly having the most intense contraction yet. I shock head to toe! The next contraction came on quick and was another one that knocked me off my feet and now I wanted to push. In my mind I’m thinking, for sure it was too soon to push and I would have to hold back and endure these intense contractions for a while longer. The urge to push was uncontrollable and being checked was almost unbearable but hearing I was 9cm and getting the go ahead to push, HALLELUJAH! The sensation of wanting and starting to push was so relieving I knew I had passed that point of “hitting the wall” that I had heard about. As I was pushing I heard them saying he was big and I needed to really work hard so I gave it my all and before I knew it I was reaching down for him. This happened so instinctively, I grabbed him under his arms and pulled him to my chest (4:05pm). Suddenly nothing hurt, no pain, no discomfort, just complete euphoria and that little face looking back at me. I was in awe. I didn’t cry, I don’t even think I spoke. I just stared at him and kissed him, my little Valentine.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj07KFcq4gBrbEqWpJWwt00x0ddUtNjnMa06yTZitAB-x0KL0fBTPa24rWAhsMUj4ypefb1QzBJiiFMoWZfqUDBrkMOxJ3k6h1tKw0eX3hgbrbnM4WdFtubxOeDzSTXzWclvdoVYtJLNa0/s1600/IMG_3561.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="214" width="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj07KFcq4gBrbEqWpJWwt00x0ddUtNjnMa06yTZitAB-x0KL0fBTPa24rWAhsMUj4ypefb1QzBJiiFMoWZfqUDBrkMOxJ3k6h1tKw0eX3hgbrbnM4WdFtubxOeDzSTXzWclvdoVYtJLNa0/s320/IMG_3561.JPG" /></a></div>Elizabeth Zammarrellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11594035233139693384noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159055597935673535.post-37344902749056612352011-11-29T13:52:00.000-08:002011-11-29T13:52:12.028-08:00The Blessing, by John Trent and Gary Smalley“Unconditional love and approval…comes from a healthy relationship with one's parents.” <br />
The Blessing, by John Trent and Gary Smalley <br />
This one took me some time, ok, the toddler took up most of my time, but I’m glad it was that way. I may have felt a bit guilty had I taken time away from my child to read this one cover to cover, not because it’s not a good read (it’s an important read) but because the book teaches you how important your time with your child can be when used correctly. This book really shows you how to take all the love you have for your child and really put it to work. Loving your child and wanting to instill God’s word in them can be easier said than done. <br />
In “The Blessing” you are given the tools you need to do so and even the tools needed to make up for what was lacking in your own childhood so as not to repeat some not so good parenting habits. As parents we establish (in the first few years of life) a child’s view of themselves. We either build their self esteem or tear it down, we can create confidence or fear, we show the love of God or….well, I hate to think of the alternative. Even when you think you are doing the best you can having a book like this to break it down and give great examples helps you know that you are implementing all the thing you desire to in raising your child in a Godly way. This isn’t a “read before baby arrives” book either, it is practical for all stages of parenting so I’m sure I’ll be picking it up again later in my journey. I recommend that parents, grandparents, parents-to-be, and those dealing with past hurt from poor parenting read this…….and keep it around for referencing later.Elizabeth Zammarrellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11594035233139693384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159055597935673535.post-74780110595102982442011-06-13T16:59:00.000-07:002011-06-13T16:59:53.140-07:00The Waiting Place by Eileen ButtonThe Waiting Place is a collection of essays from author Eileen Button. Button allows the reader to become a part of some of her most precious moments in life such as the birth of her son, falling in love with her husband, and sweet mother daughter moments. You will laugh when her daughter questions her daily activities, cry when they whisk her newborn son away, and feel the anticipation of her marriage proposal. Each essay is an easy and quick read although, reading just one at a time is difficult since they each draw you in and fill you with emotion. You will instantly want to open more of these windows into her life experiences. Button’s writing reads like a conversation with a good friend.<br />
I’m not good when it comes to waiting. I feel uneasy, unproductive, and completely anxious to move on to my next activity. When I saw this book and read on the cover “Learning to appreciate life’s little delays” I knew it was a must read for me. Besides, what better to do then read while you wait? I read essays while waiting for; the washer to fill with water, a meal to be micro-waved, motivation to clean my house. I enjoyed being able to experience the emotions of such intimate life moments, reading the details of each from start to finish, never feeling like something was left out, and doing all this in a matter of minutes. I really love that I never had to turn away from any of her stories because of content. It’s a refreshing read that reminds you that life is precious in all moments. <br />
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So a note to all my friends; If anyone in the Zammarrelli family is carrying a strong scent of basil and/or garlic don't be offended. We meant to smell that way and you can to if you join us for dinner :)<br />
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If you are a busy mom like I am, then sitting down to read a book cover to cover just doesn’t happen. In fact, reading more than a few pages at a time isn’t always an option either. With “Max on Life” you can read a page at a time and not miss a beat. This aspect stands out to me because it is simply the only way I get to do any reading…one page at a time. <br />
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“Max on Life” is a collection of questions that Max has been asked and the answer he has given along with many scripture references to back up what he writes. His position as Pastor and writer has invited some really unique questions. Some of these questions I have wondered about myself and others were new and intriguing. Each answer was well thought out and each scripture reference really gave an opportunity to expand your reading experience.<br />
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The book is separated into categories covering many life topics such as relationships, parenting, death, doubt, etc. Then each category is filled with questions regarding that topic and Max’s answer. Best part is you can pick a topic and then a question so you are reading what pertains to your situation. Or (if you have time) read it cover to cover for a great spiritual experience. <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP-7aTzxFVgVPpOS6TBwEw5eV5hmurrRN-XBqmXC7a-4gUAjkxEL1kUFGR0G5ypB5NYRwyFnKfgehiOOn6k6DXaZwoPfXjbyRqlHNz-kErvfuZrZcK4tCagMu5mB9BZ9-TO2U343ctDiE/s1600/_233_380_Book_340_cover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="320" width="211" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP-7aTzxFVgVPpOS6TBwEw5eV5hmurrRN-XBqmXC7a-4gUAjkxEL1kUFGR0G5ypB5NYRwyFnKfgehiOOn6k6DXaZwoPfXjbyRqlHNz-kErvfuZrZcK4tCagMu5mB9BZ9-TO2U343ctDiE/s320/_233_380_Book_340_cover.jpg" /></a></div>Elizabeth Zammarrellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11594035233139693384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159055597935673535.post-60967148571128951222011-03-25T21:35:00.000-07:002011-03-25T21:55:52.765-07:00Samuel turned oneThe candles have been blown out, the balloons are deflated, and family has gone home. Samuel's first birthday celebration has officially ended and I can finally relax and look back at his first year of life and look forward to the years to come. <br />
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It does seem like I just had him but that is because labor, delivery and his first days of life are memories I refuse to let fade. This year has been long, productive, and exciting. Some days were just us getting by and others were filled with outings, friends, and new adventures.<br />
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I am more excited for what toddlerhood holds then I am sad about no longer having a "baby". He is learning so much every day, there is no time to be sad. For that matter I won't write about all the things he has done this past year since most of you have either seen it for yourself or heard me talk endlessly about it. So, I want more so to focus on the now and what is to come.<br />
Development- As of now Samuel has a large vocabulary for a one year old;<br />
Ma-ma<br />
Da-da<br />
Na-Na<br />
wow<br />
uh-oh<br />
meow<br />
hi<br />
woof<br />
moo<br />
ball<br />
bird<br />
this (often said "wsthis" meaning "what's this")<br />
and that's the order he said them all. I didn't realize how many there were untill just now...wow! He is quit the chatter box when he wants to be and often refelcts my jestures and sounds. He also has learned to shake his head yes and no but often combines the too and looks likie a bobble head...it's hysterical. Cognatively he is making leaps and bounds. Physically he is still a peanut and sees no need for walking. Sam and I were "walking" him yesterday and he just looks too small to be walking alone. But all it will take it letting go of one hand and he will be off. I wonder where he will go first. I really do look forward to chasing after him despite all the negative things I hear.<br />
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Eating habits of a one year old - Samuel is still nursing..often (thank you to my other nursing mommy friends who support us in our choice to breastfeed past 12 months). Along with that he is eating three meals a day and a snack. It seems that our entire day revolves around food either being cooked or eaten. Right now his top food choices are; capers, cottage cheese, rice, chicken soup, salmon (any fish really), lentils, scrambled eggs, and pasta with marinara sauce. These are just his favorties, he loves almost anything...except birthday cake of any kind. Find by me. Infact, his excellent eating habits have inspired Sam and I to make many changes in our diets. <br />
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Friends and favorites - Samuel is charmer, gaining the attention of store clerks, waiters/waitresses, cashiers, and complete strangers everywhere we go. But when his friends are around (ie. little ones close to his age) he doens't seem phased...and neither do they. I do look forward to the days when he specifically asks for his friend Jayden to come over. However, he may request a visit from Juliet becuase he has a little crush on her Mommy. <br />
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Toys for boys - Any kind of ball or anything resembling a ball is the toy of choice. It's even better if it's a toy that involves the use of many balls so then he can hold one in his hand and play with the others. We thought it was appropriate to have a baseball themed birthday party for him complete with peanuts and crackerjacks...it was a big hit (pun intended).<br />
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Potty time - I know I've been talking about it so much but I am super proud. Samuel is still using the potty daily and I am still handing out stickers....and picking them off my feet later.<br />
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I have learned so much in the past year from this little person and am so amazed at how much he has learned. I lookforward to all the excitment this next year holds. I don't care to hear antying about terrible twos becasue I refuse to go into that time with a rotten outlook. So far this method has proved well.Elizabeth Zammarrellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11594035233139693384noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159055597935673535.post-32434041604867020072011-03-17T21:46:00.000-07:002011-03-17T21:54:29.254-07:00Stickers, stickers everywhere!I just picked yet another sticker up off the floor. As I unstuck it from itself I couldn't help but smile. <br />
Lately I have been pulling stickers off the bottoms of my socks, peeling them off the rug, scraping them off the side of various pieces of furniture, and I believe I removed one from the fluffy cat’s tail. Each time I find one of these once loved but quickly forgotten about mementos my heart melts a little more. I smile, sigh, and find a place to display the little reminder of how much my little boy has learned and grown in the past year. <br />
I imagine that in most homes stickers are forbidden for anyone under the age of five for the reasons I mentioned above. I also imagine you are waiting for me to explain why I so much enjoy finding them all over my house. <br />
Samuel LOVES stickers. We discovered this some time ago and after a few tries he learned not to eat them. He loved them so much that I thought it best to put them away and use them as a reward sometime in the future. As most of you know we recently bought Samuel a potty and began the attempt of potty training early (for those that don't know, we started a few weeks ago, around 11 months). After his first success I decided he needed something special.... A STICKER! He loved it. He stuck it on his leg, held it between his fingers, talked to it, and brought it to lunch. Unfortunately that particular sticker didn't survive lunch. I was bummed that I couldn't save it as a reminder that he actually used the potty but I figured he earned it and could do with it what he wanted (except eat it) and in the years to come there would be plenty of opportunities to hand out stickers. I never thought I would have so many opportunities in the next few weeks.<br />
Since then he has earned at least a dozen stickers for making pee-pees in the potty. I am so proud of him and that is why I smile when I see these stickers, even if they are plastered to my laminate flooring and need a warm compress to remove. I even had to pull one out of the pee filled potty but I did it with pride. My little boy, at 12 months old can now use the potty regularly at least once a day!<br />
A side note; I hesitated blogging about this. I know some will read it and make snide remarks. I have heard it all before regarding my choice to cloth diaper, make my own baby food, and breast feed until he self weans. After more thought I figured those people should stop reading my blog because I plan on there being many more posts bragging about his accomplishments.Elizabeth Zammarrellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11594035233139693384noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159055597935673535.post-88787030595130845612011-01-18T21:26:00.000-08:002011-01-18T21:45:14.393-08:00THE RSVPRSVP (invitations), request for responses<br />
Etymology<br />
From the French RSVP, répondez s'il vous plaît, meaning “reply please”.<br />
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My mother was always one to RSVP within days of receiving an invitation. She thought it impolite to wait and unacceptable to not RSVP at all, so I followed suit. I was never quite sure what "RSVP" stood for but I always knew what it was asking of me. I didn't get the chance to personally request others RSVP until I was 24 and hosting an anniversary party for my parents. The RSVPs came in promptly and all were in before the requested date. (I should note that the majority of the guests were my parent’s age.) The party was perfect. Years later I once again would be asking for an RSVP to a party I was hosting but this time the guest list had a different look. It was a much younger crowd. The RSVP dead line date was drawing nearer and many of the guests hadn't responded. It was right there on the invitation, clear as day, along with the proper contact information. I panicked. "The invitations never got there", was my first thought. I began calling guests and was a bit put off by what I found. The invitations had been delivered but the RSVP was ignored. After making some phone calls and hearing many half hearted apologizes and excuses I came up with a tentative head count (something that is very important when ordering food, planning seating, or preparing gifts for guest.) I became bitter by the lack of respect for the RSVP and began to question if it was something personal. (Unfortunately for them, but thankfully for my feelings, I later found that some others had the same problem.) The party went well and, to my surprise, some guests who didn't RSVP showed up. <br />
Now, as I prepare for my son Samuel's first birthday party I also prepare myself for the dreaded RSVP...or lack thereof. I decided to be proactive and have begun to inform guests of the party two months in advance. I am getting creative with goodies for the kids so as not to be left with bunches of goody bags or worse, not enough. I have planned a menu that will be easy to expand on short notice. I even booked a venue that will comfortably accommodate any amount of people that may show up unexpected. I am also contemplating having the invitations read “Please, please, please RSVP” but that may be pushing it. So, I can only wonder, has the RSVP become a lost art for my generation? <br />
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Another thought (and possible next blog); Are “Thank you” cards no longer expected? For what occasions are they a must and when are they just not necessary?Elizabeth Zammarrellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11594035233139693384noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159055597935673535.post-21990414616625739802010-12-20T09:39:00.000-08:002010-12-20T09:42:00.750-08:00This Week’s Small Change<a href="http://www.simplicityparenting.com/blog/2010/12/this-weeks-small-change/">This Week’s Small Change</a><br />
(the link that got this blog post written)<br />
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I love the concept of "simplicity" especially as it is put by "Simplicity Parenting". <br />
Sam and I have decided to keep gift giving simple by applying the following gift giving rules;<br />
1. 3 gift limit. This rule made shopping fun because I got to pick something special for Samuel just from me. Sam also picked out a special gift for Samuel and we both agreed upon the third. For each other we set a one gift limit and under $10 (for this year). That is a real challenge; we will definitely be applying rule number 2 for this Christmas. <br />
2. Make the presents! Making a present, re-gifting, doing something, or selling/trading something of your own to get something for someone else makes it so much more personable and so much easier on the wallet. We will only apply this to the immediate family so don't worry friends, your little ones will get real presents from us on their birthdays :)<br />
3. Buy it for someone else. When Samuel (and our future children) is old enough to make a list of what he wants we hope to have him purchase a thing or two from the list and then donate it. I recently sent my sister something for her birthday that I would have loved to keep for myself and it felt great to send it to her instead. <br />
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So why am I blogging this? Pretty much to hold myself to it! This is something I have always felt strongly about but for some reason held off on applying until we had a baby (and coincidentally this is the same year we have not a penny to spare on gift giving). <br />
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2011 will be the year of simplifying for me... I can already feel the weight lifting from my shoulders.Elizabeth Zammarrellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11594035233139693384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159055597935673535.post-37726336289959846282010-10-11T05:48:00.001-07:002010-10-11T06:13:36.871-07:00ZooWe are going to the Zoo today and renewing our membership. I am super excited knowing that we can once again go to the zoo any day/time they are open even if we haven't a dollar to spare (that is most days). I <3 Riverbanks Zoo and Gardens....and so do the Sams.
<br />Elizabeth Zammarrellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11594035233139693384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159055597935673535.post-28043683151382029622010-09-09T08:20:00.000-07:002010-09-09T08:44:08.523-07:00It's the little thingsLately my husband has been bringing Samuel into the bathroom when I am showering and lifting him up over the curtain so all I see is his sweet face.<br /><br />Samuel has been grabbing my face with both hands and pulling me into his face so he can give "kisses". In reality I think he is <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">tyring</span> to eat my face or teeth on my chin but I still love it.<br /><br />My husband has taken it upon himself to put together the diapers after they are washed. When I do it before he gets home he seems <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">disappointed</span>.<br /><br />Every time I eat a yogurt I know it only cost me .0625 cents.<br /><br />I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">tried</span> to give Samuel rice cereal last night and he turned it down and wanted to nurse <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">instead</span>.Elizabeth Zammarrellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11594035233139693384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159055597935673535.post-79931628556106243722010-09-06T21:34:00.000-07:002010-09-06T22:21:41.081-07:00What a difference a year makesLast year at this time I was barely pregnant, just enough so that I was starting to tell people. Now, as I approach the 30<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span> anniversary of my own birth (thanks mom), I have a soon to be six month old son and a completely different life.<br />In this past year I have had many accomplishments both large and small and some so seemingly insignificant that their value can only be know by me. Some examples;<br />I have been pregnant<br />I learned to trust God<br />I have been very pregnant<br />I redecorated our house<br />I gave birth<br />I learned to really trust God<br />I gained 35lbs<br />I lost 15lbs in 3 weeks<br />I lost another 10 there after (please, don't do the math)<br />I learned to breast feed<br />I continued to breast feed<br />Those were the most obvious of my accomplishments so let me move to the somewhat smaller ones;<br />I mended friendships<br />I learned to live on a tight budget<br />I held out to 8cm before getting an epidural<br />I made it 3 days straight with only 2 hrs sleep each day<br />I made a 10 hr drive to and from NJ while 6 months pregnant<br />I made a much longer drive to and from NJ with a 4 1/2 month old<br />I have <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">succesfully</span> cloth diapered and will continue to do so<br />And my most favorite seemingly insignificant accomplishments of the past year;<br />I put on weight and loved it<br />I didn't move back to NJ (those who know me know how major this one was)<br />I grew, birthed, and sustained the life of a human being...ME! (and millions of other women I know but to think I did this is amazing...maybe this belongs in the big <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">accomplishements</span> list)<br />I did wake up ever two hrs to nurse the baby<br />I slept comfortably for more than 5 hrs straight<br />I ignored the negative feedback cloth diapering brought me<br />I ignored the judgments of not giving solid foods at 4 months<br />I cooked my husbands <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">favortie</span> foods...often<br />I hosted house guests on 4 different occasions, twice while pregnant and twice with a new baby<br />I learned to live happily on a very tight budget<br /><br />Reading back I think it should all just be on the list of big <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">accomplishements</span>.<br />Years ago I would have told you how I dreaded the idea of ever turning 30 but now I embrace it. My twenties were fantastic (and I will blog on that topic one day) but I believe my thirties are going to be fabulous! 30 IS the new 20!<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"></span>Elizabeth Zammarrellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11594035233139693384noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159055597935673535.post-30141784616539553302010-08-30T16:03:00.000-07:002010-08-30T16:20:31.056-07:00BirthdayA week from today will be the last day I have as a twenty something. My twenties have been great, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">in fact</span> I may just blog about that decade of my life but another time. When turning thirty was months or years away I imagined I would have a big <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">surprise</span> party maybe even something formal with fancy <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">hors</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">d'oeuvres</span> carried around on trays, after baby was born the hors <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">d'oeuvres</span> became hot dogs and the trays turned to paper plate but a party non the less. As it grew closer and I seemed to grow farther away from friends I wanted nothing to do with any of it. What good is a party if you fear no one would show or you have to throw it for yourself? Now I am feeling some regret. Turning <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">thirty</span> is a big event and they only let you do it once (otherwise this would be my 26<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span> birthday, part 4). Is it too late? Could we pull it off in a short amount of time on our budget? Would it matter to me in ten years? I haven't had a birthday party in years and have in the passed vowed to never have one <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">because</span> of previous attempts <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">failing</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">miserably</span>. i need to make a last minute decision and hopefully not regret it either way. How important is turning <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">thirty</span>?Elizabeth Zammarrellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11594035233139693384noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159055597935673535.post-81400514776668279972010-08-28T06:17:00.001-07:002010-08-28T06:27:14.557-07:00Friday NightThe <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Zam</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Fam</span> went to "Party on the Pavement" last night at The Harvest and had a great time. It was humid and hot but that didn't matter when you have a free hot dog, snow cones, music and lots of good friends. We had such a good time we decided to keep the fun going when we got home. We all snuggled in Mommy and Daddy's bed with some goodies and a movie. Than, if you can believe it, Samuel decided he wanted a bottle! For those of you who know our bottle struggle we had given up on it a while ago. But, he started making sucking motions that looked like he was thirsty (with all the sweaty and drooling he must have <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">been</span>) so we decided to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">give</span> it a shot and put about 2oz of water in his bottle. He liked it....go figure. We will try again <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">tonight</span> and s<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">ee</span> what ha<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">ppens</span>. Other than the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">bizarre</span> bottle incident we all had a good time snuggling and watching <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Willy</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">Wonka</span> and the Chocolate Factory. Samuel feel asleep on his own and to no surprise after such a fun filled evening AND the fact that he had a playmate over all day as well.<br />On another note. I've decided to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">take</span> my blog in a new direction. I will continue to randomly blog about family stuff but want to try some blogs about product reviews and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error">couponing</span>. We will see if it happens, I am usually in the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Internet</span> via cell phone these days and not up for typing out a blog post with my thumbs.Elizabeth Zammarrellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11594035233139693384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159055597935673535.post-13292381898779126292010-06-08T21:56:00.001-07:002010-06-08T21:57:31.976-07:00Euphoris has a give away and I want to win but if I don't win I want you to win!<br /><br /><a href="http://www.euphoriababy.com/blog/breastfeeding/june-giveaway-huge-breastfeeding-gift-package/comment-page-1/#comment-3260">http://www.euphoriababy.com/blog/breastfeeding/june-giveaway-huge-breastfeeding-gift-package/comment-page-1/#comment-3260</a>Elizabeth Zammarrellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11594035233139693384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159055597935673535.post-908002017535672922010-05-30T17:37:00.000-07:002010-05-30T17:46:47.409-07:00To blog or not to blog... I'm asking you this question.I really want to keep up with my blogs and initially sat down to write about something that is really agravating me. Then I thought about the people who may read it and din't want to bring anyone down but, then I thought again and wondered "Who's reading my blogs anyway"? I know there are people following but who is reading, who's listening? If you are please let me know. I read other blogs by friends but don't post about what they wrote. I feel like it wasn't written for me to comment on but I think I got it wrong since I so enjoy having my blogs commented on. I will let those people know I am reading.Elizabeth Zammarrellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11594035233139693384noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159055597935673535.post-84092795721326754562010-04-20T22:10:00.000-07:002010-04-21T00:45:31.002-07:00Success - the favorable or prosperous termination of attempts or endeavors.I started working a, legitimate; collect a pay check, on the books job, when I was 16. I got my working papers and applied at A.C. Moore, I got the job. Since my start as a cashier I have held many titles; veterinary assistant, dance teacher, child care provider, waitress, shampoo girl, hair and make-up stylist, after school program supervisor, special education assistant, pre-k teacher, and CAD designer/drafter. <br />When discussing career options you are often asked, "What are you good at?" To this question a confused look would wash over my face and many things would come to mind but, never just one thing. So, my answer would be, "I don't know", or "Well, it's hard to say". With those answers the next question would usually be “What do you like to do?” Again, there are so many things I could list but in terms of careers not one could stand alone and satisfy me. <br />When you're little people ask, "What do you want to be when you grow up?” This one was easy, "A Mommy!” I would reply as if it were an obvious answer. As I got older my answer never changed but expanded to include the title of Wife after realizing the two should go hand in hand. <br />As I sit now in my home listening to my husband snore and my son grunt in his sleep I feel completely satisfied. I finally have a job I love. I have a wonderful “coworker”, the most adorable “client” (thinking about adding a few more), a great office, and the most amazing boss (God!). On a daily basis I get to do almost all the things I like and utilize the things I’m good at. I don’t dread Mondays or wait until Friday to breathe easy. I no longer set my alarm and cringe. I look forward to tomorrow and all I have to do. I take pride in seeing my short term goals met in home-cooked meals and a clean house. I am motivated by my long term goals such as raising children that will contribute to society and God’s kingdom in a positive way. I am grateful for the work my husband does and for his support in what I do and I am thankful for a mother who never questioned my career choice. <br />I have obtained what I set out to achieve, marriage and motherhood, and I look forward to everything they will bring.Elizabeth Zammarrellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11594035233139693384noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159055597935673535.post-13197839813143699072010-04-11T13:36:00.000-07:002010-04-11T13:57:42.416-07:00Jersey BluesMy first blog! And of corse my topic is Jersey. I've been reading my cousins facebook posts about getting ready to move back to NJ and I am ready to get on the next flight and be there too! My heart sinks thinking about all we are missing out on (when I say we I mean me, everything would be new to baby and Sam doesn't miss it at all). The Jersey summer is fast approaching and I am ready for walks on the boards, slices of pizza big enough for two, nights on the deck, over crowded beaches filled with NJ and NY accents, big hair and shiny purses. Most of all, I am ready for FAMILY! Baby Samuel can not spend his days looking at me and Sam thinking this is it. This is not it, there is soooo much I need to share with him. I know NOTHING about SC life and have nothing here to share with him. People offer suggestions but regardless of good directions and opinions I have no roots here and to be honest I have no good reason to be here... OK, I had no good reason to COME here but now we own a house and Sam has a good job, plus we have found a home church. I really feel that all these are replaceable but with consequences. Sam could find a state job in NJ but then we deal with the politics, and we could find a suitable church but the desire for Christ is not the same in NJ (Sam has made roots in our church here but I'll lift right out!) So housing... here is a major problem. We just can't afford to live there. Now what? Maybe Deleware? Excuse me while I re-read what I can't beleive I just thought. Ughhhh, I can't even debate this with myself anymore. That is what this blog is anyway, a debate with myself. But I know my mother and maybe some other family will read so please send me money for air fare! I MUST get home!<br /><br />P.S. Don't comment on my spelling and/or grammer. I don't want to proof read becuase I may change some things and mask my feelings to spare others and Jersey girls don't do that.Elizabeth Zammarrellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11594035233139693384noreply@blogger.com3