tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55886134537421522542024-03-12T21:52:27.969-05:00with love, mamasharing my journey through motherhood and trying to better myself in the process. this blog is about family, fashion, beauty, and faith. come along on the ride with me, won't you?Sabinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12917452112038684139noreply@blogger.comBlogger434125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588613453742152254.post-29290973221532415722014-06-25T18:22:00.003-05:002014-06-25T18:22:18.297-05:00strawberry pickingi really can't believe that the last time b or i have gone strawberry picking was when we were wee little tikes. this was such a super fun time! there is something so great about getting down into a plant and choosing your own ripe red berry to pop into your both that satisfies all senses. caleb was just picking strawberries left and right and eating all of them. he would yell out, "ooh here's a good one!" and plop it in. mom came with and even though it was hot and she was sore from her previous day's work, she loved it as well. annual tradition for us.<br />
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<br />Sabinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12917452112038684139noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588613453742152254.post-84746810302657196082014-06-17T07:00:00.000-05:002014-06-17T07:00:00.127-05:00fun with play-dohbeing home for the summer is the best perk of my job as a teacher. i have the best of both worlds, a wonderful career, and being home with my son a lot! we love playing with play-doh and here are some of our creations. i was pretty proud of my watermelon making skills. caleb's favorites are making ice-cream, rockets, and caterpillars.<br />
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what are some things you have created with play-doh?Sabinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12917452112038684139noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588613453742152254.post-73436943109971096282014-06-16T15:21:00.001-05:002014-06-16T15:21:20.657-05:00fathers<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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from the first few days of life, and even before that when caleb was growing inside me, brian was an amazing father. he took to this role instantly and ever most tenderly. he was always talking about how he couldn't wait for caleb to grow a little bigger so that they can do things together like play ball or go fishing.<br />
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this weekend was the first actual time they went fishing. caleb, as you can see, loved it. b showed just as much love back to him with his patience in helping him cast his pole and also saving it from accidental drowning as caleb threw it in the pond. </div>
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to the most loving father i know. i know that caleb will experience the kind of love that i never did growing up, and it makes me love b even more.</div>
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Sabinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12917452112038684139noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588613453742152254.post-70365979419713726262014-05-04T13:12:00.000-05:002014-05-04T13:12:10.616-05:00caleb's life lessonsas we were walking through the parking lot yesterday to go into target, caleb picked up a piece of trash from the ground. i immediately told him to drop it because it was yucky. he looked at me seriously and said, "no mama, we have to throw it in the garbage!" <i>picture this with the best 3 year old serious face complete with a brow furrow and duck lips to show his insistence.</i><br />
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today caleb, you taught me not to pass up a time to do something helpful for the earth and that it's no big deal to pick up trash, we just go in and wash our hands.<br />
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thank you for that life lesson. i will always cherish your strong will to do the right thing.<br />
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<i>mama</i>Sabinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12917452112038684139noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588613453742152254.post-5142804042113376192014-04-22T19:52:00.001-05:002014-04-22T19:52:07.416-05:00Easter Caleb was so excited for Easter this year. With each passing year, he is able to comprehend more meaning surrounding these celebrations. This year, he was most excited about the Easter Bunny bringing him eggs to find in the yard. We also went to a traditional Polish Easter basket blessing where Fr. Joe accidentally got holy water in Caleb's eye, and Caleb let him know it, so Father decided to have some fun with him during the blessing. We hosted our families and the mister made a killer spread as usual. It was such a glorious day filled with the warmest weather and gratitude for how much Jesus loves us.<br />
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<br />Sabinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12917452112038684139noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588613453742152254.post-88779344316317351892014-04-14T06:29:00.003-05:002014-04-14T06:29:24.593-05:00week one I finally have enough resolve to take a true look at myself and see that I am not happy with my appearance to do something about it.<br />
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Today was week one of waking up before work to begin my road back to fitness and health. It is hard talking about weight loss for obvious reasons, and I have been in denial for long enough so here it goes. <br />
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After I had Caleb I was super fit and in great shape, but as soon as I stopped nursing 2.5 years ago, the weight has been creeping up slowly and I've been ignoring it <i>to a point.</i> I thought to myself that I looked fine, I should stop being so self critical.<br />
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I didn't like the way I felt about myself because I knew what my potential was. So, just talking to a friend of mine has finally motivated me enough to kick it into high gear. I have tried getting up early before to no avail, and have done a half ass attempt at working out after work for about a year without being consistent resulting in yo-yo weight loss and gain. <br />
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I would think to myself that this is just the way I am going to look like now and I should accept it. Well that all changed last Friday at work when I was asking my friend how <i>she </i>does it, I mean get up at 4:45 AM to exercise?! I asked her what her motivation is and she said these simple but powerful words to me, "I want to exercise". Hearing these words said so plainly hit me like my toddler running full force and jumping on my stomach. It took my breath away for a moment<i>. </i><br />
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<i>"Because I want to exercise.</i>" <br />
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Those simple words changed the way that I look at myself and my situation of working full time and being a mama and wife. I want to feel better and look strong and healthy. In order to do that I have to make the effort and I am so glad that I have begun.Sabinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12917452112038684139noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588613453742152254.post-41533925450318121222014-03-30T21:20:00.000-05:002014-03-30T21:21:32.712-05:0036<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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as i reflect on my birthday today, i want to write down all the moments i don't want to ever forget. these are not in any particular order.<br />
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<li><span style="font-size: small;">caleb running into our room this morning wishing me a happy <i>birfday </i>carrying a present that i wasn't to open yet.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">b baking me the most incredible peanut butter chocolate ganache cake. this was his first time baking a cake and it was one of the <u>best</u> cakes i've ever had.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">getting flowers delivered to my house from my best friend, it was so thoughtful and totally unexpected.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">seeing my sister on facetime and spending some birthday "time" together.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">seeing the almost finished gift that b made for me that just shows how much he listens and cares(more on this gift upon its completion).</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">having wayne goss surprise the heck out of me at my birthday- <i>little side joke with the mister about my brush crush. <a href="http://www.beautylish.com/s/wayne-goss-brush-02" target="_blank">wayne goss brush here</a></i></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">going to mass together as a family, b obliged since it was my birthday.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">being able to go out on a nice walk after dinner for the first time this year.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">having my little angel sing happy birthday to me today. </span></li>
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i had a bit of a scare when i was sent to the emergency room due to experiencing some chest pains for a few days. i had the gamut of tests run and nothing came back that was indicating any serious heart issues. i followed up with my primary doc to be told that it was caused by stress. really?! so his advice for better health is to date my husband weekly, go out with my girlies more, find a hobby to do, and get back to doing things that i used to enjoy. <br />
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so i am taking his advice and doing just that, starting with blogging again. <br />
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for some reason i feel guilty doing anything for myself because that means i am taking time away from caleb when i'm already away from him for 8 hours each day. he is growing up so fast, and i keep being reminded of that <b><u>all</u></b> the time. there were a lot of things going through my brain like, how much i miss him being a baby and that he will be in school in a year and a half, and then an adult in the blink of an eye... you know all the typical things that moms think about coupled with the every day stressors of working full time, trying not to ignore my husband, the house, eating healthy, making time for exercise, my failures, things that i did not accomplish and how bad i felt about not doing the simplest tasks and the list goes on. <br />
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i found that i would spend too much time doing stupid things like watching YouTube beauty videos each night after caleb went to bed instead of staying up to watch a program and snuggle with the mister and just being together <i>alone.</i> also, my prayer life was dwindling because i was trying to cram it in while driving instead of just taking a few quiet moments before bed to thank the Lord. instead i was forcing myself to pray the rosary, divine mercy chaplet, morning prayers and night prayers. i felt like i wasn't doing a good job anywhere. meanwhile my dear husband would yet take on another thing onto to his already over flowing plate to help me out and lighten my stress all the while adding more to his. i am so blessed and lucky to have such a great man in my life and i've taken that for granted too many times. <br />
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what happened to me? to us? i told myself that i would never be that kind of person that forgets about them self, but yet here i am trying to find my way back. i am starting slowly by returning to things that make me happy, and this blog is one of these things.Sabinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12917452112038684139noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588613453742152254.post-82602965442284068062013-04-03T08:48:00.002-05:002013-04-03T08:48:29.186-05:00hiatusi'm sorry that i have been on a long hiatus, but i am currently trying to figure out a new direction i'd like to take with my blog that includes a whole new redesign.<br />
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as with all things, this takes time and for me, trying to figure out how to dedicate more time to my blog without neglecting my family, my home, and sleep deprivation. bare with me.Sabinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12917452112038684139noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588613453742152254.post-37353528376771592362013-01-22T19:59:00.000-06:002013-01-22T19:59:00.897-06:00last supper and some funnies<div style="text-align: center;">
it's always very hard to say good-bye to my sister after her visit. we tried to make it light hearted this time, no tears. i guess we were too chill because she made her flight with 10 minutes to spare! </div>
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caleb loves to help out in the kitchen whenever he can. so, recently my talented mister, has been building up a storm of cute things for caleb to use, including this nice step stool. it's perfect for caleb to use when he wants to help make us coffee or whatever he decides to do in the kitchen.</div>
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it seems that it has become our tradition to fondue every new years</div>
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this was the spread for this year</div>
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steak, shrooms, broccoli, and chicken boobs</div>
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b made his magical potion to cook it all in</div>
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we also had 2 dipping sauces that b whipped up</div>
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caleb was into the party scene for about 5 minutes </div>
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so we had to take advantage while we could</div>
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oh the horns, give a kid a horn and he could amuse himself all day</div>
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here's a couple blooper scenes, (<i> don't be mad sis)</i></div>
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christmas eve with mama</div>
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pops getting his ww2 mugs from g-funk</div>
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caleb came down with a fever on christmas day of 103, he was so sad, but snuggling with ga ga was healing</div>
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the best present from ga ga was this inflatable dino we coined zilla</div>
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just us girls in front of the town tree</div>
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ga ga waking up with her morning coffee while i make her pose</div>
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the polish tradition of breaking oplatki and giving blessings to those around us is a huge tradition that caleb got to actually partake in this year. this polish tradition is part of the whole christmas eve dinner extravaganza, wigilia.</div>
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i love that when my sister and i are together we are able to share clothes. we had a ton of fun just playing around with outfits, hair, and make up. i adore her.Sabinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12917452112038684139noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588613453742152254.post-61465415009200201762013-01-05T12:00:00.000-06:002013-01-05T12:00:02.983-06:00holiday cheeri'm a bit slow on organizing and editing all the photos from the holidays. but, i have a few ready of some places we went to visit. we drove to a local town for a beautiful light show on the property of this hotel, and then we went inside for a magical snow village.<br />
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each year, we love to drive around and look at christmas lights, and have decided to start a new tradition with our friends. each winter we will bundle up the kiddos in their jammies, bring some hot chocolate with us, and head out to this cute little place and let the kids explore the magic of christmas.<br />
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here is one using some new finds at the store and a self made cargo vest. it was my first adventure in recreating something and i am quite pleased with how it turned out. it was rather simple really, all i did was cut the sleeves off the jacket and voila!<br />
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<br />Sabinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12917452112038684139noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588613453742152254.post-27784167423538961082013-01-03T18:53:00.001-06:002013-01-03T18:53:52.820-06:00mama stylei wore this look to church on christmas day. the necklace was a gift from the mister that i hinted at. i went with all black with different textures and of course my pop of color.<br />
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<span id="goog_662399520"></span><span id="goog_662399521"></span><br />Sabinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12917452112038684139noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588613453742152254.post-35547606738277811662012-12-29T21:00:00.001-06:002012-12-29T21:02:54.547-06:00california funwe had ourselves an amazing time in cali for our 4 day trip to see my lil' sis graduate from nursing school, with honors might i add.<br />
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i was so worried about missing caleb and brian, and i did at times. but i have to say that people were right about having time away and that it would do this mama some good. i was fine until we skyped with caleb and he was just beside himself in tears, and asked b to go outside so he can look for me in the sky on the airplane. <em><strong><u>we all lost it then.</u></strong></em><br />
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Sabinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12917452112038684139noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588613453742152254.post-58963753556889273432012-12-17T06:37:00.002-06:002012-12-18T06:37:39.434-06:00trimming the treejust a few snap shots of tree decorating and starting our first elf of the shelf tradition this year. we decided on the name of elfie, for our elf, i know so traditional, however it so works for caleb. he loves finding elfie each morning. he also knows what day we are on the advent calendar to get his "big chocolate". <br />
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we put our tree up in stages, it took us about a week to slowly do it. i wasn't in a rush this year and really liked the simplicity of just having the lights on. i also wanted to take the commercialization focus off of all the decorating, and focus on the true celebration of christmas which is Jesus. caleb loves Jesus and talks about Him all the time.<br />
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<br />Sabinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12917452112038684139noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588613453742152254.post-54779366755365085192012-12-13T19:57:00.001-06:002012-12-13T19:57:29.985-06:00california withouti will be leaving to see my sis graduate from nursing school next week in california. i have to leave caleb for 4 days with b, and i don't know who i should worry about more.<br />
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i have never been away from caleb over night, and going for 4 days is going to be hard. i imagine myself bawling when i have to leave him, and thinking about him every second asking b where i am and that he wants me. it's already tearing me up inside.<br />
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i am trying to keep my focus on the awesome accomplishment of my sister, and sharing that moment with her and my mama. we are going to have a great time and tear it up while we're there i'm sure, but my heart will always be with caleb.<br />
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how do traveling mama's deal?<br />
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please pardon this crappy quality, lighting is an issue around here. cozy and comfy and in my new boots.Sabinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12917452112038684139noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588613453742152254.post-53334921193927478502012-11-29T07:00:00.000-06:002012-11-30T06:56:04.848-06:00santa?my dearest caleb, <br />
we took you to see santa for the first time this year and you were a bit unsure of why i was trying to get you to set on his lap, but when you saw the sucker he had for you, you lit up like the most beautiful christmas tree.<br />
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all you have been asking for this christmas is suckers, what a great surprise to get one. when we finished eating our lunch, you decided that it would be ok give pound it with santa.<br />
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<br />Sabinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12917452112038684139noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588613453742152254.post-84323541591097260682012-11-27T07:00:00.000-06:002012-11-27T07:00:10.058-06:00time outcaleb loves time outs and will put himself in them often. he is very good at sitting there until we take him off and says that he is a bad boy. we can't help but crack up silently as we hear that little voice say those words to himself. it's not like he goes into time out a lot either, just a few times. <br />
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today, caleb put his chick in time out and was cracking himself up talking to it.<br />
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ahhh good times.<br />
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<br />Sabinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12917452112038684139noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588613453742152254.post-16829189255024531452012-11-25T20:03:00.005-06:002012-11-25T20:03:52.092-06:00gobble gobble 2012<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i> on our way to the food bank delivering groceries that we bought, it felt good to give</i></div>
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<i>on the way back, we treated ourselves to some sweets from the chocolate shop</i></div>
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<i>in addition to the turkey we made, the mister also smoked a breast, delish</i></div>
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<i>madre and moi</i></div>
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<i>bagging up the goodies for everyone to take home</i></div>
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<i>family photo with my sis facetiming with us</i></div>
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<i>mama and the most handsome boy</i></div>
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<i>my loves</i></div>
Sabinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12917452112038684139noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588613453742152254.post-60034615675732739302012-11-15T08:00:00.000-06:002012-11-15T08:00:03.944-06:00mama styleso i had a photo-bomber while trying to shoot my outfit pics, i didn't get any decent pictures except for the adorable boy who loves to get his picture taken.<br />
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cardi: loft via goodwill jeggings: target (old) boots: plato's closet top? leaf necklace: world market (current)Sabinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12917452112038684139noreply@blogger.com0