tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-304587732024-03-07T15:21:37.335-05:00Sevin SweetnessSuddenly the world seems such a perfect place.Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01398598694179761122noreply@blogger.comBlogger971125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30458773.post-38054191934999013572012-07-06T08:09:00.002-04:002012-07-06T08:09:09.266-04:00Favorite Photo Friday - So Long My Beautiful Friend<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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We had pets growing up and I remember losing each and every one of them. I remember being sad, more sad for certain pets, but losing Sydney was devastating. She got sick about a week ago, and due to dehydration, she just could not recover. Her kidneys failed and I had to make the horrible decision to have her put to sleep.</div>
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I held her in my lap while the vet injected her with an overdose of a sedative. I think she felt the moment before she was going to die because she picked up her head and looked at me. I felt such loss at that moment, I don't know how to describe it. I feel guilty and sad and angry all at once. I miss her so much.</div>
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Cameron took it pretty hard. Olivia doesn't understand. We all cried together. We were with my boyfriend, Chris, and his daughters when I told them and they all cried too. I know that my children are already in a stage of grief over the loss of our "family" because of the divorce, and now they are going to have to grieve the loss of their friend.</div>
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Then there is Fischer. He lost his friend too. I really figured, because he was older, he would be the first to go. Now he is missing his "sister". </div>
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She was a sweet little pup. Rest in peace my little stinky face.</div>Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01398598694179761122noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30458773.post-69525974709566992042012-05-30T21:11:00.001-04:002012-05-30T22:23:09.429-04:00The Hancocks - #s 15 and 16A few weeks ago, on May 8th, Chris and I went hiking. Neither one of us had been hiking since October and we had planned this hike for a couple of weeks. The forecast said rain showers, but we really had to hike. When we woke up to rain we did not hesitate. Okay, maybe we hesitated a little. But the point is, we still went hiking. It probably was not one of my best decisions.<br />
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It was about 50 degrees when we left southern NH and headed toward the Whites to hike the North and South Peaks of Hancock Mountain. By the time we got to the Kancamagus Highway it was pouring rain and ten degrees colder. With rain jackets and determination, we set off on our 9.8 mile hike in "rain showers". About 20 minutes into the hike, I was drenched.<br />
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His team this year is coached by the same coach Olivia has, which makes it very interesting when they both have games at the same time. His team is called "FixmycomputerNH.com". At least I don't have to look very far when I need a computer repair. "Hey, Cam, come here so I can read your shirt!" Cameron still loves baseball. He remembers everything he learned last year and is learning new skills every day. Some of his teammates have never played baseball before. Cameron is usually the only player not fighting over the ball. He stays in his position and waits for the ball to come near him. It will be interesting to watch all the players progress throughout the season.</div>
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Tonight, after seven weeks of classes, three nights a week for five hours a night, I will be taking my State exam. It is the last step before applying for my LNA license. I hope to have a little more free time to take photos, knit and blog. But it was a short-term sacrifice for a long-term gain. The future is bright. I have happy healthy kids, and soon I will have a job that will support us all.<br />
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The kids and I made these Valentines for all their teachers. It was fun! We did not, however, make homemade Valentines for all the kids in their class. I am kicking myself now, because it is something we always do. Next year I will make the effort.</div>
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Olivia and I were taking photos with my phone when I was supposed to be watching Cam play basketball. Alas, though, I spend most of my time entertaining her because...well... she is 4 and has the attention span of a gnat! On this particular day we played a lot of "baby bear". She was the baby and I was the Mama. I really had to stretch my imagination for that role. I kept telling her that it was time for baby bear's nap, but she wasn't buying it. We played about 100 rounds of Tic-Tac-Toe and then I had to resort to an electronic device. No games, just photos. She started off all cute and sweet and then I asked for one more. I had the camera set so we could see the photo as we took it. She had this cute smile, and then just as I snapped the photo, her face went crazy! I almost peed from laughing so hard. I love this kid!!</div>Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01398598694179761122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30458773.post-34128779455564235392012-02-15T21:20:00.000-05:002012-02-15T21:20:29.456-05:0042/365: I Am Not Proud<div style="text-align: center;">
I am not a very observant person. This is not a trait that I am proud of. A new restaurant could go up in my back yard and I would not notice for months. I have walked by this rock dozens of times since moving to the park, and never once noticed that there was a plaque on it. Never mind actually reading it and knowing that Abraham Lincoln's son stood there and read the "Declaration of Independence" on July 4, 1860. Now, I think that is pretty cool. I should learn to open my eyes a little more.</div>
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How can a Mama say no when she asks me if she can "help" do the dishes. Granted, I spend about 20 minutes extra cleaning up her cleaning mess, but I really have nothing to complain about. She is a happy, happy girl.</div>Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01398598694179761122noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30458773.post-72657055361779148962012-02-15T21:13:00.001-05:002012-02-15T21:13:57.209-05:0040/365: I Am a Glutton<div style="text-align: center;">
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The Me & Ollie's Cafe in Newington has desserts that no other Me & Ollie's has, like these cupcakes. These are extra special because they are the first ones I decorated all by myself. I was very proud of myself.</div>
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Last week I went out for a couple of beers with a couple of co-workers. It was the first time hanging out with friends from my new job outside of work and it was a ton of fun! My first beer went down very easily and I only had a chance to take a photo of the empty glass :)</div>
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I took this photo with my Droid and used a photo editing app that I downloaded. I know I really should be using my DSLR, but I am finding that this is easier for now. The next 10 posts or so are all taken with my Droid. Once I am caught up, I will try (I stress "try") to use the DSLR more.</div>Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01398598694179761122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30458773.post-87640243318910647762012-02-09T22:25:00.001-05:002012-02-09T22:28:08.101-05:0036/365: A Super Bowl<div style="text-align: center;">
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Every 365 Project needs one of these! I just didn't think mine would come so early in the year... alas, I cannot worry about it. Maybe I need to buy a really cool clock for when this happens again!</div>Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01398598694179761122noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30458773.post-37219192558295497892012-02-03T22:45:00.000-05:002012-02-03T22:45:17.127-05:0034/365: Coffee Talk<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJkoXAH5fZ4ImuyiuOdhrAkEjWDBGjzhHCkiO4DpjziyAWlqUg8Ni0ZKqY3l0zypFj_J-f_tK2DoTR1nkcoTvxLtkr66amuDl0P3mdm-dVmFv7vEwON7xZpiYfWr8dNHcoAVZw/s1600/cache_1328318549627.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="309" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJkoXAH5fZ4ImuyiuOdhrAkEjWDBGjzhHCkiO4DpjziyAWlqUg8Ni0ZKqY3l0zypFj_J-f_tK2DoTR1nkcoTvxLtkr66amuDl0P3mdm-dVmFv7vEwON7xZpiYfWr8dNHcoAVZw/s400/cache_1328318549627.jpg" width="550" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">Today I met with an old friend to talk about a business opportunity for which I am very excited. I will not share too much right now, but let's just say that I feel empowered today!</div>Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01398598694179761122noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30458773.post-45058704283737419192012-02-03T22:41:00.000-05:002012-02-03T22:41:49.385-05:0033/365: Got My Name Back<div style="text-align: center;">Yesterday I spent the day reclaiming my old identity. Social Security and the DMV have both been officially notified that I am once again "Amanda Jane Phelps". Third time is a charm, I say!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Ugh. Should not have cut her hands off in this photo. But, it is the only one I took this day.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Olivia still loves dance class. I am so happy that she is sticking with it. We are really looking forward to this year's recital. We practice at home, and it won't be long before Cameron knows the routine as well as we do!</div>Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01398598694179761122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30458773.post-17465474487004530762012-02-03T22:34:00.001-05:002012-02-03T22:35:37.815-05:0031/365: Last Day of January<div style="text-align: center;">First time skiing this winter. Actually, to be fair, it is my first time skiing in about 12 years! But, it is like riding a bike. It all came back to me. I went to Gunstock with my dear friend Lee Anne and we had a fabulous time! I so enjoy her company.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">On Monday I realized I could not find my hat and I was going skiing the next day. So, having some free time on my hands without the kids, I sat down and I knit a hat. I really, really like it!</div>Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01398598694179761122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30458773.post-31983942238761470242012-02-03T20:20:00.000-05:002012-02-03T20:20:59.568-05:0029/365: January Heat Wave<div style="text-align: center;">This winter has been ridiculously warm. We are not sledding at Stratham Hill Park, we are playing on the playground. Outrageous!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">My friend Lee. She is beautiful, kind, giving, funny and fantastic! I am so lucky to have her in my life. Last weekend she and her two boys spent the weekend at our house. The kids had an absolute blast having a sleepover. The next morning she treated us to a "Music Together" class that she is trying out. She is a music educator and quite talented. The class was so much fun for the parents and the kids.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Cameron is my shy guy, but the class was so much fun that he participated in the whole entire thing. Olivia was having so much fun that I couldn't take a photo of her, but she was there.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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Lee's littlest one, Charlie, wearing big brother Casey's boots. He was so proud.</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div>Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01398598694179761122noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30458773.post-39598558908094602452012-01-29T14:05:00.000-05:002012-01-29T14:05:46.064-05:0026/365: Yogurt Drink in Solid Form<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIwgyaJLr8kCGUnvuSlWgm_8qyF31UgZJHpZLgzu-QlKbt9dJOfahaID9xztZGcefCfdY72r4oX8Bu_1TOayd5feq5G-v_RKy_6XOIscC4efWNMyMxvMJF3CuGy6y_iyV_iviw/s1600/DSC_0004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="550" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIwgyaJLr8kCGUnvuSlWgm_8qyF31UgZJHpZLgzu-QlKbt9dJOfahaID9xztZGcefCfdY72r4oX8Bu_1TOayd5feq5G-v_RKy_6XOIscC4efWNMyMxvMJF3CuGy6y_iyV_iviw/s1600/DSC_0004.JPG" width="364" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
Yum!</div>Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01398598694179761122noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30458773.post-45212647542294827812012-01-29T12:46:00.000-05:002012-01-29T12:46:15.174-05:0025/365: Our New Routine<div style="text-align: center;">When we lived in the Lakes Region, Olivia and I had a dance class day tradition of getting a blueberry muffin at a local coffee shop. You can read about one of those adventures <a href="http://sevinsweetness.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-71-blueberry-muffins-and-dance-joy.html">here</a>. Since moving to Stratham we have found a new place for our Wednesday morning dance class routine. There is this local place called Country View Restaurant. The kids call it "The Moose Place" because it has a picture of a moose on the sign. I had been here a few times with my parents over the course of my lifetime, but now it is "our place". The waitresses all know us by name and take very good care of us whenever we are there. Olivia orders a chocolate chip pancake and gets chocolate all over her face. Donna, one of our waitresses, has a little girl and we will soon be getting together for a play date. Maybe even some skiing. We like the restaurant, even though Olivia's face in this photo tells a different story...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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On a side note, the camera on my Droid is garbage. I should have taken the plunge and got an iPhone (although it was far from FREE and I couldn't pass up FREE since I can't pay my heating bill...)</div>Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01398598694179761122noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30458773.post-43949729741054794212012-01-26T10:38:00.000-05:002012-01-26T10:38:03.451-05:0024/365: Yogurt Smoothies<div style="text-align: center;">Ingredients:</div><div style="text-align: center;">1 or 2 ripe bananas (can be frozen)</div><div style="text-align: center;">1 cup frozen berries (we use strawberries and blueberries from the summer)</div><div style="text-align: center;">1 1/2 cups yogurt (Stonyfield Farms Organic Blueberry)</div><div style="text-align: center;">1/2 cup citrus juice such as OJ or grapefruit (pineapple would work too)</div><div style="text-align: center;">2-3 tbsp Wheat Germ</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Put all the ingredients in a blender or food processor and blend together. Use the leftovers to make yogurt popsicles. These are a hit at my house and they are so yummy and so good for their growing bodies. I love that they love to eat healthy! They love to eat junk too, but I just pretend they don't.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01398598694179761122noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30458773.post-52931495237640361352012-01-26T10:31:00.000-05:002012-01-26T10:31:35.104-05:0023/365<div style="text-align: center;">On Monday I got to spend another day with Olivia. The snow was perfect for sledding and for building a snowman, so that is exactly what we did!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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Sledding together was so much fun. She is growing up, but she is still my baby girl. When she sat on the sled between my legs she felt tiny. I love to hug and squeeze her and kiss her beautiful face. I am glad she tolerates all my loving.<br />
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Just look at her adorable face. I just can't resist kissing those cheeks! <br />
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She named her snowman "Butterfly". I think he is pretty "fly"... ha ha. Oh boy, I am going to embarrass my kids when they are teenagers!<br />
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She talks to her snowmen. She actually loves them and plays with them like they are real. But, she does not cry when they melt. She understands and gets excited to make a new one every time it snows!<br />
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Happy, happy Winter!!!</div>Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01398598694179761122noreply@blogger.com1