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Thursday, May 19, 2011

I'm Baaaaaaaaaaaaack!

I can’t believe how long it has been since my last entry…I feel like it was the longest winter and the quickest at the same time.  Easter got here before I had a chance to blink and the summer is upon us.  This is my favorite and worst time of year for totally different reasons of course.  I used to adore the summer.  I am a huge beach fan (growing up on Long Island close to the beach will do that to a girl) and I am always cold so I LOVE warm weather.  I love hot sand and cold water and just getting out of the house without a million layers is wonderful.  I hate shoes so I wear flip flops from April until October.  I only hate the summer because of my job.  This will be my 8th summer in a row that will pass before my eyes in the time it takes to blink.  I guess one exception may be the summer I had Nate because I felt like I was pregnant forever and he was born August 3rd and then I was on maternity leave.  That was a great summer J

We have packed a lot into the weekends of the past 2 months…Easter which was great because Nate was old enough this year to go on an egg hunt and enjoy coloring eggs, not to mention my kick ass bunny cake…Nate and I having a great afternoon at the beach...my Mother’s 60th birthday dinner which was filled with delicious food and good company…Mother’s Day which I enjoyed by spending the day with Love, Nate and my parents…and finally last weekend which was a 4-day weekend for us since we traveled to NH for our niece’s Communion.  Here are pictures of everything so I don’t have to convince you what a good time we’re having.  I’ll let the pictures speak for themselves…

Nate's Easter Basket

Nate after the egg hunt

My delicious bunny cake

Nate had to eat one of the ears

My Mom

My Dad

Love continues to be the faceless man

Nate at the beach



My Mom the Birthday girl

The desserts were so yummy

Opening all of her gifts

Cutie pie Nate at Madison's Communion

Madison & Nate - how pretty is she?

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