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March 23, 2010

I know that my lack of posting is only hurting me, my only reader and number one fan. The reason for starting this blog, aside from being laid up before and after back surgery over a year ago, was so that I would have something to share with the kids as they grow so they can see what we were up to at various stages of their lives. I was never a scrapbooker so I figured this was the lazy mom’s way to make up for it. We’ve just been so busy lately. Both kids have been playing a lot of sports, an absolute necessity especially for Michael and his hyperactive ways.

My businesses are both going well. My independent recruiting business, Hire Logic LLC, is keeping me busy which is great. I also love the work I’m doing as an Independent Consultant for Rodan + Fields Dermatologists. The products are the best ever and the money is good and getting better. I look forward to the day when I might be able to walk away from recruiting altogether and just focus on Rodan + Fields. It’s much more fun!

The reason for leaving my stable corporate position was to make life easier for the kids and for the family as a whole. So far I would say it’s been a huge success. I’m volunteering at the kids’ schools and we don’t have to utilize latchkey. The kids and I get a lot more time together and this will all be even more important next year when Michael starts kindergarten. I enjoy being accountable to myself from a business perspective. The only downside of this arrangement is that I raid the pantry far too often. That’s something that has to change.

We got a new puppy last week because, you know, life wasn’t hectic enough. Our pal Pat sent pictures of puppies that were Husky/Golden Retriever mixes. That’s all it took because Mike and I are suckers. I’ve spent the last week working and wiping up puppy pee-pee. I’ve been asking myself why a lot this week. That said, Maggie (Marian named her. I wanted a non-M name but was overruled) is super cute and her and Murphy have already become best buds. Here are a few pictures.


Morning glory

September 29, 2009

This morning I woke up to drag myself to the gym before work. I am lucky enough to now be working from home with a reduced schedule of 30 hours a week. I’m able to go to the gym for an hour and still be back home by 7:30am. When I get home Mike can leave for work and then I shower, get the kids ready and drop them off at school. I am spoiled for having this schedule. Although, at the moment I don’t feel spoiled. I feel sore. Even typing this is making the muscles (or lack thereof) in my arms hurt. Perhaps I should have mentioned that I’ve only been going to the gym for three days now. It’s painfully obvious to me and my body that I haven’t been to a gym in over a year…or seven. Ok, sorry, back to this morning and how it was so different than most. I came in from the gym and both of the kids were still asleep at 7:30am which is a major rarity in the Sly household. I started making their lunches when I began to hear little voices. It took me a few minutes to realize that I wasn’t hearing the TV yet and that’s typically the first thing they do when they wake up. They sit on the couch and zone out for a few minutes while they wake up. Not today though. After about ten minutes I went to see what they were doing and why they were being so quiet. I followed their low voices down the hall and found them in the “office”.

**Keep in mind, we’re in the throws of changing Michael’s old room into an office for me so the kids are sharing Marian’s room. I reference this because of the amount of junk you will see when you view the picture below.

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She’s helping him play a game on Webkinz! How cute is that? I love their bed head. It’s nothing compared to my bed head and for that they should be very thankful. The TV never didget turned on this morning. They went from this to eating breakfast, getting dressed, brushing teeth and then playing house until it was time to leave for school. They were both bummed to have to stop playing together and I quickly assured them that the good times could resume this afternoon when they returned from school. This was a great start to the day and one that I want to be sure to remember, especially when they are sulking teenagers that hate their parents and each other. I’ll make them read this post over and over until they hug it out and profess their love for each other (and their super awesome mom).

Our little Jack-O-Lantern

October 27, 2008

Another fun filled, action packed and therefore unproductive weekend with the Sly family. These weekends are lovely and yet then we are left scrambling Sunday night to get everything done. We went costume shopping, had soccer games, birthday parties, get-togethers and pumpkin carving. Oh, and the Spartans won while Mike sat, smushed like a bug, in the Big House watching. Marian’s goal for the weekend was to get rid of her front tooth. It had been loose and dangling for some time. Saturday she and I took turns tugging on it and then Sunday she yanked it out herself. She was so proud. I’m sure she’s just a money hungry little girl, but I still love her. Though this is the third tooth she’s lost, it’s the first actual one to go under her pillow. The first tooth was lost on the soccer field so she wrote a note to the Toothfairy to leave under the pillow. The second tooth came out while camping but thankfully the Toothfairy travels. So, this is a momentous evening for us. Tomorrow we have Marian’s parent-teacher conference. Afterwards I’m going to make what sounds like a very heart healthy tater-tot casserole. I’m hoping the kids will like it and tell me that I’m the best maker. Yes, that’s what they say when they like my cooking. “Mom, you are the best maker”. Adorable, yes? Little do they know that I am so very not the best maker. Not even a little bit. Check out Marian’s new grin.

Rotten children

September 15, 2008

First, let me start off this rant by saying that in no way are my complaints about this weekend comparable to anyone affected by Ike. My cousin Jerry and his family live near Houston and had to evacuate, but thankfully  they are safe and their house is without damage. My heart goes out to everyone who lost so much down there. Never the less, I am a petty person and now I’m going to let you know how our weekend was. We pretty much spent the entire weekend trying NOT to kill the children. They were beyond horrible this weekend. Saturday I was crabbier than I’ve ever been (think I cut back too much, too quickly on the Oxycotin) so I literally had to lock myself in the bedroom all day so as to shield my family from my wrath. Sunday was a bit better but the rain ALL weekend meant the kids had more energy to burn than normal and Mike and I had WAY less patience than normal. The kids also decided this weekend that they should be roomies. Mike and I were too exhausted to care where they slept, as long as they did. Marian has a bunk bed so Michael took the bottom bunk on Saturday night and they did ok.  Sunday though, Michael decided the bottom bunk is scary (kind of cave-like). When I went to tuck them in, the picture below is what I found. I was already feeling terrible and Mike and I had deemed ourselves the worst parents ever and then to see this have your heart melt. G-U-I-L-T!!! Funny that kids don’t even flinch when you take flash photos of them in the night. Hope your weekend was better than ours, and that next weekend is better for everyone!

Marian sleeping with her scared little brother

Marian sleeping with her scared little brother

A lot can happen in a week

September 1, 2008

I’m sure I will ramble incoherently because so much has happened this week, and I am still on some fairly strong pain medications. Apologies in advance. First, Mike got a great promotion at work which is really exciting. He’ll be able to learn an entirely different function of the business and he’ll have at least five direct reports as an Operations Manager. That was the first bit of excitement. The second is that I had my pals Pat and Lacy drop their Golden Retriever off one day this week to keep me company. Her name is Laya and she’s very cute. The thing that killed me is that Seamus (the crazy cat) seemed to think that Laya was Griffey. It was sad and sweet all at the same time. Seamus kept following the dog and trying to rub up against her. Normally, when a random dog enters a house run by a cat the cat will either hide or give the dog a few swats with the paw. None of that from our friend Seamus, who clearly misses his pal as much as we do. Here are a few pictures of Seamus trying to get Laya to start acting like Griffey.


Hey, why you running from me dog?

Hey, why you running from me dog?

See, I knew you loved me

See, I knew you loved me

Moving on to the next fun thing, Michael turned four yesterday! He gave up the paci’s that he still used at bedtime with no trouble at all. He’s a big kid now, afterall. He is way too cool for himself. He is obessed with Star Wars and skateboards. I think Ryan Sheckler and Tony Hawk better watch their back, cause this kid’s got skills. Look, he’s popping a wheelie within three seconds on his Sponge Bob skateboard!

And finally, I’m healing really quickly (if you ask me, anyway). Today I even snuck out with Mike and the kids to go get new school shoes for Marian and Michael. Marian starts first grade tomorrow and Michael starts 4 year old preschool next Monday. Before I get all the emails telling me that I shouldn’t have snuck out, I did take my walker with me. Yes, you heard me correctly. I wore the back brace (on the outside of my shirt) and used the walker. I was a sight for sore eyes. I’m sure you can picture how cool I was looking and no…there won’t be a picture posted below.

Oh, and lastly, I’ve become completely obsessed with the show “Lost”. I watched all of the first season last week and Mike went and rented season two. I can’t wait!

July 4th holiday fun and start of this blog

July 11, 2008

I thought it would be fitting to show you what my loving family was up to while I was bedridden last week. In fact, the day I started this blog was on July 4th itself. After taking the kids to a little parade down the road Mike headed off to a friend’s family house on a private lake. Mike has fun with water sports but he can take it or leave it whether it’s the lake, ocean or even the pool. I however, am obsessed with water. I’ve done it all: swim team, lifeguard, scuba diving, waterskiing, tubing, snorkeling, jet skiing, wave running, sailing, sea kayaking and windsurfing. The one thing I’ve not yet tried but still hope to is surfing.


I made Mike promise to take lots of pictures and I’m ashamed to say that I was ridiculously jealous when I saw them. In my defense, I was on day nine of being bedridden and I was crabby to say the least. Mike told our friend Casey (the driver of the boat) that this would have been the kind of day that I would have killed for. So, as jealous as I was he felt the pain for me knowing that I was missing it. The one thing I’m thrilled about is that the kids are really starting to get into the water sports too. They are VERY tentative at first but once they feel secure they are all over it. Here’s a few pictures of the Sly family (minus me) whooping it up on the 4th.


Pretty crafty name, huh?

July 4, 2008

Ok, so given that Sly is my last name, the title for this blog is far from crafty. I too, am far from crafty but you’ll come to find that out if you keep reading. Names in our family have all required very little thought. To begin, my maiden name was Hussey. Molly Hussey. Yes, you go ahead and laugh all you like. It was a character builder if nothing else. So, lots of fun was had with that during high school and college. My ninth grade gym teacher, Mr. Goble loved me. I was the third Hussey he had taught as two of my older cousins attended the same school. We were all athletically inclined, though my cousins were far more gifted than I. Regardless, he used to call on me to demonstrate what we would be doing in class. “Hussey, show them how we’re doing the freestyle/backstroke combo”…”Hussey, show us what a layup is” and on and on. Finally one day, this girl (who ended up being my best friend) finally turned to me and said, “What the hell did he just call you??!!”. I went on to college at Michigan State and happened to fall in love with a fellow named Mike Sly. EVERYONE called him Sly so I thought it was his nickname. I really didn’t know his first name until we actually started dating. We graduated, moved to Chicago, had way too much fun and then got married. Six months after we were married (still living in Chicago) the phone rang at around 12am. We assumed it was any one of our drunken friends so we opted not to answer it. However, it rang again so clearly someone must have died. Mike jumped up to grab the phone only to hear screaming from the other end of the line about how Jay Leno had just held up our wedding announcement (Hussey-Sly or Sly-Hussey, I’m never sure which goes first). He made some crack about how he would have liked to be at our wedding reception. We received several calls that night and it was even on a rerun. We missed it both times, thus sleeping through our 15 seconds of fame. We didn’t even know we HAD a wedding announcement. His mom put one in the Port Huron (tiny) newspaper and somehow it made it to Leno. So, Mike and Molly Sly is how we roll these days. Our kids are Marian, who’s six and very sassy. She was named after my mother who passed away about a month before we got pregnant. My mom was Mary Ann but because of the brogue of her elders she was always called Marian. Mike’s grandmother, mother and sister all have Faye as a middle name. So, naming our daughter was just a natural and touching experience for us – Marian Faye Sly. Our youngest is a wild and crazy boy that will be four at the end of August. Mike and his dad are both Michaels but they have different middle names to avoid the whole Sr., Jr., II, III situation. My father, who had passed away when I was in high school was Phillip James Hussey. So again, for our son, there were no baby name books required. Michael Phillip Sly he was. The thing we find so funny is that regardless of what we named these beautiful kids of ours, once they hit a certain age all their friends are going to call them Sly. In fact, I’ve already seen some of Marian’s camp counselors calling her Sly.

I see that I’ve failed to mention the point of this blog. I’m hoping to figure that out as I go…