gone with the wind

Every time we have a party here, it seems, we get some strange weather. Our first April here, it snowed on Isaac's birthday, the following year it blew a rainstorm in during his party, this year we were forced to move the party inside because the wind was gusting so badly we couldn't open our back door.

Today was no exception. After days of heat and low breezes, we had a cooler day (yay!). Perfect for Rob's birthday "fiesta" party. Everything was
ready, and people were arriving. Fun was being had by the large quantity of children (things really change party-wise post kids). I got our taco bar ready for supper...and the wind turned up a LOT. We couldn't sit outside anymore, because everything was blowing away!




So, like at Isaac's 5th party, we moved inside. We didn't have quite as many people tonight, only 15 kids and 11 adults. Still, it was pretty crazy getting the kids to picnic on the kitchen floor. Fun though. Oh, and we did the pinata with the kids inside. I was very thankful that I had bought a pinata that had a ribbon option, so no small children (Isaac was the oldest) needed to wield a broomstick in order to gain candy. Lots of fun. (yes, I am wearing a princess tiara, it's one of the girls' ones)













It was good. Very good. I was happy that Carolyn liked the drink I styled after the one she served at D's birthday this week better than the one she had. I was thrilled that so many of our newer friends came out to help celebrate Rob's day. Thrilled that we have more playdates lined up. Even more thrilled that Billie helped me clean up "because I wouldn't want you to get too tired, so you will have more of these great parties". Good food (or so I was told *wink*), good conversation, good times. We may just be finding our home here yet.

summer days

Lazy summer days are here. Isaac slept in until 9:30 this morning, when Rob went in to wake him up. We linger in the yard, kids playing while I weed the garden. (will the weeding ever end?) After lunch and some attempts at naps (ha!), the children and I head out to a birthday party. A lovely, low-key yard party for a just turned 2 year old girl. Cake is ignored for watermelon slices and juice. Moms giggle over frozen strawberry slush, which could only be better with vodka (did I just say that?). Despite layering sunscreen, the sun kisses our skin and warms our skin tones. The sun sets late, and the living room is sweaty hot in the evenings. A cold drink is a blessing on days like this.

Rob's birthday is tomorrow. We're off on a day trip for some shopping - mainly stuff for our week at camp (what? how did I become the craft director?) and VBS. A lunch out is in the plans, as is running the kids like mad at a park. I have a small birthday party in the works for Saturday evening. Scratch that, it's going to be bigger than that. Hopefully it goes well, and that people show up. I'm doing things on the "last minute fly" here. A Mexican Fiesta theme, with a pinata for the kids.

Speaking of Rob's birthday, a small package arrived for him today. the first contact aimed in our direction in 3 months...or is it 4 now? Perhaps a phone call will follow tomorrow, but I'm not holding my breath. In the package were two small 'assembly required' vehicles, of the paint your own variety. I'm guessing they were for the kids, or maybe just Isaac as they are indicated for a 5+...on the other hand, we have 3 children. hmm.

Happy Canada Day!

Our town does very, very little to commemorate this day. So we planned our own fun. My mom is up for the weekend, and we decided to plan a picnic. The village where Rob has his smaller church does a Canada Day parade and events, including fireworks. We thought a picnic on the beach, followed by the parade was a good call. Fireworks would start way too late for my crew, given the long summer nights.

A few bumps in the road. Rob now is dealing with the illness that sidetracked our children over the last 2 weeks. He actually had to cancel one church service (at our church without running water), and called for backup here in town. So we didn't have Rob with us, but we pressed on!

A picnic is a lovely thing on a warm, sunny day at the beach. It would have been even better if I remembered to bring swimsuits. Not that inadequate dress stopped my children. I was glad to remember extra clothes, at least. They all splashed and paddled in the shallow, warm water on the sandy beach. They even ate a bit of food.

Then they greatly enjoyed the (somewhat short) parade, especially the candy being thrown from the floats. You know you are in a small town when one of the biggest floats is commemorating the 50th wedding anniversaries of 2 couples in town. Waving little Canada flags, and cheering, they had a wonderful day in the sunshine. Two out of three fell asleep on the way home. Soon enough, they will be old enough to stay up for fireworks too.

not getting along with produce

why oh why is all my produce going off on me lately? mold, mush, ick, goo...blah! Yesterday, it was strawberries and a watermelon half. Today, 3 tomatoes that were earmarked for Greek salad. The other day it was a cucumber (and with the rate we go through cucumbers this is shocking!). Frustrating.

Speaking of ick and goo, it's now day *11* of on and off vomiting from the kids. They are mostly taking turns, until last night when the girls decided to go in tandem. Isaac had a couple of days of being feverish, and now it's Norah's turn. I'm worried that I'm next.

On a related note, the Bryers company is pure, pure EVIL. Strawberry ice cream is so, so good, and I wish it wasn't on sale this week at the Co-op.

On another related note, I 'harvested' my first zucchini today. It's cute, and I can't wait to bbq it up tomorrow. Now I have to go to bed, because odds are someone will wake me up at 1:30 am.

life with littles

There have been some interesting times in our home lately.

Isaac is playing around with a new-found aggressive streak, which challenges me in ways I never dreamed of. I need to find ways to help my little man-child learn to exert his desire to go faster, further, harder. I'm often at a loss as to how to process what he's doing, and to keep up with him. I also feel badly that he often gets the least of me in the day, as he is rapidly becoming so very able to do things on his own. Then he will climb into my lap and say "my body is telling me that I need a snuggle".

Norah has had a language explosion that takes my breath away. Sentences like "perhaps if I got a ladder and climbed up the tree, I could see the birds better" or "do you know that I'm using my imagining right now and that I'm not really a princess?" are commonplace here. Her use of such complex words combined with her grasp of the subtle nuances of our language is shocking to me. Yet she has no desire to use the potty. Given that Isaac was slower on the language front, I'm just stunned by Norah on a near-daily basis. She recalls song lyrics that we haven't heard in weeks, recounts the intricacies of Dora the Explorer plots, and is very good at timing a "I love you" when she senses that mom is going to enforce a boundary.

Ruby, 'the baby', is less baby-like every day. She is trying with all her might to keep up with the siblings. She climbs, runs, jumps and self-dresses. A cheesy grin is pulled out whenever she catches your eye at mealtime, she is a natural clown. Typical of her year and a halfness, she is quick to meltdown when thwarted from, oh, say whacking her sister with a book or climbing on the kitchen table, or when she can't fit two legs in one pantleg. She's a little chatter too, and loves to point out motorcycles, dogs, balls and hats..and will point them out with increasing volume until you acknowledge her. I love watching her grow, but am often struck with how bittersweet her growing up is. Her 19 months seem to have passed faster than her sibling's did. I don't get it. How does that happen?

There are so many wonderful moments with them. Which is wonderful at making up for the nights they spend throwing up (or worse...don't ask), or driving you crazy because they just. don't. stop. at. all. for. 10. minutes. already!

Much as there are days that seem to knock me flat, I cherish the golden, precious moments when I wouldn't trade them for all the venomous snakes in the world (who often seem less difficult to take grocery shopping).

Summer!

It is now officially summer. The days are as long as they are going to get, and late sunsets are here. It looks like our summer is going to be a busy one, which will bring lots of excitement and (hopefully) good memories. The garden is growing, including a pile of weeds that I'm forever pulling out and muttering over. We have already 'harvested' a few strawberries, and there is a zucchini that should be ready to slice up and bbq in the next couple of days.




As for summer plans, there are lots. A week at camp. Rob is running a week of VBS in our smaller church. I'm hooked up with the Lutheran church to help run a week of VBS here in town. Rob's brother, his wife and our niece will be spending the good chunk of a week here. Then there is the big event - we've been given use of a cabin at the lake for 10 days in August. woo hoo! I'm so excited about this, and beyond thankful for the chance to use it. This will free up what we were expecting to spend on a cabin rental to now use as airfare to possibly fly out to Vancouver for 2 days in December for N and G's wedding.

I just completed a 2 day course in car seat safety, and provided I passed the written exam, will qualify me to be an official car seat installer/inspector. This will allow me to conduct car seat clinics in town through the association that paid for my training - which I will even be paid for. Not paid much, but enough to fill in some gaps in the budget. :) Let me know if you need your seats checked out! Not to toot my own horn, but during the clinic we ran as a test on Wednesday, we only saw 4 seats that were installed and used correctly...and 3 of them were mine.

I'm already *done* with mosquitoes for the year, but it's only just started. I'm currently on the lookout for something to keep them repelled that doesn't contain DEET or citronella. One is a chemical I hate to put on us all daily, the other makes me wheeze. So far, not much luck. I'm tempted to order something I've found online, but I'm hesitant to buy a lot in case it doesn't pan out for us. I just hate how the kids and I get those huge welts from the little beasts. They are also predicting a big year for the West Nile Virus carrying mosquito species. fun.

Life is moving at warp speed right now, and I'm just shocked that we are almost half way through 2007. I never believed my parents when they told me that years would go so quickly once I was a grown up. I guess that time runs at a different speed when you aren't waiting, counting the days until your next birthday.

a little fyi

I'm taking a blogging break on the kids blog, for an undetermined time. A few reasons behind it, and none of them are 'happy reasons' for me. Just putting the word out here.

they grow too fast

This morning, N woke us up with a knock knock joke.

"knock knock"
"who's there?"
"I" (pointing to her eye)
"I who?"
"Isaac!"
not bad for a not quite 3 year old!

Then, I just sat down next to me. We're talking about what we're going to make for Father's Day dinner. He proceeds to read Mozzarella off the computer screen. Mozzarella! It looks like a good recipe too.

Introvert/extrovert

It would seem as though I live in a family of people who all walk the line between being extroverts and introverts. When Rob and I have done those personality tests, he generally scores slightly higher on the introverted side, and my score pretty much hits the same mark on the extroverted side. We both enjoy being around people and spending time going/doing/whatever, but very much cherish our down time on our own.

Looks like the kids are following in our footsteps.

When we are going going going during the day, and spending time with other people, the kids generally do great. When we get home, however, they will all drift into their own space and unwind before engaging each other in play again. When we are home all day (like today, stuck inside with too much rain), they will play hard together, then step away to regroup with some quiet time. It's nice that we all seem to know what we need. If only I could convince all 3 kids to take their downtime when it was convenient for me. *That* would be nice.

the small, small world

This is really funny to me, but a touch hard to follow.

I did some of my high school in Quebec, grade 8 and 9. During that time, I was friends with N. When I moved to BC, I moved to the town that a boy N knew from birth was living in. Small coincidence.

Then, N and I connect on Facebook. She is currently living in Ontario, where she did her medical school.....with a guy I went to elementary school with in Nova Scotia! He's on her friends list, and it is 100% for sure him. T and I went to Kindergarten through grade 2/3 together in a tiny little town. Just a small, small world.

the love of a good cup

Home from a short trip to mom's. Children's Festival week in S'toon. Saw Sharon and Bram (Lois retired in 2000, in case you were wondering) with the kids. They sung so many of the 'classics'. One Elephant Two Elephants, Peanut Butter Jelly, and more. Of course they closed the show with Skinimarink. We got front row seats and grooved along. Afterwards, we waited in line for autographs on the cd my mom bought the kids, and we had a little photo op. I was a touch starstruck - but can you blame me? I grew up on their records, and saw them in concert a few times myself.

The Children's Festival was fun, lots to see and play with. Got some shopping done for yard stuff (which reminds me I need to go water the garden....). Rob and I even had a (short) coffee date at Starbucks. Where I fell in love. With a coffee mug. I spotted it as we were sitting and talking, and I *had* to have it. So I bought it. :) It was funny though, we had been talking about my frustration over the stuff of life, and how I just wanted to get up and feel energized in the morning when I saw the mug. "hey, walking around the house with that coffee cup would just be wonderful!" I said. So it is now mine. Not that I think that happiness is in a material thing, but a beautiful mug to drink from isn't a bad thing. Oh, and the orange colour? It's exactly the shade I want to paint the kitchen.

I guess I only wrote this post in my mind

because it's not here!

2 near death experiences in one day!

Monday afternoon, I was folding laundry. Felt something on my leg and turned to swat it away, assuming it was a mosquito that had flown in when we were in and out the back door earlier. Nope, no mosquito. Wasp. You know, the things I am very, very allergic to. On. My. Leg. And it was HUGE. I tried a basic swat it away technique, but it didn't move. So I did what any rational woman would have done. I started screaming for my husband to come upstairs and help me. Dear, dear man that he is, came running to my rescue. Got rid of the wasp, and pretty much saved my life. *heart*

then, later that day.

Was downstairs with the kids. Playing some game or other, when I went into the laundry room. Sniffed. Something was wrong. Called Rob again, and we both sniffed. Felt nauseated. Gas leak. Called SaskEnergy, and they sent someone out really quickly. I was actually impressed at how fast they had someone there. He confirmed that we did indeed have a leak. Minor one, but a leak was present. He managed to cut the gas to our furnace (source of the leak), so we are good to go...unless the temperature drops really low and we desire to heat the house. Good timing though, because Rob had his monthy church council meeting that night, so could drop the news that the rectory needs some more work....which is an ongoing story. Apparently, things ran well until we arrived, and the basement started flooding.

All in all, it was an exciting day, and not for all the right reasons.

These are for Mo

Pictures I took while we were on the phone today. You can see the garden in the background - and the field of dandelions behind us :/

Let's plan that trip, shall we? We miss you guys so much!

food for thought

This article from January 2007 in Maclean's magazine is a good reminder as to why Rob and I are so picky about the clothes our kids wear. No 'slogan' shirts or tube tops here.

the garden's contents

I currently have growing out back:

- sunflowers, carrots and peas from seeds
- 2 kinds of pumpkins
- lots of zucchini (fire up the bbq, we *heart* our zukes here)
- a bunch of cucumbers
- red and yellow peppers
- a watermelon
- a honeydew melon
- strawberries
- basil (because I adore it fresh, and can't find it locally)
- tomatoes - 4 kinds! red and yellow tom thumbs, ultra sonics, early girl and first lady. I picked them because I liked the names.

the basil and red and yellow thumbs are in the planters next to the deck.

back up and running

another "my husband's bringing sexy back because he fixed something" post. The laptop is fixed! We no longer are trying to share one computer.

How sad is it that one computer isn't enough?

bah - moving along....thanks also to my dear brother in law for all his long distance tech support. Turns out, the whole hard drive was fried, and Rob put in a new one, restored the photos that could have been lost, and increased my laptop's memory. nice.

The garden!

As of 3:30 this afternoon, the garden is fully planted. Our small assortment of veggies and fruit can now begin to grow. Yum.

Will the domestication of Kristin ever end? Laugh all you want Paul, since you snickered at me over the applesauce canning of 2005 (that would be West Coast Paul, not East coast Paul or extended family Paul...there are a few Pauls out there!)

So happy I can talk about it now

I'm so glad the word is out on a recent engagement. I was bursting with joy.

I was beyond thrilled to get a long distance call from bonny Scotland last weekend to share the news. Way back when I was pregnant with Isaac, and Graham was living in our future 'baby room', I pegged Nathalie as a good match for G...but she was too young at the time. 5 years later and they are now engaged. How fantastic. Now waiting to hear about a wedding date...

Yesterday was my wedding anniversary

how on earth do 11 years go by so quickly? I can't believe we've been married that long, yet it barely feels like any time has passed. However, one can't ignore the 3 children which do add some evidence to the passing of time. I can't imaging spending the past 11 years with anyone else, and still being so much in love and still enjoying the togetherness of being married. *mush, mush*

oh, and about my mother's day gift?

Ya, before people get all envious - it was a one time thing. a one time thing.

which I think is a very, very cruel tease.

the playroom is finally painted!

woo hoo! Visits from my dad are always a good thing. He's much better at getting jobs done than I am.

Now if you haven't been here to visit, these photos won't be quite as fun (so you should fix that and visit...nudge, nudge). However, to add some commentary, we had some Ugly (capital U) dark green walls in various places around our basement. The basement with next to no windows. Nothing says bright and cheery like
very dark green walls. We picked a bright and sunny green, and put it all over the playroom and where the green walls were on the stairs. It's hard to capture the exact green, but I really like it and it's a slightly lighter shade than a bottle of pert plus shampoo. Then we painted (and by we, I mean dad) the remaining white walls white, as nothing quite shows the lack of nice paint like new paint next to it.

For fun, I switched the 'feature' wall in the guest bedroom to a wall that made sense, again, if you've been here you will understand what I'm
talking about. We also managed to have enough white paint to repaint the dresser that arrived in
our home from Rob's childhood bedroom and had seen too many slurpees and lego creations. I'm quite fond of the blue...and please ignore the unmade bed, sheets are currently being washed.

I still need to finish 'dressing' the guest room, and need some shelving in the playroom. But I consider it mostly done. You may also note the beautiful artwork on the playroom walls. The artists are currently sleeping upstairs. :)

I've been wanting to reflect

to ponder and muse over my 5 years as a stay at home mom. To consider deep thoughts and ideas as to what it's like, and why I'm still at it.

then this blog post was brought to my attention. I think she did it for me. Yes, oh yes, there is such truth in her words.

the best mother's day gift ever

I had a great Mother's day, after it not quite starting out that way. Church had some issues, but managed to get through that. The afternoon was lovely, girls napped, Rob kept kids out of my hair so I could do some random and strange cleaning I wanted to do. we had take out from our local Chinese place (which is rather good, considering). We had a great meal together, lots of fun and laughs. Then Rob suggested I go downstairs for some quiet time, and put all three kids to bed. (I originally typed that Rob kicked me downstairs, but that may have come across wrong.) Then he gave me a great backrub - woo hoo!

Homemade cards from the kids, a pair of hanging baskets for the yard, a downloaded cd I was interested in...all good stuff.

However, nothing compared to waking up this morning at 6:30 - by rolling over and realizing that it was just Rob and I in the bed. Ruby slept through the night for the first time ever - and on Mother's day too! I slept from 11 until 6:30, my longest, continuous sleep since before Norah was born! Ahhh, wonderful way to top off Mother's day.

sob...boo hoo

my laptop may be dead. I'm not entirely sure, but it isn't pretty. Rob will be in touch with the family techie in the next couple of days....but I'm very saddened by this development. I can use his computer, but apparently he "needs it to write sermons and the kids are too into stuff in his office" during the daytime. sigh. so selfish of him, don't you think? ;)

At least the weather for the next couple of days is supposed to be nice. May is beautiful here. I should take advantage of it.

why yes, thank you, I am terribly clever

Those who know my beloved and I in real life may not need to be told the following. I am a planner, lover of lists and organizing. He flies by the seat of his pants more often than not, and prefers to go with the flow. I like to tell the flow where to go. To complicate things further, neither of us is a 'doer'. I lack confidence to start most projects that I can plan and organize, and he would rather just wait...and see what happens. Prime example being the first 2 years we were married and had nothing on our living room walls. nothing. I couldn't decide what I liked, and he didn't care.

These facts make our trips to the city rather, well, potentially comical. I keep an ongoing list of what we need, and what store would be best to purchase it in. He would rather wait and see if we may like Canadian Tire's offerings over Home Depot's. Home Depot is the store he would just rather avoid altogether. I have big plans for what I would like our kitchen to look like, our bathroom, our yard - if only money weren't the issue it actually is.

Actually, Home Depot is the setting for this particular story.

I like Home Depot. I like the potential of renovation and improvement, but am not always skilled enough to take the projects on (and let's not even get started on the lack of time...). I like to plan and plot and wish and wonder. He would not. Truth be told, I can hear him rolling his eyes the minute we get into the store. I kid you not, I can hear his eyes rolling at me. He's not an eye roller in my direction often (bless him, for I often deserve it), but Home Depot sets him off like nothing else. So we wandered in to the Depot of all things Home the other day while in the city. I had plans for purchasing things. I had Lists!

On that list was a mini-project even I could complete. And I found my tools, on sale no less, and made the purchase. AND I even did the job last night (at 11:30 pm no less). I am rather pleased with myself.

Now granted, Mike Holmes may consider the work "not done right", but I'm pleased with the results. See!



a tile backsplash in our basement bathroom! Decor and function where there was just plain wall previously.








Ok, so they are press on, self adhesive tiles. But these happy little flowers with such sayings as "make a wish - faites un souhaite" is at once charming AND a nod to both our official languages.

Well, I liked it.

morning deliciousness

Hey, minds out of the gutter, I'm not talking about *that*. I am a lady, so won't be sharing those details. Today at least.

What I am talking about is the wonderful wakeup of a small bunch of kids climbing into bed to snuggle. Granted, one has already moved in during the night, but the arrival of the other two children is such a lovely moment. Well, provided it does happen closer to 8 am than 7 am. Closer to 7 is a touch less wonderful. Three small, snuggly bodies climbing in to snuggle close, whisper secrets and give hugs and kisses. You just can't beat that - especially if it happens at 8:45! I just can't think of a better way to start the day, while still maintaining this blog's G rating. ;)

it's like living with a pair of barbie dolls

the frequency at which these 2 little girls change clothes, pull on fancy princess dresses, take them off and put on backpacks and hats, then switch them for other dresses and scarves.

It's tiring to keep up with. But it's fun.

fluffy friday

I'm going to admit my fluffiness right now. this blog I'm reading, that is pure, silly, fluff. I can't look away. I just can't.

did I just say that?

Really, did I? I'm shocked. Stunned. This is not ME talking, surely.

what were the shocking words?

"maybe I should learn how to sew"

random, rambly post

I don't even know what to type right now. My brain has been on overdrive all morning, and it's all feeling mushy at the same time.

I'm thinking about how much I've changed over the past 7 or so years. How I'm different. How I like some of the changes, but not others. How there is less drama in my life, which is good, but also more guardedness. Like I'm holding parts of myself back, which isn't so good. Like I'm guarding myself against things. Yet, things sometimes just feel numb, which isn't good either.

I can think of a few triggers over the years: my parents splitting up, a couple of our moves, my car accident, the births of the kids - particularly Ruby's. Some physical changes/hurts, some emotional. But things that have contributed to changes in me. Mistakes I've made, hurts I've caused, sadness I've tried to keep hidden, it just bubbles and percolates. Things I wish I could change, words I'd say differently next time, opportunities missed, times I've held back and maybe shouldn't have. I've been a lousy friend, a weak daughter, a selfish sister, not the best me I could be. I don't even know how to begin to fix things, let alone fully recognize where things are broken. I feel unloved and unlovable. I don't know how to ask for help. I don't know...I just don't know...

sigh.

ever have a day where you just feel little and like your worries are just small and foolish? when my biggest complaint is my lettuce going 'off' before I used it, yet more snow falling outside my window, or my youngest un-rolling the toilet paper, I really should be counting my blessings. The small, monotonous complications of my life are so little, so....tiny and petty.

there is so much more that I could be dealing with. Storms could come and change everything. My kids could be fighting an illness, my marriage could be in a terrible state, I could have just been diagnosed with an inoperable brain tumor...there could be so much more. These things happen all the time, and yet people are able to stay strong in their faith, know where their strength comes from, from the God who is able to do more than we can ask or imagine.

I don't know if I could do that. Stay strong in the trials like that. I struggle with just getting through a good day.

big ol' whine

I'm tired of snotty noses, and kids who are the borderline of being sick

I'm frustrated with myself for falling 'off the wagon', ww-wise right now

I'm ticked that I planned to put barley in our lamb stew tonight, but I'm out of barley and don't feel like going to the store

I'm bored with town this week because it's Easter break, and all our regular stuff is not happening

I'm annoyed that it's too windy to enjoy being outside

I'm feeling the aftermath of too much cheap chocolate

I'm too lazy to do any house cleaning. good thing it's rather tidy

I just want the snow gone already. The stinkin' stuff has been on the ground since November 1st!

I wish our basement had bigger/more windows. It would be easier to be downstairs with the kids if it weren't quite so dark down there

I'm just feeling blah all over.

I think I need a big prod to get back on the wagon, get off my rear end and tidy up while my lamb stew simmers (without barley, but with potatoes). Anyone got a cattle prod?

Happy Easter!

May you and your family have a blessed day as we celebrate the resurrection of our Lord.

Check my kids blog for some adorable shots of them all dressed up for church.

have you seen this kidnap victim??

oh goodness...what a horrible story. Have you seen this victim of kidnapping? It was all over the radio this morning. Such a sad story.

www.savemrpeeps.com

please, whoever has the little guy, let him come home unharmed!

Road Trip!

woo hoo! a last minute decision, and we're all tagging along with Rob to the city tomorrow. I have a shopping list that I have been pondering, and now can shop for. yay!

the downside? the kids + the van for 5 hours. we will survive.

not this week

I've realized that I'm actually hitting a major milestone this month - 5 years as a stay at home mom. I've had thoughts running around my head as to how to blog out my feelings, reflections and ideas. But not this week.

The kids are all dealing with a head cold. They are sick enough to be staying inside, but healthy enough to be up out of bed...and making me crazy. Snot flows freely here, and I'm constantly chasing one or more child down to wipe their nose. I'm uttering phrases that 5 years ago wouldn't have even been a thought to me:
"toothpaste is not a snack food"
"keep your snot to yourself"
"ballerinas don't wear muddy rain boots for dancing in the house"
"please don't ask me how deep 3 meters is at the pool, it's taller than our living room ceiling"
"I am the alpha mommy, you will listen to me, couches are not for jumping"
"rolling in the bathtub is not an invitation to bite your sister's bum"
and
"please just go turn on the tv for a half hour, mommy is tired"

It's been a long week, and it's only Wednesday. It's also Holy Week, so the hubby is going to be busy busy for the next couple of days too. Thank God for prayer.

and I felt nothing

Today was the older 2's last swimming class for this session. Isaac is still a Salamander, and Norah passed out of Sea Turtle....into Salamander. So if we sign them up for the next round, they can be in the same class. But Salamander isn't parent participation, and I'm not sure Norah is ready for that step yet. We may put off Saturday swimming lessons until the Fall.

Also, Isaac's soccer season will be starting up soon-ish (or so the rumor goes), and his games will be Saturday mornings. Which would overlap swimming lessons. :/ This may take some juggling.

While we were at the pool, I was chatting with a couple of the other parents. We are all going to have our kids in immersion next fall, and most of the kids are going into soccer. I so hope that Isaac is on the same team as Drew, Nick and Carson, it would be great for him to start off K in the fall with some buddies. Carson's mom was there with her tiny, newborn baby girl. Baby Margo is so cute, so tiny and so precious. And I felt nothing. You know, when you see a little tiny baby and you feel that 'baby crush'? The feeling like you want that for yourself? Yep, didn't have that. At all. She's tiny and precious and beautiful. And not mine. And that's good. I really feel like I'm moving out of my mothering little babies phase.

Now I just need to remember some of the parts of me that I forgot or pushed aside to go through this phase of mothering tiny ones.

pays to be picky

I've been asked to take the car seat tech course on behalf of a local association. I would then be their 'go to' person for car seat installation. As this group works closely with pregnant women and new moms, it would be a good opportunity to make sure new babies are traveling safely - especially given how many in this town aren't in carseats properly (or at all). Best part? They will pay me for doing clinics and inspections too. :)

a math question

Multiple choice
1 wagon + 3 small children + wearing rainboots + a walk = ?

a) over 100 pounds to pull
b) a decent photo op
c) a tired mom
d) all of the above

I'm sure you can guess the answer to this.

my goodness!

All of a sudden, things here are starting to really get a good groove.

Isaac was at a birthday party yesterday - his first that he was invited to as Isaac, not as our child, or as a sibling group...but was invited as him. I hope that makes sense, but it was a pretty big event. His little friend B was so happy to have him at her party. They are a cute pair of friends, they were in swimming and skating together, and will often hold hands together. Very sweet.

B's mom and I are working on a building a friendship too, which is good. She's really nice. M and I are starting to spend more time together, and my kids are good at keeping her little one amused. Soon K will be on mat leave with their second, and we're hooking up for playdates, as little K is a huge fan of my kids. Ran into K and K today at the grocery store (ya, I know, I don't like Sunday shopping, but when you are out of milk and diapers....) and K was all over hugging Norah.

As Spring is coming, I'm feeling more optimistic about our lives here. Which sounds so dramatic, but really, it's nice to have some things feel like they are turning around. I've got plans on the go for Isaac's birthday party, and a 'just because' party for later Spring. It's nice to think that our time here is feeling less lonely than it has been.

and because I'm such a geek....

My garage sale blog.

Yes, I really am that sad.

mixed feelings

Today, I went through all our baby clothes that aren't currently in use. Sorted out the 'donate' and 'yard sale' piles and moved them around our basement. Sigh. So bittersweet. Taking the sweet little outfits that our kids wore at 3, 6, 12, 18 months and sorting them into piles....it's just hard. Those pants, shirts, sweaters all carry a history with them. The newborn sized clothes received as gifts that fit the kids for about 15 minutes. A certain sleeper reminds me of walking Isaac around camp in the dark, praying he would sleep. A favourite pair of pants for church, paired with one of his beautiful sweaters. A blue sweater he wore all the time when Norah was a newborn, trying to remember just how small he was back then. The shirt he wore on his first day of preschool. A tiny pair of Mary Jane shoes on pre-walking baby feet, with a little blue dress. The dark pink dress worn to dad's ordination service. It's so funny how clothes can carry such emotional weight. I'm trying so hard not to be too sentimental about some of the stuff they wore.

It's so hard though. It's like letting some of their clothes go means letting some memories go too.

Attn: Mother Nature

RE: Spring

Dear Ms. Nature,

It has come to my attention that you may have not realized that Spring is starting. You may have not been paying close attention to the calendar this year, but Spring is officially starting and I would like to point out that Spring does indeed need to be sprung in my neck of the woods.

As I am currently sitting in the middle of a SNOWSTORM, with a strong wind blowing, cold temperatures and 3 inches of fresh snow on the ground in the last 4 hours, I would like to remind you that it is MARCH and I expect Spring like conditions to be arriving promptly. I am fully displeased by the reality of having snow on the ground since late on October 31, 2006 and that the white stuff is still falling outside my window. Actually, I assume it is still falling outside, I can't SEE much beyond our front window.

If Spring like weather does not arrive soon, I will be forced to take matters up with your supervisor.

sincerely,

Kristin

PS - yes, the snow does need to melt, but I would prefer it to happen slowly enough to prevent multiple basement floods in our area. thank you.

selling

I'm working on a large pile of things to sell off at a yard sale. I'm ready to move out a lot of baby stuff. Not all of it - because that would pretty much guarantee another pregnancy - but enough to make my laundry room have space in it again.

Anyone need anything? Baby clothes, some cloth diapers, toys...

Second on the right, and straight on till morning

Growing up, my dad often asked me to run away to Neverland with him. "let's never grow up" he'd say. In the wisdom of my childhood, I would roll my eyes and say "oh dad, I'm going to grow up and you know it". That statement was often coupled with my doing the oh-so-grown-up foot stamp. I found his request for me to stay the age I currently was to be so ridiculous. Of course I would grow up, of course I wasn't going to stay six (eight, ten, twelve, whatever) for ever, of course there was no such place as Neverland. Silly man.

Yet now I'm the grown up. With a son just on the verge of turning 5. That son just had his skating recital, where he and all the other little preschool boys were dressed as Peter Pan, the king of Neverland. The son who is excited about turning 5, about going to "fronch immersion" as he calls it, who talks about "when I'm a grown up man" and all the things he will do. Now I understand the desire to run away to the place where children don't grow up and there is always fun to be had.

I wonder what he'd say if I asked him to fly away to Neverland with me....

more on ends and means

Can I just say that seeing someone violate confidentiality in the name of a 'good story' is frustrating. Yes, a funny story is a funny story. There are stories that don't need to be shared though. :/ I don't *want* to hear stuff like that. It just feeds into the gossip junk that I'm trying to avoid - and not always successfully avoid either.

Maybe I should find the backbone to say something. sigh. Maybe I'd feel better about myself then too.

oh, and it's snowing again. bah.

get me a velour tracksuit...

because that's all I need to round out my new role as "soccer mom". I have the minivan, I carry the coffee mug, and as of tonight, I have the child in soccer.

Signed up the boy for the soccer season tonight. How fun! He's very excited. I just hope the snow melts soon, and the grass dries up, otherwise my clean hands loving little boy will be covered in icky, gooey mud. hee hee.

pms-ing and tense, yet laughing

I have heard so many things today that just made me laugh.

-Norah pulled a pair of gray track pants out of the laundry I was folding. Stuck it on her head and said "I'm an elephant with big floppy ears"
- As N drifted off to sleep today, she started talking about her rain boots and outside "I will make mud with the watering can and make mud and get dirty, dirty, dirty. That be fun"
- overheard at playgroup today "but mom, I'm not picking for nose for fun, I'm working here!"
- My friend B at playgroup's son R's reaction when he saw the leprechaun book for story time "hey that's daddy!" B turned to me and said "ah, it's a fetish thing" I just about wet my pants over that one.

Playgroup was crowded today. Very crowded. Must be another sign of Spring on the way in.

eh, jumped the gun

no, it is NOT warm enough yet for rainboots outside. Yes, it was above 0, but my feet were cold. Isaac was much smarter than his mom, and wore his winter boots. The girls and I had cold feet - especially Norah, who managed to sink hers into the mushy snow and get them stuck.

Had a nice evening. Had the ACW meeting tonight (women's church group thing), and it was much more pleasant than usual. Even more fun than that was my trip to the grocery store on the way there. I ran into 2 families I know, one is a woman I am working on a friendship with. We have a tentative date for walking next week with the kids. The other is a woman I see weekly, as her daughter and Isaac skate and swim together. She gave me the heads up on a birthday party invite coming Isaac's way. I would hope he gets invited to her party - they were holding hands for a good chunk of last week's skating class. :wink

Add in this morning's playdate out at C's place in the country, along with the very ready to give birth A and their girls. A fun phone call with someone who 'gets' a lot of my life too. It's been a very good day. Very nice.

do the ends always justify the means?

Well, do they? I don't think so.

Sometimes, decisions that seem like the right thing, aren't. Sometimes, it hurts to be on the wrong side of a bad decision that someone else made. Not that the decision hurt you, per se, but that knowing someone you liked, respected and cared for made such a decision is stinky.

Sometimes, the decision that makes sense isn't the most honorable, noble or ethical decision.

May I remember this when I make choices in the future. Not only do my decisions impact those around me, but my reputation and name as well. Lord, thank you for Your mercy to us, even when we mess up badly.

other things to be glad about

Despite spring on its way (we hope!), I'm having a bit of a blah day. So I thought I would list some things that made me happy this past week

- 3 pounds in one week!
- laughing over really silly things our kids said
- all 3 kids napping at the same time on Wednesday (i'm choosing to ignore the near 3 way meltdown at the tail end of our Lenten Lunch that brought about that nap...oh wait, I remembered)
- the blessing of a church member coming by with the unexpected gift of home-sewn spring coats for my kids (the girls match, it's so cute!)
- some great meals this week, all from new to me recipes
- good phone calls
- cranberry pomegranate martinis
- getting to play outside, it's been too long

i can see concrete! i can see concrete!

Spring is coming after all!

Today, we topped out at a marvelous +3C and full-on sunshine. The snow is starting to melt during the daytime. The mornings are so much brighter, instead of our dark days of winter 9:30 am sunrise, today I walked to the pool at 7:35 am as the sun rose. The days are also stretching out on the other end, we don't always shut our front blinds before supper. It's nice. And mood-brightening.

The large puddles forming in our local streets show promise as future huge lakes to be waded through in a pair of rainboots and splash pants. As long as this snow melts at a slow pace, we won't be under a few inches of water. There is actually bare concrete in front of our house. I'm so excited. I can't wait to pull our our new wagon and go walking with the kids.

Another side effect of the warming temperatures is that we finally have wet enough snow for a snowman. Well, sort of. It doesn't roll into balls quite well, but we can smoosh it into a big pile. So that's what we did today. Playing in the yard, we smooshed snow and got very, very wet. Nice.

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It would seem that my previous post has created some strong reactions. I have currently pulled it. In reading over the post in question, it would seem as though the actual target for my frustration was a little less than clear.

One thing that frustrates me to no end as a mother is the outside pressure to 'get away from your babies'. To wean early, to 'get that kid on a bottle and get your life back'.

Maybe not everyone out there knows, remembers, or cares that I have experience in a less than good nursing relationship. I had to wean my middle child unexpectedly, and rather abruptly and introduce formula. I walked that path, I know it. I still struggle with some of the guilt over that.

And when I had to go through that process, do you know what the main comment from people was in regards to weaning my baby? "Congratulations. Now you can get your life back". No matter HOW I was feeding my baby, I still had a 7 month old child, there was no life to get back. Regardless of how my child received nourishment, I was still there for her, was still holding her close and rocking her to sleep. I didn't understand the attitude about having a break for freedom. I still don't. I don't, and I've had my bad, dark days as a mom. I have no desire to leave my children at this age for a week long trip away, a night of 'partying' at the bar, or leaving a 10 week old overnight 2 hours drive away for a rock concert. I don't understand it at all. I can't understand it.

I truly believe that the best thing we can do for our children is to be attached to them, to show them love and support and care, particularly in the first year to 18 months of life. I believe that daddies play an extremely important role in caring for babies too. I believe that taking the time to lay a strong foundation of love, trust and care is key in maintaining a strong relationship down the road. I believe that this is part of how God wants us to parent. That is the standard I hope to achieve in my home. I choose to show God's love to those around me, and believe that my primary ministry is to the little people in my home who call me "mommy". If I cannot provide my best, and what I believe God's desire is for my best to be to them, how then can I show that to others? If my children don't believe that their father and I love and value them and their needs, how well will they be able to comprehend the unconditional love of God? I know I struggle daily and wrestle mightily with some of the choices that my earthly father made and how that impacts my view of God daily. A legacy I do not ever intend to pass on.

I don't judge others in my heart and write them off for making different choices than I do. I don't. I may judge the actions, but not the person. And yes, there is a huge difference. I may not understand those choices. I don't understand those choices being the mainstream, encouraged way to parent. Why is it applauded for parents to leave their toddlers for a week for a vacation? Why is it applauded for babies to be weaned on our schedule? Why do people tell me I'm 'crazy' for not being able to leave a nursling so I can go out for a night of drinking? (actual reference) Or to hear that I'm 'lame' for doing something so 'boring' as nursing (another conversation I've had). I know judgment, I've been on the receiving end of it. I face it almost daily. I don't understand another's choices because they aren't mine! I make lots of choices other people don't understand either. Heck, I have a green stand mixer - is that everyone's first colour choice? On the other hand, I've also been on the 'other side' of some of the choices I make, and I wouldn't say the grass is any greener.

Children aren't convenient - as witnessed by the number of times I have had to throw out plans for something I wanted to do to take care of a sick child, or had to leave an event earlier than I wanted to in order to make everyone have a successful trip. They just aren't. Children are a blessing, and need to be treated as such. I also know as a mom who is parenting with precious little support outside of my own home, that their father and I are the main people who will show Christ's love to them as they grow. That is a weight I do not take lightly.

In short (or long, as the case may be), I am frustrated that there is so little value placed on motherhood, on the short time our children are babies and need us, on the importance of being the primary person in a small person's life. Don't even get me started on the USA's 6 week maternity leave. The issues I wrestled with in my now pulled post were not about breastfeeding vs. bottlefeeding, it was the lack of support for mothering the way our hearts are led. I know the women I mentioned, and I know that they were encouraged to make the choices they made by their outside support, for reasons that make no sense to me. I may be making choices others can't understand, but I make the ones that God has put on my heart, and I strive to be faithful to His leading in my parenting. That is where I have been led. It is His standard for my life that I try to live up to.

almost back to 2

One of the nights I was at my mom's place, I ended up putting Ruby down on Norah's mattress. I brought N's bed mattress along (it's small-ish and foam), because she is too big for the pack and play. N was in the big bed, and I wasn't prepared to put them in bed together without me being there.

Well, got the shock of my life that she slept from 9 to 2:30. Nice!

So, we're working on the big transition out of our bed now.

Of all 3, R has been the easiest to co-sleep with. She's the least kicky and tossy-turvy of the kids, even though she is prone to spread eagle bed takeovers. We've resisted the big move out because N isn't always asleep when R conks out at night, and I don't like the idea of them waking each other up yet. Yet, if we all get more sleep, it could be a good thing.

I guess that pretty crib my dad bought before Isaac was born should at least get used a few times before R outgrows it!

woo hoo! a party last night! As snow (and a very, very long work day for Rob) kept us at my mother's for an extra night, I got to join in on my mom's Oscar party. I played bartender for her and her 3 friends. Pomegranate martinis, served with yummy appies. I was a much more successful bartender than my last attempt, years ago...

It was great meeting my mom's friends, her three pals in town. They meet at least twice a week for coffee, church, and laughs. I'm so happy she is finding a home in her new place.

Also, mildly jealous, but that's another post. I was thrilled to come home to some long distance phone messages. People *do* like me!

blah

I'm in Saskatoon. I really, really miss living in a city. I'm a town girl.

I miss having places to go, things to do, the possibility of friends...

I miss it a lot, and I'm tired and I'm sad.

Do I give off don't talk to me vibes or something? seriously? blah.

Valentine's Day

We are not terribly sentimental in our household. Which is sometimes a loss, but not a big one today.

Isaac went to preschool with homemade cookies, filled with Hershey's Hugs. Ready to distribute to the class. Rob got a home cooked meal...ok, not that shocking, since he gets one every night, but I did a balsamic/red wine glazed steak that was rather lovely. I got a card and a bunch of tulips. I'm happy. Much as I love the idea of being romanced and plied with fancy gifts, it's currently not in the budget, flowers in this town are lacking in selection, I don't really wear jewelry, and I'm not eating chocolate (except for the leftover Hugs I scarfed down today *blush*).

Actually, what seems even more romantic than fancy meals and gifts is the little things. A kitchen tidied up after supper. Kids bathed and readied for bed while I'm out. Plugging in my van for me while I get to stay warm. Doing all the laundry, except for folding. My husband may not be the poster boy for romance, in the traditional sense...but he is a prize I wouldn't trade for anything. No way.

I thank God for my husband daily, for the blessing he is in my life, the father he is to our children, and the wonderful friend and love that he is to me.

2 years

Just for the record - we had our 2 year anniversary of arriving here in town this past Tuesday.

It's been a really fast, yet terribly, terribly slow 2 years.

copied from a thread on GCM I wrote

took the kids to playgroup today. We were all thrilled to be (finally) out of the house. It was packed, and the room was set up differently. But that didn't stop me, oh no. The older 2 were up front for story and song time, and Boo was playing at the table area, where we do crafts after song and story. She was climbing up and down on to the chair, and up and down. I was chatting quietly to one of my mommy buddies, when Boo leaned over and fell head first towards the tile over concrete floor. There was a collective gasp from all the moms around me as my youngest dropped face down.

I simply reached down and grabbed her by the pants and managed to stop her mid-fall...with less than an inch of room between her head and the floor.

She cried for all of 10 seconds from the fright of it all.

I am Supermom. I have cat-like reflexes. She was fine.

I, however, could have used some more coffee and a new pair of underpants.

***Rob took Isaac for a haircut yesterday, and his hairstylist told him how amazed she was to watch the above take place. She was very impressed by my reflexes and how calm I was through the whole thing. :)***

my new blog

I just started up a new blog. I joined an 'underground' WW group, and decided to start a blog to post recipes and tips on. If you are a fellow WW, and want to join in, let me know. I can add you as an author and we can share recipes that are yummy and that our kids/husbands like. :)
www.renegadeww.blogspot.com

blah

I'm sick today. Went to bed last night, and realised I couldn't get warm. Used an extra blanket and my bathrobe to keep warm and was still shivering. Very achy today and nauseous. No fun. At least Rob's second service is cancelled today, so I can veg out a bit.

I had a double playdate this past week. 2 women over with their kids. We had 7 kids under age 5 in the house. Wild, but lots of fun. That was a good thing. Still not sure if I'm going to end up liking it here or not though. :/ Isaac's skating lesson wasn't as fun in the 'adult interaction' category. Blah.

So, I didn't go to church today. I think I need a nap, but I probably won't get one. I hope this being sick thing passes quickly.

I think we are going to do something fun on Friday. Rob has been working through some of his days off lately, and we just haven't had any fun Fridays in some time. So we may be road tripping somewhere this Friday. I need to get out of town. Heck, I need to get out of the house. These cold days make me want to stay inside, but the kids are getting a bit stir crazy. Don't blame them. I'm hoping it gets milder soon, so we can go sledding or play in the yard again. It's just too cold right now.

where to go...

It's not quite February, but it's time for us to be planning our vacation for this year.

We may be going back to camp for a week, but nothing is set yet. We are also going to be taking close to a week in October to go to Vernon for a wedding. That leaves us with just over 3 weeks time.

We did Vancouver last year. And we don't want to go every year, despite some family pressure to do that. I want to go east to see friends, but it would be either very a) expensive to fly and then rent a car or b) long to drive there with the kids. It would be great to do...but the actual logistics of it aren't that easy to plan. We could look into renting a cabin at the lakes near here, but that is still so close to home, I'm not sure if it would feel like a real vacation. In fact, we could totally rent a cabin for a week, and Rob could work from the cabin and come into town on Sunday. We could drive down to visit Rob's grandmother and extended family in the southern part of the province...but I can't see us spending our whole vacation in Weyburn. (yawn)

There is also the possibility of people coming here to visit. I know at least 2 people/parties have already talked about doing that. Just need to figure that out too.

I need a plan.

"Getting away from your kids"

This is an issue that comes up frequently on my "motherboard". It's also one I hear about rather frequently in my life. The *need* to get away from your kids.

I don't really agree with it.

Now, don't get me wrong, I love to have my *me* time in the day. The time when the kids nap/have quiet time in the afternoon. The post-bedtime hours when I don't have to be 'mom on call'. When I'm at the pool for aquafit classes, or step out without the kids to get my haircut. I love that time, time to recharge my brain, to talk to other adults, to not negotiate who has the next turn on the trampoline or who wants their apple cut into slices. I also have a totally fantastic and competent husband who is an amazing father and is able to parent when I'm not around.

I don't get the need to leave tiny children for extended periods, or when they are in needy stages to get away. I could give specifics of people I know who have made choices that I wouldn't have made by leaving little children/babies for too long or too early for my liking...but that wouldn't be kind. They aren't my choices or my children.

Thing is, they are my children. They are my responsibility, and it's me (or Rob) that they want and need. Why deny them that when they are so little? Yes, I need *me* time, but I won't take it at the expense of my children. Not when I have a nursling who wakes at night and doesn't (by choice or by chance) take a bottle, or a toddler who is dealing with separation anxiety. I don't need to leave tiny children for a week to laze on a beach somewhere and connect with my husband to make our marriage better. I just don't. And I don't understand those who do. I don't.

I find that there are many, many opportunities to connect with my husband, without needing to rush out for weekends away. We can have romantic moments at home, with the little ones sleeping in the next room - we don't have to pass them off to extended family to care for while we do what we want to do. We can still *date* in the comfort of our own home and have it be enough to keep our marriage fires burning. Because our children are little and need us - right now. This phase is short, and it goes so quickly, I'm not willing to compromise it for my own desires.

My oldest child is almost 5, and he does weekends away at my mom's. He is ready for that. He can handle the separation and looks forward to those times. Nothing got him ready for that kind of separation but time. He wouldn't have done so well with that kind of thing at 4, 10, 18 months. Now he's happy to spend a couple of nights away, and we're happy to have him go. He isn't sad when we are separated, but we all miss each other...but we know that it isn't for long. He's old enough to understand that we will be coming back. That's a skill that our 14 month old doesn't have yet, or even our 2 year old.

I guess what I don't fully understand is the need to push our children into being 'independant' before they are ready to be. We won't produce children who are 'too attached' or 'coddled' by being there for them when they need it - quite the opposite, in fact. Tiny ones need the stability of mom (and/or dad) in those first couple of years. Nursing babies shouldn't have to 'just take a bottle' for the convienence of mom's social life. These are things I have been told I should do...often by those who don't have children. ;) I don't need to leave my children for extended periods to take care of myself. That's not something I'm willing to do. Not yet. The time will come when taking a weekend away is totally feasible. I'm not willing to push my children 'into independance' to see it happen.

After the visit

I had such a great visit with Bonnie. It was so great to finally meet the person behind the voice and typing. Ya, probably seems strange to have someone I didn't really 'know' come and stay with us...but this is the age of internet dating, so why not internet friendship? ;)

Lots of great talks, kids got along great considering there were 5 under 5 in the house, and some good laughs. Wish it was longer, but maybe next time. And there will be a next time, there has to be.

Yesterday, I hit a wall of tiredness. After being 'go go go' since last week, and 2 days of driving to Edmonton and back again, it hit me hard. I just vegged out on the couch and whined at Rob, ok, not *at* him, but in his general direction. He refilled my coffee and hugged me. That was good. My house needs a good cleaning right now, and I'm out of energy. It will happen, probably tomorrow. There is always tomorrow!

counting the hours!

woo hoo! in mere hours I'll be picking up B and her kids for a visit! Isaac is excited to meet Nathan, and Norah is confused by the mention of "the other Nora". I'm excited too. House guests!

Houseguests who I really hope don't freeze. It's a huge difference in climate from 'there' to 'here'.

I had such a busy day today. I think I hit brain meltdown around 7 pm. I did get a lot of stuff done. I got a new haircut today, and I really like the way it looks all styled...so I don't want to sleep on it. I will probably never be able to replicate this look again. sigh. oh well, it looks good now.

I've hesitated to post...

Not that I belive in jinxing myself, but I really think that I've found my groove with 3 kids. A good groove. Life is happening, and it's feeling good. I'm finding balance in my days, mostly enough rest in my nights, and giggles daily. It's good. I like it.

I'm on a bit of a roll (ok, 2 times) with playgroup. I don't feel like crying when we go. In fact, I'm enjoying it as more than 'just getting out of the house already'.

I'm feeling good. It's showing in how I'm dealing with the kids too.

a few in a row

It's really been a few fantastic days in a row here, kid-wise. Yes, Norah is still having 'out of nowhere' meltdowns from time to time. I can work with that. Ruby had a small fall and got a bit of a fat lip tonight, but I can handle that. It's good. I've really been enjoying the kids a lot lately. It's nice.

cold snap, warm heart

The cold snap lingers on. This morning, it took a lot of energy and will to get out the door for church. As the temperature hovered just around the -40 mark, what I really wanted to be doing was spending a quiet morning in the house finishing off the coffee. Instead, I was herding the children out to the (pre-warmed) van to go worship our Lord.

I didn't teach a Sunday school class today, as we were having a double baptism. I kept the kids with me during the service, and they did great. I'm really impressed at how well they are able to handle a service 'from the pews' at their ages. After church, and coffee time, G and S had everyone from the family over to their house for lunch and we were invited too. Rob had to head out for his second service and I decided to brave the typical post-church delayed naptime, which could easily turn into meltdown city.

I was pleasantly surprised. My children, all 3 of them, were fantastic. Not that I expect less than 'good' behaviour in public, I just know that 1 pm is a hit or miss time for the girls. It was a hit. They were a hit, actually. G's sister R was telling me how much she was enjoying my children's presence at the event, how well they listened (I double checked to see whose children had come with me - nope, they were mine!), how polite Isaac and Norah were, and how much fun Ruby was. We had lunch, mingled and left without a meltdown, injury or any chance for mom to lose her temper. What a blessing to have such a great day, especially given my typical Sunday afternoon post-church meltdowns, as the stress of 'doing church' with the kids will often do me in. I think it helped I avoided sugar all day too. ;)

The afternoon after getting home was also good - given the late naps by the girls. Isaac and I had some fun tidying up the living room, starting supper, and 'making mail' for his homemade mailbox. He amazes me daily with his ability to spell and write, not to mention read. Rob got home just before 5, and we had a fantastic dinner - pork roast, with a nice bottle of red. We all giggled and chatted through the meal, and really enjoyed each other's company. Nice.

All in all, just a smooth, lovely day. They are all tucked in bed right now, cozy and peaceful. The space heaters run, to keep the chilly bedrooms toasty. The dinner dishes are done, the wine has *just* been finished, the house feels like home. Despite the cold outside, and the ice on the windows, it's warm in here. Warm and loving and just right. If I were Goldilocks, *this* would be where I would lie down and proclaim "just right".

Antoher day, another funeral

Or not.

We're having a snowstorm/blizzard here right now. It's been snowing since last night, and it's so, so windy. The snow is drifting in strange patterns, and it has covered our front walkway that was so nicely cleared for us by a neighbour. I'm so glad I heeded the weather warning and hit the grocery store yesterday, so we can stay indoors. brrr.

Rob, however, is waiting to hear if the funeral he is supposed to do this afternoon is still on. There is family due to come from out of town, and all the highways are closed.

In fact, all the highways in this part of the province are closed. It's a large stretch from north of here down to Saskatoon and even further south. It's actually a bit of a sober reminder of how isolated we are here. In the event of a major injury, we would have to rely on our small hospital here - which would be fine in some cases...but not all. And with these weather conditions, a medivac air transport would be impossible as well. Goodness, that makes one feel small and a touch vulnerable.

So, I'm sticking with coffee, comfy track pants and fuzzy slippers for today. Not venturing out at all. nu-uh

some days, it really freaks me out to see some of the pics on our niece's blog. DH and his brother look SO much alike in some photos. I think to myself "when did Rob shave, and why is he playing with Katie?"

my first post of 2007

I've been cleaning like a madwoman. We're hosting our Open House tomorrow - Epiphany. Finally, after putting it off after Judy's funeral. It's a lot of work, but I love hosting stuff like this - anyone remember our Open Houses back in the day?

The house has been getting completely cleaned. It's a lot harder to do with the kids around though. They tend to mess things up as soon as I clean them. I'm also working on removing fingerprints from places we never had to worry about pre-kids. I really hope we can keep things looking this nice until tomorrow afternoon. It's a lot harder to do our floors too, with these stupid gaps in between the boards. Blah.

I'm also off sugar. Yikes! All the reading I've been doing points towards it being a good idea for me to do. It's just hard. Really hard. Do you know how hard it is to find sugar free yogurt that DOESN'T have Splenda in it? I'm trying to avoid fake sugar too. It's been going better than I expected, but today I did cheat a bit. Needed to sample our punch - we are trying out a new one. Most of my good punch recipes contain citrus of some sort, which Norah can't have. Then I made some fudge, and licked the spoon afterwards. Not a lot though.

Rob has managed to wire up both our computers now, so we don't have to fight for internet use. The laptop is now wireless as well. Nice. It only took a couple of phone calls to his brother ;)

Winter is here for sure now. We have had a couple of days of temperatures near freezing, which did a fun number on the snow. Instead of soft, fluffy snow, it's now crusty. :/ Oh well. At least we had some lovely, mild days. I took the kids sledding yesterday, and am trying to get some video up on their blog but haven't had success yet.

Anyway, this is just rambly. I'll post more later.

it's my birthday

Rob and I had a date last night! First *real* date in a long, long time. I got dressed up - well, so did he - and we went out for a lovely dinner at a real restaurant, with a wine list and menus that aren't posted on the walls. Then we went a browsed in a bookstore. Lovely. Just lovely. The kids did great at my mom's place, and 2 out of 3 were sleeping when we got back.

We got home today after being at my mom's place since Wednesday. The last few days were jam-packed with shopping and activity. We had a good chunk of Christmas money to spend, and spend we did. Got some great things that the kids needed, that I wanted, and a few random things for the house. I got ice skates, and I can't wait to try them out with Isaac in the next few days. It's been a LONG time since I've skated though. This could be interesting. Although, my new skates would give my much more 'street cred' than my old white figure skates back in the day when Tracy and I used to play hockey with the boys in the neighbourhood on Friday nights back in Montreal. Ahh yes, life back in the land of outdoor skating rinks.

Norah was super cranky today. The lunch time fast food stop with a playplace too 'grown up' for her didn't help. Turns out, she's feverish. Fun. Another 'fun road story' from today - I don't think I will take Rob's word on the gas levels in my van again. I was sure we were short on gas, but he kept insisting we would be fine. At 25 kms outside of Battleford, the gas light came on. And if you have ever driven the #16...you know there isn't anything between 25 kms out of Battleford and Battleford itself. I was in minor panic mode, imagining being stuck on the side of the highway, while Rob was going to get us gas. Oh, and did I forget to mention he forgot to charge his cell phone too? So we could have been at the mercy of some strangers on the highway. Ya, fun. Next road trip, I override Rob's gas predictions. ;)

nag, nag, nag

where are everyone's Christmas updates? nudge, nudge....

for the record, the kids blog has our updates and some photos.

yeeeessss....

all the Christmas cards are in the mail, the gifts are out (Mo - I hope your girls stuff arrives before the big day, I had to wait for a package from the US to arrive before I mailed. oh I hope!) The baking is done. All I need to do is wrap gifts for Rob and the kids. And I really think that's it!

Christmas can now come, December does not need a pause button.

supposed to be

I'm supposed to be a Judy's funeral right now. The older two are supposed to be at the daycare drop in spot. We're not. Instead, we had a picnic lunch on the kitchen floor.

a snowstorm blew in today. It's mild, but lots of snow and bad highway conditions. Rob and I made the executive decision that I was going to stay home with the kids. Just as well, Ruby is very snotty in the nose. I don't want to attempt the roads if I don't have to, and I'm not too thrilled with Rob being on them either. But hey, it's not like he has a choice. Oh, and he's sick now too. He was feverish last night, and is stuffy headed and sore throated. Just like I had a couple of weeks ago. Poor guy.

The temps are mild today though, so I'm hoping for some good outdoor time this afternoon after naps. I need a shower though, and to run some laundry. We may end up with dinner guests, and possibly overnight guests depending on the roads this afternoon.

I'm excited though, we are going to have guests in January. There is much irony in who the guests are, given the time of year, it is US who should be going to THEM. hee hee.

sad

We are in Saskatoon. Last minute thing. Rob got a call yesterday during lunch that J, a parishoner that we really really love had been admitted to hospital for the last time in S'toon. She has been battling with a massive and rapidly growing brain tumor since September. Rob saw her in our town Saturday, when she was in our hospital for a blood transfusion. Anyhow her husband called yesterday, and Rob asked about coming down, H said that he didn't want Rob to put himself out.

However, this is H and J. He was going to put himself out. We made the decision for us all to go - so that I wasn't home with the kids, and we could be a distraction on the road and have a fun trip out of what wasn't going to be a fun trip.

We're so thankful we left when we did. Rob managed to get to the hospital by 8 and stay for a little while. H was so thankful that he was there, and was suprised too. They were waiting for their last son to arrive, somewhere between 9 and 10 pm. H phoned us back just after 11, and J had died, peacefully, with her whole family (except the 2 littlest grandchildren) present. Rob went back to the hospital to say prayers and spend time with the family.

Sigh. I can't imagine H without J. I loved her so much, she was one of my favourite people in our smaller church. She and H made us feel so welcomed and loved. I'm so thankful things moved quickly in these last couple of weeks, for everyone's sake, and that she wasn't suffering long. This will be a sad Christmas for her family though, she was a very special lady, mother and grandmother.

I'm stupidly tired

I'm so, so tired. Sleep has been minimal around here. I've messed up my days, missed a birthday or 2, and almost forgot the Christmas party the kids were going to on Thursday. Ruby is teething. Big time. And it's 'more' than either of her siblings ever threw at us. And she isn't sleeping well. And it's currently 12:07 am...and she has just pooped for the 4th time tonight. roll eyes. Ruby and Norah have colds. The snot flows like the poop.

Mom is here, and goes home tomorrow. I have baked 20 dozen chocolate cookies for various events. I have done so much to prepare for next Saturday's open house already, and there is more to do. I'm tired though. I have the rehearsal for the Christmas pagent on Sunday, and that is stressing me out.

On the bright side, Rob and I had the closest thing to a date since August 2005. We went out to the pastor's Christmas party in town tonight. ALONE. Not with a single child. Woo hoo. That was wonderful. We need to do that again soon.

I've got a whole pile of Christmas thoughts milling about in my head. Have been trying to sort through them. Have put off blogging about them.

Got outside today, it warmed up to -15C (3F) without a wind chill for the first time in a week!

my sweet munchkins

It's a picture of a picture, so the quality isn't perfect....but aren't they just adorable?

the height (or depths) of laziness

we drove the kids to the pool for swimming lessons today. In our defense, it had to be done. Despite it taking longer than walking, we had to do it. It was -25C with a wind chill of -36. No WAY were we walking the 1.5 blocks in that. Uh-huh. I was so grateful for my remote starting van.

Winter has slammed into us here. I can tell when Rob opens the door to the garage downstairs. Not because of the sound the door makes, but by the cold air that rushes up the stairs and dances around my feet. I hate our front door being open, for even a fraction of a second, because it lets in cold air. We are running space heaters in Isaac and Norah's rooms to keep them warmer at night. Our room is plenty warm, in the big bed, but the kids rooms are chilly. The sun sets too early and is rising too late. There is something odd about waking up at 8 am and thinking it's only 5.

With Christmas coming, all I can think about for gifts for the adults in our home are warm things - like more long underwear, slippers, jackets and toques. The kids get toys, but we get sexy woolens!

Now really, I don't mind winter. Overall, it's not the worst thing that could happen to us. Our house is warm enough, we have slippers (when I can convince the kids to actually not go barefoot!) and sweaters, I can always make coffee (*grin*). It just makes me realise just how house bound we can be from time to time.

Also makes me miss friends who can come over and play. Anyone feel like a board game and some yummy (from the oven, of course!) snacks?

Baby shower

Despite being as sick as I am, I managed to make a short appearance at the baby shower for Isabell. I managed to actually make a gift for it - a diaper cake! Lots of fun to do.


Oh, and it's snowing again....up to 6 inches today. I'm glad Rob got milk yesterday and we don't have to go anywhere.

well, lucky us

Guess who lives in the town that is currently the cold spot in the province? Yep. Lucky us.

Then again, we could still be in Vancouver, boiling our water day after day. Yikes. I'll take the cold thanks.

blah

I'm under the weather. My head hurts, I'm sensitive to light and noise, and I've pretty much lost my voice. If I try to talk too much, I wheeze and cough. It's yucky. My kids are watching tv right now, and have been for too long. I'm just too tired to do anything else with them. Which is a bummer, it's just above freezing right now and sunny out. I just want to go to bed, or lie on the couch and whine.

J (my new friend) called today to try to get together, but I just can't handle going out. I hate being sick. But she called (she likes me, she likes me!). I hope I feel better tomorrow, so I can go to M's baby shower for Isabell.

cross post from GCM

This week has been very busy, both girls have a tummy bug or something. I had this great ah-ha moment on Wednesday night that I wanted to share here though. My oldest is in ice skating lessons on Wednesday evenings. He was excited, but really unsure on the ice. A lot of "help me, help, help" and wanting to be held up and assisted on the ice. I was frustrated holding him up, I just wanted him to skate already. I didn't want to hold him up, he was making *me* wobbly on the ice. I just would tell him to stand up, you can do it. "help help, I can't". He had 2 big falls one night 3 weeks ago, where he actually was bleeding from his nose and mouth (bit his lip). I was so worried that skating was not going to work out, that we had wasted our money, that he was never going to skate. And then last night happened. I was tired, he was tired. I was sure we were going to have a bad night. I was wrong. He stepped out on the ice and WENT. Just started doing everything right. He wasn't fully skating, but he was 'marching', like the coaches told them to. He was stopping and turning, he was hokey pokey-ing, he was stretching and even jumping a bit. He was standing up after falling down. Without me. He wanted me there, but just to be there, not to help him. He was doing it. Even the coaches were saying "what happened with him? where did this confidence come from?" And then it hit me. I know where that confidence came from. I've seen it before. When my oldest was little, he needed my help, he needed me...all the time. I carried him around, nursed him on cue, coslept...I was there when he needed me to be. I had people tell me that he would never get out of my bed, never wean, never sleep through the night, never walk on his own. And one day, he did do all those things. On his timeframe. When he was ready. Just like the skating. When he was ready to step out on the ice without me, he did. He needed to know that I was there to literally pick him up when he couldn't. Which I did - until he was ready to do it by himself. When he didn't need me to do it. Later that night, DH and I were talking about it. About how much that experience reminded us of how he transformed from clingy and needy little baby to independant and confident toddler and preschooler. How meeting his needs then may have been hard, but worth the payoff. Just like meeting his needs on the ice was hard - ever sat on ice in jeans while holding a crying child? There are many ways that is no fun. Yet, last night, I got to watch him take off over the ice, on his own, confident and capable. I was proud of him and for him.

more random thoughts

-I'm cold. taking the kids out in the snow (pics on their blog) didn't help. I just can't get warm today

-I hate teaching Sunday school. It's NOT my gift. Or at least, it doesn't feel like my gift when I'm strugging with my own kids while trying to teach. blah.

-I have no motivation to do a meal plan right now. And it's showing as I hit 5 pm and think, hmmm, what should we eat. The old McGyver school of cooking (just some chewing gum and duct tape...)

-I'm drinking way too much coffee these days. But that isn't always a bad thing.

note this day

Today, something strange happened. It was around 1:30 pm. Both girls were napping, Rob and Isaac were still not home. It was just me. There was nothing to do! The kitchen was clean, even the floor mopped within 24 hours. The laundry was as caught up as it could be, with a load in each of the washer and dryer. The recently dried laundry was folded AND put away. The rooms were all tidy. The bathrooms were clean. There was nothing to do.

Short of taking on a 'project', I had nothing to do. It was lovely. For the whole hour it lasted, until Rob and Isaac got home.

a summary of the last few days

fresh snow, cold temps
Rob in the city, gone overnight, work related, took Isaac, staying at my mom's
big snow in city, they are staying an extra night
girls and I having fun
I lost the garage door opener, and Norah's mittens today
I may have a playdate tomorrow. that's a whole other post
note to self - don't leave potatoes in van in sub zero temperatures, and if you do, don't bring them into the house to thaw. Just don't.

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blah

It's cold and snowy today. I'm so draggy and blah. Couldn't get to aquafit this am, since Ruby wasn't being cooperative. I don't feel like playing with the kids.

I blame the halloween candy.

I have a one year old!

It is beyond shocking to me that Ruby is already a year old (as of Wednesday, for those out of the loop). This year has been really odd, some of the longest days of my life, yet the shortest year I have ever lived. Strange. Yet, she has reached the year milestone, and is growing up despite my wishes to keep her as the tiny baby I held in my arms a year ago.

There are some very crystal clear moments that I can recall from her birth and early days. The not-so-good c-section, the c-section that made me sense my own mortality. Kicking nurses out of my room, so I could have the rest they said I should be getting. The way she cried so much that first night. How loopy my post-op drugged conversation was. The strange paradox of joy over my new baby and grief for my Grandmother's death the day before. Holding her tiny, warm body, next to mine and just breathing the scent of her. The top of her head still smells a bit like that to me, even now. The softness of her cheeks and tiny toes.

Now she speeds about the house on hands and knees. Climbs everything she can while letting out squeals of joy at reaching each peak. Screeches at her siblings if they happen to cross her. She has figured out how to bait her sister, and gleefully teases her. The excitement she expresses when we open the front door or basement gate - as though she longs for adventure outside the confines of our small home. I have a sense that she will break my heart in ways I've never been prepared for. I sense adventure and boldness in her, a longing for new and exciting things, for venturing beyond. Despite her young age, there is such stregnth and determination in her.

"Where has this thing you call cake and whipped cream been all my life? I must have more!"











I wish I could see the future to know what is in store for her, for us. Instead, I prepare myself for bed, to snuggle up to my (still co-sleeping) cuddly little one. The baby that loves to cuddle close, despite her longing for new and exciting things.

She will still be my tiny baby for some time. I cherish the moments, all of them. As her name says, she is a precious thing.

Adult trick or treat!

woo hoo! I got the ultimate trick or treat yesterday. My mom and my FIL came up to stay for 2 days, FIL was in the city and they are up for Ruby's birthday. After a few hints at her lack of skill with a certain toy, mom brought it up for me to keep. Her espresso machine! Now I can make lattes again at will. How fun for Rob and I. I *so* miss my broken espresso machine in the basement, so this is SUCH a treat. Now to figure out where to store it....