Thursday, December 27, 2007

Belated Merry Christmas

Well. Merry Christmas!!! So sorry I am late on the well wishes. I really had no Internet signal while I was gone. We were borrowing (at least we tried to) the neighbor's while we were at my Mom's but it was really patchy and I couldn't get on to check my mail or blog. I thought of you all and hope you had an amazing time with your families and friends.
I will be posting tons of pictures of our holidays and visiting all of you as quickly as I can, but we have 2 boys in hockey tournaments and 2 more Christmas dinner and gift exchanges this week. As well as my Monkey's fourth birthday on New Year's Eve.
Oh and I will have to show you all what I got for Christmas! So flippin' excited about it!

Saturday, December 22, 2007

The drive...

This started out as a post from my mobile, but now I am piggybacking a wireless signal. (shhh!!)

Yesterday afternoon:
We are on the highway to my Mom's for the holidays. We are singing fun Christmas songs and enjoying our family time. the kids are being amazingly well behaved with a minimum of potty breaks! woohoo! We have been driving for 4 hours and figured My Girly would really need a diaper change. She was dry! Daddy has her in the bathroom right now,yippee!
Oh! They are back, she did it! She pee peed on the potty! We just sang the song and I am all teary now!
Well she hasn't gone potty again in the last 24 hours, but no biggie, she will eventually:)
The kids were amazingly well behaved in the car, the trip went very smoothly I was just in awe of my terrific kids. We spent at least an hour singing Christmas songs together. My kids are scary good at the 12 days of Christmas. We are so glad to have arrived here and to be spending time with my family. Love them so much.
Hope all of your preparations are going well ant that you have an awesome Christmas.
Here are our traditional car photos.
Grumpy sleepy Girly























Juju
Monkey drawing Mommy on the window.
My boys amusing themselves. Look at all the stuff back there! We had a full roof rack too!
Mom and Dad rocking out during our sing-a-long


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Thursday, December 20, 2007

He's a mean one, Mr Grinch Mighty

For the last couple of years I have really wanted to get a new, fake, Christmas tree. One of the one's with the lights already attached. I have looked at them with covetous stares for a long time. Last year we went to the store and checked out a bunch and I chose the one I really liked. None in stock. They sent us to another of their outlets where they had a few of my gorgeous, full, white lighted trees. So we went. And we decided it was too expensive and left without it. We drove to Ikea and got 2 real trees, which were lovely and fun.
This year, my husband decided that we can't get a real tree because we are going away til after Christmas and it would dry out while we were gone. So we go back on a tree hunt. I find the tree I want and love and again they have none in stock. But, they have some in another store not that far away. But the tree is 300 dollars! And my dh keeps waffling and whining and complaining about the money. He is getting super grumpy! And we still have no tree.
Finally last night I told him that I guessed we could get a little 4 footer for the years that we are away at my Mom's and they we could get real trees when we are home for Christmas. So he grudgingly agreed to drive me to the store to 'look' again. He was not in a very Christmassy mood. Christmas often makes him a bit ornery:)
So we are driving along and Mr. Mighty says to me, "Maybe the trees will be cheaper on Boxing day and we can set one up when we get home."
Trying to contain my rage at this, I turn to him and say, "Well, I am sure that you couldn't be any cheaper on Boxing Day. grrrr"
Then we both laughed, me grudgingly, him out loud guffawing, and the tension was broken.
When we got to the tree section, the trees were on sale! I got to buy the tree I really wanted! And my dh was happy as a clam the rest of the night to have gotten a deal. He was humming flippin' Christmas carols in the store! The grinch's heart grew t'ree sizes that day, all for the love of a sale.
Love ya honey!

Wednesday, December 19, 2007

Hockey game

Last night my husband took my eldest boy and his best friend to the NHL game. This was the Boy's birthday 'party'. Because he is now 13 we let him choose between having a few friends for a party or going to a sporting event or concert with a friend. He chose Hockey!
His friend brought a gift wrapped in the Blue and Copper, an Oiler's t-shirt and cap and they spent the evening eating junk and screaming for their hometown heroes.
Here are the boys after J gave his gift to The Boy, check out his new duds!
My 3 men off to the game in their jerseys.
SORRY, PHOTOS REMOVED

The Oilers lost in the shootout (very unusual for them!)and our boys were a bit disappointed. My son told his Dad that in every professional sporting event that he has attended, his team has lost. But in every one that our 10 year old has attended, his team has won. My eldest felt like a jinx. My dh gently explained to the Boy that he really has no impact on the results of the game. At all. :)
I am off to shop, but I will be back later to visit all of you. :)





Watching the game with rapt attention.

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Winter Wonder

Thank you to all of you who sent get well wishes to our little girly. She is still pretty sick and at times miserable, but thankfully we didn't have to take her in to the hospital. The croup part seems to have passed now. And although I hate seeing my kids sick, I definitely don't mind the extra cuddles. Thankfully the rest of us have stayed healthy.
edited to add: Check out my homeschool blog for more photos of Christmas fun and hopefully a Christmas tradition in the making.
We have spent the last couple days getting ready to leave to go to my Mom's for Christmas. Mainly that has meant wrapping presents, cleaning and decluttering the house, and fitting in as many of our Christmas traditions that we have to do here at home. Two nights ago we bundled up all the kids, got some hot chocolate and went to the Festival of Lights down in the Park. Every year a number of organizations set up gorgeous light displays in the park and at night you can drive through the magical, Christmassy land, immersed in the glittering displays. The Festival of Lights raises money for the Hot Lunch program in schools and collects food for the Food Bank. This year was the most fun we have had there, because of our little one's enthusiastic reactions! All of the kids favourite set-up is one of the simplest. A squirrel running through the forest. They have a series of about 20 squirrels in sequential poses so that as each one lights up, it looks like he is darting through trees and over picnic benches. No matter what other amazing sights the children see, the squirrels always get the best reaction!
Here is a terrible photo I tried to take from the car.
Last night we bundled up again and headed to Candy Cane Lane. This is a street in the west end where all the houses decorate for Christmas, it is like the Griswold's gone wild! Some of the houses have beautiful painted displays as well as lights. I think my favourite is one with an Arctic scene complete with Northern lights, polar bears, seals, and inexplicably, penguins. We were going to walk the street and fully take in the displays, but it was quite late and we had 2 grumpy toddlers so we decided to drive. (Therefore I have no photos) Everyone brings donations to the food bank and you can take a horse drawn carriage on some nights. The kids begged to do that, but there were no horses last night.
About halfway through there was a house with an elaborate snowman display, the man who lives there even did up his front room and had that lit up for people to look at. He is an artist and was selling a calendar of snowmen illustrations to raise money for a cause he supports. At the very end of the street is one of my favourite houses. From the time Dh and I were dating they would decorate every inch of their home inside and out. Displays in every window, millions of lights. Last year the house was dark. Dh and I were so sad and wondered what had happened to the people who lived there. I am assuming they sold because the house was dark again this year. :(
On the way home, dh decided to stop at this house we always drive by that really is the Griswold's on steroids. You can not imagine how many lights this home has. It glows like a Christmas beacon to all who pass by. This year the Canadian Diabetes Association had a table set up outside. I guess the woman who lived there and had decorated for the neighbourhood all these years, passed away in September due to complications of her diabetes. Her son bought the house and put up all her decorations again this year, as a tribute to his mother who so loved them. He gave the CDA permission to come and raise funds and collect used clothing at the house and they give out literature with Maizie's story so we can all remember her. Pretty wonderful story. I took a few terrible photos, but you really have to visit it to appreciate it. She has displays in each of the windows, all different scenes, even the basement windows. She has a reindeer corral in the corner of the lot, tons of life size Santas caroling away, an angel looking over all who pass. I had always kind of laughed at the gaudiness as we had drove by, but being there and experiencing the full effect of the intricacies left me in awe and not a little dazzled with the wonder of the holiday.
I would love to hear about some of your favourite Christmas traditions!

Saturday, December 15, 2007

Lazy, Dazy Saturday

My baby girl is sick this morning. She woke up barking and wheezing and whimpering. Now for her, more than anything, the whimpering is a huge neon sign that she is sick. She is a one tough cookie. When she falls down, she usually just gets back up and looks a bit stunned for a moment before she continues playing. She can have tonsillitis, and I would never know until I look in her mouth while brushing her teeth. She is not the whining or complaining type of girl. She is very good natured, she even smiles and laughs while beating up her big brother (who is barely bigger than her and very mild-mannered).
So this morning she has been whimpering and crying and having a hard time catching her breath. Her resp. rate was very high and I could see the in-drawing at the base of her throat. Croup hits the Mighty house once again. Ugh. Poor thing. So mommy spent the morning cuddling and consoling and bathing and exposing those vocal cords to cold air. Right now, she seems to be feeling a bit better, she was dancing with R. to High School Musical! Still wheezing and coughing, but smiling and singing and dancing. She is tough.
I can foresee a trip to emerg. in my near future, usually when the kids have croup they do better in the daytime. I don't think the very dry air in the house, car and stores yesterday was very helpful, I have a pot of water on the stove today trying to raise the humidity level in the home.
Aww, she is trying to laugh at daddy and she has a wheezy, barky laugh. wah.
I am hoping that the cold, hockey arena air will help her this afternoon, because, of course that is where we are heading right away.
Woah! Huge news! R is cleaning his room! He is actually cleaning it, I wonder if that has anything to do with Daddy standing in his doorway holding a huge garbage bag. Hey! I didn't know he had carpet in his room! Strange. Go R!
We are spending a lazy Saturday morning at home, something we never do, ever! For once we only have one ice time, and it was NOT at 6:30 am! I am so enjoying being cuddled up with my babies, crocheting the Christmas stockings I have been working on for 3 years. Seriously. I only pull them out in the middle of December and work on them and I have yet to finish my baby girly's, or Kalila's or the one for a friend that I promised to do 3 YEARS ago! I got the body of A's put together last year, but I am still working on the applique of Santa that goes on the front. I have about 4 or 6 rows left of Santa's beard. I am determined to have it all finished by Christmas eve this year. So I guess I won't be doing too much scrapbooking this week:( I prefer the scrapbooking.

Ha HA! I just looked up to see the kids dancing. My Juju is doing the Cosby! I don't think he has ever seen The Cosby Show, but he is so doing the Bill Cosby Dance, Cute!
My boys found some old Christmas crackers this morning and one of them placed a crown upon my head. I had totally forgotten about it til My eldest just came in my room, got down on one knee, bowed and said, "All Hail Mommy, Queen of the Computer." Hmm, maybe I should spend less time in front of this thing. Maybe I should be Queen of the kitchen. Or Queen of the Laundry, or Queen of the Playground. I am sure the rest of my family would prefer any of those things.
I guess I will go for now, and maybe join in the dancing and throw some dinner in the slow cooker. Have a wonderful weekend, I know I am.

Friday, December 14, 2007

Christmas shopping

Well, we spent the day Christmas shopping, last night too. Now we have spent our wad and we are all done!!! I am so excited, this will be the first year that we don't do any shopping on Christmas Eve! Costco is usually so quiet Christmas Eve that we don't mind, but it does make that day a bit hectic.
My husband spent way too much money on me and I know what I am getting. I love it, but I agonize over the money he spent. I am agonizing over the money I spent! I am not a spender, well I can be, but I am a racked with guilt spender. Oh well, Christmas only comes once a year and this is really only the second or third time in 14 years that we have actually done this. Some people go overboard year after year. And our kid's gifts are quite reasonable, so I am glad of that.
It is quite fun to be able to go out and get something for someone that you know they will love. Often, gift buying can be quite painful for me, because I always feel like I can't pick something that will make the other person happy. I feel like I will buy or make something that I think is wonderful and the giftee will be disappointed and therefore be disappointed in me. It is totally dumb, I know, but it has always been a part of my perfectionist personality. For some reason I don't feel that this year. I feel like I put my heart into the purchases I made and the gifts I made and that it will all be fine. The people I am giving to, love me. I love them. And really that is all that matters. Isn't it?

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

Ahh...

Well, I didn't get out on my own yesterday, but I had a lovely morning where my dh took care of breakfast and diapers and child-minding and I stayed in my room and scrapbooked! And then we went out together for the afternoon and did some shopping. It was so nice to just be with my husband, walk hand in hand and just talk.
At dinner time we took the kids to a neighbourhood restaurant that we had never visited before and had some pizza. It was a terrific place with very friendly people and the pizza was just like homemade. Yummy! The restaurant was in the same complex as taekwondo, so dh walked them to the dojang and we finished our dinner.
After supper I bought the kids all new jammies and they looked so sweet and cozy last night as they tried them on that I had to take a picture. ( I do have two other kids, but they are much harder to catch with the camera!) Frame by Vera Lim
I feel about 100% more relaxed today than I have in weeks, almost asleep relaxed... barely coherent... :)
Today we have our homeschooler Christmas get-together and the kids are having a crazy gift exchange so we need to make a trip to the dollar store this morning. I was also supposed to bake. I haven't. I will be making a trip to the grocery store for party treats I guess. Oh and I need to pick up a hostess gift. Ugh. I wish I was a bit more organized, oh well. I can barely work up the energy to get stressed. Too relaxed...
I will have to blog later when I have something more to say. Have a wonderful day!
Oh! Wait! I have to show you what I was working on yesterday! I am making a storybook on Heritage Makers with our software that is free for everyone to use as well as the awesome Scrapgirls digital scrapbooking elements that come with our Premier Membership. Check out what I made in one morning. I am so impressed with how easy everything is to use. I especially love how the scrapbook elements are organized, I just type in a search word and all the elements that match come right up! So quick! Oh, sorry about the red borders, those are just there to show me what part will not print. I can't wait to get a few hours to finish this album, especially to make my own custom covers. How cool is that?
edit: not sure what happened with my preview of the 'At the lake layout, the journaling seems to have moved to a weird place, it is supposed to be beside the large photo on the back ground paper. oops!

Monday, December 10, 2007

May pages and Make-up

So today as I was making these..... (click image for credits)
A. was doing this....
Doesn't she look lovely with her make-up on? That girl loves mascara! I guess I should maybe pay better attention to her. Ack! She gets into everything. I had to throw her in the bath to wash off all the stinky perfume she found as well as all the makeup.
I had a pretty blah day I have to say. Dh came home for the night last night, but we didn't get to be in the same place at the same time because our eldest had a hockey game til 11pm! They won! This morning dh left for work again at 4:30 am. I didn't know when he would be coming home to stay, and my kids were more whiny today than yesterday before they saw him. blech.
But today he called and said he is done his job, he was too tired to come home tonight, but he will be here tomorrow! Yay! I get my dh back! My kids get their daddy back! Tomorrow I am sleeping in, then I am getting up, doing makeup, getting dressed up and heading out of the house without my kids. I have no idea what I shall do, but I will not be at home with my kids. I so need a little mommy time-out! I love my life and spending time with my kids, but everyone deserves a day off once in a while:)
I told my dh that I would be home.... sometime.

Sunday, December 09, 2007

Snow play

The weather finally warmed up a bit today, it was only about -5 C, so I bundled up the kids and sent them out to play. I came out with my camera and took a few photos, since I have been neglectful in that area lately. I think I have been secretly waiting for my new camera and shunning my old one!
R, my ten year old is out with his uncle today. Uncle Ryan picked R up for hockey and they have spent the whole afternoon together, walking the dogs, going for lunch. I am sure R feels pretty special, it is not often any of them get to spend the day with their Uncle, and he is a pretty awesome guy. Uncle Ryan and Auntie Chantelle don't have any kids, but they have two terrific dogs, so all my kids think that their house is the best to visit. They get to share the spotlight with their two favourite furries, Mommy is too mean to get a dog at our house.
I threw together this layout this afternoon using a template freebie from Amy's Blog, click on image for credits. I think I might stick this one in my Heritage Makers storybook I am making to chronicle 2007 . See this post for April and October.
I had to share this photo of A. This is what she looks like when she starts to talk, I don't know if it comes across to you as well as it does to me. But she does this thing where she tilts her head and closes her eyes for a second as she starts to talk to you as if she can barely stand to spend the few moments to speak with such peasants as you. It always starts with a big sigh and then she slowly and deliberately tells you what she has to say, just in case you are too dumb to understand. It makes me laugh every time. Thankfully it makes everyone laugh!
(frame by Two Sister's Designs @ scrapartist.com)
Have a wonderful Sunday.

Saturday, December 08, 2007

Heavy Heart

I sit to write this morning with a very heavy heart. My heart is filled with sadness for many who are suffering with grief or illness as we head into this holiday season.
I found out yesterday that my cousin's son and daughter in law buried their baby yesterday. I don't know many details, but their baby, Grace was stillborn at close to full term. Of course my heart is broken for them and for C., my friend at My Resurfacing that I have spoken of before, who's due date is approaching, who's baby Callum was born still at 34 weeks. Through her I have found so many other women who are suffering similar losses and every time I read one of their stories, my heart is ripped open a little wider. I pray for peace and hope for these families. The hope and assurance that I will one day hold my baby in heaven is truly what got me through the darkest moments of grief.
Some of my blogging friends are worried about loved ones who are suffering with cancer, my heart goes out to you. (My heart is aching for you Badness) This horrid disease affects every family it seems, I have lost some very close relatives to it and to diabetes, and my mil is a breast cancer survivor. I pray for strength and healing for your relatives and strength and peace for you my friends, as well as lots of time with your loved ones.
One of my close girlfriend's husband lost his Grandfather this week to cancer, her boys played with mine as their parents went to the hospital. Last night she was sharing with me how God was merciful to Grandma in allowing the Grandfather to go through the very last stage of death quickly and relatively peacefully. My friend is a nurse and she was telling me that sometimes the last gaspings of death can be quite prolonged and noisy and can be disturbing to the family. As Grandfather went into this part, my girlfriend said that Grandma seemed disturbed by it so she prayed it would pass quickly and my friend was thankful for God's mercy in this area.
It seems like every day I am confronted with the stories of strangers in tragedies and my heart is repeatedly broken as I think of the grieving families left behind. There was a woman and her four children from Prince George, all killed when their vehicle hit a semi. My heart goes out to her family and to the driver of the truck who also must be grieving. It seems so senseless and awful, I just pray that God will comfort the family and friends, offer them some hope in this hopeless time.
My mom's friend suffered a tragedy in his life last month. His wife's son has been very troubled and was at the end of his rope. He went out in his car and was involved in an accident where he and the other driver were both killed. The other driver was his mother. So this poor man lost his wife and stepson in one horrific accident. All I could think was, "Why God?" Then I reminded myself that there is no why that I need to know. We have choices we make and sometimes the consequences are horrific. I am so sorry for these losses. God, please offer comfort to this man and his family, some easing of their suffering, some hope of a better future. I guess God has answered this in a way for him as he has been spending time with his new baby Granddaughter this week.
I do not tell you about all these people who are suffering with grief to depress you. But I have been reminded over and over again to look beyond my snug little life to those who are in need around me. It is easy for me to be caught up in the joy of the season and forget the great pain of those I come in contact with. It is easy for me to get caught up in what I perceive as my own 'suffering' as I go through my day to day life, complaining of little annoyances, being irritated with my children (who are my greatest joy and blessings) or circumstances.
I don't want to forget to savour each moment with my family and friends. Life can be so fleeting. Children grow quickly. Tragedies take place in the blink of an eye. Healthy children and parents are blessings to be thankful for.
And, as a woman who believes in the power of prayer, who believes in a loving God who has all of us in his hands, it is my duty and privilege to spend time on my knees for those who are suffering and in need. Don't let me forget all those who are mourning and those who are ill, I am thankful that God is reminding me of those who need His love and making my heart soft to their stories. To be very honest, it had been a long time since I actually spent time in prayer for people outside my immediate circle. I often thought about it, but didn't actually get around to it, so caught up in my own life and selfish needs and desires. I am truly thankful that God is opening my heart to those around me again, my achy heart a constant reminder of the pain other's carry.
I used to be very sensitive to others in that way, very empathetic. But years of struggling with postpartum depression and leading a self-centered, selfish life had deadened me a bit to the emotions of others. I think I prefer being this way. I cry a lot more tears, but they feel so cleansing and real.
I feel like I am doing a real hack job on this post, I really felt like sharing what was on my heart, but it is not coming out right.
Please hug your family and tell them you love them. Remember how fleeting these moments are, the good and the bad. Please give a hug or say a prayer for someone who is suffering or in need, I know you already do:)

Friday, December 07, 2007

'Pots that isn't chicken AND Storybooking!

"Mommy, I have 'pots. My 'pots isn't chicken."
My 2 year old girly has spots. Spots that look suspiciously like chicken pox. The chicken pox that I fought a huge internal battle with myself over whether or not I should immunize against. Especially because it meant giving her 7 shots at one time. I told the nurse to go for it, she had her 7 shots. Her DTaP-IPV was behind because I could never get into the health clinic and she was past due for MMR and varicella (plus whatever else they do now, I think HIB, HP, pneumonicoccal and meningicoccal? ) so they wanted to do them all at once. It was totally against my better judgement but I let them do it.
So my girly is one of the few (I think 20%) that gets the varicella vaccine and still gets chicken pox. I hope hers is a mild case like the health nurse said it should be. And I hope my Monkey boy doesn't get it as well. Ugh.

(warning, shameless self-promotion to follow)
Scrapbooking samples
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Heritage Makers Yearbook

Here are a couple layouts that I will be putting in my yearbooks that I am having made for gifts with my Heritage Makers site. Click on image for credits.












Thursday, December 06, 2007

Retro Dinner

I found this recipe while blog hopping today on Katie's Blog. I thought that my children just might eat it so I made it for dinner tonight. Yum!

Taco Soup
1 lb ground beef
(I think diced onion with the beef would be nice too, but I had none)
1 pkg or 1/4 cup taco seasoning (I used a couple tbsp of Epicure taco seasoning)
48 oz tomato juice (I used V8, cuz that is what I had)
12-14 oz can of kernel corn (I used mixed veggies, again what I had)
16-20 oz can kidney beans, rinsed (I used black beans)

Brown beef and add taco seasoning. Throw in the tomato juice, corn and beans. Bring to a simmer. Serve over crushed corn chips (I used tortilla chips and served on the side for my picky kids) and garnish, as desired, with cheddar cheese and sour cream.
This received rave reviews from the harshest food critics ever, my kids! Thanks for sharing Katie.

Triumph of the Bad News Bears

Last night was a pretty exciting one in our eldest son's hockey season. His team, affectionately know as the 'Bad News Bears' finally won their first game of he season! They started the year with a bunch of small 13 year old boys, most of whom knew very little about hockey. Some could barely skate. They were losing games 13 - 1. Over the last 3 or 4 games they have really been pulling it together and on the weekend they only lost 6 - 5, my son scoring his first goal of the season! Last night they won in a deciding victory, 10 - 4! I think the parents were just as excited as the kids, what an awesome esteem boost. Now they know they can win, I think that is pretty important. They went through a time where they honestly believed that there was no way they could win a game.
Now they know better, and they played like a team. They passed, they spoke to one another on the ice, they made amazing plays. It was very exciting to watch!
My dh is supposed to come home tonight. I so need him to come home tonight. I am losing my mind. I feel like I am unable to deal with the children very effectively anymore. I am losing my temper much more quickly that I would like. The kids are whiny and disobedient. I feel like whining myself. Dh has been working out of town for more than a month and it looks like he is not going to come home tonight. They want him to stay til the job is finished on the fifteenth. When I heard that my heart sank. I felt like I would not be able to cope, especially through another busy weekend of hockey.
But, my God is good. His strength is all I need, and He will help me even for something so little as a busy weekend on my own. And He is so good to have given this work for my husband now. It was a very lucrative contract for my dh and it being extended these few days means that I get my dh home for the Christmas season! He won't need to work til the new year, and I am trusting that God will provide abundant work for his company in January.
So I can deal with another few days on my own. I will try very hard to not make my dh feel bad for being away and to have a thankful heart. I am going to try to knock some things off of my to-do list and prepare for Christmas, so that I can enjoy my time with my dh and our family to the fullest.
Oh! If you pray, please say a little one for my 10 year old. He has croup, quite badly :( Even though it is the middle of the day, his breathing is quite laboured. He always amazes me when he is sick. He rarely complains and he seems to have a sunnier demeanor than usual. When he was small he would get terrible ear infections, but we would never know until he got an eye infection. I am sure God let him get an eye infection every time so that we would treat his bursting ear drums and what must have been significant pain. Not a whimper, no tugging on the ear, nothing to alert us that his ear was so infected that the ear drum was usually moments from bursting when we arrived at the doctor for conjunctivitis. Anyway, he is a bit whimpery today, so we know he is pretty sick. I pray he is better soon and that it ends with him.

Update: well I failed miserably on the not whining to my dh about him staying at work. He called and told me that the woman he is working for came up to him and said that all the other contractors wanted to go home and would he please stay on to help finish the job. When he started to tell me that he said that he would stay there to help them out, I said, "I.. uh.. just.. no.. ugh... argh... why... AAHH!" and I hung up the phone. Then when he called back I was just too mad to listen, so I yelled that at him and hung up again. Now I feel bad. I could not even explain that I felt so awful that he didn't just say that he wanted to go home too. That I wanted him to be my hero instead of a hero to his client. I get all the practical reasons for him to stay. I do, I get that he is making contacts for future business to come his way, I get that he is making money so we can get ahead, I get that if he does this then he gets to spend a few weeks at home at Christmas. But I just want him here. I want him to choose me. I know that he really is choosing me for the long term by doing this, but at that moment I felt otherwise. Anyways, I am just a big whiner who misses her husband. Wah! He said he would come home to sleep tonight though, so I feel better about that. I guess I should get my housework done then:)

Wednesday, December 05, 2007

(almost) Wordless Wednesday

My favourite part of cold winter evenings, snuggling babies in cozy jammies!

frame by Two Sisters Designs @ scrapartist dot com

Tuesday, December 04, 2007

Does this make me Crah-zay?!

Wow, I am just wrung out. I have nothing to say at all. I had so hoped that when the craziness of November was over, my inspiration would come back. So far? Nothing. Oh well.
It was an insane weekend, we had 8 iceslots in 4 days, 4 cabin fever crazy kids, 3 sets of out-of-town guests, 2 snowstorms, 1 class of 4 year olds to teach Sunday School, and I am still minus one husband.
I got a phone call at 11pm on Friday night from a pay phone. Normally I would not have even answered, but I did. Now this was the end of Nanowrimo month and for the previous week I had not done a stitch of housework because I was crazy busy writing. My house looked like bombs had gone off in it. Actually it looks like that again today.
Anyway, 11pm, Friday night, phone call. It is my mom's boyfriend, he and his cousin are in town for the night to see the hockey game and they can't get a hotel room. Can they come and stay with me? Seriously? I was in shock but managed to stutter sh-sh-sh-sure. Instantly a plan of attack for the mountains of housework that needs to be done in the next 20 minutes comes to mind. I got my 13 year old out of his bed (he had only been in there a few minutes...) and made him take all the clean laundry out of the family room and into my room. (yes, after those hours I had spent folding the week before I had a new mountain to deal with.) I sprayed the bathroom with cleaner. I quickly picked up the main floor and tidied the kitchen. I vacuumed all the floors, mopped the kitchen . Put sheets in the wash and made up the bed. I was still on my hands and knees scrubbing the bathroom when the doorbell rang and the guys were at the door with pizza. At 1 am!
I was really surprised that he had called me, because he has only stayed here a couple times even with my mom here. We are just kind of learning how to be around each other. But it was fine and his cousin from NB was a super nice guy, so it was great to meet him as well.
Saturday morning I had to be out of the house by 8:15 with all the kids to take B. to hockey practice and a team parent meeting. We get there and just like on Tuesday, the times were mixed up and there was no practice. argh! I had left my house guests with a pot of fresh coffee and instructions to the toaster so I could get the boy to hockey. I won't be winning any hostess awards! So we had the hockey meeting anyway and that was fine. I took the kids back home and the boys changed from hockey gear into taekwondo gear and I wrestled the little ones back in their snow gear and into the van. I yelled at the ungrateful little wretches who are my oldest boys because we were running late. I had asked them a half an hour early to get ready to go so that we could leave on time to get there. They argued with me that it was not time yet!?! And then they ignored me for their computers while I kept yelling for them to get ready and help the little ones to get their boots and such on. By the time I got two little ones buckled in I was almost in tears and angry that the big boys did not seem to appreciate the effort it takes to get them to all their activities and how hard it is on their younger sibs sometimes.
So we get to the dojang and there is no Taekwondo. argh.
Back home to eat lunch and then do it all over again for hockey two more times.
Sunday morning comes and we are at it again. Hockey practice that the boy needs to be at for 8:30, I had to get the other 3 and myself ready for church first and then drop him off before we headed to church to teach Sunday School. Another terrific family dropped the boy off at church after practice, so that was awesome. After church we had a couple hours off before hockey started again.
My poor little monkey boy, he so hates going out. He is a real homebody and he craves schedule. All the running around really gets to him and when I say it is time to get ready he starts to fight and whine and cry and throws himself limp on the ground. Have you ever tried to fight a limp preschooler into outdoor gear and then into his carseat as he fights like a tiger? Not so fun. On numerous occasions I have had to wrap his coat around him and carry him in my arms into the van and fight him into the buckles. I feel terrible for him but he does need to cooperate sometimes and there are some things that we have to do. Needless to say, it is exhausting for both him and I. ugh.
Sunday night my Dad arrived for his regular visit on his way to work at Diavik. It is always wonderful to see him and it was so nice that he was able to stay with the little ones while I took the boy to his 9:30pm ice times.
Yesterday it snowed all day and it was really going last night. The roads were in awful shape and by the time I got the boy to his hockey practice last night I was almost in tears. This is my first winter driving and although I am doing quite well, it can be a bit scary at times.
Well right after that my cell phone rings. Unknown number. I usually don't answer those, but I did. It is my Mom! She is calling from Calgary where she has been trying to get a flight home. She will arrive in the city at 1am and is wondering if I can come and pick her up at the airport because she can't get all the way home tonight. The airport is almost an hour away from my house, on the highway and it is blizzarding. I did something I don't ever remember doing. I said no to my mom. I was totally afraid to head out in that at 1 in the morning, I was actually afraid of driving back home from the arena. I had planned on taking my dad to the airport in the morning as well, but now I thought I couldn't do it.
So my poor mom had to take a cab from the airport, the shuttles had stopped running by then. $70! I felt awful and I could tell she was annoyed. But she was nice about it this morning after she thought about how she did not really want me out driving in that anyway. And she was even gracious about having to sleep on the couch because my Dad was already staying in the Boy's bedroom (aka the guest room, my son is so sweet about letting people stay in his room)
I have daughter guilt now, especially after driving Mom to the airport just before lunch and the roads were pretty good. Oh well, better to be safe, I would hate for something to happen to me because I didn't listen to my better judgement. I have a total fear of something happening to me while my dh is out of town and my kids being alone:(
I love watching my kids in all their activities and I am so pleased that they can participate in them. But occasionally all the driving and getting preschoolers dressed in eighteen layers and then wrestled into car seats gets a bit much for me. Especially when it seems like the boys have no appreciation at the privilege it is for them to be able to participate and the work and money involved on our part. A thank you once in a while would be nice. And I would really appreciate if there was no complaining about actually going to the activity!
This afternoon I wanted to hibernate from the snow and I think we all needed a break. So on the way home from the airport we stopped at the movie theatre and went to Mr. Magorium's Magic Emporium. It was so awesome! Loved it! and so did the kids. We had the entire theatre to ourselves, so the kids got to relax and be themselves and the little ones got to wander a bit. But man does it cost a lot to take 5 to the movies these days!

Monday, December 03, 2007

Novel excerpt.

Okay, I am laying it all out on the line for you guys here. I honestly did not want to even look at my novel again for a long while, never mind share it with anyone. But I promised an excerpt, so her it is. Very rough draft full of run on sentences. Thanks for reading:)

Kate awoke curled up against Michael's body, her head resting on his arm and his other arm wrapped around her waist. She smiled as she thought of those large, calloused hands and the way they rasped gently against her soft skin. The way he stroked her entire body with them until she was shivering with pleasure, how they fell asleep still entwined in each other's arms. Then she heard the sound that had awakened her in the first place. Coughing, more like barking, coming from the nursery.
She slipped into her robe and quickly made her way across the hall. She could hear the wheezy, rasping breaths coming from her little girl, she picked her up and Sarah started to whimper. Her breathing becoming even more laboured as she awoke and started to cry. Kate reminded herself not to panic as she quickly carried Sarah into the bathroom and shut the door. She turned the hot water on full blast and pulled on the shower. As the room filled with steam she sat on the toilet seat rocking Sarah and singing quietly to her, stroking her sweaty brow. Kate reminded herself that she had done this before, sat in this spot rocking her other children, helping then to calm down and calm their breathing as the steam opened up their tiny airways. They had all been fine, this was no different. Croup caused their already tiny throats to become inflamed and swollen, partially blocking their airways. When they awoke in the night coughing and struggling, they became afraid and then they would cry causing even more respiratory distress.
Sarah seemed calmed by her mother's caresses, but her breathing was still very laboured. Kate lifted Sarah Grace's jammie top and looked at her chest. She could see Sarah Grace's delicate skin sucking in between her ribs and at the base of her throat with every breath. Her little girl was still in quite a bit of distress, so Kate turned off the shower, grabbed a blanket and took Sarah out on the front porch. She snuggled them into the swing and wrapped the blanket tightly around them as she held Sarah and let the night air work it's magic. On many different occasions she had taken the boys to emergency when they were in this kind of distress and more than once, the act of taking them outside to breathe that cool air, had done the trick before they ever got to the hospital.
Occasionally they had needed more care, often a inhaled steroid to bring down the vocal cord inflammation, one time Jonah had actually been admitted to the children's ward with a particularly bad bout of croup. They just couldn't get his oxygen levels high enough to release him. Katherine was really hoping that tonight would not be one of those instances. She hoped that the cool air would help her daughter to breathe easier and they would both be able to get some sleep.
They rocked there for a long while, Katherine almost nodding off a few times. She silently prayed as they swung, prayed for Sarah Grace and for all who slept in her home. She thanked God for all her blessings, feeling guilty for how she had been feeling lately. How ungrateful she had been. Asked God to help her feel content, to take away the restlessness that had been plaguing her for months. She peered into the starry heavens, looking for what, she did not know. Then she looked down.
She watched her baby girly with a smile as she calmed and her eyes grew droopy with sleep. “Thank you God”, she breathed. Kate rocked with her fuzzy, pink bundle for a few moments longer, enjoying the warmth and softness of her youngest daughter. Then she carried Sarah Grace back in the house and up the stairs to their room. She tucked her in with Daddy while she got the vaporizer from the closet and filled it up in the en suite sink. After she plugged it in and added some Vick's Vaporub to the reservoir, she crawled into her snug nest with her baby and her husband, wrapped her arms around them both and closed her eyes.
Sleep was evading Katherine as she went over and over the events of the last weeks in her head. It was a bad habit of hers to think too much at bedtime. Often, when she was young, all the embarrassing moments of her life would come to her at night. In her almost asleep state she was vulnerable to the negative inner voices that told her she didn't fit it, she didn't belong, she wasn't good enough. She had learned to keep them at bay by journaling. If she had anything on her mind she could write it down and then she didn't have to think about it any more.
More recently though, the journaling had ceased to be an effective deterrent. She was growing more and more ....... restless, for lack of a better word. She couldn't really put a finger on what was going on, but it scared her. She wanted more than anything to be a loving and caring wife and the mother that her children needed. She wanted to be the woman God intended her to be, but she knew that she was falling far short. And she was tired of feeling like a failure in her own eyes.
As she lay beside those two incredible gifts God had placed in her life, she struggled to find an answer, a solution to her discontent. A why for these feelings. She knew she should lay it all out before God, but she was afraid to bare it all, to actually take out all those feelings and look at them in the light. She was afraid of what lay hidden in her own soul.

Friday, November 30, 2007

Do it anyway.


*edit: I apologize for the american idol clip, kinda takes away from the song;P it was the first clip I found that had embedding code enabled. I will search for a better clip later tonight, after my crazy weekend day.

As I was driving to pick up my son from youth group tonight, this song came on the radio and it moved me to tears. I have been following a girlfriend's journey through grief on her blog, My Resurfacing. On Halloween, her long awaited baby boy, Callum, died in her womb at 34 weeks. There are just no words to express that kind of grief and how my heart aches for her. She is doing an amazing job of recording her journey and dealing with each emotion in her beautiful writing.
As I have read her story, it has brought my own grief at having had a stillborn baby girl, five years ago, to the surface as well. It is good to be able to see where I am now, and where I was then. And this song just struck me as being so fitting. Even though our babies died, there is no way we would go back and choose to not have borne them. We loved them as they grew in our bellies, and I would not choose to give back a moment of that. I still wish with all my heart that I had been allowed to hold her living in my arms, that I had been able to watch her grow and learn and love these past 5 years. But I am so thankful that I had a chance to carry her and love her if even for a few short months.
I have wasted a lot of time in my life putting things off, because I was so afraid of failure. Afraid of looking foolish. I did not get my driver's license until this spring for just those reasons. And you know what? I did fail the first time. And so I did it again. And it has changed my life in so many ways. Way more than the obvious reasons of being independent and getting around. It taught me that I need to try, to take chances, to put myself out there. And if I fail? Well so what? At least I got to live in the meantime.
That sense of overcoming a fear was part of why I chose to do Nanowrimo last month. I wanted to set a goal and accomplish it, just for the sheer joy of that. And if I didn't make it? Well, I would not have wanted to miss the personal journey my writing took me on, for the world. I learned so much about myself.
God did not put us on this earth to hide our light, as the old Sunday School song said. He wants us to be a shining light in a dark world. If we stumble, if we look foolish, if we are hurt, if we out and out fail? Then we try again. I promise that if you take a chance, build a life, chase a dream, choose to love someone or create a life, that no matter what the outcome, you will be so much better off than if you never tried at all.
God never promised us a perfect, happy life. We live in a world full of bad things as well as good. I sure don't know why bad things happen. But I promise that God is ultimately in control and he hears our prayers even when He doesn't answer us the way we would like. He is there with His great big arms to wrap us up and hold us like children. That image, and the thought that He holds my baby girl in His arms each day, are what get me through when the darkness seems to be closing in around me. I curl up in my God's ample arms and trust that he will see me through just as he always has. I need his strength, because my own is often not enough to get me through the day to day never mind the loss of a child. His love and his strength are always enough.
Anyway by Martina McBride
You can spend your whole life building
something from nothing
One storm can come and blow it all away
Build it anyway
You can chase a dream
that seems so out of reach
and you know it might not ever come your way
Dream it anyway
Chorus: God is great,
but sometimes life ain’t good
And when I pray
it doesn’t always turn out
like I think it should
But I do it anyway,
I do it anyway
This world’s gone crazy
and it’s hard to believe
that tomorrow will be better than today
Believe it anyway
You can love someone
with all your heart,
for all the right reasons,
and in a moment they can choose to walk away
Love ‘em anyway
Repeat Chorus
You can pour your soul out
singing a song you believe in
that tomorrow they’ll forget you ever sang
Sing it anyway,
sing it anyway
I sing, I dream, I love, anyway

Thursday, November 29, 2007

Officially a Novelist!

I did it! I wrote a novel! I am officially a novelist! 50000 words in less than 30 days! Crazy, but I did it!
Wow, I am so sick of typing, this is gonna be a terribly short post.
I did it!
And I certainly could not have done it without the support of all my blogging friends. I am sure that without you to keep me accountable, I would have given up long ago. It was much harder than I thought to stay disciplined and keep writing, when all I wanted to do was read blogs or watch a movie or just about anything but write.
Thank you, thank you, thank you.
You are amazing women and I am so excited that you are a part of my life! Thanks for all the encouragement. I can't tell you how my heart soared reading your 'Go Go Go's'
Someday, I may even let you read my novel. I will try to at least post an excerpt tomorrow. I hope it isn't total carp!
Okay, I am going to stop writing now considering how free I am being with the exclamation points, I don't think anything good can come of continuing right now.
Hugs!
Yay me!!!!!!

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Noveling... again

Incredibly I am managing to wrap up my novel. Only 3000 words to go and I think that there are just enough for me to tie up the loose ends of my plot. In January when I start editing, I will have lots of scenes to fill in and add, but the bones of my book are there. So exciting!
My back is seizing up again, so I am off to bed, I will finish up tomorrow I guess. Nothing like leaving it to the last moments. Actually I am sure I would have been finished now, if it were not for the incredibly, indescribably trying day I have had as a mother. But that is a whole other story.
Thanks again for all the encouragements!
Anyone ever feel like sending their children away to boarding school? Even just for a week? ugh.

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Boring book

ugh. Do you think it is bad to be so bored of your own novel that you can barely finish writing it? I think it must be. If I can't stand to keep writing it, I am sure there is no one out there who will want to read it straight through. ick.
Of course I am not writing it for anyone 'out there'. I am writing for the girl inside here. (pointing at my heart) I am writing this novel for me, simply to be able to say that I did it. Does it really matter if it is readable? No, what matters for me is that I set a goal and that I meet it. And honestly, who after writing for 27 days straight would not be a bit tired of it? I am so anxious to be done writing this story. I want to scrapbook again. I want to write something in my blog that is slightly more entertaining than the drivel of the past couple weeks. I want to organize my house and get ready for Christmas. I want to shop! I want to read as many blogs as I like and not feel guilty for neglecting my novel, and then make tons of comments!
I just want to be done. I am almost at 43000 words now. I would like to crank out a couple thousand more tonight, maybe I should go to bed early and write tomorrow? There are only a very few tomorrows left. That scares me a bit.
My non noveling life continues in my novel's shadow. Today was filled with much running around. We had our fall meeting with our home education facilitator this morning, so I had made 2 pans of brownies last night (my grandmother's recipe, with added Bernard Callebaut white chocolate chunks). Yummy! Our facilitator is so encouraging and helpful, it is always nice to see him. I find him very affirming to what we are trying to do with our children, I really appreciate that he shares our faith as well, because it gives him more understanding to what is most important to us.
This afternoon we went to our homeschooling friends, bi-weekly get together. Great conversations, more brownies, perfect afternoon. Then home to say goodbye to Daddy, off to taekwondo and then the hockey practice that wasn't. Our ice slot was double booked, and our coach never showed up. Mass confusion and annoyance was shared by all. I have to admit to not minding too much, I got to go home and put my kids to bed and try to work on my novel. My flippin' boring novel.
Okay, I guess I should get back at it. The sooner I finish, the sooner I can move on to other things. (6500 words to go people!)

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Monday, November 26, 2007

Nanowrimo countdown

Hello bloggers! I am at 4000 words today already, I ran around all day with dh, writing as he ran into places to do his errands. I am going to spend the whole evening writing, so I won't be blogging or blog reading.
Thank you for all your encouragement and interest. I am going get this done and then I will be back to tell you all about it and catch up with you.
Thank you!
10000 words til THE END!!!!

Sunday, November 25, 2007

Weekend is done.

Well, my back feels so much better. I guess I needed to take some time to relax and especially time away from my laptop! We had a great time at the silent auction last night. My mom and her boyfriend ended up staying last night because of the freezing rain, so they came with us to the pub. Some of dh's relatives came with us as well. We had a ton of laughs, some drinks and yummy pub food. The kitchen was so backed up it took at least an hour if not longer to get any of our food, we felt bad for the servers because they were taking all the flak. Our server bought us a round of drinks and even comped some of our food. She was terribly sweet and told us we were her favourite table, because we were so understanding. We left her a huge tip, of course:)
My dh went a little overboard on the bidding. He won 3 sets of NHL tickets, so we are all going to go to some hockey games in the next month or so. Should be a blast, hockey is the one sport that I really enjoy watching. Helps that my children play every weekend!
I am feeling kind of stressed about my novel. I have almost 14000 words to go and only 5 more days. I have a feeling that all the housework I did this week will have been a complete wash by the end of this week. I am going to have to put in some major hours if I am going to finish my book in time.
I just want to say thanks for all the love and support I am receiving from my blog friends. I so enjoy reading about your lives and hearing from you. Thank you. I can't wait to be done this novel writing thing, so I have more time for blog reading;)

Saturday, November 24, 2007

Saturday Morning

Mmm. My back feels slightly better this morning. My mom is here and she rubbed it for me last night and I had a couple glasses of wine (Grey Monk's Latitude 50, yum!) so that let the muscles unbind a bit. My neck is still stiff and I am pretty hunched up, but the degree of pain is lessened! I have to admit to loving being taken care of by my Mommy sometimes. So wonderful.
I am sitting here in the dark, I got up and ready to go to my son's hockey game, Dh drove him and I was to bring everyone else. But no one else got up. Mom is still snoring:) The kids are all still sawing logs. Even my little Monkey Boy, who is usually up by 6. So I am just enjoying the peace and the darkness. I just put on the coffee, looking forward to that first cup where I wrap my cool hands around the warm mug and let the moist aroma wash over my face as I inhale deeply and take that first lip scalding sip.
Oh. I hear movement. My mom's boyfriend is getting up. Oh! There is my girly, singing in bed. So much for the quiet, I was hoping to get some writing in this morning. Oh well, it was heavenly while it lasted.
Off to change bottoms and make breakfast and then a day of shopping and hockey and housework. Fun! I am hoping to get a new outfit today for my son's team's silent auction tonight. I haven't shopped at all this fall! (I keep hoping to go down a size or 2, so I haven't bought new clothes. -So not happening.)
I hope you all have a wonderful weekend, and find a few moments of solitude and peace. We mommy's need those little sanity keeping pockets of time.
Gotta run, the coffee is done, and Girly is getting LOUD.

Friday, November 23, 2007

So I managed to put out my back and neck with all this writing. Oops.
So I won't be on the computer at all in the next few days except for novelling.
I will miss you all and will talk to you soon:)
My girlfriend, Speilmom had some interesting questions on her blog today relating to community.
It really made me think and I practically wrote a whole post in her comments. I am pasting it here because I would love to hear from you and your thoughts.
Gosh. Your questions about community are ones I have been asking myself lately. And that I have been exploring a bit with my MC in my novel.Does anyone truly know me? Why not? How can I possibly trust someone that much?One thing that came to me was the importance of spiritual mentors, someone you can trust implicitly, who has earned this trust through their guidance and involvement in your life. Someone to pray with and share with. I really don't see a lot of this happening in the Church these days. At least in my experience. Partly because for many of us, community doesn't really exist. If we had a close knit community, there would be women (or men for men) who would watch us grow up and whom we could look up to and maybe we would naturally develop these types of relationships. I know when my Mom became a Christian, it was because of ladies like this, who took an interest in a young mom, shared with her and supported her and then discipled her into relationship with Christ. I had women like that in my life as a teen, but when I grew up and moved away I lost than lifeline. I started attending much larger congregations where it was much easier to follow my natural inclination to get lost in the crowd. Keep my anonyminity. I think that maybe we have lost something very important that we need to find and cultivate, especially with the young people coming up. I think they are our responsibility in some way. And because I think I would like to be truly known. Truly known and loved anyways. That is the love of Christ.

Thursday, November 22, 2007

I should...

I should totally be blogging or writing right now. Or at least doing some blog visiting and commenting (I apologize for getting behind).
But instead I am going to finish watching Casino Royal, drool over Daniel Craig, and eat some popcorn.
I did spend some time on my novel today, developing my antagonist. I realised that he was being sorely ignored, so I beefed him up a bit today. It was fun! He is really more selfish than bad I think. We'll see, he may turn out to be truly evil, we have 17000 words left to find out.
Off to drool...

Happy Thanksgiving!

Just want to wish my American friends a Happy Thanksgiving.
Enjoy the food, family and fellowship of the holiday.

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

My Cwazy Girl.

I just want to say that I so appreciate the encouragement I have been receiving from you fellow bloggers in regards to the novel thing. You guys rock! I am pushing on, slowly but surely.

So tonight I am tucking my Girly into bed and she reaches under her pillow and pulls out a piece of waffle and takes a bite. I am in such shock that I just watch her as she then stuffs it back under her pillow and lays back down.
A WAFFLE! Under her pillow! Where did this come from? And why did she think it was a good idea to keep food under her pillow?! I guess she grabbed it on her way through the kitchen up to her room, when we came in from her brother's hockey game at 10pm. So late!
Two of dh's brother's, and one brother's girlfriend came to the game and it was a blast. They are loud and fun and kept the kids wound up for 2 hours. My kids were just crazy and my Girly kept taking off her clothes. In the arena.
anyway. Now they are tucked in bed! phew.
Last night, my Dad was here overnight. My Girly did not have a nap yesterday, so by bedtime she was pretty crazed. At one point she was running in circles around the living room, screaming in her monster voice, "YOU looking at ME?! You looking at ME?!" Over and over, we were almost peeing our pants laughing so hard.
That girl needs regular sleep and meals/snacks. Otherwise she is 'out of contwowl,' as she likes to say.

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Wow, I have so over-scheduled myself this week. I, of course didn't find any writing time on the weekend, I never do. I didn't write yesterday because I was out at the Rec centre with the kids and some other homeschoolers, and then I folded laundry and organized some toys in my family room til 1 am. My mountains of laundry that had piled on my couch are finally folded and put away! But I am way behind on my writing.

I got busy on my housework at 8 am again, because my girlfriend was bringing her kids over at 10. I watched them while she went for a hair appointment. The kids had a blast with their friends and as bonus I got to visit with my girlfriend for a few hours afterward. Then I prepped dinner and took the boys to taekwondo. My dad is spending the night tonight on his way home from work, so I am looking forward to visiting with him tonight. But that also means no writing. Tomorrow is scheduled from 9 am til 10pm! Before I know it I will be a week behind and the month is almost over and I am starting to freak out a little!
I am rediscovering the need for balance in my life, there are a lot of demands on my time. I have four kids with various activities. I am responsible for providing them with an education, pretty much solely responsible. My dh has been working out of town for the entire month. On the few days he has been home, he really wants and deserves my attention. So no writing. I have a house to keep clean and organized and food to buy and prepare. I am really feeling the time crunch that all moms feel, that there are never enough hours in the day. Spending an hour or two a day writing didn't seem like a huge deal at first, but it has become very difficult. Yesterday and today I avoided it by plunging into my housework that has been building up. And I feel a bit better, I even took the time to write tonight. I just got in today's word count, but it is a million times better than falling behind another day.
Finishing this novel is important to me, even just for the satisfaction of meeting a goal. I am going to take the time to do it. This weekend will be very difficult to take time out to write. My dh will be home, and we just want to spend time together. He hates me having my attention glued to the computer. But I think he will be understanding and give me the hours I need to catch up, maybe I can get ahead and actually finish on time!
How do you find balance in your life? How do you find time to do things that you love, while keeping up with family and home and career?

Monday, November 19, 2007

THIRTEEN! The photographic evidence.

Pictures from yesterday, see this post for all the details:)
Paster T's first baptism, my boy telling the world about his faith.

Grandma and B. The Boy and Auntie M and C.
Grandpa D and the Boy

The Boy figuring out chopsticks while Gramps laughs.
The Monkey Boy kisses the birthday boy.
Uncle D and B.
B. showing off how tall he is next to Auntie H.


Sunday, November 18, 2007

The Boy becomes a TEENAGER!

My oldest baby boy turned 13 today! And at church this morning he was baptized, following in the footsteps of his Lord Jesus Christ, telling the world that he is a Christian and wants to serve God with his whole heart.
I spent the entire day in tears. Literally sobbing from the time I awoke til now. I didn't think watching my son officially leave childhood would be quite so hard. I am just so enormously proud of him, so in awe of the young man he has become. If you knew him, you couldn't help but love him, his enormous heart just bursts forth from his every pore. Through his every word and deed.
13 years ago, I was a very scared but excited, 19 year old girl. Praying that her baby would be born healthy and strong and SOON! After 3 days of inductions, I just wanted to meet him (read: O. U. T. OUT. Out of my body.!) I honestly was not that afraid of whether or not I would be a good Mom, I was too naive to really even question it. I went through those early years on Love and instinct and gut feelings. (and a ton of Prayers) I of course read everything I could, and followed the examples I had been given. And I made tons of mistakes, still do.
But in spite of me, he has turned out pretty darn amazing. He is everything a mother hopes her son will be, and immeasurably more than I could have imagined. He is the most compassionate person I have ever met. He is naturally helpful and kind and friendly and loyal. He is flippin' brilliant. And he is the toughest, tender-hearted person I know. (well, other than his Dad) He adores everything about hockey and is passionate about taekwondo. Science and nature top his list of 'things he can never learn enough about'. He always has his nose in a book, literally. (Just like his Mom) His imagination has never stopped astounding us since he learned to talk, and I can't wait to read the novel he is writing this month.
He loves God with his whole heart and His presence in B's life is evident in all he does. He truly serves God.
I could gush for hours and hours, I love my boy so much and as hard as it is to leave his boyhood behind (thankfully not entirely, he is still, thankfully, very innocent in many ways) I am truly looking forward to watching him grow into a man of God.

We had a wonderful day. Dh's extended family all came to church with us in the morning for the Baptism and then we all went for lunch together. B's choice was an all-you-can-eat buffet, something we hadn't done since he was a baby, it was actually really nice. Wonderful food, great service, and perfect for taking a large group that included seniors and preschoolers. It was so special for us that they all came and shared the day with us. Other than DH's Mom and stepdad, the rest of them are not church-goers, and the few that have any church background were either Ukrainian orthodox or Catholic. I imagine our church was a bit of culture shock, but they were all pleasantly surprised by the friendly, accepting atmosphere.
I amazingly made it through this post without any more tears. My heart is just so full of love and wonder in the child God gave me.

K, I was trying to post the pics, but blogger won't let me, so maybe I will scrapbook them and show you the pages:)

Saturday, November 17, 2007

PB & J

Jam ate Peanut Butter and
Peanut butter ate Jam.
Jam wasn't hungry but
Peanut Butter was.
Jam ran away.

Jam ate Peanut Butter and
Peanut Butter ate Jam.
Jam was hungry but
Peanut Butter wasn't.
Jam ate Peanut Butter.

A poem composed by my 3 year old at 6 am and repeated in my ear 12 times after 2 hours of sleep. Cute!

Friday, November 16, 2007

Crashes and Eruptions

So last weekend my dh parked my van out front for one night. I usually park in back - either in the garage or on the driveway, but he had his big truck on one side and the refuse bin for our renos on the other side. I went out in the morning to load the kids in the van for church only to find a bunch of broken glass on the ground beside my door. Someone had hit my mirror with theirs, I guess, as they drove by. I live in a quiet little cul-de-sac. Everyone knows everyone. And no one even left a note of apology or anything. I was sad, but dh was pi$$ed.
So I took my van in this morning to have a new windshield put in as well as the mirror replaced. I never realized how much I use my mirrors til now!
They had quoted us a price on the mirror and told us they would have it in for today. When I arrived, the very charming glass guy tells me that the manufacturer no longer makes that particular mirror. So, while I have a lovely new windshield, I still don't have a driver's side mirror. And I am still only parking where I don't have to back up!
But glass guy did charm me into buying the windshield warranty that allows me to get my next windshield for only $60 instead of $200. As he pointed out, it didn't cost me extra because it was the same price as they were gonna charge me for the mirror. Hmm.

OH! My poor little girly. I was just telling her Daddy that she was kinda making me crazy the last few days. Tonight I was trying to get her ready for bed and she was completely freaking out. She wouldn't let me put on her diaper or anything. Finally I had her locked in my arms fighting her into her jammies and I happened to look down at her wide open, screaming mouth and I saw a suspicious spec of white, actually a few of them. Her 2 year molars are coming through. So I wrapped her up in my arms and asked her if her mouth hurt. 'MMMHMM,' she sobbed. So I asked her if she wanted some medicine and gave her some big cuddles and Tylenol, and then she was fine. She just needed some understanding and some mommy loves. Instead of Mommy, frustrated, 'stop it!', 'lay still' -ness.

ps. I am right on target with my word count, 26740 words to be exact. Not really ahead of the game like I would like to be. But on target! Thanks for all the support guys!

Thursday, November 15, 2007

Mountains and molehills

Well I decided to get caught up on some housework today. I must have folded laundry for three hours and I am only maybe half done. You see, we make so much laundry at this point, that I need to do at least 3 loads a day. But I do not have time to fold it, at least that is not my time priority. So I bring it up out of the dryer and lay in out over the backs of the couches in the family room, thinking I will fold it when the next load comes out and I have a few minutes. And then I do it again. And again. And eventually what I have is a huge mountain of laundry waiting to be folded and who really has time to fold a mountain of laundry.
This method worked well when I used to watch tv. I would turn on my favourite shows after the kids went to bed and I would get my laundry from that day folded within the first show. Well this year I started spending way more time on the computer and far less time watching tv. Until it soon became my habit not to watch tv at all. Not a bad thing, I guess. I will go to bed early with a book, or stay up late reading blogs. But what I am not doing is folding laundry.
So today I did. Some of it even got put away! My 3 year old loves to help and he put all his own laundry away, yippee!
The only problem with him having drawers full of clean laundry is that he seemed to take that as meaning he had to wear every outfit in his drawers. Now he knows I would rather him keep the same outfit on all day if it is clean. So how did he justify 7 different pairs of pants today? I will tell you. He kept wetting his pants. And then running up to his room to change. And then saying, "I'm sowwy Mom," in the most pitiful little voice you ever heard. Aye!
What is with the apology thing anyway? He has been apologizing to me constantly, every time he does anything that could remotely be construed as wrong. My heart churns every time he does it.
He is very soft-hearted and sensitive, so I am very careful with how I speak to him and discipline. I have to use a quiet, even voice, and be extremely logical and reasonable. I can not raise my voice to him at all because it totally crushes his little heart. I am so careful not to, but he is still dancing around me like he thinks I am going to come down on him for something. I hate it! I feel like an ogre:) Lot's of times he is apologizing for things that I don't even get upset about, or think deserve any discipline at all. Like spilling something. If they spill I say that it is okay, why don't you help mommy clean it up. Or if he steps on my toe. I might yelp a little ouch, but then he over-apologizes, and I have to tell him I am fine, it is not a big deal, don't worry, stop apologizing.
Anyway, it is bothering me. I don't want him to do this, and I want to know why he is doing it. All the children are acting a little off with Daddy being away. Maybe it is just that. Or maybe I am still apologizing too much. Or maybe I did something that scared him, like yelling at his brothers. I don't know. Has anyone else dealt with an over apologizing child?

Oh! I got an awesome meme today from Don Mills Diva, so look for that later. Maybe on the weekend.
And, I am still not at 25000, I am just under 24 000, but I think I am going to bed. Too many late nights for the mama, it is stunting my growth. I will write tomorrow. And I will visit some of your blogs tomorrow hopefully, please forgive me for not getting to it tonight. I so tired.
adieu