A Day In The Life Of…

Sleep

Woke up at 5:55 so I could spend a few minutes with Luke before he left for work.

off to school

Sent three children to school.

snow on fence

Got depressed at the sight of falling snow.

making buns

Punched some dough to some music.

driving

Made a quick trip to town while the dough rose.

tinkling the ivories

After putting buns on pans, I tried out my new Philip Glass music.

school hockey

Went to watch Caleb and Ethan at a school hockey game.

oh, no!

Got a call at the arena that someone was coming to look at the house in 20 minutes. 20 MINUTES!?!

boys

The boys were shocked, too. We went home and cleaned until we couldn’t anymore.

borscht

After we were allowed back home, we had supper of borscht and buns.

church

Then off to church for worship practice.

me and my ipod

Then back home for bed.

The Winter Blues

Call it what you will – the winter blues, sun-deprivation, hormonal imbalance – but I’ve had a serious case of the funks for the past month or more. It ’s been rather annoying and getting in the way of enjoying life. February and March tend to do that to me, but this year was the first where I didn’t really have any other excuses to fall back on. I’ve been getting sleep, the kids have been listening (well, as much as they are capable of), nobody has been hating on me (except that one mom in McDonald’s), and life hasn’t been spinning out of control. I just haven’t been fully in the moment, more like in the back of my head telling myself I should really be having fun right now and asking why am I not. But, such is life. You need the downs to truly appreciate the ups, and here’s hoping that I’m climbing out of this particular valley and onto a hill.

A few of the things I’ve done this past month are:

- gone to visit our newest niece in Revelstoke (OK, holding her was bliss, it was baby therapy)

- skied the mountain at Revelstoke 

- forgotten to call various people for their birthdays (that means you, Mom, and Aslynn and my grandma and Alexander and my brother – shame on me)

- been to a beautiful wedding

- drove into snow drifts with the truck

- acquired some beautiful new piano music by Philip Glass

Now we are all caught up, I can continue my regular sporadic programming again. I promise, the next post won’t be so gloomy. And there’ll be pictures. And free candy. Ok, maybe not the candy, but pictures for sure!

Little Mr. Four-eyes

He is so excited to be wearing glasses. Hope it lasts!

New glasses

 

crazy child

Apparently, seeing makes him go crazy (and turns his tongue blue).

Happy Heart Day

heart stickers

 

Birthday #10

Caleb’s ten. That’s right, the big one-oh. He’s growing into such a good, responsible (except when homework is involved) boy, loving and sweet and quirky. What kind of child does not eat sauce? No gravy, no mayonnaise, no dip for his chicken fingers, which is all he’ll order from a restaurant. Definitely takes after me in temperament, Luke in looks. I think he’s had a good birthday. We surprised him with a mini motorbike – in fact, I’m pretty sure he was in shock when he first saw it. Both him and Ethan have been asking for a dirt bike for their birthdays for ages, and Luke and I have always told them point blank “No.” However, through weird circumstance, we acquired one a week-and-a-half ago. He had already asked, we had already given him the standard answer. Therefore, this morning was a bit overwhelming for him to say the least.

Doesn’t it always seem like that when something a person has imagined and longed for comes to fruition? It usually takes me a while to wrap my mind around things. Especially presents that are so much more than I’m expecting, unfortunately for Luke. I don’t scream, I don’t jump around and do dances, I don’t attack him with hugs and kisses, I just sit there and stare blankly at it. Give me a good hour and I’ll start to get excited. Give me a day and it’ll be all I can talk about. But those first moments, well, I’m just too overcome. Caleb, apparently, reacts the exact same way. We got him to sit on the thing and start it, and then Luke put it into gear and told him to drive in circles in the garage. He gave it some gas and managed to sideswipe the big garage door. Was he upset or what! The emotions were there at the surface, boiling over into great big tears and sobs (again, just like his mother!). After school, though, the tune has changed and excitement has set in. He had to show it to his friends and their parents. He’s talking about riding it around our acreage when we move. He’s… just like me. Poor guy!

Thumbs up

I think he somehow missed out on the logic gene

I looked out my window while the coffee was brewing this morning. I had just sent all three boys to school and had a glorious morning all to myself (oh, how I crave silence!) when I saw a little five-year-old encased in a snowsuit trudging up my driveway. My five-year-old, to be exact. Shoulders hunched over, head down, dragging his backpack and the plastic bag his skates were in. Nothing if not dramatic, this child. Anyway, I opened the door and asked why he came back home.

“Mom, my arm hurts, the bag with my skates is too heavy. I need a ride to school.”

“Titus, you were just at the school. You were right beside it. I watched you go around the corner. Why did you come back?”

“My arm hurts!” Tears are now falling. I’m not impressed.

“You were there! Right beside the school! It was longer to walk home and ask for a ride then to walk the few steps to the door!”
mischief in his eyes
More tears. I caved and put him in the car. What’s a mother to do?

The Fun and Games Never End

The nice thing about having kids that don’t go to school? You can take holidays/vacation/family time when everyone else must stay home. I remember those days, leaving Rainbow Lake in the middle of the week when Luke was done his shift and leaving the rest of the families stuck in that isolated town because of school. It was a blessing. Now, of course, we are just as tied down as all those around us. Thankfully we live in civilization now! 

My youngest brother, Luke (yes, same name, different person) and his wife Lindy are in that era of having a family that can roam for the time being since Benjamin is still a baby. And you know, it was nice to be able to have them over for supper when all the craziness of Christmas was over and done with. It’s a sad state of affairs when a gal’s brother has to move a province away before she invites him and his family over for a meal, but that seems to be the way I operate. All went swell. Turkey was good, although I’ve been told by husband Luke that the vegetable dish should never show its face at our table again.

We played Settlers of Catan, which my bro called the Christian Dungeons and Dragons (so true and so funny!). We talked. We put all children to bed and talked and played some more. I could’ve won the game if the deck of cards hadn’t been stacked with Soldiers at the top and Victory points at the bottom. We thought about watching a movie, but the projector decided to be ornery. Luke and Lindy decided God was giving them a sign – go home and sleep. Lindy took Benj out of our room so Luke (the brother) could pack up the playpen and she came out to the living room to get Benj ready to go when suddenly it happened. Benj puked. It was so fast Luke (the husband) and I didn’t even know what had happened. I thought it was a cough. But when Lindy looked up I realized something else was happening. 

“He threw up!’ she exclaimed.

“Baby puke? Or the real stuff?”

“Not baby puke. It’s chunky.”

Luckily her cleavage caught it all and saved my carpet (but not her shirt).  Poor girl. I think she handles that part of being a mom about as well as I do – with much, much gagging.  And I’m sorry I had to write about it, in a blog no less, but I did because I’m so glad it wasn’t me. He must have done it because we were starting to wonder if he was too good to be true. I can now report that he is indeed human.

the little puker*the tiny regurgitater*

Resolutions

Opening gifts and Grandpa and Grandma's

 

I hope Christmas was a happy time for you, restful and homey and comforting and loving. I love getting together with family and laughing and eating. In fact, I still have two more Christmases to go through before everything’s said and done! Our little family opened up presents on Christmas Eve since Luke had to work Christmas and I was not getting up at 4 am just to open presents and have crabby kids for the rest of the day. Titus scored with a Hot Wheels track (he was so very excited), Ethan and Caleb each came away with a pair of skis, I got some much needed dishes (gotta love stoneware) and I managed to surprise Luke with a Blackberry. It’s always so much fun to watch people open their gifts.

Now it is on to the New Year. And with a New Year comes resolutions. Yes, those things that I say I will do and then don’t. But this year I’m keeping them! Really! And if I don’t, I officially give you permission to bug me about it. But not too much, because I have a guilt complex to start with.

1. Lose weight. I know, cliche of all cliches, but something needs to be done. I’ve gained 4 pounds a year since I’ve been married. I’ve been married 12 years. Not good. Not only is it not healthy, but I need to be able to keep up to these energy-filled children that have come along since then. Last year was looking good after I started the marathon training but the shin splints and knees knocked me out and kept me on the sidelines. I’m pretty sure there is some statistic that tells you 99.99% of those start this at the beginning of the New Year fail, but I’m willing to take my chances.

2. Learn how to use my camera better. All the photos I took during Christmas – fuzzy. Soooo frustrating.

3. Get my housework done in the morning. Why oh why is that so hard? And yet it is.

4. Finish at least one project a month, whether it be knitting or sewing related. I don’t know why, but that seems to make me feel good.

OK, that’s it. I think it is probably enough. Do you do resolutions? Or am I the only sucker trying to turn my life upside down and inside out?

How to walk through a crowded mall

Ah, the joys of the holidays. Shopping! Essential to gift giving and yet more painful than the bills that come in January. While some have found a way around it by going online, the majority of us are relegated to long lines, no parking spots, and not enough muscle strength to carry everything back to the car at the end of the day. Need some advice? Just follow my tried and true steps to make your shopping experience a more enjoyable one.

1. Use the washroom at home. Stop drinking any liquids an hour before venturing out into the battleground.

2. Make a list. Then, make it again, this time in order of stopping points and stores that you will be frequenting.

3. Dress comfortably and for warmer weather than is currently outside. You will likely be spending most of your time either inside stores or inside your car. Besides, a mad dash from your parking space to the door is always invigorating and can clear your mind.

4. A parking spot is a rare and elusive thing. The best thing to do besides getting there before the store opens is to keep an eye on the people exiting the store and make for where they are headed.  If you have to wait for them to put away their things and buckle in young children and get seatbelts on and have a conversation before backing out of their spot even though there is a line of cars behind you, do it. Now is no time to be nice.

5. If you are going to need a cart, get it. Don’t bother going and filling up your arms only to find yourself dropping things off the top of the stack as you stagger your way to the checkout.

6. Once inside the store, stop. Look around. If you don’t know exactly where your item is, ask. Wandering aimlessly is an invitation to all available sales people to attack.

7. Don’t be dazzled by all the glitter. Focus on what you are there for and put up the blinders, especially if you want to cut down on the crying in January when your credit card bill is due.

8. If you are deciding between different brands of the same product, take them all off the rack to do it. There’s nothing more annoying than having your decision made for you by some grabby stranger.

9. As you near the checkout, make use of your peripheral vision. Choose the shortest line but keep those eyes open for one that’s moving twice as fast. If you do decide to switch, sooner rather than later is the key.

10. If you are in a mall, learn how to duck and weave. Be graceful and quick. There’s a slow-moving family ahead of you? Switch aisles. Some punk kid is making trouble in your path? Walk around. If you see someone pass you, draft them. Stick behind them as if your life depends on it. If they notice you, feign ignorance. If they look back at you, turn around and pretend to also be looking at someone behind you. It confuses them.

11. All done? Good! Now get back to your car and shiver all the way home where you will drink many glasses of water to counteract the dehydration you will undoubtedly have from not drinking all day. Strew all purchases on the living room floor if you don’t live with the their recipients, or stuff them in a closet if you do live with them (preferably the cleaning closet, they will never look there). Flop down on the couch and take a nap.

See? Shopping is possible, as is avoiding the dreaded washroom line in the mall. Just follow these eleven steps to transform your shopping experiences from sad to sublime. And if you catch me following behind you in a crowded mall, just pretend I’m not there. I’ll be pretending you aren’t.

Back in the fray

Whew! The last few weeks have been stressful, not because of all I was doing but because of the kids Sunday School Christmas pageant. Throw in hockey tournaments and games, driving on the snowy, icy roads, kids getting sick, husband getting sick, and the Christmas panic that sneaks up on me about the middle of December and I’m about ready for a nap or two. It will be so nice when the kids aren’t in school and we can just enjoy the season!  

I was so glad I had my dad video the kids’ play last night. Titus was priceless – pure fodder for when he has kids who are just like him. His class was reciting a poem, but he was ticked off because people were touching him. He just stood there and made the angry face and sulked the entire time. So funny. Ethan got the biggest laugh. The line he had was funny, but the way he said it was the icing on the cake. So serious! Totally deadpanned it. And Caleb, my little superstar, singing his heart out in the choir. Man, does that kid like to sing! 

 

Baby, it's cold outside

 

I guess today is a stay-at-home kind of day. I’m gonna be cleaning, cutting fabric for Titus’ quilt (that was supposed to be done in August – oops!), and drinking hot tea, hot chocolate, and hot coffee. I have a feeling the pajamas are going to be on for the most part, so I hope nobody decides to stop by, otherwise things could get a little embarrassing! Hope your day is as cozy as mine.

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