Wednesday, June 25, 2008

traffic accident

So today Josh and I went for a bike ride to the library. At an intersection a few cars had to stop to let us cross. As we were crossing I managed to lose my shoe on the road. I dismounted to pick up the shoe, because all of a sudden my feet didn't seem to have the ability to work properly. Next, as I was bending over to pick up my shoe my shirt caught the bike seat and I was stuck. Any way I moved, and the bike was following me. Once separated from the bike, I couldn't manage to get back on the bike; I was feeling very stupid and self-conscious at this point and didn't dare hop on just in case I would suddenly fly over the handlebars. All this and the whole time I am thinking, "Man alive my mom was right. I shouldn't wear flip flops while biking."

I just hope I made some drivers' day and that they can laugh at my stupidity.

Sunday, June 22, 2008

halo heaven

Josh went to a Halo party last night. Or should I say this morning? He got home at 4:45am, does that make it yesterday or today?

Saturday, June 21, 2008

potty update

I haven't mentioned Levi in a long time in regards to his potty behavior. What we have been doing lately is putting a pull up on him at night, but only after he has fallen asleep. Last night we simply forgot to put him in his "nighttime undies" (because they are NOT diapers!), and he woke up dry as firewood. Woohoo!!!!

Friday, June 20, 2008

killer kijiji

I have been checking things out on kijiji for awhile now, but haven't really gotten into it until recently. As in last night recently. I bought Levi a used bike (way better than the $60 new!), and a bunch a nice clothes for him for ten bucks. AND I also sold my car bed, without having to pay for advertising or anything. Thanks kijiji.

What does kijiji mean, anyways?

P.S. Punch it out on your keyboard, it is fun to spell.
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Wednesday, June 18, 2008


So.... how to write about me. Hmmmm...... How does one write about herself in an interesting manner, when her life is absolutely ordinary? I have the answer: she writes about her mother!!

My mom is a convert to the church. She joined in Kansas, while away from her hometown of Stillwater, Oklahoma, studying. She met my Dad there and was shocked when she first came to Canada to meet the family. She was expecting ice fields and dogsleds. (I now know that although southern Alberta does not necessarily fit that description, Saskatoon certainly is an ice field for most of the year).5 kids and many moves later, I am in the picture, growing up in Calgary. I have many memories about my mom.

I learned that she is much smarter than me the hard way. When I was around 16 I lied about seeing a certain movie with my friends, telling her instead that I was viewing How to Make an American Quilt. The next day after school, I find sitting on the dining room table a quiz just for me. Turns out my mom had caught the matinee of the Quilt movie, and wrote me up a short answer test to see if I had actually seen it. Of course I failed, and I was banned from movie theaters for the rest of the year.

My mom is very thorough. When I moved away from home for the first time my mom managed to send me 5000 miles away with six extra large moving boxes of everything but the kitchen sink. How we got all that transported by airlines to Texas for free is a mystery to all but her. I had a microwave, springform pans, duct tape, string, thumbtacks, laundry basket..... you name it, and I had it as soon as I walked in the door. Included was even a list of food to buy at the grocery store AND a separate list for Walmart for cleaners and an ironing board.

My mom and I look alike. We are the only blond-blue-eyed Cahoons of my immediate family. It sort of made us the black sheep. There are some pictures of me and when I look at them, all I see is my mom. Weird.

My mom is a very safety conscious person. I think the only time I was ever grounded was when I rode my bike without a helmet. Of course, I left the house with a helmet on - I would just stash it in the bushes once I was around the corner. You would think that a 15 year old would be smart enough to see a 15 passenger beast being navigated by their mom, cruising along the road. Unfortunately for me, I was not, and I was so busted. (Apparently I really would have needed the head protection). I later earned the nickname "Safety Sach," and consider it a trait of hers that I inherited.

This post could go on and on but I think I will end here. It is much easier to write about my mom than it is about me. I now see why a person can write a whole book about their mother. But, I think when we write about our mothers, we are really writing about ourselves. Because without my mother, who would I be?

Sunday, June 15, 2008

lurker alert

I had the best comment the other day. Someone who I have never met left a comment. We attended the same institute class way back in the day. I thought it would be a good idea to have a post that sums me up so that anyone who may not really know me can get a better idea of who I am. BUT- turns out it is a lot more difficult than I thought.

I guess I am just not as interesting as I thought I was.

father's days

Daddy has had a lot of father's days lately.

Just about everyday it is father's day to do all the work around here. Its his job most days to feed the kids, play with them, teach them, love them, bathe them, read to them, and put them to bed. (I still love them, but am exempt from many of the other tasks for the summer). He has been real busy but has done such an incredible job! I am real proud of him. My kids will have big shoes to fill one day when they themselves become fathers.

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

the boots

These boots are Enoch's bread and butter. They are the cherry on top of his ice cream sundae. The apple of his eye. His joy and delight and his everything. He wears them in the house all day and would wear them to bed and to church if we let him. He doesn't mind the extra weight, or the fact that he always gets stuck in his highchair cause he is wearing moon boots that more than double his size/body mass. He loves them, and just like the boots that light up with every step, he lights up whenever they are on.

Sunday, June 8, 2008

sunday thoughts

For the past three years Levi has gotten up and always wanted to come right into bed with us in the morning. I loved it! He would cuddle and just lay there for up to an hour. But he is so big now. He gets up and goes straight to the family room.
It all started a few weeks ago when Levi figured out what exactly he could do with lego. He would wake up, and instead of being all excited to see me, he would be excited to go and play with his lego. Now he doesn't necessarily play with his lego, but he'll just get up and go and play with whatever. He never bothers with me till he is hungry. Half of me likes this cause he is learning to be independent. It also means I can keep sleeping. But the other half wishes for my little boy to stay around forever. What am I to do if I have a hard time dealing with his small step of self-reliance, when one day he will live on his own possibly miles and miles away from me? How can I ever let go when easing up is so hard to do?

I remember when I moved away from home for the first time. My parents took me to the airport and I had to walk through those glass doors into the customs area. Swoosh! And just like that my parents were shut out from me and I was on my own. I was sad. I was scared. Did I show that to my parents? I don't know, I certainly tried not to. Were they anxious, worried, sad.....? I'm not sure.

I wonder what Heavenly Father feels like when he sends us here. Talk about letting go!

Thursday, June 5, 2008

play time

I am so impressed with what Levi has been building lately. His inspiration is mostly Star Wars.

Wednesday, June 4, 2008

good morning sunshine

In Saskatoon the sun never comes up in the winter, and it never goes down in the summer. At least it seems like it.

Levi was up with the sun at 4:30 this morning, asking for breakfast! He didn't go to bed till after 10:00 last night, until the sun was finally setting. At least he is different from his father, who seems to only ever really wake up once the sun goes down.