Enoch had his Joy School program on Friday. We went to St. Anne's, a retirement centre. At the end the singing etc., the program director went up to each kid with a mic and asked them their name, age, and what they liked best about Christmas. Some answers were "Giving Presents," or "Decorating Christmas Trees." Enoch very quickly and deliberately answered "Star Wars."
Not so funny:
Perhaps this is why when I made him put down an Anikan Skywalker action figure at Walmart the other day he bit me.
Josh's internship is going well and coming to a close this week! One of his students recently asked him, "Where do you get your clothes? Is there a teacher store somewhere?"
Not so funny:
I woke up from an afternoon nap to Enoch's sweet face saying, "Sorry, Mommy." I got up to find a black sharpie used all over the living room wall and the computer. At least he didn't touch the screen, though!
Monday, December 14, 2009
Saturday, December 12, 2009
I just got my wedding pictures put onto a CD. It is sort of embarrassing to say that we got married before digital cameras were the thing. They were out there, but most certainly weren't the norm. Here are a few of my favorites.
I am sad to say that I am a few pounds heavier than those days.... but at least my teeth are straighter!
Take a guess, when do you think we were married. Don't guess if you know.
Thursday, December 10, 2009
I am reading The Hiding Place, by Corrie Ten Boom. It is such a good book! My book club read it a few months ago but I was away and never got to it. It is really so good. I highly recommend it.
The book is about a Christian woman's struggle as a citizen and then a political prisoner in Poland under the Nazi regime. Realistic without being too gruesome.
OK. I need to clean my house and there is really no reason why I am writing this other than procrastination.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
We have all been home lately. Levi stayed home from school today, he's not really that sick but he has a bit of a cough and well, its -37 degrees with windchill out there. Not really worth starting the car to take him to Kindergarten.
So, the house has been getting messy. And messy for me means REALLY messy for you. Trust me, my clean is your dirty. I know this cause I learn it from your kids all the time. Don't worry, this doesn't hurt my feelings. Anyways, the place was a disaster this morning. Not only did we play yesterday, but I also dry packed 50 KILOS of skim milk powder and oatmeal, among other things. So ya, the place was not visitor friendly. I had meant to clean it last night but I fell asleep in the chair with Enoch playing on my lap. Oops. I think we both fell asleep that way.
Long story short, today we played clean up in a whole new way. We had Star Wars Lego Garbage Ships that received special chips with instructions from the Republic headquarters. Each chip had a new instruction on what to clean up (along with fighting bad guys). It was fun and I had lots of help, for once!
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
This year December is gonna be a little different than usual.
For starters, I do not have any decoration up. Not yet, anyways. With the lack of snow (until today, yay!) I just haven't really felt like it was Christmas time. I can recall 3 years ago when we were already knee deep in snow. I think my decorations were up before Halloween that year.
No tree. WHAT!, you may ask? There really isn't any room for it this year. Our main room is a playroom/living room/library/family room/office/music room. No room around here. Maybe we need a stable? And besides, even if we did have room we would need a fence around it to keep Little Mo Peep out of it.
We are staying extra long. Usually we head west to Calgary as soon as school permits, but there are so many things that need to get done around here that we are gonna stay until the 22nd or 23rd. Properly flushing toilets and doors without holes are sort of important when you want to sell your house in the spring.
Festivus for the Rest-of-us! Normally I am too cheap to go and do anything fun, but with the possibility of this being our last year in Saskatoon, I want to make sure that we go to the Light Festival and drive through the Enchanted Forest. Anyone want to come along?
No baking etc. I love treats, but I also love smaller jeans (at least I can imagine that I would). This is the only way......
I do hope to get some sewing done. I have unfinished stockings and stockings to make that really should be taken care of... Levi is 5 now, and I think it is time he should have a stocking free of unfinished edges.
There are a few hampers I have been dreaming up for other people, and I am excited to get those done up. One of them is for Joy School and I hope the kids get at least a bit as excited about it as I am.
What does your December look like?
Friday, November 27, 2009
I am planning to bake two different batches of cookies tonight, clean the house, organize a days worth of quiet activities for the kids, make a lunch to go, fold laundry, get the kids' outfits picked out and ready for the morning, clean up the cookie mess and hopefully go to bed before midnight.
Why on earth am I on here?????
Although I think that I can get started, now that I have a list before my eyes.
Monday, November 23, 2009
I think sometimes a blog can be like a testimony. You feel like you can't go up unless you've got something good to say.
Nothing much is going on out of the ordinary. The kids are done swimming lessons and soccer. Yeah! I will never do that again, at least in the near future. These next 3 weeks are my turn for joyschool. It will be lots of fun, I am looking forward to it. Josh is down to half time teaching for is practicum semester -- but instead of being home more and less busy, coaching the basketball team at school is taking up more time than I ever imagined. I guess we will pay dearly for those 2 blissful months off in the summer...
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Lately I have been having a hard time liking my job. Dishes (again). Laundry (didn't I just get caught up?). Picking up toys and more toys and more toys (and stepping on the ones I miss). Dusting (OK - I never dust). Sweeping (I have to all the time or someone eats leftovers, maybe I should just get a dog). I am not sure why I have been down about it. Maybe cause Josh is gone so much this semester? Maybe cause I don't go to the gym in the day time anymore? Perhaps because the sun is gone most of the day?
Then the other night I read a friend's post. It helped me to remember what a great and important job I have to do.
All this week (so far ;) ), I have been better able to find joy in the everyday. I am remembering that while what I do may not be that exciting most of the time, that is far different than for whom I do it and why I do it. Those whos and whys are so big and important and fulfilling and special I am wondering how on earth I let the what eclipse them.
I guess my problem wasn't the weather or school or anything but my own. Thanks for the attitude check, Friend!
Thursday, November 12, 2009
I have wanted to learn to can for a very, very, very long time. Last Friday a good friend was kind enough to come over and show me the ropes. It was so much fun and now I am convinced to never buy store bought salsa again! (We'll see in the new year once we've run out....)
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Just over 5 years ago I was walking my brains out. I was due any day and had heard that walking helped. Josh and I walked around the west side of Lethbridge until I could walk no further, and then we turned around and somehow I made it home. That night around 2 am my water broke. We went to the hospital only to be sent back home. "Get some rest," they said, "its gonna be awhile." While my contractions were few and far between, I don't remember getting a wink of sleep.
So we went back in the morning, around 8 or so. Still not much happening, but this time they wanted us to stay at the hospital. My contractions were hurting more, but still farther apart. We spent the whole day there. Walking around and waiting. Waiting and walking around. I was bound and determined to do this thing without drugs. By 10 o'clock that night, still, we were waiting, and my Dr. recommended we use some drugs to help this baby move a little. She said it was the same drugs as inducing, but it was called an augmentation because I was already in labour. I remember saying to her "I'll have the augmentation," as though I were ordering something delightful at the restaurant. I remember her (the doc) laughing. Then the laughing stopped!
My dear nurse had to give me an IV in my hand to give me the oxytocin. Two misses through two tough contractions later, and someone else had to come in to give me the IV. At least this time it worked like a charm. I can remember the first contraction after getting the augmentation: OUCH. The next one: YIKES!! I promptly asked for some drugs. No epidural, just some nice morphine. While the morphine did help some, I recall thinking "This is it? I can still feel everything!" But those were my last coherent thoughts. From then on, all I did was slip in and out of sleep, waking to each contraction with my eyes closed and searching for Josh's hand so I could warp it and bend it and maim it. Josh told me later that I would want him to rub my back with his other hand, and I would yell at him that he was on my spine and to get off my spine. He said his fingers were as far apart as possible, and was nowhere near my spine.
Finally, sometime just after 2 in the morning I was able to hold my baby boy. We didn't know he was a boy. All that work and he was finally here. I started to remember things again. He was so cute, and I was so happy..... and tired. I remember holding him as they wheeled me to my room and thinking he weighed so heavy.
I want to go on and on remembering things about him those first few months. Like when I thought the soft spot in his head was growing and I was convinced his head was gonna crack open any second. He smelled like a newborn for the longest time. He laughed so early and was always so ready and willing to laugh. (I thought every kid was like that - but since having more kids realize that was a gift). He was a very happy, easy going baby, and has turned into the same sort of boy. Happy birthday Levi.
I sure love you!
Monday, November 9, 2009
First thing this morning:
Levi: Hey! I can spell $&@.
Josh and I : What!?
Levi: Ya. A - H - Z.
Josh and I: What does that mean?
Levi: As. Like, as I cross the street.
Sunday, November 1, 2009
While here in Saskatoon we have qualified for a sweet deal. We get passes to the local swimming pools/gyms here. These passes not only get us in, they include CHILDCARE. Childcare has probably been one of the biggest motivators (at first) to get me to exercise and lose this baby weight. Unfortunately I have been avoiding using those services with the flu etc. going around, and have been exercising at night instead.
Enter creepy guy who keeps asking for my address.
Let me flash back to my earlier years. I was never the girl who had boys chasing after her. And if one ever did chase me, he was usually, lets say, weird. I had this habit of forming several "platonic," as I understood it, guy friends. These guys were the ones that most girls overlooked or ignored, and feeling sorry for them, I would go out of my way to make them feel welcome. On more than one occasion I can recall having them hang around me, and a real boyfriend, and them having no clue that they were not in the game. (i.e. one Valentine's day I couldn't go out with my boyfriend cause this guy had already invited me out, and I said yes, thinking he would totally know we were just friends. WRONG. AWKARD. I will spare you the details.) Anyways, I am trying to make a point here. I am trying to say that sometimes I am too nice. Is that possible? Yes.
This guy at the gym, (who is at least 50, by the way), comes up to me after a run and comments on my running and how he would love to run with me so that it won't be so boring. I smile and nod and after refusing to give him my phone number or cell number I relent and give him my address. Just kidding. Email address. So, he emails, and gives me this sob story of how he is from a 3rd world country and does not know how to use a treadmill. I feel sorry for him and say I will show him how (only afterwards does Josh point out that there are workers at the gym to do just that). So the next time I am there, I show him how. Then he asks me again for my address. I tell him no and make sure to leave for the parking lot at the same time as other people and check my rearviews constantly to make sure I am not being followed. I could handle all this and even thought that maybe his social oddities are due to being from a different culture. Then he invited me out to lunch via email. I have now done what I should have in the beginning and junked his mail.
Now my evenings are ruined. What was so fun and free of children and good for my heart is now a time to play hide and never be found with this guy. I don't go running cause I don't want to run into him. Creepy guy, please go find a running buddy who is your age and is not scared of you.
Saturday, October 31, 2009
This is the second year in a row we did not go trick or treating on Halloween night. Come to think of it, other than church trunk or treating etc, I do not think we have ever gone trick or treating here in Stoon-ville. Last year we went to Halloween parties with friends, at church, dressed up and went to the mall, and by the time it was Hallows'Eve the kids were tired of dressing up etc and wanted to stay home. This year is a bit of a bummer. On Thursday the kids all got dressed up (elephant, cowboy and duck) and we went to a primary halloween party. Fun time, but did I take pictures? No! Cause I thought I would take some on Saturday. Unfortunately Levi woke up not feeling very well and it was a movie/lazy day around here. So no trick or treating, again, and this time no pictures at all to even remember.
P.S. Levi's eye is looking good! I can notice a big difference already. (It takes 4-6 weeks for the muscles and everything to settle in their permanent place).
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
The other day I was on the phone with my sister. Levi was at school and Monet was sleeping. That just left Enoch to watch. 10 minutes into our conversation and I couldn't find him anywhere. He was nowhere to be found.
Then I thought of one last place to look:
Friday, October 23, 2009
For me, as a parent, I find that I have the hardest time when all is said and done.
When Levi was two, he cut his foot really badly and needed stitches. Aside from some understandable initial panic, I was OK. Of course I was concerned... But I was fine until AFTER he was stitched up and ready to go home. I had to lay down on the floor cause I was green and ready to keel right over. I think they even ended up moving Levi and letting me sit on the bed at the hospital.
Two Halloweens ago, Enoch decided to impale his soft palate with a pipe. Gross! I lost it briefly when blood was pouring out of his nose, but was OK getting him to the hospital and waiting in ER. We were seen right away, and I was fine until AFTER the doctor said that everything was going to be all right. I had to sit in the corner with my head in between my knees.
Today Levi had his eye surgery (for the second time). I have been OK all day, trying to keep a prayer in my heart constantly while at the same time trying not to think about it at all. But I have been fine. Josh finally called and said that Levi is recovering and doing well. Now here comes the rapid heart beat, the instant queasiness and a galaxy of stars circling round my head.
Better after than during, I guess. I think the biggest catastrophe here today is the fact that I ate an entire thing of ice cream. Well, I shared a little with Bo-Bene.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
My dear little girl is such a princess! When she first came into our lives I had a hard time calling her that. It seemed way to girly, especially after having two boys and calling them "bud" or "superman" or something similar.
But Monet REALLY is a princess. When she was a newborn, we borrowed a bassinet from a friend. She would not sleep in it, until we laid an extra blanket in the bottom and then she loved it. Just like princess and the pea. Now, she can not sleep through anything. Poor Levi and Enoch are just about never allowed to really enjoy themselves while she is sleeping. Having creaky hardwoods doesn't help, and neither did having the washer/dryer right next to her room.
Last Saturday we switched her room with the boys, so that she would be further from all the action in the house. It has helped so far, but now anytime someone flushes the toilet... watch out! I feel like the whole family is on tiptoes trying to keep our sweet princess happy with plenty of beauty sleep.
Our princess is proving to grow and develop at an astonish rates. She has been crawling for over a month now, and is already pulling herself up on furniture. She has two teeth that are screaming "wean me," and a keen eye for whenever Mommy or Daddy leave the room. She is right in there with the boys when they play cars or lego, much to Enoch's annoyance and Levi's delight.
Eye surgery for Levi is in 3 days! About this time last year Levi had the same thing done. I was so nervous and scared last time.
This year I am using the time to go visiting teaching.
Does that make me a bad mom?
Friday, October 16, 2009
Levi on his first day of school. He was so excited it almost hurt my feelings. He really loves his teacher, Mrs. Hardy, and talks kindly about most of the kids in his class. I feel bad for the few that he likes to tell me are the "naughty ones." I asked him if maybe some kids from school are telling their moms that Levi is naughty. He looked concerned and then told me those kids would be lying.
I am not sure why he is not smiling here. Maybe he was worried we 'd be late and was anxious to leave?
As much as Levi likes school, I think a part of him misses Joy School. He misses his friends he went to school with and has made a point of inviting his old schoolmates over to play.
Thursday, October 8, 2009
I am going to go private. Please leave your email if you want me to add you to the list.
We had a ward Chili/Pie contest last night. It was lots of fun. The boys looked so cute in their western wear, I can't believe I didn't snap a picture. Josh was impressed with my ability to talk the lingo. I didn't live in Texas for 2 years for nothin'.
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Friday, September 25, 2009
Here are some pics of a hike we did while we were in Montana. Twin Lakes, if I remember correctly. We were a group of 21 going up the trail, 7 adults and 14 kids!! Anyone who passed by must have thought we were crazy.
The first 500m or so I thought this was absolutely awesome. I love hiking! Something about the untouched surroundings of so many hues of green make my heart skip a beat. The endurance testing exercise hiking gives..... the mountainous 360 degree view.... the lack of noise other than my heavy breathing..... I was enjoying all of this until my 3 year old decided he couldn't go uphill anymore. And if you have seen his little body you would understand. So then I had to give him a shoulder ride while I carried baby in the backpack. Suddenly hiking didn't seem like such a good idea. What was I thinking going without Josh? Who chose to make a trail straight uphill? Why is that sun so hot? Man alive are those bushes too close and prickly!..... Am I ever glad I have a tough dad who was able carry Bo most of the way.
Made it enjoyable again.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
I lost my wedding ring; maybe a month ago? It was way back before I even went to Montana. It was so lost. I thought I lost it in my sister's guest room at her house. Lo and behold, today as I was putting Bo in his car seat on the way to pick up his older brother from school, there it is sitting in his seat!
I am so happy.
I also realize maybe I should clean out my car more.
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Where to begin? I will start with some pictures from the cabin we rented in Montana. Well, my mom payed and we played. It was so much fun! The weather was incredible, the shopping great, and being with family wonderful.
A view from the house. The place was straight from 1975, but other than the blue and pink everything it was just perfect.
A happy girl wanting to crawl but not quite there.
Check out these cool duds that this guy loved sporting. It could hardly get those goggles off his head.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
We have been away from Bridgecity for a couple weeks. I have had the kids on my own and have realized that camping without another adult is tiring. (Especially with a baby). Big thanks to my neices who all have helped take care of their yougest cousin.
I also know how much longer it takes to travel anywhere. An extra 2.5 hours to get to Carston. Blah!
I do have pictures but I don't want to put them on my dad's computer so I will just give you a quick rundown and then post pics later.
We went to Cardston (Leavit, really) for a Cahoon reunion with my dad and all his siblings. This family is huge. It took place at a campgroud which was built where my dad's school was growing up. I loved the quiet of the nights. Oh- aside from the windstorm that was sure to blow over our tent one night. Good ol' southern Alberta.
From there we went to Calgary where are still. It has been nice to hang with family. Yesterday Bob turned 3 and we had a little party for him, too. He got a bike and transformer/spiderman presents. Need I say more?
We will be gone for another 10 days or so. Many more posts and pics to come.
Saturday, August 1, 2009
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Thursday, July 23, 2009
This post is a little late, but I wouldn't want to leave it out just cause of that.
Last week we were visited by my dad and nephew. He is 6 (not my dad, my nephew) and he and the boys had such a great time together!!
First, the boys enjoyed wrestling, dancing, driving cars etc etc. We got to go to the pool, to the candy store (Ty's fav by far), to the movies, and to numerous parks.
Having my dad around was wonderful. Maybe I should give some background info on my dad. He is the oldest of 11 kids and grew up on a farm; so he knows how to work. When I was growing up, he was always really kind when it came to chores. Maybe a little too kind. I would always ask my dad to "show" me how to do the chore, faking the inability to recall how to do it. In the end he would end up doing the chore for me.
Fast forward to now, it was great to have my dad asking me what he can do while I am feeding the baby, or bathing the kids, or brushing their teeth, or whatever. I got him to make his famous broccoli soup, fold laundry, do dishes, camp in the backyard with the boys.... the list goes on. He also read to his grandsons every night and we enjoyed piggy-backing kites in the park. Greater than that, however, was just watching my dad's example. You know how normally when someone is asked to pray they mumble a bit and either get nervous or pretend like they got the short end of the stick? Instead, my dad says, "Thank you," and then goes on with the prayer. I had never noticed that before and thought it was great.
There is also a story regarding this "fish." I came home from an appointment with the baby, and Jack was BAWLING his eyes out. He was so mad/sad that Grandpa Brucey had killed the dinosaur in order to make the fish. What's funny is Jack had come up with the idea to use the dino in the first place.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Last week for FHE Josh taught about Adam and Eve. He told about how they were in the garden and then were kicked out etc etc. (The fall). Then we talked about how Jesus is here to help us etc etc. (Saves us).
Jack gave us a great summary of what was going on. He told us that Adam and Eve were in the garden of Eden. Then they were tricked by a man in dark clothes who got them to leave. When they left they tripped into the desert because of all the little rocks everywhere in the dessert. Because of Jesus, we don't have to trip because he moves away all the little rocks.
I thought that was pretty great for a 4-yr. old!!