3%

My brother, Timmy, is a radio morning-show host.

UCB radio out of Belleville, ON

this morning i was listening to him online, as i do most weekday mornings 

- - after i hear the local news, weather & bus info - -

I was listening when i heard them talking about the 3%

redheads.

supposedly 3% of the population.

i am not a redhead.

my husband is not.

our kids are not.

my mom and her 3 sisters all are were, 

not so naturally anymore haha.  

my friend is brunette, her husband is blond

their middle son is a redhead.

another friend's little girl is a redhead 

yesterday at the pool in town there were 3 redheaded little kids.

the two i already mentioned and another kid we didn't know.

i can think of 6 of my friends, over the years, who are all different shades of redhead.

pretty sweet guy i haven't seen forever -  jeremy,

photographic genius -  josh,

spectacular magician and funny guy - bill abbott

amazing friend since grade 7 -  sherri,

insane, spectacular friend back at summit, it's been too long - chadly,

crazy talented musician, funny guy - deni gauthier

to those i forgot.  

oh well, maybe next time.

to all you 3%.

have a great day.

please stay calm...we don't want to deal with your temper.

and

stay out of the sun - you'll burn.

park time

we left home on Friday.

no snow on the ground.

light flurries or rain on the way down to Toronto.

it was cold, but sunny.

on Saturday we went to the park for a bit.

before Thanksgiving Dinner.

swinging with daddy

 love to swing!

The kids spent so much time playing with their cousin Connor.

they adore him.

help me down, daddy.

when we got home, from Toronto, winter had hit.

that's ok.

winter can now come.

American Thanksgiving has come and gone, i can now think about Christmas.

in fact, 

our Santa Claus parade is this Friday night.

School Days: SK Edition *3*

i have brought you along in my journey as a mom with a JK.. 

see parts 1 here, 2 here, 3 here, 4 here, 5 here...

and now i'm back to continue the journey with my little SK for part 3.

  click for part 1, 2.

although the story is mainly about my little boy

it is also about me.

i have shared my fears, 

my tears, 

my joys, all alongside his.

this entry is to now share with you my encouraged heart.

my relief.

my joy.

my son LOVES school.

he had great teachers last year.

he has great teachers this year.

i pray he'll have great teachers next year.. but lets not rush this year.

Wednesday i had the opportunity to go to his class for an observation.

in JK/SK there are no parent/teacher interviews so they do a class observation.

a time to see your kid in action, and to chat with the teacher about how he/she is doing..

and to ask any questions, discuss any concerns.

last year:

i was worried about going because i was scared of how he'd act when i left.

i arrived solo.  Dakota had a babysitter.

my boy's tears were on the edge the whole time.  

he stared at me constantly - when he was on carpet time.

he leaned against me while i sat beside him during journal time.

the tears began to come as his class left to go to the gym, and i headed home.

this year...

i was excited to go and interact.

i arrived with Dakota.

his teacher had invited her to join in the class while i was there.

he laughed when we arrived and Dakota found him and hugged him.

he showed me things.

he did activities, while i chatted with his teacher.

dakota joined Elijah in everything.

He sat beside me on the carpet.

he played with dakota and other kids while they did lego.

he showed me how to work and use the smartboard.

dakota had the chance to make a sheep with glue and cottonballs on cardboard - she was so excited.  

Elijah told me people's names, 

all about things on the walls.

where things were.

then he hugged me then lined up to go to gym...

then ran back and hugged dakota.

i chatted with his teacher.

she has been at the school for 25 years.

has taught JK/SK/gr 1.  

elijah talks about her all the time.

as if she's just one of the friends at school.

i have seen and spoken with her at the Terry Fox Run, at the grocery store, on main street...

She had nothing but praise for my little boy.

she was excited to show me some of the things he's done in class.

he is learning to recognize some words by sight.

he knows all his letters.

he is sounding out and spelling words from the sounds he hears.

he is cautious and focused when writing letters or coloring and drawing.

she loves to be animated.

she loves to speak in silly voices.

no wonder my kid loves her.

"He is a leader in the class.

a quiet leader.

whatever you're doing, 

keep doing it"

thank you.
*tear* 

face paint

i bought cheap affordable face paints for halloween.

now when the kids see them they ask for noses and whiskers..

and rainbows..

and hearts..

and stars.

on their faces..

foreheads...

hands.

this past weekend i gave them just what they asked for.

right hand: black star

left hand: green heart

nose and cheeks: blue noses, white whiskers

forehead: rainbow with cloud.

then we went hiking out back.

elijah wouldn't let me take a picture of him.

but here's dakota:

that's lunch around the mouth haha!

warmth

our house is warmed by a furnace.

we have vents in the floor that warm up really nice when the furnace is blowing.

sometimes i like to stand on them in my bare feet.

when the furnace starts up it is chilly.. 

then... 

the hot air comes.

oh so nice to be near the vent when that happens.

our little girl has become obsessed with the vents.

specifically one vent.

the bathroom vent.

it is beside the toilet, 

under the window.

one morning we heard a kid go to the bathroom.

when dan got up he began his morning routine, 

then looked into the dark bathroom.

there was our little girl and her animals sitting quietly on the vent.

another day i was in the shower.

when i opened the door to grab my towel i was quite startled by my little girl..

sitting on the vent with her animals.

the other night dakota had been in bed for..

oh...

about twenty minutes-half an hour.

when i heard her door open and out she walked.

arms full of her animals.

"i just need to go to the vent"

pardon me?

"i need to go to the vent"

then i heard the furnace kick in.

and into the bathroom she walked 

and sat herself on the vent.

i had to get the camera for that.

D.A.K.O.T.A. for 11 points.

I love making things.  

i have said that on the Creations page: here

but this one i decided to blog about on the main page.

i love to play Scrabble.

i love games with words.

i may not always win against Dan but we play friendly.

he can ask me how to spell a word before he places it.

he is the king of major points.

the king of using all his tiles.

i don't think of words like he does, but i do know when it's a real word or if the spelling is off.

I was watching some show on T.V 

and on one set i saw something on the wall that looked like Scrabble letters.

large wood tiles.

i wanted them.

i had to make them for my kids' rooms.

 my Step one:

find the letters for the kids' names in my Scrabble tiles.

for those interested, Elijah's name is 16 points.

step two:

find some scrap wood in the basement.

then

get dan to cut it to size.

(he is better in the math so he figured out the dimensions, and cut all the pieces out for me.)

then

sand the pieces.

step three:

get pencil.

eraser.

ruler.

wood burning kit.

then

draw on the letters and values with pencil.

wood burn over the pencil.

then 

sand again if needed.

step four:

clear coat each tile.

let dry.

clear coat again.

then

get dan to drill into the backs so i can hang on nails.

step five:

get 12 pushpins instead of nails.

haha, yes.  i did say pushpins - so much easier

get level.

pretend to use level, but truly rely on my own eyes.

hang the tiles on the kids' walls.

dancing with you

he got up from the table.

still had some bagel in his hand.

a song came on the radio.

i grabbed him and started dancing with him.

the giggles began.

"mommy i still have my bagel"

i kept dancing with him.

spinning him,

swaying side to side, 

dancing in circles.

"mommy."

giggles.

attempts to get his bagel into his mouth.

he finally ate it all.

and we kept dancing.

til the song was over.

time to go get dressed for school.

"Mommy, can we dance to my room?"

he didn't have to ask again.

i told him i love dancing with him.

"because i laugh?"

i twirled him into his room.

"that, and because you let me."

*love those moments.*

Lest We Forget

Remembrance day is on Sunday.
i needed to share this video with you, and i encourage you to watch it each day over the next few days..
just to remind yourself of what we're supposed to be remembering.

Remembrance Day is upon us again.

for many it is only one day a year.

for others...

 it is 365 days a year.

to all those who fought..

all who survived..

all who survived, but wish they hadn't..

all who survived, but live with the memories..

all who died.

to those who are still fighting..

still surviving..

still dying..

THANK YOU.

*video by: 'Jonathan Wagner - WagnerMedia.ca'. *

tears

i felt as though i had cried forever.

i felt sad and didn't know why.

i was worn out.

Last night at bed time i just wanted to curl up, all cozy and warm.

my eyes weren't sore.

my face was free of dried tear streaks.

my heart was not heavy.

but i felt like it.

why?

because when my daughter cries as hard as she did last night

i feel like i did too.

empathy?

guess so.

it was WooWoo Wednesday.

E: school

D: Music Class

All: Pizza for supper

E&D: to the church for kids'program.

D&M: ice cream and home depot.

not last night.

our little girl began the tears right after supper when she started thinking about going to Cubbies.

she used to cry when we dropped her off at something and then shut off the tears when we left.

and have fun.

last week that did not happen.

she cried the whole time.

this week the tears began at home.

and they. were. real.

she tried to shut them off, but the sobs were so strong.

she was going to bring lammie with her so she could be stronger.

tears slowed at times, but the sobs never stopped, 

even when we were pulling into the parking lot.

those eyes.

when she sobs..

those eyes..

they pull you in.  

her brother had a rough time the first year for him.

he would bring bear and the tears would stop.

lammie..annie (a dog)...even their blankets...

none of them were helping her.

i sat there with her for a couple minutes, 

while dan dropped off her brother at his group for their games night.

i did not feel as though she was trying to 'pull one over on me'

i could see true sadness in her eyes.

she came home with me last night.

no ice cream and home depot for dan and i.

she got ready for bed and the tears were slowing, but the sobs still came.

we sat on the couch and watched a show.  

her eyes were so heavy.

we just cuddled.

then it was bed time.

tears started again.

this time because 'Doggie' was in the wash.

after singing Amazing Grace to her

praying with her

and some big hugs and kisses

she went to sleep.

when 'doggie' was dried i went in and placed him in her arms.

i went to the couch and crashed.

dan put elijah to bed when they got back home.

i curled up in a blanket.

dan and i watched an X-Files.

then bedtime.

i was ready for bed.

worn out.

emotionally drained.

i guess that's what loving kids is.

when they're hurt..

you hurt.

when they're sad..

you're sad.

when they rejoice..

you rejoice.

their laughter..their tears..

yours.

someone once said that being a parent is learning what it truly means to love like Christ.

that's a powerful love.

parenting advice: to take or not to take.

nov. 1st.

i went to an intimate gathering to hear Alyson Schafer.

(who's that?  check out her website here) 

maybe 20 of us in the library of a school.

the night was for moms (parents) to ask her questions...

and receive some advice.

now, 

i don't usually read parenting books.

i do ask advice of people i respect,

but have no desire to sit and read about how to handle problems.

i have tried.

i need verbal advice.

was i excited to be going?

not really.

looking forward to an evening out with my friend?

yes.

hoping to come home with something to think about?

yes.

Alyson Schafer is a good speaker.

she is funny.

she is blunt.

she keeps attention.

i did enjoy the evening.

She had good points, 

and she would give different ideas to use in situations.

allow kids to be kids.

that included fights, and letting the battles happen..

allow them to figure out how to resolve their own issues, 

and not constantly step in.

don't take sides.

re-word praise so they can feel proud of their own efforts, 

and not only receiving how you feel.

treat the kids as a team, not one over the other.

they need to work together on things. - for example: tidying the living room.

all things i knew, 

all things i have acknowledged before.

she gave ways to actually do them.

suggestions.

i do take them as suggestions.

i do not take them as gospel.

but i have found that in the few days i have tried to apply some of the suggestions, 

i have seen a difference.

mostly in me.

i am not afraid to let the kids argue and resolve things.

i have had more patience this week.

i have been able to be more calm.

i have felt 'allowed' to walk out of the room when a fight begins.

i have checked out her newest book

Ain't Misbehavin'.

it was like a quick reference book.  

informative, and by topic.

for someone who can't sit down and read a whole parenting book, 

this one was good to check out.

snow.

Snow.

snow.

snow.

snow.

snoooow

not a lot.

every step the kids made this morning left behind a grass footprint.

that was exciting for them.

the girl saw the wet flakes falling this morning and jumped up and down excited to go sledding.

not yet, little one.

thankfully

i guess i must acknowledge.

the snow will come.

i can't stop it.

i'd miss a white winter if i lived elsewhere.

it's not the white i dislike.

it's the cold.

it's the ice storms.

it's the slush.

it's the scraping of the car windows.

it's the horrible drivers.

i love the white.

i love the sunny snow covered days.

i just don't want them yet. 

they can come when my Christmas decorations come out.

Dec. 1st.