Snow day 2

yesterday was a snow day for elijah.

we were sitting at the table, eating breakfast.

big flakes of snow falling outside.

when the phone rang.

it was dan asking if i had the radio on.

i did...

volume was turned low as i was reading a book during breakfast.

the school buses were cancelled.

good to know.

school was open if i wanted to drive my boy in.

he wanted to go..then he didn't want to go.

he stayed home.

my friend drove her oldest to school and then came over with her other 2.

we had a day long playdate.

Lego, transformers, cars, playing in the snow, playing at the igloo, sledding.

it was a full day.

the roads were bad.

but the weather was great.

today they were calling for freezing rain.

woke up to school buses being cancelled.

day 2.

today i'm sitting here with a head full of snot.

a pulsating of the forehead.

i'm sore.

i'm tired, from waking up in the night.

my throat hurts when i cough, which is better than last night, when it just plain hurt.

i was thankful for the cancellation of buses.

i didn't have to get anyone ready for anything today.

i'm watching my friend's youngest today.

he and my two are playing in the livingroom as i sit here typing and enjoying sips of my hot tea 

(in my new mug - gift from Aunt Deb - thanks, i love it!)

tomorrow will be a school day.

the temperature should be above 0. (*C)

but guess what...

thursday...

PA Day.

yep.  i'll have the kids both here again on Thursday.

then friday school day.

so my son has the best week since school went back this year..

a 2 day school week!

i don't mind.  i'm home.

buses better not be cancelled tomorrow, that's all i'm sayin'!

mommy...why?

i woke this morning.

tired.

but still got up to journal and read Psalm 10.

the verse that stuck out to me this morning was:

v17

You hear, O Lord, the desire of the afflicted, 

you encourage them, and you hear their cry,

v18

defending the fatherless and the oppressed, 

in order that man, who is of the earth, may terrify no  more.

i felt good about the day ahead.

i said bye to dan.

i came down and woke my boy up.  

he couldn't find Piggie so i climbed up onto his loft bed and we looked for him.

didn't find him.

we came down and found him where he was hidden for hide n' seek the previous night.

headed to the table for breakfast.

honey nut cheerios.

my girl woke up and came out wiping her eyes.

big hugs from her.

we have to look for God (her lamb) later - she's probably wherever she had been hiding last night too.

breakfast.

laughter.

chatter.

munching of cereal.

then it was time to finish getting ready.

slowly.

the day was still good.  

then...

 we went down to get snowpants on.

i started to expect elijah to know what i was thinking.

and getting frustrated.

yes we were later getting outdoor stuff on, than usual, but not extremely late.

he wanted to keep 2 balloons that had deflated.

i told him they were going in the garbage.

he started crying.

i got angrier

more frustrated.

he had stopped getting snowpants on.

i was ready to go out.

kota was ready to go out.

(she didn't put snowpants on this morning) 

i was looking out the basement door.

annoyed.

'stupid deflated balloons..i should just take them and toss them now.'

were my thoughts.

then...

"mommy, why are you so angry with me?"

standing in the middle of the basement, 

snowpants on, 

neck warmer around his neck,

deflated balloons in his hands, 

sad eyes, 

pouting mouth, 

genuine question asked with a saddened voice.

one that had been filled with laughter when we were upstairs.

i went to him, 

he looked down.

his whole body sagged with sadness.

i helped him with his coat in silence, 

my mind shouting at me, 

'this is your boy, your 5 year old boy, he loves everything around him, these balloons are special to him, why were you getting so mad?  so what if he doesn't throw them out right away.'

i lifted his chin and looked into his sad blue eyes.

"i'm sorry.

i wasn't mad at you.

i was getting frustrated when i shouldn't have been.

you didn't do anything wrong.

you were just being a 5 year old boy.

you were being a kid.

i love you being a kid, but i wasn't letting you.

a kid finds excitement in life, in the things around him, and learning about it all"

he continued to look at me.

"i shouldn't have gotten mad at you.

that doesn't make anyone happy.

it makes you sad,

me sad,"

he continued.." kota sad, daddy sad, jack and clive sad..."

i finished, "God sad.  He wants me to have patience, 

but i didn't have any anymore did i?

thank you for reminding me how to be a kid."

after a great big hug, 

and kissing his nose

he goes...

"mommy, how about when i get home i will hug my balloons and then i'll throw them in the garbage."

how i love this boy.

what felt like it could have been a 'feel-like-a-failure-as-a-mother' morning was turned around by his one, little, sincere question.

sometimes i feel like all high and mighty..

'oh, i did devotions this morning, 

everything is going to go so smoothly now.'

so.

not.

true.

but the days when i do spend time in the Word...

i do find that i can see where God wants to work on or through me a little clearer.

and, although, still not easy peasy - 

but definitely not hopeless.

learning to read

got the sight word evaluation yesterday.

When he was reading the checked ones to me he pointed at the top middle word.

it wasn't checked.

"mommy, i know the word AND, i just didn't say it."

so i checked it.

this morning i was reading that school is actually on..

no strike..

i told him school was open but he could stay home anyway.

he then says..

"but no buses this morning."

"yes" i say, "How did you know that?"

i saw the word.

so he read BUSES too.

crazy kid.

he is expected to know all the listed words by the end of SK.

i'm just a proud mommy sharing my child's accomplishment.

2013 plans.

Tough Mudder.

i was first told of it last year.

my friend asked if dan and i would do it with her.

we were going to put a team together.

well, the plan is to do it this September.

registration for the September event isn't open just yet,

but it will be soon...

and then, commitment is made.

will we have a team?

i sure hope so.

i hope that all of us who say we want to do it.

will do it..

can do it..

it's not a race.

it's an accomplishment.

it's a team event.

(at least for most people that do it- some do it solo)

it's about completion..

it looks crazy.

it looks scary at times.

it looks AH.MAZ.ING

i'm running and bouldering a few times a week to begin training for it.

this is our 2013 plan.

i need to do this..

i want to do this.

in June i'm planning to do a 10km run.

that's goal #1

of course the sept. Terry Fox Run goal #2

and goal #3...

Tough Mudder.

2012 Toronto event video see here 

GAH!!!

try not to think that far ahead yet - let's do one month at a time.

that's me...a tough mudder!

Il Divo - Amazing Grace

i have posted this song in a different rendition before.

I sing this song...not this well, or this dramatically.. to my kids quite often when they are having a hard time falling asleep.  

when they're scared. 

when they just want to cuddle.

i have hummed this to them since they were babies.

i sang this when i was pregnant with each of them.

Last night i sang this to my little girl, with tears in my eyes.

she asked me to sing it, as she does most nights.

what made it extra special last night?

my boy asked Jesus into his heart at lunch yesterday.

then.

at supper my little girl wanted Jesus in her heart so she prayed with her daddy.

i sang this to her at bedtime.

my dad sent me this video this morning.

i wanted to share it with you.

may you know God's Amazing Grace.

(my boy is excited that he'll get to see his great grandpa in heaven one day.  

but not yet little one...not yet)

2012 in review

at the end of 2011...beginning of 2012  this is what was going on: see here

2012 in review

January: 

went to my parent's for Christmas and my dad started with radiation and chemo treatments.

elijah headed back to school and began enjoying it.

saw Mary Poppins on stage!

February:

dan and i spent valentines eve crazy carpeting around town.

March:

our little girl has a 'dog party' for her 3rd birthday.  thankfully the weather was nice and we were able to be outside.  

our boy makes a best friend at school

my dad is done chemo and radiation

April:

my parents come up for Easter.  

dan's aunt and uncle come to h'ville for a visit.  so good to see them.

May:

jack comes for a visit.  lots of fun as the kids get to know their cousin.

family road trip down to North Carolina for dan's cousin's wedding.  

my dad is cleared of cancer

June:

back home from NC

school ends, with a little boy having fond memories of school.

dan turns 32.

July:

kids have 5 nights at papa & grammas while elijah's loft bed is created

i turn 37.

our boy has his first friends birthday party...space theme.

August:

our boy turns 5

ride the Ontario Northland, down to Toronto, for the long weekend...kids first train trip.

another 4 nights (for the kids) at papa and gramma's after a day at the African Lion Safari.

September:

our boy heads back to school excited for the new year.  while his little sister longs for the day she gets to go.

we run the Terry Fox Run, with a cancer free papa.  

dan and i to Cirque du Soleil

October:

our first experience with lice.

Thanksgiving

halloween - kota a lion, elijah a power ranger

November:

go to elijah's class observation...so thoroughly encouraged.

remembrance day.  we attended the service at the legion and parade.

american thanksgiving 

December:

the world didn't end.. silly Mayans

my first dec. in a few years that i don't have a play i'm practicing for.  

we have my parents up for Christmas.  

over to dan's parents on Christmas day to visit with his aunt, uncle, cousins, and grandma.

friends over to sled on new years eve.

skype with dan's sister and kids, gpa and gma..

and then skype with papa and gramma  at 10pm.

Happy New Year.

*2013*

i plan to focus more on my family. less on the computer.

* my kids are only young once.

'kota starts school in sept.  

they won't be little for much longer, 

and i plan to enjoy this stage as much as i can.

* my husband is my best friend.

we are together for life.

i plan to enjoy life with him.  

when the kids are grown and moved out, i'll still have dan.

i want to still have things to talk about, things to laugh at... i want him to still be my best friend.

* i also plan to train to do Tough Mudder in September.  

guest blogger today: my daughter

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*i think this was to say "I love you grandma and grandpa"

i can only imagine.

i have a child in elementary school.
and one will be starting next year
this past friday i was at the local early years program
when i came home i checked facebook and read posts about the tragic event in connecticut
i had to find out what they were talking about.

wow.

so sad.

i felt sick to my stomach.
and thankful at the same time.
thankful that it was not my son's school.
i can't even imagine how the parents are feeling.
the loss and the hole in their lives that has formed.

at dinner we always ask a couple questions:
1. "what was your favorite part of the day?"
2. "what made you upset today?"
everyone answers the questions and sometimes the answers spark more discussion.

on friday i was asked what made me upset today.
i answered hearing about what happened in CT.
no discussion came from it.
on to the next person.

after dan mentioned that the same thing made him upset i finally asked the kids if they wanted to know what we were talking about.
they did.
i told them that a guy made a choice to hurt little kids.
that he went into their school with a gun wanting to hurt them.
and that he did hurt a lot of them.

my son stared at me.
behind those big blue eyes he was processing what i said.
my little girl cocked her head "did me make them dead?"
i said yes.

i told them that the mommies and daddies wouldn't be having dinner with their little ones like we were doing.
later when i put my daughter to bed i thanked God that i had my little one to kiss goodnight, and prayed for the families who have lost their children.
they kissed them goodbye before school but didn't get to hug them after school..or ever again.

i will not pretend to know their hurt.
i can, honestly, only imagine.

how did i get out of your tummy?

he hadn't been listening..

bedtime had been a fight.  

he had yelled at me. 

he had been crying for a while.

he was supposed to be sleeping.

i went into the room.

tucked him back in as the tears slowed.

he asked for some cuddle time, since we didn't have our cuddle time after school.

so i lay down.

"i love you baby boy"

"mommy i'm not a baby."

"i know.  but you were my baby boy, but now you're growing bigger."

he liked that answer and responded with his sweet smile.

then a little bit later

"mommy, how do babies get out of mommies tummies?"

big blue eyes staring at me questioningly.

"well, you know when you go poo?"

he nods

"when a mommy needs to get her baby out it's kind of like that.  

she pushes and a baby comes out kind of like a poo"

he laughs.

"gross eh?"

he nods and we laugh.

i told him i don't know why God made it so babies are born like that but that's what He wanted.

then we talked a little more. 

i told him how when i held him i fell in love with my little boy.  

he was the first baby i had ever had.

he was my baby boy.

his smile was so sweet as he listened.

i told him that if God was going to give me a boy and a girl that i wanted my boy first.

i wanted my little girl to have a big brother who loves her and takes care of her.

I told him that when he takes her hand and walks into sunday school, that's taking care of her.

him excited to take her on the bus and sit with her next year, that's taking care of her.

"but what about when she's inside and i'm outside.  i can't take care of her then."

i told him that he still loves her and that's what he can do when they're not together.

"mommy, when did you name me?"

"daddy and i had names chosen before you were born.

if you were going to be a girl we were going to name you Virginia Rose.

and if you were a boy you were named Elijah John.

all we knew was that we were having a baby.  

when you were born the doctor said you were a boy.

then she handed you to me and as soon as i held you i looked at you and said 

'hi Elijah John'."

"how did you hold me?"

i showed him how i would have been holding him.

"when i held you you took my finger and held it, because your hands were so tiny they couldn't hold more than that."

he looked at his hands.

i asked him if he wanted to know why we chose Elijah and John as his names.

he did.

"Elijah was a guy in the Bible. have you heard of him?"

he nodded.

"he loved God and told others about God.  and John.. we chose that name because that's Papa's name, and uncle John's, but i chose that because i love my daddy, he's an amazing man, and i wanted you to have his name."  

our discussion didn't last too much longer.  

he was so curious.

so happy to have me tell him about that first day.

how small he was. 

who were the first people to meet him.  

what he looked like.  

what i thought when i looked at him.

finally i asked him if he could sleep now.

he did and after a hug, he rolled over and i turned out his light.

times like these are so precious.

i am so thankful for these times.

love you baby boy.

winter wonderland

Let me set the stage:

early morning.

clouds covering the sky.

big white flakes falling slowly, contrasting the dark sky.

the ground which was icy and gray before sleep is now white and soft.

the sky lightens

the clouds stay.

the flakes continue to drift to the ground.

out we run!

yelling.

crunching under feet.

laughter.

giggles.

tongues out to catch the flakes.

bums drop to the ground to slide down the hill.

lifting knees high to run through the snow.

shovel scraping the ground as the driveway is being cleared.

up the, once dirt, hill 

sliding down the other side.

school bus arrives. 

off to school goes the older one.

the younger gets buried in a pile of white flakes as the driveway continues to get cleared.

finally it's time to sled!

little, mitted, hand holding the string

and pulling a, larger than her, sled.

on we get.

down we go!

mom on the sled.

the little one on her bum.

down to the little one's favorite sledding spot.

on she gets.

and...

down...

repeat.

on.

down....

repeat.

lots of laughter.

lots of giggles.

lots of snow eaten.

what a great time.

in the house.

eating a snack.

out the windows the sky is white.

the flakes are larger, 

fluffier, 

spinning, 

spiraling down to the ground.

the trails formed are now gone.

the driveway once cleared is covered again.

the trees have on their winter coats.

it truly is a winter wonderland out there.

whistlin'

i love listening to my kids play
when they're not fighting.

one of my favorite things to hear is
dakota playing and making up stories with the cars and horses.
changing her voice with each character.

the other is
elijah playing and making up stories with his cars and trucks
changing his voice with each character.

but my favorite thing these days is
elijah building something with lego
and whistling.

my dad is a whistler.

he whistles when he carries a tired baby
he whistles when he's cleaning.
he whistles when he's walking.
he whistles when he's just content and it's quiet.
i loved that as a kid.

now
my son is a whistler.

what to say...

i really don't know what i want to say today.

so what do you say when you don't know what to say...

Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.

Firsts: girls day/play date

i have a mom.

she has a best friend.

the best friend has a daughter.

that daughter is like a little sister to me.

the 4 of us:

me-i, me, mom-mom, bff-lois, lil sis-erin

we have, over the years, had girls' days.

a day when the four of us spend some time together.

shopping, going out to lunch or dinner, Centre Island...

there was a break in years and then we finally went to see my brother's comedy show, at the Herongate.

then a few more years have passed.

this past saturday we got together again.

and my little girl came for her first ever girls' day.

it was a great day.

Christmas shopping in Barrie.

dakota and i drove south.

mom, lois and erin drove north.  

and we met.

hopefully we won't wait too long for the next girls day

Dakota had fun, and i'd say she was centre of attention, and loving it.

if saturday was Dakota's day...

Sunday was my little boy's day.

a lovely lady who is in our small group Bible study is actually grandma to Elijah's best school friend.

his friend, C, has a birthday this month.

grandma had a family birthday gathering and since C is the youngest she wanted him to have a friend to play with.

Elijah got the invite.

yesterday at noon Dan drove Elijah over to C's grandma's house.

Elijah didn't want daddy to leave, but we had discussed it already.

Dan was to be allowed to leave, with no tears from Elijah.

there were no tears.. thankfully.

Elijah had so much fun that he didn't want to leave when i went to pick him up.

this was Elijah's first play date with a friend he hadn't known since birth.

with a house full of people he didn't really know.

but C is his best friend and i think that he didn't care who else was around.

next weekend is C's birthday party at his mom's.

Elijah has asked that i stay with him for that.

i can do that if he needs me to.

he is still only 5.  

and a shy 5.

i don't expect him to be completely comfortable all the time, but i am so glad he is starting to be independent.

tired and cranky when he came home.

so we watched The Lorax and ate spaghetti and caesar salad.

the kids had a big weekend.

i'm tired.

dan's tired.

but it was a good weekend, lots of good memories, 

and seeing how our kids have grown up just a little more.

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.*