Wednesday, November 18, 2009

First Birthdays

Next to the actual birth of your baby, the child's first birthday is such a huge milestone.

As a mother of three I have seen that the amount of children you have never diminishes the excitement that surrounds the first birthday. Some mothers even spend the whole year after their child's birth planning for the "big" day. There are so many different things one can do. Themes they can choose from. Does one have one party that includes friends and family, or two separate ones? Do you make the cake or buy one? Do you have the party in the morning or the afternoon? This is just the beginning of the decisions involved in making the first birthday memorable for the very proud parents.

I decided to plan at the last minute as always. My friend calls me a busy procrastinator. Haha.

My daughter's birthday has always been at the back of my mind. I just assumed that when the time came I'd know exactly what I wanted to do. This however, was not so. So I then posed a lot of questions to my mommy friends and went searching on google for ideas. So many choices. I wanted to try my hand at fondant, only in my limited knowledge and experience with it made me decide against it in the end. One friend mentioned a #1 cake with pink and purple as the theme colours. Another cupcakes in the shape of a #1. While yet another mentioned making carrot cake with cream cheese icing. Yum!

Well I went with one party as it was going to be small. No decorations since I ran out of time. Seeing as she won't remember it I wasn't too terribly worried. I baked the carrot cake from scratch obtaining the absolutely scrumptious recipe from Then on to the cream cheese. Going through the recipe in prep I discovered I missed one vital ingredient. Um, yeah, you kind of need cream cheese to make cream cheese icing. Haha! So I put the cake in the oven and ran, er drove, to the nearest open Shopper's Drug Mart for two packages of cream cheese. By three am all was done. I would ice the cake in the morning. I woke early and iced the cake. I kept eyeing the cake trying to figure out how I was going to put the butterflies on. Realizing that I was not at all happy with the cake and it was just too small for my liking. Well what could one do in that situation besides simply bake another one! I cut that new cake into a number one and put it on top of the cake I had made the night before. Applied more icing and topped it all off with the fanciful pink butterflies I found at Dollarama. I completed my task just minutes before our guests began to arrive.

My daughter's first birthday was awesome to say the least. She tried throwing away her wrapped gifts as she didn't quite understand the concept of tearing off the paper. She loved playing with the balloons.

So what does one get a child on their first birthday? If this is the couples first child you really cannot go wrong with toys, books, and clothing. For a couple who already have children who are close in age, trust me when I say they ave more toys then even the children can play with LOL. I was overjoyed when my family and friends considered this and bought books and clothes instead. With the exception of my grams and mother-in-law. The both got her a baby doll. She didn't have one of those as she has two brothers and now she has two baby dolls :D

Monday, November 9, 2009


Children, costumes and a lot of candy. These are the first things that come to mind when I think of Halloween.

I remember making crafts in elementary school. Costume parties and school dances in junior high and high school. The best was going out for the candy. For one you got to dress up. Come on, who doesn't like that? Then to get loads of candy on top of it? My favorite memory was going trick-or-treating with my Dad and sister. We didn't say "trick-or-treat". It was "Halloween Apples!" for us. *insert giant grin here*

Now it's my children's turn. I however, am not as excited as when I was younger. Not sure when I became the Grinch who wished Halloween was not, but this year I saw how wrong this was. So this year...

We made a craft (top picture) and watched a few Halloween shows on Family channel and Teletoon Retro. We talked about our costumes and who we were going to go out with. My eleven year old struck out on his own much to my dismay. While the toddler and the baby came with me.

The Vampire went off with his friend and brought home some sizable loot. He had an amazing time and I loved seeing his face light up. He's growing up so fast. I was the Zoo Keeper, while my three year old was a kangaroo with a joey in the pocket and the baby was a cute frog. It was hard to get the middle one to see that he had to dress up in his costume before we went out. I asked him if he wanted to go get lots of candy. His response was that he didn't want candy he wanted trick-or-treat haha. We were not out very long before the toddler had enough. I don't think we even made it half of the block.

Now I cannot wait until next year. Maybe I'll dress up dear son number two as Peter Pan and my daughter as Tinker Bell. I'll be Captain Hook. Ha ha!! Wonder what the eldest wants to be?

What's next? Birthdays and Christmas.

Seeing as this post is a good week late, sometime this week I'll also be posting about my baby's first birthday :D

Monday, October 5, 2009


I was originally going to write about something else in today's blog. However, I really need to get this assignment done. So, I shut down my google chrome as soon as I got the baby to go to sleep. I honestly didn't think that was going to happen as soon as it did since she is teething and doing nothing but crying and nursing.

Anyhoo, I tried to do a story as opposed to the article as I felt I was having too much trouble with it. After getting a few paragraphs into the story, finding I had no idea where I was going with it, and faced with a self inflicted time crunch, I went back to the article. As suspected, I had everything already in my notes that I feel is good enough for the article. So, phew, almost done. I've got the beginning, the middle, and the. Oops, my bad. I have no end. What??!!! Normally, I would have time to figure this out. But seeing as my daughter is not giving me an idea as to when she'll stop being miserable with teething pain, right now is most likely the only time I have to get this puppy done. Gaah!

This is not the first time I've had this trouble. I'm a starter, not a finisher. I do not finish a lot of things. I have many projects in my basements that can provide proof to my unfinishing ways. To this day I still say I only finished being pregnant because nature took over, leaving me with no choice in the matter.

So how do I end this? What is a good ending? I need something to summarize this article up soon, because I'm emailing it in Tuesday good ending or not. Wonder what they'd say if it didn't have an ending? (Just kidding, I don't really want to know)

Sunday, July 19, 2009

The Dance

Wow, five weeks of planning and we pulled it off :D Yay us!!!! It started when I got married. We had a traditional church wedding and our reception was a BBQ on the grounds of the church. Pretty, quaint, simple, clean, no alcohol, just the way we wanted it. I fore went the first dance with my husband, and the father/daughter, son/mother dances because of the outside reception. We also were watching our dollars since we were paying for it ourselves. I was okay with this for about two years. Then it started to eat at me. I'll never get those moments back. It especially bothered me after my bff's wedding. They had the traditional really expensive wedding and reception. They had their dances. So what did I really miss out on? Then, I was watching Gene Simmons Family Jewels. Mr. Simmons did a father/daughter dance with Sophie for her sixteenth birthday. When he was talking about it, you could hear the sentimental value in his voice. Then with the video of it, it all came to life and it hit me. My decision was selfish. My father will never get that moment back. He will never get to dance that dance with his daughter, that most father's dream about when their children are babes in their arms. He got to dance with my sister, but he has two daughters, not just one. I cheated him and myself of this moment. So the idea of a father/daughter dance as a gift for my father on his birthday was born. Now, to find out how old my dad was turning. Fifty-nine. Hmmm, maybe I'll wait until he turns sixty. Well, as I've mentioned before, time has not been on my side or my family members side lately. Stupid cancer taking lives before what I consider their time. Okay, nix the sixty, we need to do this now! Dad's birthday is on the twenty-eighth of July. That's is during the week. My son goes to his dad's first of July to the fifteenth. The same for August. That leaves the eighteenth and the twenty-fifth. The eighteenth it is, he starts holidays that weekend too. What a great start :D One road block after some have marked their calendars. My sisters son has a soccer championship in the States. They won't be coming and my sister is mad that I won't change the date. It is what it is. We go ahead. My Baba, bless her, almost blew the surprise. Then, my sister almost blew it because she was ticked. Thank God it all went well.

During this time I'm also planning on baking a cake. I was going to go professional, but I couldn't get it her from Brandon, and she wanted me to change my design. Nope, I'll do it myself. I ended up staying up until four am on Friday night baking, icing and trying to make black icing that came out army green. So, Mike helped me improvise and we used chopped chocolate chips and I sprinkled it on top of the cake. It was a bit sweet, but everyone enjoyed it. What was really great, was that everyone knew it was a Little Black Devil and I didn't have to tell them :D I know what to do next time though to make black icing. I should have researched that a bit more. Nothing was handmade. I used boxed angel food cake and store bought icing. But for my first time attempting this, I figured I'd got the safer route. Plus it is so possible to wreck a box cake. I wasn't putting all my amateur eggs in one basket lol.

After dinner, we let people sit for a bit, and then for the surprise. Seeing as dad didn't want to listen to mom and shower and shave, he was a bit grubby. lol. We pulled out his suit, and he's like, "what's this?" I came down in my wedding dress, and said, this is my gift to you. The father/daughter dance we missed out on at my wedding. I thought of it later, I could have used a ghetto, but didn't think of it then. I wanted a re-do. I said it wasn't the same as dancing at the wedding. He almost made me cry when he said, "This is better, this is special."

We dance to two songs. The first pick was Daddy's Hands by Holly Dunn. The one thing I always remember about my dad were his hands. Not sure why. Then, I Loved Her First by Heartland. Life is good, no more regrets. I can't change the past, but I can still have what I want, if I want it bad enough by being inventive, pushing forward, not willing to live with regrets. Sure I'm not one hundred percent on doing this with everything, I still have anxiety and doubt. However, I will always remember that I got over the anxiety with this and made my small dream a reality. That I got my dance with my father.

Sunday, March 15, 2009

Our New Home, Our New Baby, and more life changing moments

This year has been a whirlwind of ups and downs, tears and laughter. As well as just plain out business of a family of four in transition.

The last we spoke of homes was close to a year ago. We were house hunting, looking at all the "previously loved" homes in our neighbourhood of St. James. Some were ho hum. One I absolutely loved (in fact, both hubby and I fell in love with it's old charm), only there was no place to put the other children, the basement was a bit odd. So good-bye beauty, not even a bid. There were a couple others we loved. One we decided to bid 30,000 over the asking price. Why not? It seemed reasonable. Apparently we were delussional, or the other bidder was, as they offered 70,000 over the asking price. Woooaaahhh!!!! Put on the breaks baby. Okay, so how much is it to buy a new home with everything we want?? Only 10,000 more than what these people just paid for a "previously loved" home?? Dude, show us the new homes!!!! Like what madness we live in. People are trying to compete for homes which by all means look beautiful, but you have no clue what deception lies underneath. We all know "previously loved" homes are full of deception. So, on Mother's Day we signed off on the papers to build our new only loved by us home :D Happy Mother's Day to me :D

Next obsticle, get enough money to pay for said home. Lovely, hubby is making less now than he was. We will be literally scraping by, and I'll have to go back to work six months early. Bye, Bye time with new baby. Okay, hold on, take a deep breath and pray. Let's turn our attention to enjoying our last pregnancy.

At twenty weeks along, we go to our scheduled ultrasound. I must note, up to this point, minus the insane morning sickness, and low blood pressure this pregnancy has been uneventful. No pvbleeding or cramping, yay!!! Yes, we would like to know the sex of the baby. I know having a baby is supposed to be a surprise, but I really want a girl. I have been praying for this since my second child. Okay, truthfully, my oldest really wanted a brother. So instead of praying for a girl for my second, I put my wants aside and prayed he would get his brother. It was more important for me to show God answers prayers to my eight and a half year old than getting the little girl I desired. ED was and is still a blessing, my little ham :D

Anyways, back to the third pregancy. So, the results are... it's a girl!!! I know, I know, ultrasounds are only 75% correct, but I can't help but cry and breath a sigh of relief. Only bought one girly thing however, still afraid she is a he lol

On November 6, 2008, A came into our life. I got my natural birth, everything went mostly painless and really fast. Of course, the first thing that came out of my mouth, is it really a girl lol.

Now here we are four months later. Life is crazy hectic. We moved into our home the same day A turned four months. What a great marker to remember the day :D My husband got a new position at his job just after A was born, which meant that I could stay on maternity leave the full year. God continues to bless us every step of the way.

To me, this last year has been winning the lottery. I am growing, I am living...finally. I did watch Yes Man, and have decided that I have to take life by the horns and fight this BPD with all I have.

I just did my second year at the Cerebral Palsy Stationary Bike Race, which prior to meeting my husband I never would have done. He's been such a positive addition to my life. I have met up with and rekindled old friendships with people and developed stronger ones since meeting and marrying him. This year, I am also going to do my first marathon. True, I am out of shape, however, one of my friends is going to help me train. This is definately one of those things no one can do for me, that I can only do for myself. What a great challenge for myself, what a great way to continue on my path of truly living :D
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