Saturday, December 31, 2011

2012 Full Steam Ahead!


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New Years Resolutions. I bet that is all you have heard about for the past month. Possibly longer. I know I have. Yes, this is another blog post on those dreaded, seemingly pointless resolutions. Year upon year I make a resolution or two because it's expected. Somebody in my life always asks what my resolution is. I always have an answer ready, knowing full well I have NO intentions of following through. Resolutions are pointless. I have yet to meet someone who actually takes it seriously enough to make it through the whole year. This year is my year though. Why this year?

I have been struggling with my weight since I had my first child. Before that I was pretty thin. (Tell me that then though and I would have laughed and called you a liar. Not sure what blinders I was wearing, but I actually thought I was fat.) Now after my fourth child I'm sitting at 60lbs overweight and still gaining. I have never been this weight outside of being nine months pregnant. It is very frustrating. I am done having children though. So my excuse of, "well I'm going to have more kids and get fat anyways, so why worry." is just not going to fly anymore. I have no real "reasons" left to look and feel like I do. My legs ache and crack. I'm tired all. the. time. I'm binge eating. I sit on my butt and complain about how crappy I feel. I'm so over hearing my own voice on this matter already.

So here is my for real New Years Resolution:

Lose 50lbs by this time next year.

This feels like the most realistic. It allows me room to fail, readjust my plan, and get back to it. I'm not making a huge list. I am focusing on one single thing. So see you here next year 50lbs lighter.

If you have a NYR, let me know what it is. If you do just so you have something to say, don't tell me, your fake resolution, just say you don't have one. Nothing wrong with NOT having one. Happy New Year everyone!

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Get It On Granny!

I was on Facebook (I'm always on Facebook, I'm an addict.) I saw this posted on 102.3 Clear FM. They in turn found it on The Stir. All I have to say is when I grow up I wanna be cool like this. Seriously.


Sunday, December 18, 2011

My Favourtie Christmas Movies

Christmas is one of my most favourite times of the year. Family get togethers. Fabulous food. Of course the gifts. The gifts we give to others that is. Sure, I am human and love getting gifts. What I most enjoy now about Christmas is seeing my own children's faces light up. Watching them tear through the Christmas wrapping paper. Ripping into their siblings gifts if they are just a bit too slow and don't seem to be enjoying the process as much as the other. The best is sharing my love of the Christmas movies with my children. Sure I love the adult movies. Most of all, I have a great excuse to watch my favourites. The Christmas movies made for the kids. Here are my favourtie classics:








My all time Christmas movies are not complete without these two below.








Merry Christmas Everyone!

Saturday, December 17, 2011

It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas!

My Mummy is home! My Mummy is home!

Still a long way to go.  Thank you all for your prayers and well wishes.  We got our Christmas miracle.  She is home with us for Christmas.

Next week she goes back to the hospital for another scan.  Please continue to pray that it only gets better from here on in.

*Dancing a jig*  Thank you God! *More Jig dancing*

Thursday, December 15, 2011

Got .....? : The Bike Edition


(Source:www.thewrench.ca)

Well Christmas is upon us in 10 days! 10! That is not a lot of time left. (I haven't even decorated my tree yet *blush*) There is still time to make a difference in someone's life. Christmas time should not be the only time of the year to give, but if you don't give at any other time of the year, Christmas would naturally be the best time.

I am proud that Manitoba is one of the top 8 generous Canadian provinces (number two to be exact), according to this article. A lot of people assume you need a huge monetary value to give. I have learned that this is simply not true. In most cases it is as simple as giving up an evening a week or even month. If you don't want to volunteer your time, it is as simple as donating your special coffee fund twice a week. Don't believe me? The average cost of a specialty coffee at your local Starbucks, Time Hortons and McDonald's is $5.00 for a large. Which if you are like me, you need that or more. Unlike me, most people have two or more of these coffees in one day. Now are you really going to try and tell me that you cannot gift even a little bit of money to help make a life better? Want to make sure your money is going where it is supposed to? You can also donate with a physical gift.

This past summer we realized that we simply have too many bikes in our garage. We have at least two tricycles, two ride ons, three childrens bikes for different stages, four adult bikes. We cannot possibly ride all of these. The intent was to save and let the next child ride. Well, my teen crashes his bikes regularly, and we couldn't put training wheels on another. Seeing as we didn't need those two, because we were going to buy one with training wheels attached for E this coming summer, we decided we were going to sell the two bikes. However, they needed some minor fixing before we did that. Six months later they are still in the garage and taking up precious room. I have been wondering what to do with these things as I no longer want to try to fix and sell them. Then along came a pink paper from my son's elementary school.It's called Cycle of Giving: The 24 Hour Kids Bike Building Marathon. Up until the day the paper was sent home I had never hear of The Wrench. From December 9th to 16th, my son's school is collecting kids bikes (with 8" to 20" wheels) to support a special holiday project called Cycle of Giving. This marathon brings volunteer mechanics together to transform unused and discarded bicycles into holiday dreams come true. They are aiming to build over 150 bikes for Winnipeg Kids in need. "In the process, it will raise funds to purchase bike lights and locks for kids and provide free bikes and bike programming across the city".

Well how about that. It just takes literally three minutes to pack that bike or bikes into a vehicle (or walk them) and get them to the school. If this is not happening at your school, no worries. Visit the site The Wrench and learn more about how you can be apart of this awesome Cycle of Giving!

Merry Giving Everyone!

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

One Year



Nine months

shock and dropped tests

half marathon passenger

growing fetus

growing belly

cravings

morning sickness that lasts too long

ultrasounds

anxious parents

insomnia

nesting

braxton hicks

false hospital rushes

contractions

nurses and doctors

"Push"

"That's right you are doing good"

"It's a boy"

"It's a boy"

"It's a girl"

"It's a boy"

4 different pregnancies

4 different babies

All journeyed their own path

to their one year birthday milestone.


This December 11th was bitter sweet for me. My baby turned one year old. He is my last. I am excited for his accomplishments. His milestone hits. His smiles and laughter. His tiny first steps. His need to try and scare us with his growls. His wanting to play with his siblings. His bear crawl chases. His sudden independence with feeding himself, yet his need for me to be in eye sight.

I am slightly a bit broody. I didn't want anymore children after L. Four truely is plenty I think. Yet now that L is one, all I see is my babies slipping away from me. Today I looked at E and he looks so old. Gone is his angelic baby face. There was something different about him that said he would be a preteen soon. A is losing her baby charm as well. She has questions about snow melting, and hot stoves. Nail polishes and shoes. Her vocabulary is increasing and E is teaching her what he learns at school. She is a clever parrot. C is the oldest by far. In four short years he will be striking out on his own, to college or where ever his heart desires. In one short year he will be inquiring about drivers education. This leaves me wanting to keep L young. He too though is changing as he learns through his own explorations. This year went to fast. I don't think I cuddled enough. Or enjoyed enough smiles, cries, laughs, bumps, et cetera. I'm sure I did more than my share. But is it ever really enough once that time is no longer there?

So here is to the next year of journey for all four of my children, most of all for me and my hubby. Our lives will change once again as the needs of the baby fall away leaving the needs of a toddler in it's wake.


L's birthday cake. First time ever using cake decorating icing bag and tips. Not too bad, if I do say so myself.


Saturday, December 10, 2011

Move Over Vodka, You Need To share Me

Oh Vodka, how I do truly love thee.

We have gone through this before. Remember? If you don't, let me refresh your memory.

You will see that I can utilize your services many ways. My husband on the other hand loves wine. If I could drink red wine like he can vodka would definitely be on the back burner. Alas, I cannot. White wine doesn't make me feel all that great. And Red wine cause me to throw up. I can drink one glass of white wine, but that is all. Seeing as hubby likes the red, I try to taste a little.

Last weekend he wanted some wine. I saw a bottle that caught my eye in the sea of coloured bottles with labels that varied little from the other. It said, "DRINK ME". I wanted it. If I didn't like it, hubby will drink pretty much any wine anyways.

Well look at me it's a red wine I can drink! I am in love! So move over Vodka. I do love thee, but now you must share my affections with this little gal over here.

(Source: Google Images)

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

34 and Counting

No not children. I am in no way, shape or form competing with the Duggars. God bless that family, the parents are amazing. That amazing however, I am not.

I turned 34 on November 28th. I am not sure how I feel about that. Oh wait, yes I am. I am 34 and my life has come to a standstill. I am in a never ending hamster wheel, except I look nothing like a hamster. (I'd like to think I look better than a hamster, even though that hamster is most likely in better shape.) I have come a long way from where I have been, but I have so much farther to go to be where I want to be. Because of this I am unhappy and from what my best friend tells me it shows. My life has become the old adage, "the more things change, the more they stay the same". So just call me Debby Downer and Miss JudgiPants.

I don't like myself this way. I had thought I was less down. Denial has you seeing all sorts of delusions like this. My very best friend has even had to block me for small increments of time to avoid seeing the negativity on facebook. And wanted to ask why I had so many kids if it stressed me out that much. I wanted to cry. Did I really sound like I didn't want my children anymore? Did I really sound like my life was really that bad? Reality is, if I am honest with myself I love my life now. I love my husband. I love my children. I love my job, even if it has change a bit and I'm going to be doing something different and it scares the crap out of me. I've rid myself of all the negative people I had in my life. I try to avoid most negative television shows. (Except Days Of Our Lives. I'm an addict.) I cannot enjoy this wonderful life I have with my husband and my children because of the one negative I cannot get rid of. ME. Now it's time to work on me. No more excuses. There is so much I want to do. I have ideas soaring through my mind. My fear of me, my potential, my failures, et cetera is keeping me in a very negative place.

Up until now I used to dread the 30's. Now I am thankful I'm not in my 20's and oblivious to a lot of things. I am also very thankful for the amazing friends I have surrounded myself with including my best friend. Up until now there was never a silver lining to look forward too. My 30's are turning out more silver linings than I ever thought possible. Crap, could I be growing up?

On to the next phase of my life. Getting me healthy. Learning how to put this Debby Downer and Miss JudgiPants in there rightful places on the shelf. Getting out into the real world and engaging with people instead of hiding in my home. (I would say computer, but thankfully, I have come quite a long way there and don't think of everyone on here while I'm away in real life wishing I'm here. I love those who've I've come to know better, but there is a time and a place for everyting.) So here's to getting me "out there". Cheers!


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Thank you all for your well wishes. Every day my mom gets stronger. She has been moved to a different hospital. It looks like her vision was affected, so my sister is trying to get her in to see an eye doctor and a day pass from the hospital. As she is seeing double vision this makes her nauseated. Also because of where the aneurysm was (it's over the gag reflex), they are waiting for it to heal. So hopefully that part is healed and it's the vision and that it is an easy fix. Can't wait for her to be home. Yet so thankful she's made it this far.

Thursday, November 17, 2011

Bum Pats and Rainbow Farts

Hello my beautiful bloggy friends. I am sorry that I've been away more than here. My Mother. My best friend. My confidant and cheerleader had a brain aneurysm a good three weeks ago and it's been a long process. So i haven't had really anything I felt like sharing that wasn't positively negative. She is finally out of the SICU and on a list to be transferred to a place where they can get her doing things mostly on her own again.

So what has this got to do with bum pats and rainbow farts? Nothing. But watch this video below:



Dang I wish I could pass rainbow farts. Seriously jealous. Getting back in to running I notice I fart a lot while traveling. Could you imagine how much more interesting foot races would be if this was possible?

For those of you who are curious what the heck she is saying. I had a really nice person give me this translation:

If all of us went skipping in that crossing
If we stood holding hands in the center of that town and looked up at the sky
If you want to take a chance somewhere in that city
Then it’s still too early to cry — all you can do is keep moving forward, no, no

It’s okay for it to come popping out
If that never happens, it gets boring, doesn’t it?
I put on my headphones and get lost in the rhythm
And my own path opens up with a way-way

All the things bursting and charging ahead
Are they showing up so fast? Your feelings
Poi-poi, who’s the bad one who’d throw them away?
Right, right, you’re a good kid, ah You make me happy

Every day pon
Every time is pon
I wanna ride a merry-go-round
Every day pon
Every time is pon
That’s probably not such a good idea, is it?

It’s okay for it to come popping out
If that never happens, it gets boring, doesn’t it?
I put on my headphones and get lost in the rhythm
And my own path opens up with a way-way

Pon-pon-way-way-way
Pon-pon-way-pon-way-pon-pon
Way-way-pon-pon-pon
Way-way-pon-way-pon-way-way

If all of us went skipping in that crossing
If we stood holding hands in the center of that town and looked up at the sky
If you want to take a chance somewhere in that city
Then it’s still too early to cry — all you can do is keep moving forward, no, no

All the things bursting and charging ahead
Are they showing up so fast? Your feelings
Poi-poi, who’s the bad one who’d throw them away?
Right, right, you’re a good kid, ah
You make me happy

Every day pon
Every time is pon
I wanna ride a merry-go-round
Every day pon
Every time is pon
That’s probably not such a good idea, is it?

Pon-pon-way-way-way
Pon-pon-way-pon-way-pon-pon
Way-way-pon-pon-pon
Way-way-pon-way-pon-way-way

Monday, November 7, 2011

Bullying Doesn't End. It Just Gets Pushed Down Until Somebody Gets Crushed.

I'm one angry mamma bear. I worked and fought for my child. And for what? Apparently, all the fighting to keep him from being bullied last year ended up making things ten times worse for him. The bullying only continued on this year in high school. GINGER. NO SOUL. My heart breaks for my son. I asked if there was anything I could do and he said no. He pleaded with me to leave it alone and let him handle it in his own way so it didn't end up as horrible as last year.

I am angry because he informed me that these kids never did get dissaplined. That they stuck together and made it look like my son was lying. Who on God's green earth would lie about being bullied to that degree? He stated that there was no point in saying anything because nothing could be done about it. I now wish I raised my son to be able to kick some serious arse. I wish I didn't teach him to be so passive. I wish I took him to learn boxing and whatever else that would bring these jerks to their knees. I wish in this moment that a guy beating the crap out of some girl wasn't illegal and imoral. I wish I could legally kick their scrawny, cowardly arses for him.

I am also afraid for my son. I am afraid for these bullies. Too many times do we see one of two things in reaction to bullying. The victim attempts and usually succeeds in commiting suicide. The victim decides to make a list and enact his rage on those bullies and anyone else who stands in their way. My son assured me that he wasn't the type to shoot someone up. But how do I know he wouldn't be the kind that takes his own life?

My son is only drawing into himself more and more. Avoiding the outside world as he struggles to make friends in his own neighbourhood because of these bullies. Unable to be himself, he is not having the same success in school as he did at camp, making and keeping good solid friendships. I just pray that he makes it through High School no more scathed then when he entered and finally once out, life turns on it's head and is a million times better for this pretty awesom kid.

Monday, October 31, 2011

Our Family: Halloween Edition.

*****WARNING***** If you scare easily or have a child looking over your shoulder best to leave page now. It is nightmare inducing. Otherwise proceed. Muh hahahaha.





Our Family






!!!HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!!



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Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Dear God, I Am Not Angry. Just What Is With All This Waiting?

Dear God,

Thank you for giving me peace in this time of great distress. I always feared that if something bad happened to someone close to me that I would be angry with You and lose sight of the life they led and their faith in You. I no longer have that fear. You have shown me a peace I never thought attainable.

Thank you for keeping myself in a place of strength. Where the depression of the situation isn't so crushing that I cannot take care of my family or myself. Thank you for showing me the positive of this frustrating disorder of mine. Finally there is a use for certain responses at the most inappropriate times. It's helping keep the majority of the tears locked away. It's helping me keep people informed with facts, things done that need to be done. Thank you for helping me keep my head on so I'm not dealing with this by falling apart and screaming and yelling like I once did. But accepting the need for sleep when my body says it's time and just taking a short nap to recharge.

Thank you Lord for the family and friends who keep sending you a flood of prayers for my mom. But Lord, why the wait? You have healing hands. You perform miracles. Why are we left in the limbo of wait? I'm told the more we wait the better the chances of her leaving with a long life ahead of her. It's just patience is not my virtue. I don't see this positive as much solace at this point. I want now! Dang nab it, I want yesterday! I know. How ungrateful I must seem. How can I help it though? You gave me the most precious gift of the best mother anyone could ever have.

Thank You for your love and blessings.

Sincerely,

Me

Monday, October 24, 2011

Just Like Mom

I wasn't going to keep up with my blog for the next little while. Who knows if I will write every day, but I will be posting here and there as I feel up to it.

MOM.

We had struggles growing up. They say you hurt the ones you most feel comfortable with. It's true. We fought like dogs. Working around each other, trying to prove who was Alpha. Of course she always was. No matter the course, I always went to her with my inner most thoughts. My passions, my fears. We drifted in my teens as it was not normal to be close to your parents. What? Confide in your mom? What are you nuts? Kids just don't do that. So I fought between what I needed and the image I wanted to portray. Also, I was going through my own inner battle that no body, not even myself, understood until it almost took my life at 23. I always feel I am 24. Because 24 is the year I was when we became closer. It was still tumultuous, but she put up with it better than I ever thought I deserved. She was going to help me through this, no matter how much pain she was in, or what was going on in her own life. Soon, the tides turned and I was there when she needed me. The last ten years with my mom has only proved to bring her closer to me. While people complain about their awful, broken relationships with their moms, I can only feel blessed with my greatest confidant. My best friend. My sometimes enabler. My prayer warrior. And many more things I cannot even begin to put down on paper.

Tonight, I am doing as my mom has done so many times. Since the day I can remember. When times of stress, she cleaned. At night. When the house was silent. She scrubbed, dusted, washed, folded, and created. (She used this time also to stay up late making us clothes and building us Christmas gifts) Battling the thoughts out in her head with no distractions. Working out the frustrations, anger, fear, sadness. It was something I grew to do as well. It's harder with a man who has the hearing of a superhero, but I do get some time to release the emotion. And in moments like these, my heart aches while the tears stay locked in their prison for another day.

I wish I could be there with you right now mom. For the moment though, I'm going to take solace in knowing, in this one coping mechanism, I am just like you.

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Early Morning Mind Wanderers October 23, 2011 (The Not Early Morning Addition)

Ringing phones

Broken voices

Sirens and incomprehension.

Shocked system

Panic enhancing

Pacing and mind racing.

Phone calls

Running feet

Vehicles and speeding.

Nurses speaking

Doctors looks

Ambulances and transfers.

One day feels like a week

Three days feels like weeks

Prayers go up and we wait.

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

It's Always The Small Ones You Need To Watch Out For.


Nom Nom Nom


I would reinforce the rule of not playing with your food. But I am afraid of being dessert.

Sunday, October 16, 2011

Safety First, Craftiness Second: A Sharing Sunday Link Up

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SAFETY:

Infant Car seats. So many to choose from. So many rules to follow. They can and do change from Province to Province and State to State. One thing that doesn't change is that your child NEEDS to be in one and you NEED to be aware of the expiration date. Yes folks, car seats, like milk do spoil. If you are involved in a car accident, they spoil that much faster. While some might be thinking, "Yay, information on Car seats!" and others "Ugh, more information on car seats." I'd like to take this moment you are all wrong. Well sort of. This is NOT information on buying car seats or the rules. Rather information on getting rid of the car seat.

My last child just outgrew his very first carseat. It was bought in 2006 for my second child, and faired it's way well through two more littles. I was going to sell the seat until I discovered through the ever useful dating provided on the seat itself, that it would expire in seven short months. Well then, there goes that money making idea. I then had to figure out where and how I was to dispose of this giant space taker that was no longer needed. I talked to a friend and she mentioned that Toys R' Us has a thing where you bring in your old carseats and get 20% your next purchase. Sweet deal. Until I called. It only runs for a two week period and nobody in the store knows when it is going to run until head office calls down the week prior and says, "It's on like Donkey Kong". Well boo Toys R' Us. Boo. I missed the whole thing by a few days as well. Darn my procrastination. So now to call 311. They were really helpful. The lady herself really had no idea, but went through things step by step with me to figure it out.

Alrighty Winnipegers here is the dealio for us here. We have the option of Toys R' Us (actually you get patched through to Babys R' Us), IF you manage to get there in their two week 20% off if-you-bring-in-the-old-carseat time frame. Unless you are psychic you will most likely miss out on. The other and probably the most practical for everyone is calling BFI to pick up a load of 6 items for $10.00 and $20.00 on each 6 additional items after that. Or getting a truck and pitching all your oversized items all at once for $10.00/ ton. (We chose the latter).

For the baby car seat to be garbage ready:

*In a car accident
*Hit it's expiration date
*Cut all straps on car seat
*Damage the heck out of it. (I used an axe. It is free therapy)

Then you load it up and send it on it's way.


CRAFTY:

I found it hard to get rid of the car seat as it was still in amazing condition. No crazy stains, no accidents. Just that darned expiration date was standing in my way. I felt really guilty about throwing everything in the trash. Well, I did have a dilemma with a change pad that was cracking and tearing and I am too cheap to buy another one. (For the record I didn't even buy this one. I signed up for the Nestle site when I was pregnant with L). A little stitch ripping here, and sewing there. Very little waste in the end, and I have a brand new change pad.







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LINK UP:

This is just another thing taken for granted. A car seat. Just another bulky expensive thing in our vehicles to keep our children safe. Some children don't get the benefit of a car seat. They instead will sit in an orphanage and then be sent off to a mental institution. They will most likely never see the inside of a vehicle. They will never go on a trip to a mall that would require a special seat to keep them safe. They will never need a fancy change pad that is bought, or made with just them in mind. And all because they weren't born "perfect". How sad is that.

This is Francine.

She holds my heart in the twinkle of her eye. My wish is that Francine gets to experience a family and a special seat in a car that could take her anywhere she wished to travel. Along with all the wonderful things that come with having life experiences we don't bat an eyelash at.

Please take the time to visit Jane's blog over at Flight Platform Living and enter the Giveaway. Buy a puzzle piece for $10 or more. Help bring Francine closer to her Forever Family. If money is an object for you, please pray that Francine will find her Forever Family soon and her adoption fund will quickly grow to $10,000. Don't forget to comment on Jane's blog that you donated, shared or will be praying for this beautiful child.

Friday, October 14, 2011

Always On My Mind: A Forget Me Not Friday Link Up

Each one of my four children have a piece of my heart. I never thought in my wildness dreams that I could love each of them equally. I know that this is a common fear for anyone planning their second child. How could I possibly love my next child as much as my first? What if I love my next child more than my last? Once you see that face, your fears melt away. Each moment with each child is so different. You cannot compare one to the other because there is no way. Each laugh, smile, milestone, joke enriches my day. Each tantrum, mean word, scream brings me a frustration not appreciated by anyone other than another mother/father. As these little lives grow and thrive they remain on my mind 24/7. Such blessings.

My children are healthy, I am blessed in that. Even if they were not, I'd still enjoy each struggle and triumph with them. Hundreds of children are not so lucky. Hundreds of parents do not know the blessing they are giving up because their children have some sort of defect. Because where they live education for the "defect" is unknown. So parents part with their child thinking it's the only way. Or they part because they only want a healthy child. Or because they have passed on. In all these situations, these children are left orphans. First in care homes, then into mental institutions where they languish and die.

This is Francine
she is waiting for a Forever Family. One of the major stumbling blocks that Francine has in front of her is the cost of addoption. They say the tipping point is $10,000. Francine is on her way, but still has a ways to go. Jane over at Flight Platform Living has a Fundraiser for Francine going on right now! The fundraiser now has a closing date of November 23, 2011. Jane's birthday! Now what a wonderful birthday gift would it be to get Francine to $10,000 for her adoption fund!

I know many think, why should I bother. I bet this person is just promoting and hasn't put their money where their mouth is. Well, I have. I wouldn't ask for a donation to help Francine get that much closer to a Forever Family willing to adopt her if I didn't do my part. So now I am asking for you not to forget Miss Francine. All it takes is a few dollars. A week's worth of latte's. Plus once you do and you leave a comment on Jane's blog that you bought a puzzle piece or more, you are entered to win a whole lot of amazing prizes! Also, I ask that you pray that Francine gets a Forever Family soon. Someone who sees the amount raised so far as realizes they will have help along the way. I find more people are willing to help once they see a child has a family to go home to. Let's not forget that every child deserves the joy only experienced in a family, and that every family deserves to experience the joys and trials only a child like Francine and other children can bring.


Forget Me Not Fridays
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Thursday, October 13, 2011

I Speak Your Currency. Princess.

Oh the joys of potty training. *eyeroll* You all may remember the I Do It Myself post I wrote at the end of May. The potty worked all of two days. I guess it's better than nothing. Suddenly she no longer wanted to use the potty and diapers were her bottom of choice. Sigh. I wouldn't be so frustrated if she didn't resort to not wanting to change her bum at all. Have you ever seen a diaper so saggy that one can shake their butt from side to side and the diaper hits their knees like a bell? Yeah, it's gross. For all the people out there thinking how could I let it get that bad? You don't have kids do you. When you are chasing four around all day, you learn to pick your battles pretty quickly.

I have been looking at my options for getting this kid to use the potty ever since I decided I really want her to go into preschool next year. Her older brother enjoyed it and did really well. Plus she keeps telling me she is going to school. Well dear. Hate to break it to you (not really), but if you plan on going to school you need to ditch the diaper. She understands somewhat.

With C, he was potty trained completely by the time he was two years old. This kid just would not keep his diaper on. So two weeks of running around the house naked from the waste down and two accidents he was using the potty like the rest of us.

E was not so easy. He liked the potty for a bit, and then screamed bloody murder for the rest of the time. Finally stating that he was not peeing on the potty until he was four. Big mistake for him when he turned four and I called his bluff. I found his currency pretty quickly though. This was one of the tricks I used before the age of four was the "potty two-fer". If the baby will do it, then big bro should follow.



Eventually I decided on going to Dollarama for two large poster boards. I wrote E's name on one in giant bold letters, and A's on the other in the same manner. I purchased as many stickers as I could. That was it! I had it the jack pot. I learned E's currency: Stickers. Each time he went to the bathroom, he got to put up a sticker. One sticker for when he went pee. Two stickers when he pooped. He thought this was fantastic. A on the other hand just wanted to put the stickers up and would move the stickers from one poster to the other. She was to prove that what is good for the goose was not good for the gander.

I have spent this whole time trying to figure out what she would need to go pee. We bought the new potty. I bought her Princess panties. Yet, she still peed everywhere at whim. Diaper or no diaper. After more research, and the need to stop spending so much money on diapers, I have found her currency: All things Princess and flowers.

We went to dollarama and she helped me pick out some toys for her "treasure chest" (potty rewards). I got a small princess book for stickers that she can carry around with her. I got headbands, barrets, hair ties, a barbie type doll, a dancing sunflower and a storage box to put it all in. I have to say after the first night of keeping us up because I wouldn't give her the toys, we have do have success. She now understands in order to get a toy she needs to go pee in the potty. She loves it and is proud to show off what she has done. She still has not pooped in the potty. She admitted that she is scared. We also still do diapers at bedtime. I know she is not ready for that yet. Which is okay by me. Getting them to go during the day is half the battle. The important part. The rest will come when her bladder is 100% ready! (She did have 2 accidents. During one she peed on hubby's leg. LoL.)

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Ninja Drawer Warrior

Monday was no ordinary day. It started off ordinary enough. I awoke in a zombie-like stupor. In place of my husband lay three children ranging in age from five years to ten months. I was trapped. First by sleeping legs and arms, then by energetic bodies tackling me in hopes of getting me up. I make my way downstairs. Clean the dirty kitchen while they eat their breakfast. Finally at 11am I am ready to sit and relax for a bit, when I am hit with the excited chatter of my husband.

"Let's set the bunk beds up now."

"ugh. Right now?" My reluctance is evident. Yet I want it done. I push past the desire to sit on my butt for the next hour.

The two main parts are heavy buggers, but soon (after a consult with the in-laws), the beds are set up and ready to go. Then hubby went and laid on the couch while I dealt with the aftermath. The pulled apart dresser with current address now unknown. Two beds in A's room. Toy boxes and toys skewed between rooms and all over floors.

I unscrewed A's current bed and took the parts to the garage. (It is now headed to the garbage depot to join it's other parts) E's old toddler bed is now A's. The homeless dresser is taking up permanent residence in the corner of A's room. Waiting impatiently (oh wait that's me) for L to take over it's empty drawer space. Wait. I am getting ahead of myself here. The homeless dresser was not willing to change apartment dwellings. It protested. I had C help me move the dresser to the corner. Maybe that was it's deal all along. "Nobody puts dresser in a corner". I don't know. All I know is that it inconspicuously left one of it's drawers standing in the entrance way to E's room. I was carrying E's giant toy box back into his room. I saw the drawer and went to move it an inch out of my way and that's when it struck!

It saw my foot coming at it and stealthily held it's firm grip on the carpet. Then in seconds it dropped kicked my ankle. Slicing down from the ankle bone to my heel. The evil laugh that came from it as I swore every last curse word known to man and hobbled over to put the toy box down. The tears welled from my eyes as the pain shot through my foot. The Ninja Drawer Warrior laid on the floor in satisfaction. He may have got the first strike, but I got the last laugh as I put the drawer in the dresser. In the corner. Of his new address.

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Video Games are Desensitizing My Children From The Inevitable Zombie Invasion

I have been thinking about this for a while. Pretty sad eh? I do not purposely sit here and think of the Zombie Apocolapse because I have nothing better to do. It's just that Zombies are everywhere!


You have got Night of the Living Dead, Shawn of The Dead, Zombieland, The Walking Dead, Fido for the cinematics.

Resident Evil, COD: Zombies (Yes. I know what COD stands for I live with four boys), Zombie Revenge, and E's favorite Plants vs Zombies for video game lovers.

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"Breathers: A Zombie's Lament" by S.G.Brown, "The Dead" by Mark E. Rogers, "Paul Is Undead: The British Zombie Invasion" by Alan Goldsher for those bookly types. (I'll admit the last book there looks mighty interesting.)


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So with all of which I listed being just a tiny pebble in the mountains of zombie entertainment how can one not assume if people start eating flesh (I am fully aware cannabalism is real, but I'm talking the undead kind here), that our children won't be the first to become one of these nasty undead walkers?




These movies, television shows, video games and books have good intentions I'm sure. Halloween is filled with our young sliding into costume to resemble them. This is precisely my point though. They are spending so much time joking about zombies how do we know that they will know when it really happens? How do we know that they will survive the massacre like we've always dreamt they would? I understand these things are meant to be a guide to help our children beat out these brain crazed fiends. I just cannot help but think that all our good intentions are going to get our future killed off in the first 60 minutes of this all too real impending reality.

How do you think Hubby, C and E will react when I base this reasoning for cutting out their zombie entertainment diet? I have a feeling this will be the true start of the Zombie Apocolypse. If I don't post again, guard your brains with your life because I'll be coming for you.

Sunday, October 2, 2011

My Girl: A Sharing Sunday Linkup

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I was asked by Jane over at Flight Platform Living to join up with her this Sunday for her Sunday Sharing Linkup. I'm honored she thought of asking me.

My life is extremely chaotic and I dream of time to myself. Which a get in the wee hours of the morning. Hearing the tick tick tick of the clock keeps the true relaxation away as I know morning with children will come sooner than I'd like on most days. When I dreamed of having children I never envisioned all the sacrifices of me that I would have to make. There are many. However, sometimes the sacrifices of me don't seem so much sacrifices as they do priviledges. Those special moments when the noise around you quiets and the world seems to stop. It's just you and your little one, and all is right with the world. The housework doesn't exist. The phone stopped ringing. Food is no longer a necessity.

This is my girl. I prayed night and day for her for years. Finally she arrived. Yes, I did ask as soon as she was born if she really was a girl. She is strong-willed, voices her opinions, and has an awesome set of lungs that she exercises regularly. She loves to jump and play with the best of them. She is also my girly girl and mamma's girl.

We now have more time together, just her and I that E is in school half days. It's only a two hour period. Yet, in that two hours, she babbles about everything. Everything is "amazing". Weeping Willows and Palm trees are "sad". She collects the mail and cries when there is no key in our mailbox to open another box with bigger packages. Allowing her then to drop the second key in the mailbox slot waiting for the "clunk" as it hits the bottom. Lately, I've taken to calling her "My Girl" when she's being good. "That's My Girl". "That's a great job. Good Girl". Very common to hear when she listens as we leave peacefully from the school playground. As she co-operates and holds on to the stroller as we cross the street. Lately, A too has been calling me "her girl". I find this special as she loves her "girls". She calls Ashley Tisdale's character Sharpay "her girl". Hannah Montana is also "her girl", and it wasn't lost on me that the first thing she noticed on the poster was Hannah's red pumps. I think these ladies are very pretty. So if I fall into "her girl" category how cannot I not feel special. Somehow I know it's more than looks though that makes them special to her. Their characters have a sweet heart. My A has a sweet heart. She is seeing mine even when I cannot see it the majority of the time.

Ahh, I love My Girl...


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If you would like to join the linkup, head on over to Flight Platform Living

Saturday, October 1, 2011

Ice Scroobies and More Silliness




I love my kids. They put the "amaze" in amazing! It's been a while since I last wrote a post about the silly words that come out of their mouths, and crazy things they do so here we go.

Lately my kids are complete nutters. Where they come up with the energy I have no clue. A refuses to nap in the afternoon anymore which she clearly needs. Most noticable 4pm and on. Sometimes she even passes out in the car when we go pick up Daddy from work. E no longer naps as he is in Kindergarten. I've seen those kids tear around that classroom. I don't understand how he's not falling down on his feet by bedtime. L, well he suffers with very little sleep during the day because the other two keep him up with their antics.

Last night case in point. I went to the bathroom "Mommy Haven" to get a few moments to myself before the kids went to bed. Hubby turned on the tunes and I could hear E going crazy dancing to the music. The Black Eyed Peas are his favourite but he will dance to everything with a beat. He was running around, stomping his feet, singing. Just killing us laughing as he continued. (He has also been known to play air guitar and sing about eating brains) A was in on it too. Dancing in her Princess costume. Hubby said that she looked like a Ukrainian dancer kicking up her legs as she went along. A did a few kicks for me and Hubby was right. I laughed so hard. I heard them having so much fun, my haven became a prison and I had to join in on the fun. I grabbed L out of the highchair and dance him around the house, with my children dancing around me like wood nymphs. It was a great evening. Getting them to settle down for bed wasn't so easy. Oops.

Their actions are not the only silliness that transpires at our home in one day. Toddlers can come up with the most amazing words when they cannot pronounce things properly.

E:
Smurps = Smurfs
Carmen = Kermit the Frog (No matter how many times I correct him. He says, "Yeah, Carmen".)
Ice Scribbies = Rice Crispies

A:
Smirks = Smurfs
broon = balloon
Ice Scroobies = Rice Crispies
Smurpette = Smurfette

L: He's just learning words.
Mamma and Hi.

C's first words. Is it terrible that I don't remember that?

E's first words were Dada and Welcome.

A's were Dada and Thank You

Until the next installment of silly words I hope you all have a Silly Saturday!

Monday, September 26, 2011

In Limbo. At A Crossroads. Whatever You Call It I Am There.

I'm having a really hard time with things as of late. My maternity leave is up in less than two months. I really am not ready to leave my last baby. Yet, at the same time, I cannot wait to do something besides be around my children all the time. I love them. I just have no me time. I also have nothing that makes me feel like I'm doing something worth while (for myself that is), which puts me in a pretty big funk. Up until last year I worked in fields out of necessity, not because it was something I wanted to do. Then I found my current position. I love my job. The satisfaction I get from it, the money doesn't hurt of course, the people I get to meet. The things I get to learn. I am always learning something new. I really enjoy that. I like things with structure, but for some reason at work I crave things without structure. Then last week I got the news that I need to try and find another position or the other option is being laid off due to a decision they made. I get it. I am not the only one who is thrown this wrench. I just didn't think I'd be sitting right back where I was just when my maternity leave for my daughter was up.

Limbo and I don't work well together. I naturally worry. A lot. So when Limbo and I have to work together, I typically turn into a nutcase. I'm trying to avoid Limbo. I am NOT embracing Limbo at all. There is no fun in this, just a looming clock and it's annoying "tick" "tock", "tick" "tock", over my head. I cannot afford daycare, plus I am the taxi for both hubby and kindergartener. Not that I mind. I actually enjoy this position, it's just that most day and evening jobs don't. I also don't want to work every single weekend. I don't think I should have to give up my weekends with my husband just to make money. Besides birthday parties typically don't work so well during the week. So I need something I can do from home on my time. Not as easy to find as you would think.

I have been given suggestions like home parties. I did Meleluca and Discovery Toys at one point in time. I guarantee you I really suck at sales. Ask me to promote one of my friends stuff and no problem. As me to sell something of my own. Not happening. I have a hard time when it comes to asking people for money. Not sure why. Maybe I need to go to therapy for that one.

Anyways, this is where I am and have been for a couple of weeks now. So what on earth do I do with myself now to make some moolah?

Friday, September 23, 2011

Who You Are Has Stolen My Heart: A Forget Me Not Friday Linkup

I am not a boaster. I don't like to boast. It feels fake and makes me feel like it does an injustice to the event, cause, situation, one is boasting about. To me boasting can be anything from winning the track meet and making sure everyone knows it was you. To being the next Oprah Winfrey and Angelina Jolie in making sure everyone knows what you personally did to "help" someone out. It just leaves a sour taste in my mouth how someone will put their name on something just to further their own careers or ego's. I want you to know my bloggy friends, that this post might seem like a bit of a boast as you read on. But it is not. It is about a child who needs you right now, how this child has stolen my own heart and how I am personally doing my small part to help.

Until I started reading and adding blogs to my own personal blog list I was just another voice on the internet with a blog about life, complaints, and sometimes funny moments. I was just another blip on the internet highway, adding to the noise. Then I started watching others. What they were saying and doing. Some were just like me, others were out there with their intents. Still others were amazing me with their giant sized hearts. I know there are life situations and you must pick and choose and you cannot possibly do it all. I myself grapple with this every single day. I myself say if you are going to do good, keep it close to you and private then it will have meaning. Not everyone needs to know how you jumped a large building in a single bound. (I still love you Superman) This time however, in order to help someone, I need to let everyone know my jump.

This is my bloggy friend at Flight Platform Living. She has her own obstacles to deal with on a daily basis and you read about it on her blog. Her heart though knows no bounds. She is on of my personal heroes. Someone I look up to and admire. She heard about a foundation called Reece's Rainbow which is set up to help maintain funds and find families for orphans with Down's Syndrome and other disabilites from around the world. You can see their mission statement here.

Here is the Giveaway post for Francine. She is the lovely child that has stolen my heart. She is born in the same month and year as my second born. From her picture she has a gorgeous life to live. Without our help, because she was born with Cebral Palsy, spastic diplegia, delay of psychospeech development she will end up in a mental institution where she will languish and die unless something is done and fast. Most times, these children are looked past as adoptable simply because the people who wish to adopt cannot afford the giant price tag attached. This is where you and I come in. With this giveaway you are giving your money to help bring this child to a family who is willing to give her a healthy home. I would love to adopt Miss Francine myself. I just know I couldn't possibly do it with the current family position I am in. I am busy with four healthy children I was blessed with. So I am doing what I can. Each month I allocate funds to use on whatever I want for myself that is a want, not a need. I'm doing this early, but I have decided to donate my normal $100 me funds to help Francine in her quest to find a family. Sure, the Giveaway prizes are fabulous and it would be so cool to win something. For me though, what did it? What finally made me put myself out there to help was seeing the money raised just soar in the last month. How many others were willing to push self aside and campaign for this precious being. How could I not? Children here in Canada are so blessed, they have places to keep them safe and warm and into places of help and care. I had to gift that to another child.

So please I implore you to take a look at the giveaway. See how you can help. Let's get Francine a family and a safe home before she is lost to the system. If you are not interested in the giveaway and would rather do something without the "fanfare" and just for you. Donate annonymously. Thank you for your read and making this: A Forget Me Not Friday.

Forget Me Not Fridays

Sunday, September 18, 2011

A-Z of Me Meme

I am a horrible blogger lately. I have no time. I play on FB games, but those require little thought and are during spurts of sit down nursing time or that half hour before bed. My days are so full this year. Phew.

Okay, so here it goes. I was tagged earlier this week by my bloggy friend. You can check out her post here. While you are at it, check out her other entries. I love reading her posts.

If you would like to give it a whirl, you can find a blank form here. Just copy and paste.

Anorak... I am obsessed with owning a library in my home. I want wall to wall, floor to ceiling books. Not only that, I want to say that i read each and every one of the books in my collection. it'll never happen as we don't have the room.

Body... My stomach. I'll gladly keep the stretch marks if my tummy would just lie flat when I'm standing up. I am really over looking six months pregnant. My baby is nine months old for goodness sake.

Celebrity... Christian Slater. I loved him in Heathers and Pump Up The Volume. I wanted to date him back in the day. Now I am happily married and don't think of him that way. However, he is one of the only actors I crushed on as a teen that I know if I wasn't married I'd still be attracted to.

Debut... I have always journaled. I love writing and starting doing a writing course last year. I figured that writing a blog would help give me the courage to send something in to get published. I still haven't sent anything in. I am however, meeting a ton of awesome people through blogging.

Error... My biggest regret created the best thing that could have happened to me when I was in my late teens/early twenties.

Funny... My kids. They are the craziest bunch of nutters eva!

Grand... Clothes or something else for my kids. Debt. Yeah, I really don't spend anything on me. I have a ton of reasons to do for others, but never for myself. I always feel guilty putting myself first.

Holiday... I don't travel except by vehicle. Never outside of Canada. I would love to go to England one day.

Irritate... My husband would say picking my nails. I snap them, rubbing one nail under the other when I am stressed out. I am stressed out a lot.

Joker.. I don't have any favourite jokes.

Kennel... Do my children count? Seriously. They are why I don't have pets. I spend all my time raising my children. I don't have the time to take proper care of an animal.

Love... I am married to the most wonderful man on the planet. My life was empty before him. God has blessed me so much with this union. I am forever grateful.

Meal... Starter? Just give me the meal. My favourite is macaroni casserole. I'm a cheese fanatic. It's elbow pasta, cheese and tomatoes layered. Lots of cheese! The crispies are the best! Desert? No room for that after my casserole fix.


Now... I would be on a deserted island with my husband. We need some us time desperately.

Off Duty... Sleep. With four children, that is my off time.

Proud Moments... I am most proud of being married. I wear my wedding rings like a badge of honor.

Queasy... When I hear of people doing horrible things to children. Parents who put their needs before their children. (i.e. think with their vagina instead of their heads. Yep, I went there.) My children are my life and I don't understand how some people think that these precious beings are anything other than the gifts they are. They are not accessories, they require more of you than you would have ever thought possible.

Relax... I used to relax by reading. Now I just don't have enough time in the day.

Song.. I don't have a favourite song of all time.

Time... My wedding day. The moment I walked down the aisle to our wedding song and saw my husband to be waiting for me at the other end of the room. That day I could live over for the rest of my life.

Unknown... I am slightly OCD about making sure the doors, including the garage door, are locked at night. I check exactly three times before I am satisfied. I make sure the mud room and the basement doors are locked too. Just in case some nut job breaks into our house they will have a few things to make getting in tough for them. I have been known to shove my laundry in front of the door too.

Vocal... I don't have a favourite. I like Celine Dion. Adele has a gorgeous voice. There are a few others I can't think of right now.

Work.. My dream job is being a singer, actress, an author, a mom, and a job that enabled me to give back to the community. I'm working on a book, I am a mom and I love my job as a support worker. I think I'm doing pretty good.

X-ray... I almost broke my ankle once. Other than that only sprains.

Yikes... My most embarrasing moment was back in high school. I had a major crush on this guy. EVERYBODY knew about it. (I look back now and it was kind of stalkish on my part. But I also liked things I couldn't get back then. I am sure if he like me back I would have lost interest pretty fast.) Anyways, we were both in Drama together. We were in a play and were cast as boyfriend and girlfriend. I loved drama in those days. During our live performance, baby powder was falling down from the scene prior and with the dark mood of the stage, I got lost in how gorgeous and surreal it all was. My deep like for this guy and how romantic the moment seemed to me got me. I totally forgot the majority of my lines. I had never forgot my lines up to this point. The look on his face for having to cover me. The fact that I let him down. I was devastated. I broke down and cried after our scene and beat myself up for weeks over it. No body understood why I was so upset. I always said it was because my parents weren't there. But no. It was because I let the one person down that I would have hung the moon for in those days.

Zoo.. A cat. Except for the whole licking yourself. Ewww. They are strong, fearless and independant.

Now I am tagging the following...

@SnappySurprise
@Sak_Shoes
@TheSuniverse
@snglmomiOTR
@Katieannab
@3kidzmommy

Monday, September 12, 2011

Towards The Empty Nest

There are so many firsts to look at. The first breath. The first cry. The first cold. The first smile. The first laugh. The first step. The first day of Kindergarten. The first day of High School.

When I first dreamed of having a child, it was all about the baby stage. The way his hand curled around mine and he looked at me as if he had the whole universe in his hand. The first two days in the hospital were the best two days with just me and my boy. By number four I just wanted to be home with all my children, forget this hospital business. With each baby though, my mind never processed them needing to go to school. When I first looked at them, I never saw past the first year. After the first year, I never saw past the second year. Then, in the blink of an eye they were ready for Kindergarten. Sure my second went to preschool three times a week last year. Sure I knew that Kindergarten was just a few months away. It just didn't seem real. It still all felt like a dream. I was still my child's universe in the palm of his hand. My second, E, is now officially an Elementary School scholar.

Then there is my first, C, he just entered the crossroads to "freedom". In just four short years, he will go from my baby who needs me for everything, to a man striking out on his own. While I am looking forward to him moving on to possibly college, his own pad, I am wanting to hold on to these next four years.

These are two huge milestones. Kindergarten and High School. I never thought that I would experience them at the same time. At one time I never could have hoped to have such a big, beautiful family. Now, while I am excited for my children to grow and learn and succeed. (I do feel giddy knowing there will only be two at home to continue to drive me batty, and eventually none. Go me time!) I do see the implications of this. It's just like being born and each day draws us closer to death. Having a child is like being born again. Being born into something bigger than you can ever imagine. Sacrificing so much of yourself for something so small and helpless. Putting more effort into something, than one your favorite subjects or hobbies, and watching it bear fruits you could only have dreamt of. Each day brings you closer to death. Not a physical death, but the death to all that you once knew. Eventually there is not much of yourself that you need to sacrifice for these now young men and women. The effort once put in, is now effortless and most likely no longer needed. You now have so much "me" time you have no idea what to do with yourself. The person who once raised these amazing creatures is no longer needed and you are lost. The death is here. Each day brings me closer towards the empty nest. I'm excited, sad and lost.

For now, I'm too busy to be to upset over it. Only when I think about these two milestones half of my brood has reached do my eyes mist, and my future self feels uncertain.

Sunday, September 4, 2011

Silent Sunday



E made this computer. He was so proud of himself. We couldn't move it for days. Enjoy!


Saturday, September 3, 2011

Just Call Me "The Sucky Slayer"!

I'd never thought I'd say it, but suckies, pacifiers, dumb dumbs, nuks, suthers, or whatever you decide to call them are EVIL!



I am the first to say "hey, stick a sucky in their mouth." I made sure that a sucky was packed in my hospital bag with each of my four pregnancies. I advocate their use. In fact, recent studies show that they may help reduce the incidents of SIDS (Sudden Infant Death Syndrome). I would pop a pacifier in my child's mouth the moment he/she made a peep. They served well at night when they got restless but weren't really hungry. It was perfect when training them to sleep as it helped them soothe themselves. I think this is where the problem came in. At least for my daughter.

My older two didn't seem to have an issue with giving up their suthers. With C we took away the nap suther and then after two weeks to a month the bedtime suther. I think that was around 18 months. With E I lost it in the house. He had no choice but to fall asleep without it. I found it two days later, but he was finally sleeping without it, so I threw it out. He was about 3 I believe. Possibly 2.5 years old. A is now two months away from turning three years old. She only wants the sucky when she sees it or someone mentions it. And bedtimes of course. In my opinion though, three years old is just too old to still be sleeping with a dummy. Last night after a week of continually looking for her last known sucky (she had at least 10. They have all vanished into the unknown.), I decided I was done with it. I told her in the morning that we were giving it to a baby who needed it. She agreed. That night she wanted her sucky. She was up until midnight. Around 10pm, after her repeated calls for me to find the sucky, I gave in and told her I threw it away because she was too big for a sucky. She wasn't happy, but finally fell asleep. A bit harsh I know, but she appears to be like me. No games, just give it to me straight up.

Tonight is night two of no sucky. A still asked for it. Again I said, "The sucky is gone, I threw it in the garbage remember?" She lasted until 9:30 to 10pm before she fell asleep. She did much, much better. Yay! Officially no more sucky searching for me ever again! (L is my only baby who didn't use a sucky) Now to get rid of the diapers and get A to use the potty.

(Side Note: I still advocate use of the pacifier. Just extremely happy I don't have to search for them any longer.)

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Embracing The Ginger

I am so proud of my Gingy! Yes, that is what he calls himself now. On July 29th, at midnight, I picked him up from the airport. He flew in from his three weeks at Cadet camp. My Dad drove me to the airport as I didn't want to go alone that late at night. I hadn't seen C for a month as he was at his father's the week prior to leaving. I was so excited to see him, my nerves had me in a tizzy, requiring two tablespoons of Kaopectate. I flashed him with my camera as he decended the stairs to the baggage area where all us anxious parents were waiting. With the exception of an unfortunate incident, C said this was an even better year than last year. He said he got along a lot better with the goup, stating he was welcomed in all the cliques. I think it's awesome. He's low profile in the sense that everyone wants to hang out with him, but he's not in high demand. We stayed up until 2:30am laughing and talking about the silliness of camp. He also got bit by a spider and sunburnt on top of it really bad.



His arm the first night home





His arm the next day after I put some aloe vera cream on his arm the night before. He had to put this stuff on for a good week before it stopped itching and didn't look so bad.



I think he'd be embarrassed knowing I put this out there, but he was called "Senoir Smoothie Cheeks". (He told me if I posted this he'd dump water on me in my sleep. teehee) He had so many stories to tell me between that night and the next day. Including his war cry "Gingy"!

If you have been keeping up, my son to this point has been teased since he was in Grade 6 at least about being a redhead. It got really bad at the end of this past school year. He's got the most gorgeous auburn hair. I love it and am so terribly jealous. My red hair only comes in a box. Other kids are just plain out mean and think it's cool to tease these kids. Little do children like my son realize out of school, women will be all over him just for his red hair. (They'll get their vengence on the bullies without having to do a thing *insert evil grin here*)

My C has come back a summer adventure older, a few inches taller, a heck of a lot more freckle-faced, and more relaxed with who he is. He's just calmer and down right funnier. He seems to have lost a lot of that annoying kid that left my house on the second of July. (I can handle that) And gained a comfortableness with who he is. The best part is that he told me he's embraced being a "Gingy". My boy is growing up!

Monday, August 29, 2011

I Cannot Tell A Lie...

I'm addicted to couponing! Well more so to saving money. However, couponing has become another way to help me save the most. I talked last time about the TLC show Extreme Couponing. People just go nuts buying and storing. Going through trash cans and other people's papers to find coupons. They have limits at their stores to how many coupons they can use during a transaction, but nothing compared to the limitations we Canadians face. We cannot double up our coupons. What I have found out in just a mere two weeks is that this means you cannot just institute coupons alone. As a person who used to buy the "no name" or store brands, I have learned that this isn't enough alone either. I have learned a lot watching Extreme Couponing these past two weeks, and a lot from friends. I want to pass on this knowledge to you.

First of all, my first time doing this, and I have saved around $50-$100. I also didn't have to go back to the store for my typical "extras" and I was in my $300. budget that I plan for myself, which I typically go way over. My "extras" this time were babyfood jars that went on sale. Toilet paper that went on sale and I used my coupon. As well as more diapers, with of course coupon use. With four kids milk will always be an extra. Still better than the other extras.

So how did I save $50-$100. No, I did not do it all on coupons. I waited until Wednesday evening when our flyers and Community paper come to the house. (Why we haven't received one in three years, I don't know. But we do now.) I look through each and every one of the flyers. Of course I really don't need the ones from Future Shop or The Brick, so those are a quick toss. The rest, I look to see what is on sale. Things that I actually use. I then check the flyer to see what store is close to my home. There is no point in driving half way across the city for a good price. In this day and age with the cost of gas so volatile, you'll be spending your savings in gas. See if you can find what you like in flyers for stores closest to you.

Once you got your stores down, see what is the same in each flyer. You may not need to drive to all the stores with sale flyers. Make sure you know what the conditions of your coupons are. Know what the retail cost of your item is. It may change from store to store. But this will help you determine what I call your "true savings". Don't necessarily buy 2 of something just because it is half off. Save buying 2 of something if it's half off if you have a coupon or it is something you use very frequently. Toilet paper, diapers, laundry soap. These types of consumables go very quickly, especially if you have a large family. If those types of things don't go fast in your home. Do it for the things that do. Otherwise you are going to have a stock pile that goes on for years and it may not be useful at that point in time. Which is another waste of money. I think the most sensible is just stocking up as you would do if you were putting money in savings. Typically you want enough in there to live off of for six months if God forbid something happens like the loss of a job. Most important of all is making sure to match up your coupons to the sale items.

Here are some more tips:

1) Join sites that help you obtain coupons like websaver.ca and save.ca and gocoupons.ca.

2) Swap coupons with friends. They may have something that you need and they don't and vice versa.

3) Utilize your stores cards.

Safeway has their club card. Bringing costs down a buck or two. Or allowing you to have their sales, then tack on your coupons to bring it lower.

Shopper's Drug Mart has a card that racks up points and in turn can help you take off money your purchases. We wait and use these once a year around Christmas time. Shopper's Drug Mart typically has a great deal with your points then. Oh, make sure you bring your own bag as they take on money for each bag you use.

Superstore also makes you pay for your bags. To help save money invest in their bins. A little goes a long way in the end. They also have a coupon wall when you first walk in. Utilize it! You never know what might be there that you could use. But remember only do coupons for the things you actually use.

Sobey's has a card that works like Shopper's Drug Mart where you earn points that help you get money off your purchases after a certain amount accumulated. Also if you bring your own bag, they take off 3 cents for every bag you use. It's not a lot, but every little bit helps.

4)Not everything is going to have a coupon. Wait until it goes on sale. If you see something on sale that you use make sure you know what the retail price is. I like to go with the stuff that is clearly half off. Then only buy one that shopping period. I'm still saving money.

I hope this has helped just a little. I will definitely share more as I discover more. Happy Couponing!

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Writing Assignment: Back To School

Today I was going through the many blogs I follow. Here I find posts that tug at my heart strings and drive me to pass them on like this one at Flight Platform Living. (If you have never heard of or read this blog before, you must. This post alone is special, the whole blog will change your heart and mind.)

I also come across blogs that give me ideas and assignments that help fill in those days that I need something short and sweet, (I'm a bit long-winded) so I can get my personal quota of blog posts out to you wonderful readers. Blogging Dangerously is just one of those sites. Today's assignment is a quick exercise to get your writer's brain moving. You are required to write a sentence where each word in the sentence starts with the letter that follows the letter that started the previous word. An example is found through the link at Blogging Dangerously provided above. Good luck and have fun :D

H I J K L

(H)arry (I)nglebert (j)uggles (k)aleidoscopes (l)akeside.


Monday, August 22, 2011

Dinner and a Vagina :S

Every now and then the Hubs and I get to go out and hang out with another couple for supper. Of course all our kids are there, but it's still time out. The kids play with their kids, and we laugh it up. What I really enjoy is the cooking. No, not me cooking. The couple can cook up some awesome Thai food. It's spicy! I smell the food coming out of my pores for a good day or two. I feel the burn and go through half a jug of milk, a four litre jug, eating it. The first time, I had no milk and it burned so bad I was in tears. But I just couldn't stop eating the delicious cuisine. This time I came prepared.

What we didn't have last time was oysters because they were bad. This time it was all good and cooked up. The wife doesn't do oysters, not sure why now. But the guys enjoyed it. I wanted to try one. It was all good, up until I decided to look my oyster over. Then the words came out of my mouth, as my eyes popped out of my head, "it looks like a...." Jawed dropped. Now looking around the table. The woman's husband says, "yes, it looks like a vagina." The whole table started laughing at me. I still had no words. I looked it over some more. I was still curious as to what it tasted like. Needless to say I had to close my eyes and pretend it was something else than some "vagina" looking back at me.

The end result? Dinner was great! The conversation was awesome! I am never eating something that looks like a vagina again! Yikes!

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Saturday, August 20, 2011

Ten Things You Wish You Knew About Me. Or Didn't Wish. Whatever I'm Telling You Anyways.

The other day @VivInterrupted sent me a tweet with an essential "Tag, you're it!" message. I'm a little late getting back to her on this one. So from her post I gather I'm supposed to write down 10 things you don't know about me that you were just wishing I would enlighten you with. (I know this ain't so, but just humor me a little k? My fragile ego needs it)

Phew: so I know I did seven things for my blog awards before, but I don't remember all that I put up there and I'm hoping your memory is as crappy as mine. As I'm too darn beat to try and search to see what I wrote and what I didn't.

1. I have always loved singing and always wanted to record at least one CD and hear it played on the radio.

2. I used to dance in my front yard until I was 14 years old and we moved to another area. I loved it and didn't care who saw me. (I only wish I was still that carefree)

3. I wish I had the time to get all the ideas rolling around in my head on paper before I forgot what I was thinking about.

4. When I was in my teens I used to write my own songs. I couldn't compose the music.

5. I tried out for Canadian Idol, it's first year, and froze during auditions. I haven't really sung since. I threw out all my songs. I regret that to this day.

6. I want to be published one day. I was writing a novel and tossed it when I was angry at myself. My characters play in my mind, but I'm always comparing what I write to the story I let get away. My characters remain just thoughts that haunt me.

7. I have insomnia because my head has so much going on in it.

8. I never planned on having four children, (even though twins times 4 equals 8 children) In order to understand that one, you need to know I originally wanted 4 sets of twins :S

9. I am terrified of the dark and basements.

10. I like to walk around in the house with very minimal light. Very close to dark. (Unless I watched a scary movie. Then the lights need to be on for a good week)


I am supposed to tag people now. I'm not sure how many. So here are some people I have yet to mention at any time in my blogs:


@snglmomiOTR

@BewilderedBug

@barbara_dilisio

@laci512

@Katieannab

@MamaAsh77

So there ya go! "Tag, You're It!"

Friday, August 19, 2011

Swaggalicious: I Got SWAGG !!!

About a month ago I joined in on @blogdangerously's #wineparty on twitter. I had missed the week prior and hubby fell asleep on me. So I figured why not drink alone and enjoy some good conversation. It was nice, all the kids were in bed including L and I got to enjoy a full evening of chatter. It was during this time that #aintthatlife was mentioned as sponsering #wineparty. So I figured, since this "brand" was going to sponser my favourite way to spend a Friday night besides knocking boots with my hubby, I could at least check it out.

The link provided led me to my first viewing ever of a webisode (Yeah I blog, but have never seen a webisode. Sue me.) Let me just say that I am in LOVE with the stickman. This comment on Twitter is what got me my swagg. At first I thought it was just talk. I didn't get it. I was then messaged along with a few others to drop my mailing address off to @blogdangerously to pass along and I'd receive my swagg soon. I was hopeful but skeptical. For all I knew some creeper wanted my mailing address. (Hey, the world holds stranger, truer things)

Today I went to get the mail and saw a huge envelope shoved in my community cubby hole mailbox. I checked out the sender and it was from the shows creater Joseph Amiel. I just about sped down the street just so that I could tear open the package and try on my brand new t-shirt!!!

After all this you are probably wondering what Ain't That Life is about. The webisodes are about a guy named Harold Bregman. He's in therapy. His life is well average at best. However, that is up until recently. If you want to know more, you NEED to check out the webisodes at Aint That Life dot com. There is much more at the site than just the webisodes as well. Including a place to purchase Ain't That Life swagg like my t-shirt.

And because I wanted to show off my new shirt in a creative way, I worked on this just for you. My Bloggy and Twitter friends. Without you guys I would never have been at #wineparty to win squat.



Thank you so much! I don't win things, well, rarely. It's more like a once in a blue moon type of thing. What's great was that I wasn't even trying. What's even better is that I actually like the webisode. I wanted to write this post earlier, but really thought it would be better if I had the swagg to go with it.


(Disclaimer: I wasn't asked to write this post by the creator or anyone else affiliated or unaffiliated with www.aintthatlife.com I was not offered or given anything monetary or otherwise to advertise for www.aintthatlife.com I wrote this post to show off that I won something and to give exposure to a web series that I feel is worth watching.)
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