My Last Sleep In Day Was January 3...2005

Friday: I wake the children up at 6:30am so they can have breakfast, get dressed, and be ready to catch the bus at 7:30am. Like every school day, they refuse to get up and cry "It's dark outside! It's still night time!"

Saturday: Bethie wakes up at 6:15am. She immediately wakes Katie up, and the two of them start rearranging the furniture in their room until I come in and yell at them to BE QUIET!!! At which point, Sarah wakes up, too.

Sunday: All three children are up by 6:10am. I demand to have more sleep, so they tip toe downstairs and feed each other icing and sprinkles until I come down and yell at them. Then they act shocked that I am angry they ate junk for breakfast. They, apparently, had no idea that this was unacceptable.

Monday: By 6:45am, I am losing my mind because they still won't get out of bed. I explain to the little darlings that if they can get up early on the weekend, then they can get up on time on the weekdays. The twins respond by rolling over towards the wall.

The only solution that I can think of is to put them to bed by 6:30pm. It'll be dark outside. Dark = sleeping...right????

And Then There Was February

I've been busy. January just flew by, and it looks like February will follow suit. Between work and home and the minor concussion that I received after bouncing my head off the cement stairs, the entire month is a bit of a blur.

I did, however, manage to start working on some projects that I am interested in. First, I want my children to realise that there is a big wide world out there beyond Ottawa's city limits. Each month, I decided to teach them about a new country.

I thought it would be fun to start with Scotland. I hung up a map of the world with an arrow pointing to Ottawa, and another one pointing to Scotland. Then I wrote some words relating to Scotland (like heather and haggis) and stuck those to my Word Wall. I even coloured the Scottish flag and stuck that on the wall. The grand finale was a "Scottish Dinner" to celebrate Robbie Burns Day.

Yeah, turns out I suck:

Dan cheered everyone up by producing grilled cheese:

This month, we're learning about El Salvador. They're going to love it!

I also started the first bit of our Victory Garden (the children are obsessed with WW2). Although most of our vegetables will be started indoors in March, we planted some herbs because we were too excited (ummm, actually Dan was not the least bit excited...he just humours us!).

I discovered this today!



And last, but most stressful, Dan and I have lost our minds and bought fish.

We named our fish Bella, Shrimp, Kitzy Fishy, and Chirp. They are all still alive, so I'm pleased. But I don't particularly like Bella because she harasses the other fish and I spend a lot of time trying to get Bella away from the others. Because I have control issues. Sigh.

Into The Future...

I'm afraid of dying.

Ever since Melissa died, I think of dying every day. I'm terrified that I will be hit by a truck...and vanish. Vanish from my children's lives, from their memories, from their hearts.

I worry about their lives without me in it.

I worry about them being "haunted" by my memory. What snapshots of me will they remember? What will they hold close? What will slip through their fingers? What will they be left with?

I'm scared that they will face hard times, that they will be on their knees, and I won't be there to help them up. I won't be there to catch their tears.  I won't be there to cheer their successes. I won't be there to hold their babies. And they will resent me, or God, or their father.

I'm "haunted" by my grandmother. There is so much that I don't know about her. So much that I will never know about her. Her favourite song. Her favourite place. What she thought about various things that happened in her life. Things that I never thought to ask her...

I sit in my cozy kitchen as I write this. The afternoon sun is pouring in. Music is on in the background. The children are playing happily in the living room. Everything is...nice. All I can think is that too soon this moment will be "a long time ago".

One day, my daughters will read this blog, hoping to gain insight into their lives, and into my life. I hope that they find what they are looking for. I hope they find evidence that I adore each of them. That they are the best things that ever happened to me. And that every day is made wonderful simply because I am able to be in their lives. And if I get hit by a truck tomorrow, I hope that I have imprinted their hearts sufficiently that they just know that my love for them doesn't stop when my heart does. It's forever.

P.S. Just for reference, my favourite song is "Baby Blue" by George Strait.

The Year of Nature

I live in suburban Hell.

All the houses look the same. White front doors, two cars in the driveway, and a tree on the small patch of yard out front. Each house has a 7' fence, cordoning off their own little plot of land. It's a relatively new development, so there are only a few gardens. When I stand on my porch with my back touching my front door, I can see 64 sets of windows that over look me. SIXTY-FOUR!

It drives me crazy that the other four people that I live with have no issue with this suburban Hell. The cookie-cutter approach to life works wonderfully for them. Just do what everyone else does. Don't call attention to yourself. Your value is measured by what others think of you. Keep your mouth shut and your head down.

I have had enough.

In 2012, I am going to help my children to be less suburban. I have decided to teach my children about Nature. I want them to learn that their food doesn't actually come from the grocery store. I want them to learn how plants grow. What they need to survive and thrive. I want them to learn about farming. I want them to see a cow being milked, a pig in a sty, and chickens. Not like at a petting zoo. It's important for me that my children are exposed to agriculture. I told myself that I will do anything in my power to assist my daughters in understanding the world around them. Having compassion for, and an interest in, wildlife. I felt happy, and thrilled a little at the prospect. Kinda nervous about finding a farm to visit, but eager about us examining Nature.

And the Bethie ask for a fish.

She wants a fish to love and watch and occasionally feed, but otherwise ignore. She wants a fish so I have one more soul to worry about, one more soul to pick up after, one more soul to feed.

AND...fish ain't cheap. Well, the fish are, but all the stuff you need to maintain the fish are really expensive. Dan said that I need to buy a minimum of a 10 gallon aquarium. I'm not at all sure how much a gallon is, much less ten of them, but I'm guessing it's gonna be bigger than a fish bowl.

So, I'm off to check out fish. Because, apparently, having a fish is my first step down the road to "Nature". Not quite how I imagined it...

Tis The Season

I don't like Christmas.

 I never have.

Even as a child, Christmas caused me a lot of stress and anxiety. I had convinced myself that my parents would forget to buy me Christmas presents. They would only realise their oversight Christmas morning, when it was too late to do anything. And then they would be upset. So the weeks leading up to Christmas, I would worry and worry. Christmas morning, I would open my presents as slowly as possible so I could stretch out the few gifts I had and make it seem like I had the same amount of presents as my brothers. Every year, this would backfire because I would have more presents than anyone. And this caused me a lot of stress. Everyone would be done opening presents and there would be a mountain of gifts left for me to unwrap. And no one was thrilled with me at that moment. I just knew that the following year, my parents wouldn't make that mistake again and wouldn't get me presents...and the cycle would begin all over again.

Fast forward to now. I try to do everything in my power to make Christmas wonderful for my children. "Magic" happens everyday.

Some snaps:

Bethie (left), Katie, and Sarah decorating the Christmas tree

Holiday baking

Katie - helping to make sugar cookies

Bethie, Katie, and Sarah off to a Christmas party

Bethie - helping to put up Christmas lights. The snowman was a BIG hit!

Bethie, Sarah, and Katie each received an email from Santa.

I'm very excited for January!

The First Snow

It snowed last night for the first time this season. I was informed of this at 5:20am...when the children demanded that I take them outside to play. They were informed that Mummy doesn't do snow angels at 5:20 AM.

By 7:15am, I happily took the children outside because I love them (and a little bit because the whining was killing me).

All I can think of when I see this photo is that I need to cut back that ornamental grass...thank goodness it's going to be a high of 10C this weekend!

My littlest one



Twinnies!



I asked Sarah to take over the shovelling

Finally, I provided each child with a more appropriate shovel...and then they proceeded to shovel the snow that was on the grass onto the driveway...after I had already shovelled the driveway. Sigh.

7:30am. Time to harass the neighbourhood mothers into sending their children outside!

I love this bench (and the child, too)

Snow angel



Snow angels...in duplicate

And then I got cold came inside. I lured the children in with hot chocolate.

Halloween: In Pictures

Better late than never, right?

Carving pumpkins. Sarah and I are in charge of "directing the operation"... which means that we don't get dirty!

Katie

My two Harry Potters...Katie (left) and Bethie before school

Bethie, Sarah, and Katie. They wanted to stand in front of the decorations. I wanted them to stand in front of the lovely Burning Bush. Turns out the desire to go and beg the neighbours for candies far out weighed their aversion to the Burning Bush.

Dan, his parents, and the children. My parents and I were the ones on the sidelines, not in costumes, and shocked at the extent that Dan and his family would go to make Halloween magical!

Sarah became too tired to walk so she hitched a ride with a neighbourhood child.

Sarah and her grandmother looking at the "graveyard" that was in my front yard.

Dan's parents brought to our house a massive amount of life-like decorations that wowed the neighbourhood. My children were thrilled.  As I tucked them into bed, they told me "This was the best Halloween ever!".

I am now very worried about how I am supposed to top this next year...