I wish you could have heard the laughter at our dinner table tonight!
All three boys were laughing gut-hurting laughs.
Sexy neck picked up the dessert oranges after supper and started juggling them before handing them to the boys to peel.
We haven’t laughed that hard in ages.., it is the simple things!
Side note: I have a Physical Education degree and I think the juggling lesson I received during one of my activity courses was one of the most memorable and useful!
I went back to work part time after our first son was born. After only a few months, I knew that being a mom and teacher was not going to be doable for my Type A/Perfectionist personality.
We immediately cut our cable, saving $30 per month. We tried to find ways to cut even more of our expenses.
We ended up selling our handmade (not by us!) post and beam home overlooking the lake for a home in the city with the ability to walk everywhere. We sold one car and were left with one 4-Runner to share.
We bought a house with a backyard suite. This house allows me to joyfully stay home with my boys. It pays 60 percent of our mortgage with minimal impact on our lives.
Do you have extra space beside your house?
Here is a great suite I saw today while driving around. The suite is on the left.
Let your house make money for you! (My apologies for the photos – I will never make a good paparazzi!)
Sexy neck returned to work this morning after having Achilles surgery 3 weeks and 1 day ago.
He is one determined man. On crutches, with a throbbing foot in a big black boot, but oh man does he look good!
God definitely knows the plans for us and wants us to prosper, have a hope and a future. (Jeremiah 29:11)
Due to an Achilles injury and subsequent surgery 3 weeks ago, my husband cannot drive. He can’t walk far due to his crutches. He is dependent on others for many things – carrying coffee, cereal, the baby and doing basic “blue” jobs around the house.
We have decided to move our family of five to a furnished basement suite closer to his work because he is unable to commute the 60kms to work. I will be his chauffeur!
Today, he had the privilege of having a buddy drive him around for the morning. Thanks Kurt I don’t think I am meant to be a professional chauffeur, so I appreciated the break.
Today I am trying to be open!
Open to new possibilities with my family.
Open to new people and new places.
Open to moving my family of five 60 kilometers down the lake.
Last week, I had the most incredible moment of being open.
This thought gets me through today.
Today I want to cry, weep, pound my fists and dig my feet into my current soil.
Today I want to stay.
But last week I experienced the most glorious moment of openness. This moment propels me forward into the unknown.
Here was that moment:
Every morning I try to have a quiet time with My Father. To pray, write down what I am thankful for, to read His word and to know Him more. I love this time because it sets the tone for my day and makes more aware of certain things during the day. Last Thursday, I read a certain scripture and immediately a picture formed in my mind. (Take note, that I am not an artist nor a drawer, really my skill set is Kindergarten colouring!).
This is not the end of the story, though, because soon two little boys joined me at the table and share in the openness I received.
This all occurred before 7:30 in the morning. Not bad for a night hawk!
My middle son, CC, got out of bed because he heard “strange noises” from the bathroom.
Sorry to wake you honey, it is just Mama cleaning out the fridge!
Today’s treasure from the fridge: crumbs, dried lettuce, a very old cherry and one dead earwig!
I have never really “done my hair”. Yes, I have had it cut, coloured and styled at the hair dresser, but besides perhaps adding some sort of hair product and blow drying my hair and perhaps even combing it, that’s all folks!
A couple of weeks ago, I got my hair cut from a wonderfully beautiful and young hairdresser. She spent 3 hours on my hair. Yes, 3 hours! 3 whole hours to myself reading magazines, chatting and I even got a nice hot cloth to wipe my hands and some beautiful cream to put on afterwards. Anyways… so in those three hours, she cut, shampooed, dried, straightened and styled my hair.
Last Saturday night I was inspired, I decided to relive the teenage years that I had heard about, doing your hair on a Saturday night. I had spent my teenage years playing sports or watching a video with a big group of friends. Hair styling never.
This was a first for me. Enjoy the fun!
Hmmmm….
Hey, what is going on?
Oh my, what did I do? Back to the regular Saturday night programming!
My oldest did walk in at one point and say, “Mommy you look beautiful!”. Thanks darling.
I honour Remembrance Day.
Did you know that there is a little piece of Canada in France? Vimy Ridge is a Canadian Memorial above the Douai Plains. I have ran the trails through the battlefield park, as we lived about 10 kilometers from the park for about 8 months. From a runner’s perspective, the ridge is huge. I can now imagine why it took years to capture the ridge.
I didn’t not go into the preserved trenches. I was too afraid. As a six foot tall woman, I was afraid to get stuck down there! I ain’t no small fry!
Thank you for everyone who has served and serves our country abroad and at home, including policemen, firefighters, ambulance drivers etc.
Here is a permanent mural for Remembrance Day in our little town:
"Be" ENOUGH 