My kindergartener came home yesterday and insisted that CC put on the same t-shirt as him, then started yelling out “1, 2, 3 BFF unite!”.

 I asked him who he was playing with at lunch today and he responded, “Paige!”  Yes, I guessed that.    

When daddy arrived home two hours later, the boys were still chanting, “1, 2, 3, BFF unite!” 

Sexy Neck worked with the boys to change it to “Best Brothers Forever!” and they were off.

This is our prayer and dream for our boys, that they will be three strands of leather, intertwined, flexible, but never to be broken.  “BBF’s unite!”


Our middle guy walking by the outdoor hockey rink to preschool with his baby brother. 

(3 years old and 18 months old) 

Be Remembering

I remember running in fear to and from the stop sign,

searching, looking for the boogie man.

I remember monsters lurking under my bed and around every

corner and in every closet.

I remember fire, falling and blindness in my dreams,

sometimes I still remember those.

I remember being trapped in a bin, outside the house,

in closets, in darkness.

I remember being shut out, turned from, not listened to,

I ran away alone.

I remember sleepovers I didn’t want to be at,

many I came home from.

I remember feelings of discomfort, judgement, inability to live up to expectations,

oh ya, I still have those.

I remember fearing alcohol, the effect on my body and others.

I remember preaching abstinence from it.

NOW I know in my body the light,

I remember God’s light shining in my basement bedroom in 1995,

I remember God’s love, His acceptance, His peace, His kindness, His grace.

I remember His ways are not my ways.  Everything doesn’t have to make sense.

I remember God is who He says He is in the bible, in nature, in wise people around me.

I remember the fragrance of heaven surrounding me.

I remember to trust, let go of performance and to REST.

I remember the FoRest, by the pond where God meets me.

I remember His word is alive and active in ME… yup me.

I remember to swing and to allow God to push me.  Swing Joanna!

I remember that I will be healed in 2013.  Glory, Hallelujah.  Thank you Jesus.

My Favourite Song to end off this post:

Be a Neighbour

I am in shock that someone could make a homemade bomb to hurt citizens, athletes, and spectators at the Boston Marathon.  I doesn’t make sense.  It is cruel, hurtful and evil.  I am in despair and I feel very sad.

What can I do? How can I help?

I feel hopeless, but then I realize that there are people all around me.  People hurting, people needing support and I know that I can do only one thing in this moment of sadness:

I can be a neighbour.

I believe in my heart that if we really knew our neighbours, our world would be a better place.  If we took the time to really LOVE and understand our neighbours.  If we took the time to listen and care, we would not have so many human beings that feel so disconnected from each other.  Many people willing to kill each other.

In my despair, I stand on my soapbox and ask, could be a neighbour?


Our neighbour pumpkin carving night! 

Here is what being a neighbour means to our family, on our street, in our small town:

  • Give your neighbours your phone number. (Once you get to know them.)
  • Lend them things – we tend to lend out a ton of baby/kids stuff.  Imagine that!
  • Borrow things from them – ask for some milk or a couple of eggs
  • Get to know your neighbours.  We know everyone on our block as well as their parents, grandchildren and a few aunts and uncles.
  • Ask the neighbourhood kids to walk your dog or take care of the lawn.  It gives them purpose and value.  (If they don’t accept, don’t worry.  Keep asking!)
  • Drop off some cookies or a candy bar or a pizza if you know someone in the neighbourhood is sick.  Nothing fancy, just something from your family.
  • Celebrate special events: I know people do block parties (we aren’t that fancy), but we do have card nights, BBQ’s and I have even hosted a yoga class in my living room.
  • And our personal favourite for our street: If someone walks down the road, say hello and smile.  Simple and sweet!

I think being a neighbour also involves someone being in the home during the day.  I think if more families had a parent at home (at least part time), many of our North American problems would disappear.  Perhaps even huge bombing (and future bombings and shootings ) like the Boston Marathon Tragedy could have been prevented.

Be A Worker

I live with three little men and one big one.

I am immersed with strange noises, tree climbing and nightly wrestling sessions on a daily basis.

I haven’t quite figured this whole ‘boy’ thing out yet, but I read a ton of books about boys and spend many hours observing my blessed, interesting, little men.

This morning was a light bulb moment.

My men love to WORK.

If there is a job to be done, it is done. If there is wood to be moved it is carried together while singing. If a machine is being worked on, my little men are there.

Amazing! I love my little workers! Well done this morning boys!



Be A Scooper

It is Taco Tuesday at our house!  What are you having for dinner?

Sexy Neck is at work so the meal has to be simple.  We usually have tacos on Tuesday, but when daddy is away it becomes DIY dinner.

It is a simple meal that the boys can make themselves: Scoops, meat and beans that I have cooked earlier in the day with salsa, add some cheese and avocado.  Put in the oven at 350 degrees for 5 minutes.  Add some fresh veggies and humous.  Viola c’est fini.




Be Brilliant with Bags

Do you often look at an idea and wonder “Why didn’t I think of that!”

We have family visiting this weekend to celebrate our oldest sixth (yikes!) birthday as well as Sexy Neck’s brother’s birthday all on the same day.

Steve’s brother and his wife arrived with their two children, bikes and clothing. I didn’t know how they all fit!

Now I do! These two brilliant, creative people didn’t use suitcases.
Why not? They used flexible, compact, squishable grocery bags.



Awesome! I am stealing this idea.

One bag per person and still room for the cheesies stashed up front.

Also, I have to say thanks to Sexy Neck for another amazing chalk birthday mural. Checkout one of my first posts called Be A Man on September 27th.


Be A Morning Person

I am sorry folks, but I am not a morning person.

I almost flunked Psychology 100 because it was an 8am class. Studying by sleeping with the textbook under my pillow might have been another reason. (Boys, don’t try this. It does not help you absorb the information.)

Before children, I used to sleep til noon on the weekends. As a teenager, it was usually early afternoon before I awoke. When Sexy Neck and I lived in a small French town, the grocery store would close between noon and 2pm. Most days, the crazy Canadians could be seen sprinting to the grocery store before it closed at noon for a fresh baguette or some milk.

Since having children, I have been blessed. All three of my boys wake up happy, singing, chatting, cuddling.

This morning, as I breastfed our youngest in a sleepy stupor, our oldest popped up beside the bed with this drawing:


Wow! First, who would get up and immediately start drawing? Second, how did this nighthawk, grumpy morning person Mama get so lucky to have so much love at 6:30am.

Be Celebrating Easter

My boys love traditions. Taco Tuesdays. Pizza Friday. Hugs when we say hello and goodbye.  Special songs with sing with friends.  Stickers and stamps at the end of library storytime and gymnastics.

The boys look forward to balloons and a homemade cake on their birthday.

They talk about their Halloween costumes for about eleven months.

They LOVE our real Christmas tree, homemade stockings and all the presents celebrating Jesus’ birthday.

I may be wrong, but I think my boys enjoy Easter traditions the best. The decorating of eggs, hunting for chocolates (running around outside!), being in church with all their close friends and dinner with Nana and Papa is very exciting for them.

What do you think  your child’s favourite family tradition is?


2013 0122013 036IMG_1386[1](JC’s latest creation.  Jesus has risen and provided a bridge for us to meet God!)