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Be a Gamer!

This post is for my Gamers: Danielle on 29th Cres., Angela in Edmonton and Rea in Spain!

Do you want to be a Gamer?

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In the past two years, I have played this game 4 times now! (Three times with groups of women and once on my own.)

I have learned about my food addictions, my habits (healthy and unhealthy), my love of exercise and my need for water and sleep.

Mostly, I have learned that I need a community of women, like an old-fashioned quilting bee, to have around to inspire and encourage me. Rea, Angela and Danielle have been these women for me. We have played the game twice together (almost!).

We have learned about each others flossing habits, run ins with rice pudding, setting goals, feeling less fluffy, how to post on facebook so that everyone doesn’t now you are smooching your husband, BB’q sardines, playing for money, what to do with leftover food, and RIP 60.

I have learned moderation with food and unhealthy habits and how to replace these things with healthy habits, exercise, sleep and water! I could talk about this game all day long! I love it!

Need a little inspiration in your life? Check out the book. GAME ON!

Be a Morning Person?

Anyone who knows me, knows that I am not a morning person. My pattern has been work late, exercise in the evening, sleep in when I can… and when I say sleep in, I mean til 10am or later.

The birth of 3 children aged 5, 3 and 1, have slowly lead me to become a morning person. I now regularly wake up between 5am and 6am, depending on which boss boy needs me.

Don’t tell any of my immediate family members, hence we might bring on a heart attack, but I actually enjoy my mornings now.

The boys and I eat breakfast, look out the window at the birds/snow/leaves, play some lego and we hangout together at our extra large borrowed Ikea table.

I even get a little bible study in, where I can read, reflect, pray and be thankful. What a way to start a day!

Be a Man with a “Crutch”

My hubby, Sexy Neck, tore his Achilles one week ago. He had surgery and is now recovering at home. He is a man with crutches. He cannot carry his coffee cup or his cereal bowl. He can’t put his foot on the ground. He can’t go pee without grabbing his crutches. He can’t shower nor do stairs easily.

Do you know what he has decided to do? Laugh. Yes, laugh! He is probably one of the wittiest people I know.

He laughs that he is officially “old” with his old man/weekend warrior injury.

He laughs because all he does all day is heal his connective tissue and grow facial hair (for Movember)!

He laughs because he moves from the couch to the bed and vice versa. When you ask what he did during the day, he will come up with some funny joke.

I laugh because he has decided to shave his head just because he wants something to do!

I think we should all be a person with a crutch who has time to hear their children’s many stories and give “fake” gold medals and flowers to their wives when they do the laundry or load the dishwasher.

I love you Sexy Neck in good times and in bad!

Be a Rocker!

I have had red short hair in Switzerland, blond long hair in Germany and now long, black hair in Canada.

I am calling this my rocker hair.

It reminds me of an amazing mother, woman, guitar player/singer named Rachelle van Zanten and her amazing locks of hair as she dances, sings, strums and works to save our environment!

Thanks for the inspiration Rachelle! http://www.rachellevanzanten.com/

Plus it covers up all the grey! Nice! Rock on…

Be a Bread Maker

I am not a baker nor a chef, really I am not much of a cook, but I can follow a recipe. I think that everyone, including myself, should learn how to bake bread.

There is nothing like kneading some dough, rolling it out, watching it miraculous rise then smell it cooking in the oven. This experience becomes wondrous with two little boys at my side!

We recently attempted a couple of loaves of whole spelt bread. My boys loved “kneading” (AKA crushing, pulling, smushing…) the bread. JC made a house and our middle one, CC, made a blob.

We ate a few pieces then observed their transformation into hockey pucks which made it into the garbage the next day.

My cousin’s husband at http://notsospanish.wordpress.com/ bakes bread for the family EVERY week, so I guess I will leave this task up to Sexy Neck.

We actually sent these delicious photos as Sexy Neck was sitting at the hospital waiting for surgery on his Achilles. Sorry honey, we forgot that you had to fast the whole day!

Be Sick, really, just be sick

My eldest son went down with the flu mid-October. Our “never-sick” middle one went down next, then baby OC was the last to get the flu. By the flu I am talking fevers, vomiting, in bed wanting Mama.

This flu, otherwise know as our first “Kindergarten Bug” has now affected me, Papa and Nana.

I think I told you earlier that I don’t do well when I am sick. Sickness brings in all sorts of issues that I don’t really want to deal with my “trying” to control things, my “perfectionism” and not wanting to have to ask for help. Sickness, for me, also brings into a time to go deeper into myself by having lots of time to lie around on the couch (sometimes in a fever-induced fog, but most times there are moments of sanity)

First, I wanted to let you know that I am still here. These are the “whites of my eyes” as my mom and dad would often say when they would try to wake me up in the morning.

Second, here is a photo of the current concoction of medicines that our family is currently taking. And I am a naturopathic-loving, mid-wife birthing, nature hugging woman who is pretty careful at what she puts into her body.

Third, what am I learning this sickness: slow down, don’t do too much, enjoy the faces of my family and bring in those people around me who encourage/enrich my life, pray often and out loud and trust God. He is the author of all things!

And again, Be a human being, not a human doing! Just be enough Joanna!

Be a Papa

My dad is the best!

He really tries to help and empathizes completely with me trying to do errands with three young boys. He will stop over and say, “Do you have anything you need to get done? Why don’t you pop out for awhile and I will hangout with the boys?” I don’t even hesitate I grab my wallet and I am off to do 18 things in the next 60 minutes!

Yesterday I came home from an afternoon of marathon errand running and I found the house completely silent with 3 boys napping and perhaps even one Papa napping!

He will always just say, “I was just resting my eyes!”.

Love you Papa and Nana.

P.S. This week he even changed a few dirty diapers and cleaned up some vomit. More on that tomorrow!

Be a Wrestler

When you have 3 boys aged 5, 3 and 1, you need to come up with creative strategies to deal with the physical “combative” behavior that sometimes often comes out. My boys love to climb, build, run, bike, ski… they love to move!

We have recently moved into a stage when our one year old, OC, can get into everything. The big boys do their best to “move” him to safer areas, but sometimes it turns into a wrestling match. Let me rewrite that sentence: The big boys see their younger brother moving into their space and they try to wrestle/tackle him.

Last Sunday night, Sexy Neck and I decided that we needed to institute a formal wrestling time. Here is how it works:

Every night after dinner, each of the big boys gets to wrestle with daddy on the carpeted hardwood floor. Each person can wrestle for 2 minutes for 2 rounds. The person not wrestling must wait on the “bench” (bed). They can no longer wrestle each other or their baby brother during the day – whew! I LOVE THIS!

Two nights later I was at bible study, and my favourite DVD bible teacher, Beth Moore, talked about wrestling (isn’t God wild!). My understanding of what she said is the wrestling that Jacob did in the book of Genesis (check it out in the bible) involved a physical intimacy between Jacob and the angel. Jacob was getting the Holy Spirit all over him! I felt that God was giving us confirmation that we are on track with our evening wrestling time with the boys!

Everyone loves it! Look at that smile!