My boys are the most creative and sometimes daring people I know. They can turn a piece of bread into a car at one years old (JC), a small push car into a flying projectile (CC) and a puppy dog into a pillow (OC).
Today the creativity went to new heights. The boys turned a goalie pads into a jet pack and wings. Here is the clincher, they had to do it while naked! Why men why? Please explain this to me.
I tried to take a photo without the private parts! I hope I don’t offend anyone… at least they didn’t ask to use the old crib mattress for a sled on the stairs today!
I am a jock, not a musician (I do make a joyful noise when I sing!), and I am definitely not an artist, but there is something that needs to be said about putting a paint brush and some paint onto something.
This weekend, I painted 7 outside doors on our house. Yes, imagine that we have 7 outside doors (we actually have 9) and I managed to paint two coats on all of them. None of the children were injured, nor was sexy neck thank you very much. (But do check post called “Be flexible”)
Oh what a feeling getting that paint onto those doors. Especially after I picked out and painted the front door purple! YUP purple. Check out the pic: Doesn’t that look great! Even the neighbours and their daughter-in-law like it and they are the ones that need to stare at it all the time. Thanks sexy neck for giving me the time to play with a paint brush! I loved it!!
I think we all need a “job”… even our dog needs a job!
Here is one of her many jobs: cleaning up the shrapnel from the baby in the high chair! I haven’t had to mop for weeks!
Oliver is a beautiful 3rd child in a busy household – mom’s a doctor, dad’s a teacher plus 2 older siblings under 10 years old. YIKES! Little Oliver is working on being fffffff… I guessed friendly, but nope it is flexible. He is learning to share his favourite swing with his siblings. Share his trampoline with my son and his new cat Tiger. He is learning to be flexible. Oliver, good skill to learn. I think I am still learning it too! Yesterday my boys pulled out their cross country skiis with their dad. (I didn’t say a word!) Today, my youngest decided to help in the kitchen… Thanks for keeping me flexible boys!
I am meeting quite a few new women in my life through taking my son to kindergarten, my middle one going to preschool and my youngest one hanging around town with me at the coffee shop, library etc. I am always surprised at how many working mom’s now call daycare “preschool”. Let’s be clear ladies, preschool and daycare are not the same things. Let’s not judge each other’s choices, but let’s please be clear! Preschool is a part day program to help children get ready for school. Daycare is care during the day. Be confident in your decision to stay home or to go to work.
Here is All Saints Nursery School – the best preschool in town. But why is it called a nursery school?
My man is a man! I mean truly a man. He is the leader of our family and I respect him immensely. He is an idea guy, an athlete, a play-by ear guitarist, a hardworker, an amazing father and a loving husband! I believe that he can do anything he sets his mind to! So often I help him set his mind to things. tee heee… The one thing that I always love him to do is to write on our entry chalkboard to honour our boys birthdays. Here are 2 of daddy chalkboard signs this year:
Thanks hon, for being a man!
As a mom, there is always, always something “to do”. I decided a long time ago that I didn’t want to be a human “doing”, but a human being. Now I set goals for myself. I just write it on the calendar and go for it. Anything that I don’t get done, just carries over to the next month.
As a family, we also set 5 year goals and one year goals, usually in January. We realize that time can just slip by. Man mantra these days with a 5, 3 and 1 year old is “The days are sometimes long, but the years are short!”
For example, we know that in 2013, we have to redo our roof as well we want to go and visit special friends in San Francisco and Williams Lake. We have also started saving to take our whole family to Europe in 4 years. If we don’t plan for it, we probably won’t do it! It helps me to be organized!
I am going to be okay. I am going to be okay. No matter what the MIR says or when I get it done, I am going to be okay!
OK! I better catch you up to speed. Since September 2009, I have been experiencing tingling, numbness in my left leg, left arm, right chin, cheek and eye and now the left side of my abdomin. I saw a neurologist today. He wants to rule out Multiple Sclerosis. He wants to do a MIR. If I go with the public system, I will wait one YEAR. If we spend $1800 and go with the private system, I will wait one WEEK. Hmmmm…
But no matter what we chose to do, I know that I will BE OK! Maybe a little pissed at the beginning because I know that strain it will put on my family…
BUT, we went for the private MRI and I am ‘okay’. I still experience numbness and tingling, but apparently I can ‘be enough’!
Sometimes I want it to be all about me! Me! Me! Me! Me!
Most days, I realize that as the President of the family (more on this later), I need to look at my family and do a few things for them, like cook, do laundry, make sure the dogs are fed and oh ya, the worms. I forget to introduce you to the worms in our basement that eat all our compost.
Anyways, my husband, let’s call him sexy neck, had the midnight to 3am shift with our poor little teething 11 month old. I knew that Sexy Neck wasn’t going to have alot of energy today. So, I arranged for the family to go down to the Beach/Park so that Sexy Neck could do a training swim for his triathlon. (I signed him up for the triathlon because for the last 10 years he has been talking about doing one, so I took the iniative and he has been loving it.) Poor teething CW, had a nap in the stroller and our 3 year old, JC, was able to play at the fabulous Purple Park Playground.
Now, I get to see old Sexy Neck in a wetsuit, doing something that he has always wanted to do and loving it!
Today, I decided to be a cheerleader and I think we all feel better for it. Well, except for little CW and his poor teeth.
Welcome to the inaugural post for “Be Enough” blog. I am a stay-at-home mom by choice and teacher by trade. As a reformed type “A”er, I know that I need to live each day and just “be enough” for my husband, my sons, our dogs, my family and friends.
I can’t be everything, but I can “be enough”.
Here is a game of peek-a-boo that I played with my 11 month old son CW today.
Just keep being enough JJ. You “cann” do it.