Tuesday, March 22, 2011

The Happiest Place On Earth

Or not. You be the judge.

Smiley

Judging by my smile, yes, indeed it is. Or the dorkiest. Same difference?

God Bless the USA

Sunny Florida, oh how I see myself wintering here when I retire. Or next year.

I am proudly Canadian but darn it if Canada isn't synonymous with Old Man Winter.

Sea World had an Arctic Exhibit. It will come as no surprise to you that we felt right at home. In fact, they may have invited us to become part of the display.

We declined.

It was cold in there.

Daisy

Check out Kamden's wink. I think that's what he is doing anyway. We'll go with that.

McQueen!

So these two here are aged 6.5 and 9.5 years old respectively. Perfect age to tackle Disney World with all it's rides, adventurous and not so adventurous, right?

Mexico Baby!

Here's the tally so far:

Everest Adventure Roller Coaster - Kamden only, nay. The Yeti shadow scared him and he didn't like the fast parts. So, um, the whole ride then? Fail.

Journey to Atlantis water ride at Sea World - they didn't like the fall and the water. Right, so the whole ride again, pefect. FAIL.

What did they like then you might ask?

A ridiculously cheesy boat ride (my Grandma drove faster) in the Mexican Pavilion at Epcot. With cartoons of Donald Duck. He's totally Mexican, right?

Epcot Fireworks

Oh and the fireworks were too loud too, just in case you were wondering.

Pool days at the ridiculous fabulous house we rented, roaring success, Disney rides, fail.

Turns out we could have avoided shelling out for Disney tickets, who knew?

Just to be clear, we are having a great time, however, Disney and the happiest place on earth is not the center of it all. Thank goodness we opted for the house rental!

Stay tuned for the next episode, Magic Kingdom, the one where we avoid Splash Mountain like the plague.

Monday, February 28, 2011

Miss me? Tales of a lost Tooth and a Dimple

Where does the time go?

I have been a busy beaver. Turns out working for a living takes up my spare time. Who knew?

Seriously though, I was away the last three weekends in a row for work which was fun, challenging (I had to present in front of 40 or more people....gulp, and I did and it was fun), and generally exhausting.

I got home early this morning (1 am UGH) and was very happy to crawl into my own bed.

This morning at breakfast, Kamden lost the front tooth that has been hanging on forEVER. I was really happy I didn't miss it!


Look Ma, no tooth!

I didn't really think it was possible, but he is cuter.


Toothless Nut


But still the same old twerp we know and love.


Dimple

This guy too. That dimple is something, ain't it?

Tuesday, February 08, 2011

Down a Life, or Three

Our Saturday was typical. My parents were in town to watch Kamden play soccer the night before and left just after lunch.

It was a beautiful day and Jack and Kamden had energy to burn so I told them to go outside and play. Lord knows we get a handful of winter days where it's not so cold you lose appendages in minutes. It's a simple situation of enjoying them when you can. And by you, I mean them. Not me. Double standard? Damn straight.

Kamden took the bait. Jack, well he takes after me. Nothing short of a threat to his life will make him venture out.

I asked Kamden if he would walk down to the end of the street to get the mail. He said he couldn't do it by himself.

No worries said Jay, he will go along with him.

Kamden is ready before Jay and heads outside.

This is not big deal. He is 6 and half years old. He knows the rules. He stays in the yard, off the street, yadda yadda.

Jay gets dressed and I hear him say he can't find the mail key. I yell that it likely fell somewhere - it is small and constantly getting lost. He takes my keys which have a second mail key.

A few minutes later, as I am dusting the living room (annual event! there were balloons and everything!) I see Jay standing on the sidewalk looking perplexed. He mouths he can't find Kamden.

I run to the front door (side actually if you want to be technical) and open it. He can't find him. I throw on my coat and a pair of shoes (boots, flip flops? who knows by this point?) and run out.

We. can't. find. him. anywhere.

He is not in the front yard. He is not in the back yard. There was fresh snow but I could not see foot prints.

It may have been 2 minutes. It felt like 20 hours.

We run into the house and yell. We yell outside.

He is no where.

I am using my I am freaking right the hell out here and can't stop panicking voice (you should hear it, it's nothing short of awesome).

I check everywhere I can think of. So does Jay.

Finally Jay runs down the street. There is Kamden at the damn mailbox. Which, for the record we cannot see from our house because the street curves. Apparently we also very swift that it took us that long to clue in to look there. In our defense, he usually means what he says. He said he wasn't going so I presumed he didn't.

I am down at least three lives. And also, we now know where the mail key was. Detectives, we are not.

I know the terror that parents feel when the possibility that one of their children is gone forever feels. It was literally 2 minutes and I kept thinking, here it is, the moment that will forever change my life. The moment in time that will split my life into two parts. Before and after.

Yet despite that, fully expecting him to pop up at any moment. I have the privilege of knowing the relief of finding him. So many parents never know that relief.

To say I am grateful is an understatement.

Mental note, just because he says he isn't going to do something, doesn't mean he won't.

Snow, snow and more snow

After he was found, he and Jay build a snowman. It was so warm he decided he had to pose in his T-shirt. And I let him. Wonders never cease.

Also, notice the level of the snow compared to the car. We have had a LOT of snow here in Saskabush.

Snowman!

God I love this kid. Plain and simply, I cannot imagine life without him.

Homework

Completely unrelated! Practicing his speech. He, apparently, has a lisp. I, personally, think it is part of his charm.

Homework

Jack was doing some homework on the computer while all this was going down. He started running around the house yelling for Kamden too.

Then after he says, he wasn't worried at all. Uh huh, sure buddy, whatever you say.

To state the obvious, I gave Kamden a little further instruction on telling us if he is going somewhere before he leaves. Explaining that Mommy gets a tad bit worried when I don't know where he is.

Mommy can only handle one heart failure a year. Max.

Wednesday, February 02, 2011

Red

It is only the second week of me attempting to participate in You Capture and I already thought I might not be able to make it. We don't have a lot of red in our house but amazingly enough, I found some if I looked hard enough.

Dumpy



I painted this for Jack when he was about 4 or 5. He loved trucks when he was younger and this is Dumpy, a character from a book he loved at that age.

I thought this accountant with all her creativity housed in her left pinkie toenail had done pretty good. The lady at the framing store, however, had a different opinion.

She asked if Jack had painted it.

In hindsight, I kind of see her point.

Boys

Jack's curtains. I am almost positive he will be asking to replace these any day now. They were perfect for him when he was little though.

Roses

The blanket that we snuggle under every morning when we call Jay to say good morning. It reminds me of my Auntie Vicki. It was a wedding gift from her and I love it still.

Hockey


The nets that adorn our living room. Our Kamo is a sports addict and spends many an hour playing hockey and soccer with himself.

He is now asking when he can play hockey. Gulp.

My Addiction

And the book I am currently reading awaiting my 3rd cup of tea for the day. Me and the library are like this. Reading is one of my favourite pastimes.

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Friday, January 28, 2011

The TV That Temporarily Came To Be

My husband had a dream. This guy who asks for so little that is materialistic. But this he wanted.

A flat screen TV of the ginormous size.

He hummed and hawed. For years.

This Fall I told him to go and buy it already for the love of Pete.

One day, a few weeks later, he calls me from Best Buy telling me to bring the van.

He finally made a decision!

We set it up - which given we have a fake fire place brick wall for a TV holder was no small feat (don't ask!) - and enjoyed it.

Until today.

Around 2pm this afternoon I was working away in my office while the boys played in the family room just outside my door. No school today - they pretty much get every second Friday off. I am pretty sure the school board is training them to be government employees.

So Kamden comes in and asks me to come look at the TV. I find this odd since it wasn't on but go to investigate.

I see this.


TV

Should we look a little closer?


TV FAIL

Apparently, a plastic connector to one of their foam fort sets when flying through the air. Accidentally.

Somehow, I was very calm. Shock probably. I didn't even yell once. I did, however, try to turn it on.

It fizzled. Loudly. No picture.

Quickly, I turned it off and as I wandered back into my office (the shock again) muttered, "Way to go boys, you just wrecked a $1,000 TV."

Guess who's college funds are going to be a little (a lot) leaner in the very near future?

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Happy

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I have seen other blogger participate in this weekly You Capture thing and last week I said, for goodness sake you want to blog and you want to practice using your camera so why for the love of all that is holy and good in the world are you not participating?

(it's scary in my head, people, with a capital S)

So here I am, giving it a go. This week's theme is happy.

Lego

Saturday morning Lego that does not involve any need for me to "help", aka build the whole thing myself while they watch. Happy? Definitely.

Lego

See above. See me? That's right, you don't. Happy? Damn straight.

Railing, FAIL

Kamden's crazy face? Um, yeah, that would be makes me happy for $1,000 Alex.

And the railing FAIL, also makes me happy. Time for a new wrought iron one!

Living in our Room

My photography, hanging in my living room, making me smile (as long as it makes me happy, it is a worthy hobby).

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And this one, from June 2006, is just for fun - that is Kamden eating a sandwich as big as his head at age 2 on a picnic. Oh the memories of sweet little boys!

That was kind of fun, maybe I will try it again next week too!

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

What Kind of Mother Are You?

The keyboard

I read this article some time last week when someone linked to it on Facebook about Why Chinese Mothers Are Superior or some such statement.

How could I not read that?

Go on, you know you want to read it.

At first I was horrified. I couldn't believe what I was reading. I could picture the scene at the piano, going over and over the same piece. The yelling. The belittling.

I felt sick that this woman was defending this type of parenting.

Then she made her point. Her daughter was so happy when she finally could play the piece. It was fun.

And I thought, huh, okay, maybe it is not so bad.

But.

Then I started considering some of the ideals she upheld. No TV. No video games. No point in doing something unless you are the best.

Hmmm. So no fun allowed then?

And what if you are pushing your child to be the best at something even though it is not something they would ever choose.

How does a child know what they want to do? This is highly influenced by their parents, I would argue. You can't tell me that girl cared a whit if she was that good at playing the piano. No, what she cared about was making her mother stop yelling.

I am simplifying it highly but my point is that perhaps that style of parenting creates adults who can play Carnegie Hall. So what?

What does that accomplish in the grand scheme of life?

Is that the most fulfilling thing that person will ever do?

I really and truly hope not.

My goal has, and always will be, to teach my children how to find that place in life where they are happy and fulfilled.

And my gut tells me forcing them to be the best piano player or soccer player will sabatoge that goal beyond belief.

So I choose to be less superior.

And I am okay with that. More than words can say.