Cheater = Momma

I am a cheater.

I am so sorry.

Please forgive me.

I am combining two posts into one.

Because I am busy.

And strapped for time.

So for my Days of Summer-3 and Wordful Wednesday posts, please accept this picture.

And say a big "Ahhhh"

Because summer is so fabulous.

Add in some chocolate...

and a girly alcoholic beverage.

Makes you kinda happy to be alive doesn't it?

Me too.

NotMeMonday

It is Monday.
Again.
Life is just going by too fast I tell ya.

So lets just get right to it before my life flashes before my eyes and I turn 60.

I have not had tummy issues all weekend and made sure that a bathroom is close by at all times. My tummy is made of steel and can handle any amount of "virus germs" being passed through my house.

No problem.

While sitting on the toilet for the umpteenth time I am not secretly happy about it because I may lose a bit of weight. That would occur in the mind of a sick, sick individual....and I am not sick.

In the head.

I am not addicted to the game Bejeweled Blitz on Facebook. I have not played so much that I have been dreaming about it. And I most certainly have not emailed all of my friends to find out the "secret" to their high scores. I have a life. I have more important things to do with my time, like parent my children.

I did not let oldest child go to bed with his clothes on because I didn't feel like arguing about it.

I know when to pick my battles and that is not one of them.

This is not snow in June. Honest.

It is actually willow tree fluff. Really.

And I did not take this picture because I thought it was cute only to find out afterwards that middle child looks like he is urinating. He isnt.

I secretly do not cringe every time my daughter dances to Bluegrass music. It does not bother me one bit. Nope...not at all. I am open minded and non judgemental. She can like any kind of music she chooses and I will love her just the same.

While checking out at Walmart the other day and noticing people laughing at Princess and myself, I did not look over at Princess to discover that she was sucking on a banana. She wouldnt do such a thing. Really. And I would never, ever join in on the laughter because I do not have a sick, sick mind like the other women who shop there.

I am not the kind of mother who locks her children out of the house to get a few minutes of peace and quiet.

And last but not least, I do not get my boys to sing the song "Single Ladies" at least 27 times a day because they call it "Symbolize". That is not the cutest thing ever and I do not laugh so much I have tears in my eyes.

Nope.

Not me.

Sunday Citar

Too often we give our children answers to remember rather than problems to solve.
-Roger Lewin

Princess had a few problems. She could not reach a toy. And she wanted so hard to get up into this chair. I could have been the kind of mom who passed her the toy or lifted her up into the chair. But I didnt. I let her figure it out herself.

Call me mean.

Call me lazy.

Or call me a mom who wants her children to figure things out themselves and not always depend on others.

Yes, she is only 14 months old.

So I am starting early.

Welcome to my......

Boudoir.
Sleeping quarters.
Love nest.
Chambre.
Bedroom.
Master Bedroom that is.

It is a work in progress.

And will be finished in approximately 11 years.

Because that is usually how long it takes me to have rooms exactly the way I like them.

And then the trends change.

I can never be happy.

This is our ginormous engagement picture behind our entrance doorway.

It is there because it is huge.

And we are not narcissistic people who enjoy having large pictures of ourselves displayed throughout our home.

Not naming names.

Paris Hilton.

It is signed by all of our guests at our wedding.

This is the view from the door.

It is a large room.

Very large.

So large I am having trouble filling it with nice cozy things.

I need an area rug.

But cannot find one that I like.

And is less than $1000.

These are the doors looking out onto the deck and back field.
And these are all of the windows and doors.

Yes there are alot.

Yes it was expensive to purchase window coverings for them.

I am still looking for curtains.

Tall dresser.

Decorated with a sunset picture by our oldest son.

And my favourite picture of hubby and I on our honeymoon.

And fake plant.

Another dresser.

It holds my pj's and undergarments just in case you were wondering.

View from our bed.

Ginormous TV.

Stereo and speakers from the 1990's.

One day we will get with the times and downsize.

Crown moulding.

LOVE this.

And I have saved the best for last.

Our closet.

It is a room on it's own.

I know I know.

You can come visit it anytime you want.

We can just sit in it.

And be giddy.

I do every day.

Messy Room

HELP ME!
My children are messy and I don't know what to do.
Except throw every single object out of my house, so they can live on the floor with a potty and blanket.
But that would be wrong.
Their room gets cleaned up, and 2 hours later, looks like a tornado hit it.

I step on Hot Wheels, Lego and crayons.

I trip over blankets and stuffed animals.

Clothes are thrown anywhere so I do not know what is dirty and what has been thrown on the floor clean because they changed their mind before putting it on.

Are your children messy? Please tell me I am not the only one living like this.

Do they clean their room regularly?

Do you reward them?

Or do you let them live in their filth?

Favourite Pics Series

I am in the mood to share my favourite pictures of all time.

Big huh?

Yesiree, it is.

So here is the first of many to come.

My father.

And me.

On my wedding day.

Almost 9 years ago.

After we walked down the aisle.

To my future husband.

I was thinking "Thanks Dad. For everything."

I think he was thinking "Get me the heck outta here. I hate when people are looking at me. This wedding stuff is more stressful than a root canal."

But I am just guessing.






Hosted by Cecily and MamaGeek

Help Wanted

Tantrum Diffuser/Behaviour Therapist/Tantrum Putter-Outer

• Required to work 7 days a week


• 24 hours a day


• Must be willing to be on call at all times and must be able to come to tantrum-ing child wherever he/she may be


• Skills required-patience, good communication skills with young children, consistency, kind, loving demeanor at all times


• Duties include-diffusing tantrums in 5 year old boys who don't get gum at the grocery store, toys at any place that sells toys and trampolines at Walmart. It would also be beneficial if you have experience dealing with 7 year olds who have an attitude and use bad language on occasion. And.... 14 month old girls who enjoy eating anything and freak out when it is taken away.


• Pay cannot be negotiated because I don't have any money to give you, but maybe a chocolate bar every once in awhile. And a pat on the back. And a thank you.


• Anything you can do to keep my children in line will be much appreciated.


• Because Momma is tired

And because I am such a wonderful kiss butt student I have a few interviews to share that I have done in the past. I tried to do another one but my children had no interest and let me know how horrible I am at it.

One day they will regret saying that because I am the next Katie Couric/ Baba Wawa (aka Barbara Walters). Look out network news. Momma will be applying to your Help Wanted ads soon.

Anyways, here are a few interviews I have done in the past.

With Messy.

With Studley.

Enjoy.

Moments

I love capturing moments.
The small ones.
That mean so much.

Boys and Things with Motors

Who? My boys.
What? Anything with a motor. Anything with a motor that is big and/or fast.
Where? Anywhere. Including television, magazines and toys. But the real thing is better.
When? From the moment they wake up until they go to sleep.
Why? Because they are boys who are just like their father.

* No this is not my hubby on the bike, but he did have one or two in his younger pre-children days. He also had snowmobiles and fast cars. He now has big powerful trucks and many tractors

Click on the button below for more WW

AND

Go to 5 Minutes for Mom for even more.

I know you have nothing better to do.

Days of Summer-2

If you are a loyal reader, then you know that I love colour.

And I love flowers.

And I love you.

But anyways........

Summer is full of colour and I cannot help myself when I walk past a blooming flower.....or weed.

I have to take a picture of it.

It makes me happy to be alive.

As well as the smell of chocolate.

But anyways.......


So today on this second (very, very hot) day of summer I give you a picture straight out of my grandmother's flower garden.

Because it is full of colour.

It is a blooming flower.

It makes me happy to be alive.

And it is my grandmas.

Enough said.

Now go on over to see Fresh Mommy. The creator of this wonderful series.

I love her too.

And I even told her.

Days of Summer-1

Fresh Mommy is brilliant. In my next life I want to come back as her but since she already exists, I want to come back as someone very much like her.

She takes the most "awesomest" pictures I have ever seen and I try my hardest to copy get my inspiration from her.

I want to be Fresh Mommy's friend.
I want to hang out with her.
Take pictures with her.
But I know hers will always be better.

And I already have a confidence issue.

This past winter I looked forward to her Days of Winter posts and she has just now started a summer series.


Yippeeeee!!!!

Once again, I am copying getting my inspiration from her.



But this time she invited people to join so I don't feel one bit guilty.



Here is my first picture of my Days of Summer series.



Yesterday was the first day of summer.

I live in Canada.

It takes awhile for large bodies of water to be warm enough to swim in, so we did this instead.


Hopefully in the next few weeks we will be able to get more than just our feet wet.

Sunday Citar-Fathers.

I have a father.



I have a grandfather.

My husband is a father.

They are all great men.

And I consider myself extremely lucky to be a part of two of them.

I consider myself blessed to have three children with the other one.

One day our two sons will be men. Hopefully they will be Fathers one day.

Because if they are anything like the Fathers they grow up with, they will be loved. And cherished. And appreciated.

And on this day I remember all of the fathers that are no longer with us and know that they are looking down with smiles.

Because they are still loved. Still cherished. Still appreciated.

So on this Fathers Day, I leave you with this quote. One of my favourites.





He didn't tell me how to live; he lived, and let me watch him do it.
Clarence Budington Kelland