January 31, 2004.

I love you because you roll up your pants and think it is cool to wear belts.
I love you because you think Zoodles taste better than Scarios.
I love you because you think it is ok to have three bowls of Lucky Charms for lunch.
And dinner.
I love you because you tell your sister how pretty she is when she is wearing a funny outfit.
I love you because you shake Papa's hand when saying goodbye.

I love you because you are eager to help do jobs around the house....for a price.
I love you because you love to read.
I love you because you are almost as stubborn as your Momma.
I love you because you love to argue....just like your Momma.

I love you because you think it is cool to dance and sing.
I love you because you still drop your drawers and pee outside when you have to go really bad.
I love you because you are you.
Dont ever change for anyone because you are perfect just the way you are.

Happy 7th Birthday to my Prince!

Boy Stuff with a Girl.

My boys
like big toys

Big toys
that make alot of noise

Momma does not enjoy big toys
that make alot of noise

But she suffered through the loud noise
because she loves her boys

The End



Go welcome Cecily back!!!!!!

Now Accepting Applications for the Jiggly Runners Club.

I have started running.
It is OK to laugh. I laugh at myself all of the time.
I have been going to the gym, but I am bored and felt I wasn't working myself hard enough.
So I had the brilliant idea to drive to the local recreation complex and run the track.

I ran/walked 5 miles the first night.

And havent walked normally since.

But I am determined.
I am determined to become a runner.
Because they have bodies like this.



And I want that body.

But as I run, I see my reflection in the windows and notice things.
Jiggly tummy.
Jiggly boobs.
Jiggly thighs.

I am nowhere near the way I want to look and once again feel like I am left out of the "Cool Club".
I want to be a part of the "Cool Runners Club".
I don't want jiggly parts anymore.

But my legs hurt.
And my feet ache.
And I like to eat.

Is there such a club known as the "Cool Jiggly Runners Club"?
I think I could be President.


This post was loosely inspired by MamaKat and her wonderful weekly prompts. I bet she doesnt have jiggly parts.

Parenting. And the fine line between hovering and teaching.

I let my {older} kids pick out their own clothing every day
Except when we are going somewhere special

I also let them brush their teeth
And style their hair the way they want

I don't mind when my kids want to decorate their room the way they choose

I allow my children to watch television
And play on the computer

And I have even let them use the word "friggin" without saying anything about manners and appropriate-ness.

I say it is OK when my kids want to participate in an activity that might be considered dangerous

I let them get hurt
And comfort them when they do

I let my children eat junk food

I don't care when they tell me they have girlfriends.
Even though I think I am the only girlfriend they should have.
Forever.

I do not allow my children to see my fears...out of fear that they might fear something because Mommy does

I don't mind if they go away for a week to spend time with family members
Because I feel it is important for them to create meaningful relationships with other {loving} adults away from their parents.

I love it when my kids have hobbies that they choose...and love.

I allow my children to make their own decisions
And I also allow them to deal with the consequences if things don't turn out the way they expected.

Because I want my children to grow up to be independent, respectful, well mannered human beings who aren't afraid to make their own decisions.

And thrive when there are problems to solve and goals to accomplish without looking to Mom and Dad to figure it out for them.

I also want them to appreciate that Mom and Dad let them make their own choices...even when they didn't agree..

...like when they went to school with ripped brown pants and a too small blue shirt, because they thought it looked cool.

Snippets

*One of our hermit crabs died. Probably a few days ago but we didn't notice until the smell of rotten fish took over the tank.

*The test results still aren't in

*Due to the test results not being in yet, I have been eating alot of bad food to make myself feel better.

Until after I eat it.

Then I feel like crap.

And want to eat more.

The cycle never ends.

*I have gone to the gym three times this week which probably doesn't mean anything because of all of the crap food I have ingested.

*Brother in law had another surgery last week which was highly successful.  Amen.

*Before I die, I want to go to Australia.

*My heart melts every time Princess falls...gets up and says "I'm OK, Mom"

*Last week this was my favourite song.  Until my boys listened to it approximately 82975903257093467756947 times


*Middle child started scooter lessons. Like a skateboard...with handles. He loves it. My fingers are crossed that we have finally found him a hobby he will stick with.

*Oldest child's word of the week is "Nerd"

*I tried to sign up for a photography course and it is full. When I finally get the balls to do something for myself, I get screwed.

Just sayin.

*It is frickin cold here.

*Have I mentioned the test results aren't in yet?

Pass the chocolate.

And vodka.

A Post about Studley because You have been asking about him.

Studley is still kicking...and licking...and snoring...
Although I thought he was gone for good the other day when I let him out for a pee and he didn't come back.
So I put on my boots, coat and mitts....went outside...called his name.
Which was kinda dumb because he is hard of hearing and cant hear us when we are right beside him.
He didn't come.

I walked around the property imagining every possible scenario.
He ran out by the highway.
The coyotes got to him.
The people down the street found him and are keeping him there until we come knocking at their door.
Maybe they can just keep him because I am so angry at him for running away. Actually...........

he was sound asleep on his bed in the barn.Gosh darn I love my Studley.




Lets look at this one again because I love it.







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My Husband's New Girlfriend

Her name is "The Garage".

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True Story Tuesday

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I recently had a day.
You know...one of those days where nothing goes right.

It was actually the day of the stamp incident.

The same day. I mean, you would think after that fiasco, I would turn on my brain and continue my day with a clear state of mind.

Nope.
That wouldn't be me.

Soooooo....after making a complete fool of myself, I continued walking through the mall getting my shopping done.  I was browsing through Old Navy when I suddenly got a whiff of poop.

I looked at the couple close to me.
And the employee folding the $29 sweaters.

"I poot"  said Princess
"You did poops?"
"I poot Mommy"

I did what any classy, distinguished Mommy would do and bent over to smell my child's crotch.  That is right folks.  I did that.  Just as casually as you would expect any experienced Mommy to wipe their child's face with spit, I bent over and smelled my kids crotch.

I know.  You wish you were just like me.

I smelled poop.
I reached into my purse for a diaper and wipes.
Then realized I took them out when we went to the bank earlier.
And never put them back in.

Soooo.....I was stuck in Old Navy, surrounded by people without young children with my daughter who smells like shit.

Fun times.

Leaving the mall wasn't possible because I had more to do and had worked myself up to get lunch at the food court.  Walking to the exit out to the diaper and wipes sitting on my front seat wasn't possible because that would mean I would have to get our coats/hats/mitts on, find an elevator and walk to an exit far away from where we were.  Then we would have to walk out in the cold, snowy, messy parking lot and come back inside to take everything off again.

No thanks.

So I did what any smart, intelligent Mommy would do and walked my smelly child to Toys R Us to purchase a travel pack of bum changing items. 

Apparently they do not exist.

So I spent $17 on a travel package of bum wipes and a small package of diapers.


I kept my smelly child far away from other humans fearing they would think we smelled like stinky bum and quickly took her to the washroom.
Opened the packages.
Took off child's pants.
And her diaper.

"Hahahahahaha.....no poot Mommy"

There was no sign of any poops.  Anywhere.

I am convinced the couple in Old Navy had tummy "issues" .  They owe me $17.

Daddy's Girl

I am not one to discuss serious topics on this here blog of mine, but today is different.
Lets.Be.Serious.

I am a Daddy's Girl. Always have been. Always will be.
My dad is my Hero, my friend....so much more than just a father.
I do not have enough words to describe how much he means to me and how much love my heart has for him.
He is my everything.

My family is holding our breath.

I don't think I have taken a breath in 2 weeks.

Tomorrow my Daddy goes in for a test.
A test that will give us more information on why he hasn't been feeling his best.
A test that will tell us that we need to make a plan to get him healthy again.
Or tell us that we can do the happy dance....
...and breathe again.

Please cross your fingers....
Please say a prayer....
And lets schedule a time to do the happy dance together.

An Interview with Middle Child

Every year at the beginning of the school year I interview my children.
Except this year it was done closer to Christmas because I forgot about the "every year at the beginning of the school year" part.
I copy questions I have read or just dream them up while conversing with my children just as any professional journalist does.
Have I ever told you about my dreams of becoming the next Diane Sawyer?
But anyways, here is my interview with my middle child who has chapped lips in these pictures which I mistakenly thought was chocolate and attempted to wipe off with my saliva before child yelled at me for being so gross.
Funny how a kid who picks his nose and rubs his boogers on the furniture thinks that my saliva is gross.
Hmph.

1.  Who is the smartest person in our family?
Dad of course

2.  What is your mom (that's me) really, really, really, really good at?
Making cakes

3.  What can you do better than your mom(that's me)?
Soccer.  You suck.

4.  How are you like dad?
I work with my work boots on

5.  How are you different from dad?
I have more hair

6.  If you could have one superpower, what would it be?
Kicking a ball up to the sky

7.  What was the last chore you did?
What is a chore? 

8.  What is your favourite song?
All My Exes Live in Texas.

9.  What food would you like to eat everyday?
Ice cream
Are we done yet?
These are stupid questions.

10.  If you could choose a different name, what would it be?
Perry

11.  What's your favourite restaurant food?
Chicken fingers....ribs....fries and gravy....pizza....pop....poutine

12.  If you had a million dollars, what would you buy first?
A car that flies.

13.  What is your favourite TV show?
Zach and Cody
Are we done?
This is the most friggen-est boring thing ever.

14.  Do you have a favourite vegetable?
Celery.

15.  Candy?
Gum.  Duh.  You should know that because I always sneak it out of the cupboard and your purse and put 5 pieces in my mouth together.


We are done now.


Good. Don't ever make me do this game again.

I wont until next year.
I will only do it if you give me $5 and gum.


Deal.






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My Child is a Genius. Really.

So my life is totally suckage lately but along the way some wonderful things happen to convince me that life is worth living without alcohol and happy pills.

My daughter is a genius.There. I said it.

You see, the boys have had many puzzles. Many puzzles that were used once and then thrown to the side because they preferred the real tractor instead of cut up pieces of one.

I dreamt of the day I could sit down with my son(s) and we could calmly work on a puzzle together.

Never happened. Ever.

But anyways, Princess was given a puzzle in her stocking because Santa hoped that maybe...just maybe one of my children would be able to sit down for more than 3.4 seconds.

She wanted it open while I was busy cooking her lunch so I opened it up, dumped out the 15 pieces and let her be.

No instructions.
No demonstrations.
Just a pile of pieces on the kitchen table.

She sat.
For longer than 3.4 seconds.
Quietly.
Calmly.

She completed the entire puzzle!!!!!!!!!!By herself.No help from me.And then told me she is "a good helper".And that she wanted some jellybeans.


So I gave her some.

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Feeling Nostalgic

I havent travelled to many places in my 35.5 years on this Earth, but I do know where my favourite place is.
The one place in this Universe that makes me forget about my problems.
The one place that I can just sit and take it all in.
And not have any worries.

Thinking about my family members running one of the largest dairy farms in the area.
Working together.
Being together.
Simply.
Brings me some sort of comfort.

My Grandma's kitchen.
The bedroom I slept in when we visited as a child.

The shed that "housed" the snowmobiles and tractors.
The barn used to make horse bridles and horse shoes.

Oh, how I wish I was there to see it all happen.

I do remember some of it.
The cows.  The smells. 
The chickens.  The smells.
The milk room.  The smells.

It is sad that we realize how lucky we were to experience such simple things as a child when we are older and living a more complicated existence.
So, for now, as therapy, I wander through the property and take pictures.
And imagine what it was like.










Travelling to other places in the world is nice.But there is no place like my grandparents.Sappy....I know.But so true.