Friday, April 29, 2005
This morning I got up all gung-ho and ready to attack the day by making bread, cookies, supper, doing laundry and anything else that came across my path.
I started with bread because it takes the longest. As soon as I got the bread machine a light bulb went on in my head. I had left the dough hook in the bread and tossed the bread with the trash the other day. No wonder I didn't feel right about taking out the trash.
So I guess nothing would get done on my list today.
I tracked down a number in Calgary that carries the extra dough hooks, and called up the greatest navigator on earth.....well one that works anyways. I picked her up and we traveled through far and distant lands to get the last two in the store. I bought two hooks in case this ever happens again. Knowing me...
I spent the rest of the afternoon with the great navigator forgetting my list of things to do. I got little seeds for the kids to put in their garden and can not wait for them to garden now.
I have a loaf of bread in the oven, laundry in the washer, and supper in the making. So my day was not lost after all. Oh, and two batches of cookies cooling.
From tragic day to triumphant.
Thursday, April 28, 2005
I would spray him with my exaggerated sounds until I had no breath left in me and he would still not get it. Why? I took his hand up to my mouth while I was saying words so that he could feel them eventually and he finally got the idea of saying the 'f' sound. I wonder if it will stick. Repetition is the key I know that much, so I guess I have to keep at it day after day and not introduce too much at one time. Hurray for F tonight.
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
I was very skeptical of this statement and still am kind of wavering on its truth. But it seems to be right. When Oliver was sick and someone would say that to me I wanted to kick them in the teeth. How could they know, how could they say what was even going to happen.
Every time Oliver would get better then sick again and have a cycle of better and sick better and sick, I would think surely I would die from loving this boy so much and hoping for his recovery. How could life keep going on life this? Me fighting all the doctors to make him better. Waking up lots of days to throwing up in his crib. Living with him being in constant pain when he ate. How? How does one do it? How does one cope?
At one point I recall Oliver laying down at my feet and I thought for sure he was giving up and going to die on us.
He has now had a major turn around. And nobody died in the process. He is starting to make it on his own. He is eating and asking for food all by himself, which he never did before. Oliver is climbing and dancing and being a real kid now. He is enjoying life. This boy of mine is a completely different child now. He knows contentment. All we did was change his diet and look at the difference. Can you imagine if we all changed our diets?
I didn't believe it at the time, in the middle of it all, but now maybe it is true after all: That which doesn't kill you makes you stronger.
Tuesday, April 26, 2005
Monday, April 25, 2005
Me wearing a tank top. Smiling.
Emma: "Mummy is that okay that your boobs are out like that?"
Me : "Do you mind Emma, this is my shirt. It is supposed to be like this."
Emma: "Can I have boobs like you?" Lifting up her shirt and looking down.
Oliver is not such a great shopper. He is like his daddy. Emma is more like me.
I can remember our first shopping trip with Emma when she was only four days old.....ahhh the memories.
Saturday, April 23, 2005
I went out after the kids ate breakfast (7:30am) and we all worked in the garden for a bit. I turned the earth and pulled the weeds. Emma moved dirt from one pile to the next making a huge mess. Oliver picked up all the pine cones. We had great fun, my only trouble now is trying to keep them out of the plots once I have stuff growing. Any suggestions? Maybe if I give them a space of their own to muck about in they won't bother mine.
Thursday, April 21, 2005
This evening was entertaining to say the least. I sent the kids out into the yard to play after dinner to run off some of their steam. There was little running, mostly I heard "Mummy she's skipping" or "Mummy she's having spaghetti" or "Hey they are watering their plants" "Look Mum.....".
Emma was a peeping Tom.
She gave me a play by play of everything they said and did for about half an hour. I know they could hear her and I kept trying to shush her, but can anyone make a three year old be quiet? Finally I decided that she had annoyed the neighbors enough with her constant rambling and took the kids inside.
Oliver thought it was a novel idea to wash his clothes at the same time so he got into the tub fully dressed. Emma was rather distraught, as she needs things to be just so. After taking Oliver out of his wet clothes and putting him back in the bath, he decided he'd had enough and climbed out after being in for only 30 seconds.
I let him march and prance and diddle about in the hallway while Emma finished her bath. All I can say is what entertainment. A naked little boy marching about the house! Swinging his arms and lifting his knees as high as they would go. Proud as punch he was. It was hard to get him dressed after that. But he did let me put him on the toilet for a long while and he sat there saying poopoo over and over. Of course he had to grab himself too. How do I keep from getting hosed?
After the bath, we watched a movie and had a great cuddle time on the couch together. All three of us. Oliver even stayed on my lap. What a treat. Good times. These are the days I love.
Tuesday, April 19, 2005
If a friend doesn't lift you up and make you feel good, then really why are you with them?
There is no work for me this week, as the lady at the church that runs my position is away sick and has not had the chance to really put anything together for me. So this week I am off. Not like I can't find anything to do though.
I met with an old friend for lunch yesterday and it was something else to chat with her. We picked up precisely where we had left off. Good times were had. I was reminded that I need to get out more. We had fun in the dollar store and I was very well behaved.
We took Oliver to the eye specialist today and they told us he will not need eye surgery after all. Hurray!! Finally something to dance and sing about. We have also discovered that by not feeding Oliver margarine with every morsel of food he doesn't get sick. I think I may have already blogged about that, but too bad.
Now I sit eating my butter tarts, enjoying every mouthful this evening. It is almost bedtime for the kids and I have the computer to myself for a change.
Monday, April 18, 2005
Friday, April 15, 2005
I was walking Emma to school this morning and in doing so, noticed my shadow. Tall, skinny, thighs not touching.
Wait just a minute here. Thighs not touching? Yes indeed. Thighs skimming and breezing past each other and I could still see the light of day through them. Hallelujah!
Thursday, April 14, 2005
Tuesday, April 12, 2005
Monday, April 11, 2005
Sunday, April 10, 2005
This morning I hear "Hey Mum I see your pink boobs!"
It was only after checking myself out first that I realised Emma meant she saw my pink bra in my room.
Saturday, April 09, 2005
I thought it was good exercise, but I am beginning to rethink that theory. Maybe I should just remove the slipper socks.
Friday, April 08, 2005
Well tonight I was baking bread and the breadmaker beeped....
"Mom is that your watch in your bra?"
You wore a rainbow shirt that was half-sleeves, and the rainbow went up one sleeve, across your chest, and down the other.
You made baby chocolate cakes in your Easy Bake Oven and washed them down with snow cones from your Snoopy Snow Cone Machine.
You had that Fisher Price Doctor's Kit with a stethoscope that actually worked.
You owned a bicycle with a banana seat and a plastic basket with flowers on it.
You learned to skate with actual skates (not roller blades) that had metal wheels.
You thought Gopher from Love Boat was cute (admit it!).
You had nightmares after watching Fantasy Island.
You had rubber boots for rainy days and Moon boots for snowy days.
You had either a "bowl cut" or "pixie," not to mention the "Dorothy Hamil" because your Mom was sick of braiding your hair. People sometimes thought you were a boy.
Your Holly Hobbie sleeping bag was your most prized possession.
You wore a poncho, gauchos, and knickers.
You begged Santa for the electronic game, Simon.
You had the Donnie and Marie dolls with those pink and purple satiny shredded
You spent hours in your backyard on your metal swing set with the trapeze. The swing set tipped over at least once.
You had homemade ribbon barrettes in every imaginable color.
You had a pair of Doctor Scholl's sandals (the ones with hard sole & the buckle).
You also had a pair of salt-water sandals.
You wanted to be Laura Ingalls Wilder really bad; you wore that Little House on the Prairie-inspired plaid, ruffle shirt with the high neck in at least one school picture; and you despised Nellie Olson!
You wanted your first kiss to be at a roller rink.
Your hairstyle was described as having "wings" or "feathers" and you kept it "pretty" with the comb you kept in your back pocket.
You know who Strawberry Shortcake is, as well as her friends, Blueberry Muffin and Huckleberry Pie. You carried a Muppets lunch box to school and it was metal, not plastic.
You and your girlfriends would fight over which of the Dukes of Hazzard was your boyfriend.
Every now and then "It's a Hard Knock Life" from the movie, "Annie" will pop into your brain and you can't stop singing it the whole day. Damn you!
It was a big event in your household each year when the "Wizard of Oz" would come on TV. Your mom would break out the popcorn and sleeping bags!
You often asked your Magic-8 ball the question: "Who will I marry. Shaun Cassidy, Leif Garrett, or Rick Springfield?"
You completely wore out your Grease, Saturday Night Fever, and Fame soundtrack record album.
You learned everything you needed to know about girl issues from Judy Blume books.
You thought Olivia Newton John's song "Physical" was about aerobics.
You wore friendship pins on your tennis shoes, or shoelaces with heart or rainbow designs. You wanted to be a Solid Gold dancer.
You had a Big Wheel with a brake on the side, and a Sit-n-Spin.
You had subscriptions to Dynamite and Tiger Beat.
You spent all your allowance on Smurfs and stickers for your sticker album!
Wednesday, April 06, 2005
Tuesday, April 05, 2005
Saturday, April 02, 2005
I had one of these times yesterday. I was coming out of the drugstore after buying medicine for Emma's runny tummy, and I saw some teens hanging out front of the store. They were laughing and having a great old time. I thought about all the times I had been together with my friends as a teen and had not a care in the world. I did not miss it for a minute. The feeling I had holding Emma's hand while she farted up a storm on the toilet was much greater than that of gathering together with some crazy delinquents I never stayed in touch with.
It is good to be needed for something. Even if it is just to hold a hand and comfort, what a blessed feeling. Almost indescribable.
It was incredibly sweet and pretty and totally made my day. I smiled from ear to ear as I read it. She talks like she is Pernell's child. She is also quite the artist. I received a picture that she had drawn too. A sprinkle of sugar on my sour cup of grapes she is. Thank you Sam!