I love “almost 4yrs old.”.

It’s first thing in the morning. Not even half way through my coffee yet. I don’t usually blog this early but I just had to blog this little snippet to give a giggle. It’s been one of those mornings  where when I woke up and my blankets were just so. Perfectly wrapped around me. I wasn’t too hot, or too cold. My pillow was just right too.  Rain pittering on the window. Most mornings I wake up to Carter yelling to get out of his room   so he can get his morning drink of orange juice. I swear it’s his equivelant to coffee because he can not go without it and it has to be right when he wakes up. He can’t function without it.  Anyway, back to me laying in my bed, basking in the cozyness, listening to the rain drops on the window.  I’m thinking ”ohhh… this is so lovely!!!  Everything is quiet, I’m going to enjoy this for as long as I can until everyone wakes up”.  I roll over and get even more comfortable. 

Then I hear  whispering in my room. Now Cooper is always the first one up so he just comes to our bed and we put on the cartoon channel until everyone else wakes up. We’re usually 20 mins  behind him.   But this monring when I opened my eyes it was quiet. No Cooper beside my bed. No Cooper in my bed.  But I hear whispering . I listen, trying to not let him know I’m awake and I hear him saying “I’m bigger than Carter! I am NOT afraid of the dark! I’m bigger than Carter! I am not afraid of the dark!” and he runs as fast he can into my bathroom, grabs a tissue and runs back out.  Then triumphantly (sp?) but quietly as to not wake anyone he whispers to himself “Yes! I did it.  I’m a big boy”. 

I giggled to myself and relished that moment.  And when he got to the side of my bed I greeted him with “good morning my big boy” and the smile on his face that he just conquered a fear was absolutely priceless.  I love moments like these.

 

Now I’m off to drop them at nursery school.  Hope you all have a good day .

Family day? More like sick day

I was going to post about how nice this long weekend was.  It’s a holiday called “family day” that just came out last year.  We did get out for a date on Saturday for Valentine’s Day to the hockey game which was a blast and a long awaited engagement got announced on Friday too so the start of the long weekend was good.  But not the last half……    we all have the flu!  The boys are sitting at 103 degrees fevers, coughs and poor Carter threw up all over his bed stuffed animals and had to go to bed without them because they were in the wash. Cooper is fevering and coughing and hubby and I just keep asking each other what happened to this house?  We’re all hopped up on tylenol which is only taking the edge off the fevers but helping with the bone aches and hopefully we’ll all get some good sleep tonight and be on the mend by tomorrow.  Cooper’s been saying funny stuff in his delerious state and Carter actually sat cuddled in his blanket for over 30 minutes watching tv. He never sits for more than 10 without getting up and moving around so you know something is wrong if he does.

On a positive  note: we should all start to feel better around the same time *hopefully* so if we’re going to be sick, at least it’s together. We can all moan and groan, wrapped up in our blankets and sympathize and cuddle one another until we’re better.

I hope sickness stayed away from your weekend and that you had a good valentine’s day.

Snow fun

2 Toboggans + 1 backyard + lots of snow = FUN

 

                                               

One of those days

I have been neglecting this place for a while now. And just when I thought I’d only keep it going so I could read and still keep in touch with those I read regularly, I start to get the spark back. The want to write. Not that I’m a good writer by any means but somehow writing here can be theraputic. Sometimes it’s just a way to write things, daily events, that I don’t want to forget and might other wise if I don’t write them down somewhere. And that somewhere is here.

My Father in law had a few small heart attacks last week and is in the hospital. We’ve been going back and forth all week.  It took 4 days for him to get out of emergency and into an actual room with a proper bed because the hospital is packed.  Hubby’s granmother is also very ill and was admitted on Wednesday to the same hospital.  Pancreatic cancer.  We’re all happy she’s there finally as she lived on her own and wasn’t taking her pain meds in fear of falling and having no one around to help her.  Now that she’s in the hospital, her pain is being properly monitered and she’s comfortable.  My time has been between the 2 houses and the hospital.  Selling a house and getting a new one ready to move into, is in itself a full time job.  I have to admit, I find myself wondering why my stress levels aren’t higher than what I feel they are.  But, you know, I think I know the answer to that all ready.

I heard the saying once and can not for the life of me remember from where but it was something along the lines of “stress is a choice”.  These words have stayed with me through out the past few months as I have a lot of stressful situations in my life right now that could very, very easily over whelm me. But I don’t choose it. Stress is a choice that I choose not to make.  I’ve been faithful to my yoga practice and trying to get deeper into my inner peace.  Spirituality is a long winding road with many stops along the way.  I choose to laugh. Every day, from the belly. 

Today we had no plans. We woke up fairly early thanks to Carter and spent the morning doing what we all enjoy. I had a reaallllyyy good cup of coffee while I colored with Cooper.  We had to go to the grocery store so we made a fun family date out of it.  We all made the grocery list. We planned all our lunches and delicious dinners and managed to keep it way under budget. A good feeling.  We came home and enjoyed a delicious lunch together. My sister then came over during nap time so hubby and I could make our way to the hospital to visit his dad and grandmother.  Both were very good visits.  We had a stop to make on the way home where hubby tried to fix the new windsheild wiper I had just bought, and ended up breaking it in the process. What a laugh we had together in the busy parking lot before going into the store to get a replacement.  We then came home, and while I made a homemade lasagna, hubby had a hot shower and put on p.j.’s.  Once dinner was in the oven I did the same.  By the time dinner was ready, we were all showered, warm and cozy in our p.j.’s with bellies anxious for the food that was to come.  Now it’s the pre bed time play and soon will be bedtime stories followed by cuddles.  And once the wee ones are in bed, I’ll maybe enjoy a glass of wine, in my cozsy p.j.’s all cuddled up on the couch.

Sometimes I get high on how delicous life can be.  Yes, there’s stress. Yes, there’s craziness. Yes, there’s sadness.  But somewhere in it all is good, true inner peace.  And there’s nothing like a good, tear producing belly laugh in a busy parking lot, to remind you of that.