2 unrelated events

So Friday morning Grandma and I went to watch William “graduate” from SK.  I didn’t get teary, probably because Will didn’t look like he liked being on display, but it was sweet to see all the kids in their graduation hats come in so proud.  The class then proceeded to sing us some songs and then we saw a beautiful slide-show of the kids that the teachers had put together from all the things they did all year.   Then we took pictures, ate some snacks and Will took the rest of the day off.  (I got his report card back and he missed 42 days this year… way to go Will!)

Now for some reason it never crossed my mind that Williams should probably wear a dress-up shirt to his ‘graduation’, but I didn’t think of it until he was at the bus-stop – just a tiny bit late.   So I mentioned it to him, but he just looked down at his purple t-shirt that blazon’s his old school’s name and crest and said simply, “This is a nice shirt”.   He’s such a boy.   Well  I wasn’t going to argue with him and I thought that perhaps I could bring a nice shirt and slip it on him before the grad.  Well that didn’t happen, the purple t-shirt got to stay and show it’s beautiful self to the world,  and since it’s just his SK grad I wasn’t too stressed.  Now if he wears a t-shirt to his high-school grad, or University grad, that might be a different story.   Here he is with his wonderful teacher…  she was amazing and Will really loved her…

And his partners in crime…  his best bud’s of kindergarden

His teacher says he is very ready for grade 1 and that’s always nice to hear.  He is reading really well and so we’re looking forward to grade 1 with hopefully anticipation.

And the other event, the very same day, this this sweetie went ‘poop’ on the potty.  I’m so proud, but I’m pretty sure it was just an result of excellent timing. I just can’t wait to have my last child potty trained and be done with diapers.   So I will be starting to train her in earnest next week (Lord willing) and I’m sure I’ll be checking in again to talk about the joys of potty-training!

Well all these milestones keep happening and we keep moving forward. I’ve said it once, I’ve said it 100 times, my kids are growing up way too fast!

Erik’s Birthday

So Erik turned 18 today and you can sign up for his power-point classes here…. oh, wait a minute, he actually just turned 8, phew… time is moving too fast as it is.    It’s so hard to believe that this little bundle of joy…

has turned into this…

And his brain that normally stands him in good stead, puts him through the wringer on occasions like this because he couldn’t get to sleep until 10:00 last night because he was so excited and then his brain woke him up at 4:00 am at other end because he was now more excited.  Thankfully he only started bugging me at 6:00…  what a kid.

He was in his glory today because he received Lego and games, but most importantly, STAR-WARS Lego.   And aunt Lija and Grandma really won his heart with all things Starwars.  Starwars is huge here, even Sophia can hum some of the theme, we’re committed fans.

And I would love to say more, but it’s late and I’m exhausted from all the festivities, or maybe it was cleaning the house for the festivities, but I had to say Happy Birthday to our one-of-a-kind kid whom we love so very much!

Herding Cats

Well if this is a typical book that you would take away from a 7-year-old who is reading it under the covers with a flash-light after lights-out… I guess then Erik is your typical 7-year-old.

And after Jason confiscated it tonight, Erik’s words were… “Oh man, but it’s sooo good!”   Of course it is Erik, and I’m sure when you are done you can pass it around your grade 2 class so that everyone else can enjoy it too.

And he has the nerve to blame his taste in books on me because he says that I’ve read “Dummy” books before.  Which I have, I’ll be the first to admit I love a good “how-to” book, but I think the ‘Dummy’  book I read was how to be a be frugal mom trying to raise 4 kids on a single income, NOT how to learn Power-Point.   I do often wonder how Jason and I ended up with this child and I also wonder if his teacher’s prediction of him becoming an Astro physicist will come true.  Although I just looked that up (I didn’t even know what it was… dummy!) and apparently those guys are on a quest to figure out how the universe was made and so I’ll betcha that not many of them are Christians.  If they were then their thesis could contain just one word…. “GOD”…. but I betcha it probably wouldn’t go over too well.

So as my little Einstein sleeps,  I bake another batch of midnight cookies, this time for William’s “graduation” party – and I use that term in the loosest sense of the word as we are celebrating with his classmates tomorrow his and their completion of Senior Kindergarten.   It’s very exciting.

So another day of herding cats… this is what it has come too… or what it feels like… trying to get my children out of the door in the morning when all of them are doing their own thing with their own agendas, none of which seem to be getting dressed, eating breakfast or walking out the door.

Thank goodness there are only 4 MORE DAYS LEFT OF SCHOOL!!!!


June, the busiest month of the year

Seriously, it is just me?   Probably, but I’m finding June so busy!   Between field trips and swimming in the pool, to gardening here and vegetable gardening with my uncle, to swimming lessons and soccer and going to the Lake for weekends, I don’t know whether I’m coming or going!

I did take some time a few Sunday’s ago to try to get some pictures of the kids, but I’m no professional and afterwards I realized the lighting was very splotchy, but here is what I ended up with…

So again, nothing professional, but I’m still pleased with them.    I am excited that a friend has offered to come and show me some more features of my camera,   I’m still using the auto feature on my camera and it’s a little embarrassing.

Well back to the grind here… thankfully it’s all work I enjoy (except making supper of course) and soon I get to add picking strawberries and making jam to the list, but I know that a mother’s work is never done and I’m not complaining because even if June is a busy month it’s still June and it’s summer and I love it!

Some moms are smart, this one this not

The other day I was sewing and I was having a hard time figuring out how to sew a seam inside out and backwards and I said under my breath, “I’m not smart”.  Well this was overheard by Sarah who was hanging out by me and since she was rather bored she decided to turn it into song.  For  quite a while afterwards she was singing the above refrain, “Some moms are smart, this one is not”.  It kept making me grin,  and she probably couldn’t have been more right if she tried… but I’m fine with that.  I might not be smart, but I’m sure I’m good at other things, I’m sure of it.

And since I’m not smart, I’m so happy to learn from other’s who are.   Our church had the privilege of having Donna Otto from the Homemakers by Choice ministry  come to speak to our women this past weekend.  It was wonderfully encouraging!

Just one the things I took away from the weekend was when she talked about people often feel disconnected from each other, but most long to be connected.  Church is a great connector of people, but even in that there can be room for improvement, and that is why she advocates for mentors.   Older women who come along side a younger woman and mentor them.  Just like in Titus chapter 2 where Paul instructs in verse 3-5 that older women are to teach what is good and “so train the young women to love their husbands and children, to be self-controlled, pure, working at home, kind, and submissive to their own husbands so that the word of God may not be reviled.”  There is a lot in there and I won’t even attempt at “unpacking” it as our Pastor Norm says, but just imagine,  to have someone with life experience raising kids and being in a successful happy marriage,  mentoring you to help you along and encourage you, what a tremendous blessing!!!

And I need help.  I need help raising my children to be competent independence adults.  I was talking with my neighbor the other day about how we like and rather expect our friends to parent our children when we aren’t around and I got to thinking about that and how important other people’s input into my children’s lives are.

Our first instinct might be to protect our children from others, but I think that could end up back-firing and being rather dangerous.    Our children are going to be independent adults someday, away from us protecting them,  and they need to know how to deal with all sorts of people;  nice people, not so nice people, strict people, fun people.   Not everyone is going to treat them like we do and nor should they!   My mom treats my kids differently than I do and that’s GOOD.  And the teacher’s at school treat my kids differently than I do and that’s GOOD.   Sunday schools, same. Friends the same.   It’s not always easy, but I want my kids to learn how to respond correctly to people, to be respectful of authority and so they need lots of practice.

Wow, that was quite the bunny trail…   but I will leave you with a picture of my Sophia, (of course) that my good friend Laura took on the soccer field last night.

Looking at her makes me realize afresh that I don’t want to mess this parenting thing up, I need all the help I can get!!   And I do thank God for the wonderful friends and mentors in my life but now I’m pretty sure I need more!

What do you do?

What do you do when you bake a batch of oatmeal chocolate chip cookies that are just too moist and just fall apart when you try to pick them up.  Do you try to put them carefully away?  Or do you just stand there and eat them because it would be too hard to move them in one peice to a different container?   (Well I didn’t eat ALL of them,  maybe just 6)

And what do you do when your daddy puts your pj’s on and puts your onesie OVER your pj bottoms?  Do you care?  Or you do just look cute and somewhat like you are getting ready to do some aerobics and the year is 1989?  (And doesn’t the gorgeous couch just set the whole thing off?)

And what do you do if you just finished swimming for an hour and wanted to warm up in the sunshine?  Do you find a place to sit by yourself?  Or do you go and sit with your siblings and goof off and have a riot because you still apparently have some energy left.

I dunno, you tell me.

To my neighbour’s maple tree

I am a lover of nature.  I love birds, I love flowers, I love sunsets, I love lakes and streams, I love trees, I love maple trees. But to the maple tree in our neighbors yard that sheds all of its 100 million trillion maple keys over our deck and into our pool every single year… I do not love you.  

Even though you are a magnificent specimen of a tree,  your prolific scattering of your helicopter-like spawn is truly excessive.  It makes me wonder if you are trying to reforest this tree-cutting-loving town on your own.   Or perhaps you are so consumed with your own mortality that every spring in desperation you do everything you can to leave a Maple-tree legacy for future generations.    

But even for that, a mere 100 would do.  I could clean up 98 maple keys leaving 2 to grow, I could kept my deck swept and my pool skimmed.  I am begging you to reconsider this flagrant reproduction.

So to the maple tree next door in my neighbour’s yard,  I repeat – I cannot love you right now.  Maybe when you are sheltering me from the hot relentless sun in July, I will reconsider, but that seems a long way away.  


the girl next door