I like to celebrate Valentine's Day with my family and my mom always remembers to send a little sweet treat to the hubby and I and the kids. She's the best. But as for the mushy stuff... I guess I figure that Trevor does a great job of making me feel loved all year round, I don't need a day of gestures!
Today, however, was the best. day. ever.
What's better than a road trip to the temple with an awesome, insightful and inspiring friend and THEN come back to a tidy home and hubby who insists you shouldn't have to cook (okay, I know he really just wanted Papa John's pizza!) and THEN you discover that he spent his day off from work folding the knee-deep mountain of clean clothes AND put them away for you tidying your closet while he was at it!?! Seriously feeling spoiled.
I'm not much of a romantic, but I'm certainly feeling loved today!
14.2.13
4.12.12
Hey Mom - I did it!
This morning while perusing the internet in an (effective) attempt to avoid the dirty dishes, laundry and multitude of general chores in my house, a tidbit of info caught my eye. I tried to ignore it, I called the bank, called my mom, you know, trying to distract myself. In the end, however, I had to give in. That's right, I went swimming.
Now let me clarify this a little for you. I am not a water-baby. I was raised by a woman who did not enjoy water recreation either. I would never choose to take a bath if a shower was available. I've been known to go boating, but I prefer to watch the kids while everyone else takes the rides. I reluctantly go to the pool when my kids have field trips. I've even gotten in the water twice, you read that right, TWICE, out of a sense of obligation to help my children learn to enjoy it. I remember this one time in high school, I went swimming with 2 friends - it was toward the end of grade 10. Yup, that was the last time I remember getting in a pool because I thought it sounded like a fun way to spend some time. (Might be important to note here that those two friends grabbed my legs and sunk me - kicking, screaming, and sobbing - to the bottom at the deep end.)
I'm actually a fairly confident swimmer (thanks, grudgingly, to swimming lessons at the local pool growing up. Oh Phil, did you ever come to a realization of what a creepy swimming instructor you were?) and I do have some soft spots in my heart for swimming pools. I dated a lifeguard in high school and the chlorine smell makes me think of doing my homework on the carpeted 2nd floor bleachers while waiting for him to finish teaching a class. I love the echo-y-ness and the warm humidity. Maybe that's why if found myself drawn to the pool bleachers in university, where I'd eat lunch, study and nap between classes.
So I took myself off to the pool, shaking my head the whole way and even saying aloud at one point, "I can't believe I'm actually doing this." I steeled myself for the experience by choosing some specific cardio activities to do so that I could reinforce this incomprehensible decision with some purpose. In the end? I had a great time. So if you see me out and about this week still wearing my proof of payment waterproof wrist band like a badge of honour - well, now you know why.
(PS - did you know that the first Tuesday of the month is Toonie Tuesdays at the Leisure Center, now you do!)
Now let me clarify this a little for you. I am not a water-baby. I was raised by a woman who did not enjoy water recreation either. I would never choose to take a bath if a shower was available. I've been known to go boating, but I prefer to watch the kids while everyone else takes the rides. I reluctantly go to the pool when my kids have field trips. I've even gotten in the water twice, you read that right, TWICE, out of a sense of obligation to help my children learn to enjoy it. I remember this one time in high school, I went swimming with 2 friends - it was toward the end of grade 10. Yup, that was the last time I remember getting in a pool because I thought it sounded like a fun way to spend some time. (Might be important to note here that those two friends grabbed my legs and sunk me - kicking, screaming, and sobbing - to the bottom at the deep end.)
I'm actually a fairly confident swimmer (thanks, grudgingly, to swimming lessons at the local pool growing up. Oh Phil, did you ever come to a realization of what a creepy swimming instructor you were?) and I do have some soft spots in my heart for swimming pools. I dated a lifeguard in high school and the chlorine smell makes me think of doing my homework on the carpeted 2nd floor bleachers while waiting for him to finish teaching a class. I love the echo-y-ness and the warm humidity. Maybe that's why if found myself drawn to the pool bleachers in university, where I'd eat lunch, study and nap between classes.
So I took myself off to the pool, shaking my head the whole way and even saying aloud at one point, "I can't believe I'm actually doing this." I steeled myself for the experience by choosing some specific cardio activities to do so that I could reinforce this incomprehensible decision with some purpose. In the end? I had a great time. So if you see me out and about this week still wearing my proof of payment waterproof wrist band like a badge of honour - well, now you know why.
(PS - did you know that the first Tuesday of the month is Toonie Tuesdays at the Leisure Center, now you do!)
11.11.12
when my kids get older I will...
I've read a lot of parenting articles/advise over the years that kept repeating the same thing. Basically, "don't spend you're time wishing away these labor intensive ages and phases - they will be gone all too soon as it is." I've tried hard to follow this line of thinking and enjoy the moments we're actually living in.
However, I just have to take a moment to acknowledge that FOR THE FIRST TIME (!!!) I really, actually, truthfully, do love the ages and stages of my kids right now. Potty trained? Check. Can get their own snacks (and sometimes their own breakfast)? Check. Dress themselves, read to themselves (almost) and play outside alone? Check, check and check. Still want a hug and kiss goodnight? Yup. Hold my hand to cross the street? Uh-huh. Giggle, tickle, cuddle and tease? Sure do!
Sometimes a phrase or look jumps right out of the Junior High onto my 7 year-old's face. My 5 year-old runs around singing, "weeeee are neber, neber, neber getting back togeber!"
I guess I'm saying, that for as hard as I've always tried to live that great advise, I'm finally understanding it.
However, I just have to take a moment to acknowledge that FOR THE FIRST TIME (!!!) I really, actually, truthfully, do love the ages and stages of my kids right now. Potty trained? Check. Can get their own snacks (and sometimes their own breakfast)? Check. Dress themselves, read to themselves (almost) and play outside alone? Check, check and check. Still want a hug and kiss goodnight? Yup. Hold my hand to cross the street? Uh-huh. Giggle, tickle, cuddle and tease? Sure do!
Sometimes a phrase or look jumps right out of the Junior High onto my 7 year-old's face. My 5 year-old runs around singing, "weeeee are neber, neber, neber getting back togeber!"
I guess I'm saying, that for as hard as I've always tried to live that great advise, I'm finally understanding it.
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