The Day

March 26, 2012 § Leave a comment

Yesterday was a beautiful, bright, warm, sunshiny day. Our two children, ages almost 3 and 13 months, spent a good portion of the day outside to expend energy and encourage afternoon naps before our evening church service. Well. That was the hope.

We typically leave for church at 3:30. At this time, we were still hearing loud noises coming from DS1’s room, despite DS2 having fallen asleep a mere 20 minutes prior. We had discussed staying home, but decided that we’d give church a shot. After all, Grandma & Grandpa, as well as an Auntie, were all there to help keep the boys occupied. We woke the little one up, and got the boys ready to go. In the ten minutes it took to get the kids ready, there were 3 tantrums thrown by DS1. Yup, you heard me. 3. In 10 minutes. And still we packed them up, and off we went. What were we thinking?

We had been there about 10 minutes when I started to think it was not a good idea. DS2 was being pretty good, being entertained by stacking cups and little treats. But DS1 is another story. Auntie had brought movies on her iPod, which were promptly discarded. Mommy had brought his “computer” (aka, a Leapster), which was promptly discarded. The snacks lasted a little while, but when they disappeared, that was it. The noise began. Well… actually, it just increased in volume.

Finally, after 1 hour of trying, we gave in. Packed the kids up and left. Such is the life of a family with little ones. Maybe one day we’ll get to sit through and HEAR an entire church service.


The New Me

March 21, 2012 § Leave a comment


I don’t want this to be a weight loss blog. I really don’t. But of all the things that I want to change about myself, weight loss seems to make the top of the list over and over again. And it shouldn’t. There are so many other things that are far more important than losing weight. Like becoming a better mother, a better wife, a better child of God. But society keeps hammering the weight thing at us again and again and again. I’m not fat. I’m not a plus size. But I am bigger than what society deems “thin”. And it’s true. I’m not thin. But lets face it here. I had two children twenty months apart. With my first, I gained an astronomical amount of weight, especially considering my 5’2” frame. And while I lost the weight that was “baby”, the rest never went away.

I have thirty pounds I’d like to melt off. And I don’t know how to do that. Correction. I don’t want to do what’s necessary to make that happen. I started P90X (as you will remember from the beginning of the blog), and my husband and I diligently ate and worked out for 30 days. And I lost no weight. My shape did begin to change slightly, but no weight was lost.

Does anybody else want to take a magic little pill, wake up the next morning and immediately be losing 5 or 10 pounds every week? Just by taking the magic pill? But that’s not how it works. It’s diet AND exercise. Diet and exercise. Diet and exercise.

I went for a run on Monday. That’s right. A  run. Well, mostly a walk. But come on, I haven’t ever in my entire life gone on a “run”. I walked, and then I ran, and then I walked and then I ran. Every time I ran, my two year old would yell “Faster, Mommy! Faster!” and my 13 month old would turn in the stroller and start crying.

Today, once the kids are in bed, I’m going to do Cardio X. I don’t want to. I might throw something at Tony Horton. I might yell at him. I might scream at my husband. I might scream at my older, precious son, who is the cause of the majority of the weight gain. But ultimately, the way to lose weight is diet and exercise. Diet and exercise.  Diet and exercise.

For dinner? Pork loin, smashed potatoes with Greek yogurt instead of butter and cream & homemade gravy, steamed broccoli, and a salad with homemade dressing. Too bad diet alone couldn’t make me lose thirty pounds. I’d sure like to take the magic pill.

How To Make Parenting Easy

March 15, 2012 § Leave a comment

This is the exact phrase that I googled this morning.

I’m not daft or slow. I I realize that parenting is work, and it’s a job. I realize that it takes effort and can’t be taken lightly. I realize that locking children in the closet is not the answer to that question!

I came upon this article in the Wall Street Journal:

and I was encouraged.

Apparently, all these things that “they” say we’re supposed to do… don’t matter! Imagine that. It doesn’t matter if we take our kids to after school activities every day, and it doesn’t matter if we read to them before bed. It doesn’t matter if I am “super mom” and bake cookies with my children every single day. It just doesn’t matter. These things don’t make happy kids. Spending time with them and being there makes them happy.

You I will still have to do some of the “hard” things. Like put the computer down. Or the book down. They still need “mommy time”. But I don’t have to be super. It doesn’t directly affect their level of success if my house is clean or messy. Or if I had them watch Baby Einstein every morning from 3 weeks on. Or if I let them listen to classical music in the womb (which I didn’t). What matters is that they have a mommy and a daddy who love them. And that they know it. 

In Response to Yesterday

March 8, 2012 § 1 Comment


Just to clarify.

I’m not telling you to support the Kony 2012 campaign. I’m not sure I even support the Kony 2012 campaign. What I DO want, is awareness. This is a horrible, nasty, tragic thing that is happening in the world. Unfortunately, it’s not the only horrible, nasty, tragic thing that is happening.

There are still honour killings in the middle east – brothers or fathers kill their own sisters or daughters because they’ve done something against the Koran.

There are still baby girls in China being killed or left on the road or in a garbage heap because they weren’t a boy.

There are still girls being trafficked int0 the United States and Canada for sex. A lot of them.

There are still children being abandoned, and brand new mothers being forced to live with the animals because it’s the “belief” in Nepal.

There is still genocide, rape, torture, murder, molestation, abuse, racism, and more happening… in our own country, and in our own cities.

I’m not telling you to support the Kony 2012 campaign. I’m telling you to be aware of what is going on in the world. Be aware of what is going on outside the four walls of your home. Be aware of what is happening beyond the borders of your country. Stop living in your own bubble and start opening your eyes. We are not living in a safe place. It looks safe on the outside. But once you start to dig, you can see that it’s nasty.

I am so glad that God has grace for these people. We need to be aware that these people who have been directly affected by all the things I’ve listed need to hear that God loves them. Because He does. He hasn’t forgotten them. They are not invisible to Him.


Stop Joseph Kony

March 7, 2012 § Leave a comment

There is a lot going on in the world right now. My children are being raised in a time and a place where there is no peace. They are being raised in a world where their uncle, a United States soldier, fights every day for peace. They are being raised in a self-centred world. Where we think about ourselves, possibly our own city, maybe even our country. But we rarely think about what is beyond our own country. Those are not the kind of people I want to raise. I want my children to be aware of the world around them. Not just their own borders, but what is going on in Europe, in Asia, in Africa, and in South America.

This morning on Facebook, I was bombarded by a video. I knew about “Invisible Children”. I had heard the story. But apparently I had forgotten. How can someone forget that in Uganda and the surrounding countries, a man is ransacking villages, kidnapping children, and forcing them into slavery – either sexual slavery for the girls, or forcing them to carry guns and kill and mutilate their neighbours and families. This man is Joseph Kony.

Watch the video. Be aware.

Living the Life I Wanted

March 1, 2012 § 1 Comment


I always wanted to be a stay at home mom. As long as I can remember, that was my dream.

Little did I know.

Life is not what I expected. Every day it’s a struggle to not only accomplish the tasks I need to accomplish, but to enjoy my life in the process. I love my husband and kids with all my heart, but when all you get are requests (or demands) all day long, it gets tiring. Some requests are kind, and involve a “please”. Others are less so, and are punctuated with a “NOW MOMMY!” These are not my favourite moments.

Today I tried something different. I threw pillows and blankets on the floor, and got some snacks. I put Happy Feet into the DVD player and I thought I’d watch a movie with my two kiddos. Well. 15 minutes into the movie, I realized it wasn’t going to happen the way I thought. My one year old was wandering around purposely tripping over myself and my 2 year old. The two year old didn’t want to share snacks, so he kept yelling “NO!” at his brother. After 30 minutes, I gave up and left the room. The one year old is napping, and the two year old is still watching the movie.

Something I should have learned a long time ago – have no expectations about the day. Because the day is not going to turn out the way I expected. Ever. There are good days, there are bad days. There are really good days, and there are really bad days. Most days are just days. Like any other job, there are easier days and there are more challenging days.

After nearly three years of being a stay at home mom, I feel like I’m finally starting to become the mother I thought I would be. I currently  have bread baking (in the bread maker – I know my limits). There is homemade jam filling three shelves in my kitchen. There is clean laundry, folded, but not put away. My kids are happy, and my two year old is almost potty trained. I use cloth diapers, and hang them to dry.

But even with this knowledge of my life… my only thought is that I need another cup of coffee.

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