Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

My Big Brave Girl

makes me happy.

Cashius had a few tumors removed yesterday.

Surgery went well and the doctor said he removed them very aggressively, hoping they won't return.

My heart skipped a little beat today when I first saw her (that's A LOT of staples!).

But then she just came trotting over. Happy. Proud. Humble. The exact same dog she has always been (maybe a little more groggy then usual), and my heart began to melt.

I couldn't imagine these past nine years without her.

We're one very luck family.

Monday, June 28, 2010

Raising Her Happy

makes me happy.

Yesterday when our friend Erika came over to celebrate Evan's 1st birthday, she brought with her this most interesting of articles, Motherhood:the new oppression, to share with Kelly and I.

I liked it.

The author of the article, Margaret Wente, ponders modern day mortherhood, questioning,

"...that if you had deliberately devised a plot to oppress women, it couldn’t get more diabolical than this. Highly educated, progressive and enlightened mothers don’t need men to oppress them. They’re perfectly capable of oppressing themselves!"

Suggesting that,

"Once upon a time, the conveniences of modern life (processed foods, Lysol spray, disposable diapers, clothes dryers, polyester sheets) liberated women like my mother from their chains. But now, their granddaughters are clamouring to clap the shackles on again. Someone’s got to mash the organic applesauce, hang the diapers out to dry, and breastfeed the kid. No matter how enlightened the parental units, that someone will generally be Mom."

This isn't a new story.

I've heard many a modern day woman and man question the lengths it is suggested today's parent go to to raise a safe and healthy child.

But in all honesty, both and neither camp truly influence the way I parent.

I do like knowing more.

But I also believe, knowing more isn't the same as knowing better.

Knowing better is strictly an individual interpretation of the facts.

And I also believe when anyone knows better (for themselves),

they do better.

So while I appreciate Margaret's point of view, she did lose me with this line,

"The new ethic of mothering promises that you will find wisdom, happiness, and connectedness, not only with your children but with the earth itself. Instead, what you mostly get is guilt."

I feel no guilt about the way I parent.

I also feel no judgement from anyone else about the way I parent.

I can guarantee you that's because I have no feelings of judgement about the way ANYONE. ELSE. PARENTS.

Like I always say, I believe everyone is always doing the very best they can at any given moment in time.

And in my world, that seems to working out just fine.

Friday, June 25, 2010

This Guy's 1st Birthday

makes me happy.

Happy birthday little man.

You brought us all unthinkable amounts of joy this past year.

Thursday, June 24, 2010

A Couple iPhotos

make me happy.

Just a couple photos from Kev's iphone today.

Because a) they're cute and b) I'm in a Lindt Sea Salt chocolate coma.

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

6:49 AM

makes me happy.





the cloth


Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Just The 9 Of Us

makes me happy.

I feel like I teased you all with my posts about our impending renovations and then left you hanging.

The truth of the matter is, we had a little delay in the permit obtaining department.

Not the end of the world. Just means we're still bunking in the basement of our old house,

Kelly & Sandy's new house...

with Evan,

and Bella & Bogart.

Byrdie loves it.

So do we.

I think they're kinda into it too.

Monday, June 21, 2010

The Piece With The Rose

makes me happy.

Kevyn and I are both of the belief that Byrdie is a gift to us. Nothing we've done in the last ten months has felt like a sacrifice.

So, Mother's & Father's Day, while lovely... not the biggest deal for us. We're both blessed to feel enough love and gratitude each and every day that, neither feels the need for one special day a year.

Having said that, I was very free with my phrase to Kev yesterday, telling him what a wonderful father I think he is to Byrdie and how lucky I feel to have him as my husband.

Therefore it was softball as usual,

followed by a tasty little barbeque out back so Kelly and I could celebrate with our dad.

In between manning the grill, Kevyn and Sandy came over to the table where dad asked them, how their first Father's Day was. Both answered that it felt a little surreal whenever someone mentioned it.

He then told us a story about when it really sunk in for him that he was a father. During Kelly's second birthday when the time came to cut the cake, my parents thought it was appropriate to ask her if there was the a specific piece she would like, as it was her special day.

"The piece was the rose." The wee 2 year old replied.

Which just so happened to be my dad's favourite piece.

"Absolutely." He responded, pleasantly surprised that he no longer desired the piece with the rose.

* FYI - my dad is sitting at that table above but behind the sunburst... kind of looking like the angel he has always been to us.

And in another heart warming Father's Day story... Dave & Emma, whom I was out selling Band-Its with on Friday night, gave birth today to a healthy and beautiful baby girl today!

Labour on Father's Day. Birth on the first day of summer.


Friday, June 18, 2010

Band-It Sales

make me happy.

Well, our World Cup Band-It sales have been... so-so.

Distribution is proving much more challenging then anticipated.

But the people who like them... like them a lot.

Seriously. Look at that smile!

Still the process, for me, has been awesome.

I haven't felt this uncomfortable in years and uncomfortable is where you want to be if you want to learn and grow, right?

And I still think Band-It fever is about to hit, which will ROCK, yes?

So all in all, I'm thinking it's going to be a pretty rad weekend.


Thursday, June 17, 2010

Being The Weeder

makes me happy.

While my gardens have never necessarily been of the manicured kind, I wouldn't say my green thumb is completely purple. After all, one summer I managed to maintain a few swiss chard plants well enough to eat fresh leafy greens all summer long.

Still, Kelly has much more of a talent at it then I. So to nurture that talent I volunteered to be the weeder.

As all the flowers beds looked like the one above I decided my only option was to dig in and turn it over.

I'm not sure exactly what that means but, both my friend Al and Sandy's father Armando, whom both have glowing green thumbs, have used that term when shaking their heads and looking at my garden.

What I took it to mean was, get your shovel deep in there. Flip over the soil. And pull out anything that's not dirt.

And that what they look like when I'm done.

Black gold.

Kelly says it's easy to plant in them now. Which is important.

Cashius thinks it's a cool place to lie. Which is also important.

And I think they are going to look beautiful. Which is important because I plan on eating as many dinners out beside them as possible in the next 2 and a half months.

Canadian summers.

So short.

But terribly sweet.