Monday, August 4, 2014

Summer daze

We've been here, there, and everywhere over the past few weeks, soaking up every ounce of summer that we can. The homefront has been sorely neglected (and the darkening sky says I'm not going to get to the grass cutting today) but we are content in the knowing that there is always a tomorrow.   One month till the kiddies go back to school...we'll cut the grass then. In the mean time, we're busy having fun! 








Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Most of us

Most of us are not the Mothers or Fathers you hear about on the 6 o'clock news. We're not the ones leaving our kids in the car while we head into the salon for a 45 minute mani-pedi. We're not the ones letting our 6 year old stay home alone with only an iPad to keep them company while we head out for our midnight shift at the bar. We're not even the ones who let our kids ride around town on their bikes, unsupervised for hours on end. Most of us are good, if not great parents. 

Most of us trust our kids. We've taught them about strangers, about safety, about what to do in the case of an emergency. And how to be responsible. 

And most of us great parents sometimes make choices that others may deem irresponsible. We leave our kids in the car for a few minutes here and there; to pay for gas, when we only have two hands and three kids. To run into the bank where we can see our car from the road. But they're OUR kids. And our decisions to make. 

Most of us are smart, and have the same values we've taught to our kids - responsibility, evaluating the danger of a situation and making responsible choices. 

And yet, strangers on the street judge our choices, without ever having met us, or our kids. 

Trust us. Trust that we are good parents that love our children and want the best for them. Trust that we know our kids better than you. 

And if you think a kid may be in danger, or distress, of course, reach out to help. 

Helping means "can I help you carry something, so you can hold your child's hand?" "Can I give you my grocery cart, so you don't have to run across the lot to grab one with four kids in tow?"  Helping means watching a child for signs of distress. A kid in a car, playing on an iPad in the shade is not in distress. 

Of COURSE there are times to get the authorities involved, but most of the time, everything is just fine. 

We've all made it this far. Most of our parents made choices that we'd shudder at, yet we're all still here. 

So, seriously. Trust us. 

Thursday, June 12, 2014

Bedtime Snuggles


For the past few nights, Corben hasn't been interested in his bed. I think he's figured out that the living room is where it's at, mostly because it's where mama is at, after Mama is done snuggling...but Corben is not. So he creeps quietly down the stairs, hoping I don't notice him (which is practically impossible) and quietly snuggles in. 

I love it, and I wouldn't trade it for the world.  And I want to remember these moments, so I write about them. That is all. 

(And Corben is right, his bed sucks. Poor kid.)

Saturday, June 7, 2014

Just a minute.

Corben came to me this afternoon, while I was in conversation with other adults. He had a complaint, about some other kids (one of whom was his brother,) who didn't want to share toys with him. Mid conversation, I had my attention elsewhere and didn't answer him right away. 

"Mom" he tugged on my shirt a few minutes later. 

"Mom."

"Mom, can you give me some advice, like you usually do."

Whoa, that got my attention. This kid isn't coming to me to bother me in the midst of my conversation, he's coming for a bit of guidance. A bit of helpful, loving, grown-up words of wisdom.

And that I am totally happy to give. 

Sometimes I feel like my kids need all of me, every minute. And there are times that they certainly do. But most if the time, especially as they get older and more independent, there is less of that. Usually, they only need a minute. 

Wednesday, April 30, 2014

Intertwined

Steve has been away for nearly 2 weeks now. There is very little that I enjoy about him being away, but there is one tiny pleasure that I look forward to. 

Night time snuggles with my boys. 

When he's away, we do random nights where the boys get to sleep all night in the "big bed." We co-slept with both boys, and it's nice to have them in our luxurious large bed to snuggle with again. 

Corben in particular is just lovely to cuddle up with. (Nothing against G, but he's all long and gangly limbs, plus he grinds the hell out of his teeth.) Corbie curls up into a ball and likes to snuggle up in the crook of my arm. His arms tangle with mine, and he finds my hand to hold. His legs get wrapped up in mine too. We are tangled up together, like we used to be in the days when he grew inside me, boy and his Mama. 

I know these days are fleeting. My boys won't always want to curl up with me in the night. So while they do, I'll hold them tight; the tops of their heads wil be the last thing I kiss goodnight in the evening, and the first thing I kiss good morning in the light of dawn. And I'll curl up with them, tangled up in sweet dreams of sunshine...at the same time, looking forward to having the man that brought these precious gifts to me back in his rightful spot! 

Monday, April 28, 2014

Reset


Today could have gone very poorly. In fact, it started out that way. I had barely been up for 10 minutes before it started heading south. But then, on my way home from dropping Griffin off at school (nearly half an hour late, after a very tumultuous morning) I made the decision to start over. To not let my shitty morning take control over my entire day.

Take two. Hit the reset button. Start the day fresh. 

And damned if we didn't have the best day ever! 

It's all within our control. Attitude is everything. (And the sunshine doesn't hurt either!)


Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Ramble ramble blah blah blah

One might take a quick look at my blog and think that I fell off the face of the planet for most of February. And March. And maybe April too.

Truth be told, winter was loooong, people. And goddamnit if I didn't just about pack up my bags and hitch a ride south to warmer places. But I didn't. And we perservered. And here we are.

All indications seem to point to spring actually arriving sometime in the near future.  Yesterday was sunny, dare I say HOT even (almost 20C!) and there was some porch sitting and some cocktail drinking, and some praying that this bit of delight would keep on.

Today it's a balmy 5 degrees again, with a wind that will knock your bunnies over. (If you had bunnies.) (Which, I do.)

I don't know what kind of dark pit I fell into this winter, but it's nice to be out of it. The garlic is starting to poke it's head out of the ground, finally!  On Saturday I moved the aforementioned bunnies out of their House of Poop back into the great outdoors. We celebrated Easter Weekend with yard work, and new bicycles, and waay too much chocolate. And today I've decided to do some much needed computer work. In my chair. All day.

Yes.

So much has gone on in the past few months that I don't even know where to start. Truth be told, I had to go though my Instagram feed to remember it all. Sad.

There was a ski trip to Elicotteville, a million and a half (ok, not quite, but close) baby bunnies, lots of snow, lots of snuggles, lots of hot chocolate. And lots and lots of soap.

The One of a Kind Show was the biggest baddest thing to happen in the past few months. A soapy whirlwind of a good/exhausting time, it was a dream come true!

And then there were smashed windows, trips to Stratford, more baby bunnies, and finally, little green things popping out of the ground. The children, along with the grass, are growing like weeds.

And I don't know where I'm going with all this.

I feel like I've lost my bloggy voice over the past few months, and I'm struggling to find it again. I want to pick up my camera again, and enjoy the little things that offer so much beauty in a single shot. And then write about them. But the inspiration just hasn't been there. If I had actually blogged the number of times I had THOUGHT about blogging, this space wouldn't have been the dead zone that it has been for so many weeks.

I feel like there are SO. MANY. THINGS. trying to fight for my attention.  The children, the husband, the dog, the rabbits, the groceries, the yardwork, the soap business, my friends, my family, my community.  Plus there's the relaxation that they tell us we're supposed to be doing. The laundry we should be washing, the dishes we should be doing, blah blah blah. And the blog we should be writing. Right.

Balance. It was supposed to be my word for 2014. My "thing" that I was supposed to be finding.

So far I feel like I'm sucking at the balance thing.

I feel like there are lots of other things that I'm rocking. The soapy side of life is certainly rocking. But the rest seems to be a bit unbalanced.

I think I'm rambled out. I think I've out-rambled my welcome, even though it's my damn blog.

Maybe just writing something, anything, will help me get back in the saddle again. Who knows.

For now, I sit, and dream about summer and fresh tomatoes and summer festivals and days at the pond. And no matter how unbalanced I feel, I can sit here in this spot knowing I'm at least unbalanced in the best spot in the world. And without even asking around, I know for certain that I'm not alone.

And that's worth a lot.

(If you made it this far you deserve a freaking medal!)

xoxox