Age 7

Our oldest is 7 today! 7 years have passed since I was first given a little 7lb 14 oz blue bundle. I remember certain parts of that day so clearly its as if they happened minutes ago, others are cloudy and I am sure there is a ton that I don't remember at all. Our adventure had started at that moment when the nurse handed him to me. He was our everything in that moment. We had our up and downs being new parents, but we did our best, heck we are still trying to do our best with every new challenge. J is amazing, he tests us daily and makes us love him. He is so creative, always creating with a pencil, play dough, Lego, words or anything he can get his hands on. His imagination is astounding always thinking and creating. Now that hew is almost done gr 1 he is creating stories with what he has learned. There is always paper laying around, play dough or Lego structures, piles and piles of drawings. He lets us know he loves us by needing us so much, he loves to snuggle, hold hands and hug. He has the biggest Blue eyes that I have ever seen. Puppy dog eyes have nothing on J's eyes, Bluer than the sky, and well up with tears making your heart drop out of your chest when he is sick or upset. His appetite is great, however he is super picky. Choosing burgers or Mac n Cheese over ANYTHING. He loves his teacher to pieces. His favorite thing to do right now is to sit in his desk and create. He loves to make up new games to play with his brother and sister. He loves to wear long sleeve shirts under his t shirts. He is so tall and skinny I have a heck of a time finding him pants that fit him. Rex is his cat and you can tell. When j needs him he is there and vise versa. Rex is often found in J's bed (top bunk)Being a little artist he will tell you he loves a different color everyday but if you make him choose between anything and blue he'll choose blue all the time. He looks a lot like Mom, same face shape, nose, complexion, but had daddy's eyes, and shape, and daddy's build. We love him to pieces!!! Happy 7th Birthday buddy!

Beautiful Me

One of my besties and I are going on a scrapbooking retreat in about 2 weeks and we are both excited. We had a fair bit of homework do to for this retreat. I found the homework intriguing and challenging. Usually the both of us tend to focus on the kids and other family members in our scrapbooks. I have about 5 pages with just me on them and 4 out of the 5 are maternity pictures. The homework made me look inside myself and made me think about ME for a change. After doing the homework I continued thinking about myself. I have always struggled with the number on the scale. I know as soon as I start working out the flub and fatness will go away, I know because I have done it many times and gained it back time and time again (babies I tell ya) My whole life I was bigger than other girls and not happy with my appearance. After I had my first daughter I vowed to never let her think that and then that was reinforced by having my second daughter. How do I shield them from seeing what Hollywood thinks is perfect? I scrapped some pictures of myself last week. I was seventeen and looked amazing or so I think now but I know that on that day I thought I was fat and not pretty. My clothes were fitted so I couldn't notice the pinch of fat I had and I wore a push up bra to emphasize my breasts.I know I can not shield my girls away from everything but I want them to remember me working out and eating right. Not taking a pill, liquid or other substance and praying to be skinny. I have come to the realization I was made the way I am for a reason. This realization I have to encourage everyday many times a day. When talking to friends I hear about diets and substances I can do to lose weight, Pintrest tells me over and over again that "THIS" will make me skinny. FB has many pictures of skinny models and actresses and posts about a "NEW" fad that I should try. Last night when I got out of the shower I stood naked in the mirror and said 10 things I LOVE about my naked body and while I won't tell you them all I will tell you a few and the reasons why. I really recommend you do this same. I felt like a goddess and the feeling stayed with me for the whole night and today although I have bronchitis and feel like crap physically. 1)My hair! yes my hair, if you know me personally you know I change my hair all the time. I am finally content with its length but am super excited to try a new color! 2)My Belly! I have a love hate relationship with my belly. I have grown four amazing little beings inside of my belly and I lose sight of that, It will never be as it was, texture, tightness and more. As much as I hate the appearance it is a constant reminder of the four incredible creatures I grew inside of me. 3)My butt, This is one thing that has NOT changed through four pregnancies and I am so glad :) 4)My legs, I have power house legs and looking at them brings me back to my rugby days. They are a little less muscular than they were back then but still look sexy in heels and skinny jeans. 5)Last but not least (Well for the blog) my hands. I do so much with them, I create pages and cards, cakes and more. I comfort my kids with them, type blog posts, they cause me a lot of pain but I love them anyways. This is what I want my daughters to see, and look up to. A woman who loves her body, loves who she is. A woman who gets out of the house and does stuff for herself. A woman who has girlfriends she loves like sisters and who she knows love her just as much. I would also like to add that for those friends of mine doing the diets and such that's great, I am glad you found something that works for you. But I know they are not for me. Picture credited to Perfect Pixl Photography http://www.perfectpixlphotography.com/

Away

I am sooooooooo SORRY I have been away but I have been bit by a creative bug so I have turned my attention for a little bit to set up my other stuff. Check it out http://savingscrapsofmemories.wordpress.com I will be back soon!!!

EMOTIONAL

First off HAPPY VALENTINES DAY. The day and love and all that yay! This post is truly un related and basically just to update friends and family of our last few days. I will try and do a more up beat love post later. Two weeks ago N was very sick, after taking her to the er she was diagnosed with a bronchial infection and a double ear infection. The doctor we saw also told us it was very possible she also has asthma (which runs rapid in my family line)We knew that something like this was possible since she has been sick a lot in her little life. After dealing with all that and us being sick the last two weeks we were wreaks last week. Last Friday N hurt herself and started to cry, she cried until she was blue and shortly passed out and came to and everything was back to normal. She had done this five times in the last week and a half when Tuesday she did it without being upset or hurt and crying. I should also mention she will pass out from getting so upset due to an injury or just being upset. Tuesday after school my mom put N in her carseat and shut the van door. I then came around and opened the other door as she was passing out. I bolted through the van to her and woke her up. She turned bright red and then pale white and started crying. That was the last straw for me and I took her to the er. I should also mention to those who do not know K did this a few times but always due to being really hurt. N and I spent some time at the er waiting for urine and blood work to come back. Once our doctor received the results she called a pediatrician and confirmed her diagnosis. She came in and diagnosed N with Breath Holding Syndrome or Spells (BHS) Basically N's nervous system sends a signal to her brain to shut down when she is upset or hurt. We have to carry on with life as it is while she goes through this, which can be until shes two or until shes five (five is rare) This is a common issue with kids and happens more commonly then I knew. For me its hard to watch my baby pass out when she is upset or hurt and I need to deal with it the best I can by staying calm and relaxed. That being said its something I am struggling with. As I said on FB today I believe we are all given what we can handle, for some that's easier to believe in then for others. I also believe everything happens for a reason. At times its harder to have faith in these beliefs but I am doing my best, We are changing how we discipline with out giving in and still staying strong and firm. We have to be more aware of our surroundings and circumstances. I have to keep my emotions strong so the kids and those we are with don't panic when N faints.

Being Mom

After this past week of posting, talking to other moms and reading about different parenting styles I want to talk more about it. Having many girl friends that are Mommy's we often talk about kids, parenting methods and more. Recently I connected with a friend that now is a new Mom. She told me how frustrated she was with all the stigmas to do with being a mom. As mothers we are all under constant watch and are always being judged. Its easy for me to say "I don't care what other people think" but to a new mom that's next to impossible. As mothers we are judged on breast feeding, co sleeping, what food to give the baby and when, soothers, circumcisions and more. Really I have heard it all, having even heard that I was crazy for my life choice of having four children and constantly being asked when number five is coming. As a new mom you feel lost and confused at the best of times, you run on next to no sleep and always doing new things. There are things no one tells you about having a baby or two or the next or the next. Having four kids I have seen a lot and have encountered many people judging my decisions. Surrounding myself with other moms was one of the best things I have ever done. Having so many friends who all have different aged kids, a different amount of kids and different habits and opinions, I am constantly learning. In our little group of mommy's we have the co sleepers, long term and short term breast feeders, formula only babies, circumcised and not. We have preemies, and oppsies, we have mommy's with one and mommy's with six. There are stay at home and working, hubby's that are away and home. Sometimes we get into heated conversations about hot topics but we never judge each other. I know I can go to any one of them and ask for help on any subject and they will work it out with me, give me their opinions and help me out the best they can. I couldn't be the Mom I am today and I am happy to call them my friends and a few my "sisters." I take back what I said last week about being called Supermom. I was dealing with some issues that mad me feel very un super and at that moment I didn't feel I had earned the title. After talking with some people and especially my mom, I learned a few things. To some people I do look like Super Mom,I juggle four kids, a husband, two businesses and a household. I appreciate the comment and thank you to those who look up to me and who truly think I am supermom. I know I can improve on myself and I know I can constantly learn more. picture credit to Perfect Pix'l Photography

Gut Instinct

This weekend on the way home from Banff, me and the girls were about ten minutes away from home when we came up and over a crest of a hill. At the bottom was a well dressed older gentleman with a hat and gloves on and he had his thumb out. I knew instantly in my gut that I had to see what was up, however I was not alone and had two other ladies to think about. As we drove closer to him, my head started following my gut and I checked behind me to make sure I wasn't being to closely followed by anyone. The truck in front of me signaled and turned left into a road approach and I pulled the van over to the right about ten meters away from the man. Rolling down the window I heard him tell the people in the truck that he was going to catch a ride with us. He came and introduced himself with a big smile. He told us his name, that he lived on top of the hill and needed to go into town to pick up his wife's car and that she was in Victoria. He asked if we would give him a ride to town. I didn't even think twice as I nodded and said yes. My girlfriends were laughing by this time and I'm sure they thought I was nuts. The gentleman asked us where we were from and we told him, and how long each of us had lived here. Still laughing I told him I was born and raised here and that I thought it was hilarious that I just picked up Santa Clause. Yes as embarrassing as it sounds I just called him Santa. it really just fell out of my mouth. I have a habit of not thinking before I speak, to my defense he did look a lot like the jolly old man. He was bigger build, a white goatee and beard. He also had a jolly laugh and a great contagious positive attitude. However much he look like Santa the whole van went quiet and he chuckled to himself and said "Well, actually I am" I was speechless. I had really just picked up Santa. He went on to explain that he had indeed been the town Santa for seventeen years. Serving the town at the annual Christmas light up our town holds every year. Having been born and raised here (26 years)and having attended the light up for most of those years I was flabbergasted, I had probably sat on the mans knee countless times and now here I am picking up Santa as a hitch hiker. We chit chatted with him for the rest of the way. He regaled us with a tale about hitch hiking to his sons basketball game. We arrived to town, pulled into the dealership and he tried to get out but I had the child locks on, laughing I got out and let him out. He gave us some money for a bottle of wine. Getting back in the car I knew the girls were going to let me have it but before they could I explained about my gut instinct. I had to stop, I know hitch hikers are not safe to pick up but I had to. I knew that if I did not, I would think about it for a long time. I really don't think picking up hitch hikers is a great idea, it all depends on the circumstances. Use your gut and listen to your heart, you'll never know what will happen. In my case I met a great, funny, and high standing community member and have a great story to tell.

MONDAY

Pretty sure Mondays suck for everyone, and if they don't then you probably have days like Monday at some point in your week. My Monday started out horrible, actually it really all started last night. After being away for the weekend at a stagette, I arrived home and we were off to a first birthday party. We spent the afternoon there and after coming home for dinner and doing some computer work,I was out the door for a business meeting and a card making class. By the time I got home it was time for bed, where had my weekend gone? I was exhausted and as soon as my head hit the pillow I was out. The Alarm woke me up when it was time for the Hubs to get up. Alarm clocks are one of my pet peeves, they wake you up in the worse way. The hubs and I have very different views on how an alarm clock should sound. I like a happy chirping sound and he like the blasting beeping and honking. Right now we have this alarm that starts out so nice and chirpy and then starts blasting. GAH!!! I hate it. He then rolls over on the third or fourth time and snuggles with me. He so warm and comfy and I usually fall back to sleep. He then leaves me and gets ready and leaves the house. My alarm goes off a bit later and usually I am awake before it and I was today. Groggy and still very sleepy I got up, got ready and then came out to greet the kids. The house is a mess! I didn't do dishes last night (was in a hurry) and neither did the hubs (he cooked and put kids to bed)So the house is a mess, dishes on the counter, breakfast on the table, toys and clothes everywhere, all the kids still in pjs even though I asked twice before I got up for them to get dressed. The baby is in her bed still and happy until I walk past and then she starts crying. This is when I remember today is Carvers leader day. Oh NO. First, I didn't make a snack. Second he had extra homework that was due today, on top of the puzzle piece that's due on his leader day. Third he needs to find a show and share. Oh yes and now I remember the Hubs telling me he didn't have time to make lunches. Quickly I ran down stairs grabbed things for C to make his snowman with, back up (my leg is still killing me from boot camp)set him all up with it, he then made it while I was making lunches and asking him the questions that are on his puzzle piece. N is screaming in her crib, K is running around naked, not able to find the outfit she wants, and J is looking for pants as usual. At this point I want to crawl back into bed pull the covers over my head and hide. But atlas I can not. We have the 2 boys that need to be in class in less than half an hour. The rush is on! Finish making three lunches, grab the screaming baby, find J pants, get K's specific outfit, let the dog out, change over laundry so I don't have to re wash it(AGAIN)and sit with C and help him finish the snowman. K and J are finally dressed, and C is packing his bag. Everyone needs their snow stuff since is -20 degrees today. They get dressed while I change the baby finally. Getting the baby in her seat I check on the older three. K needs her coat zipped, J can't find his mitts and C is still looking at me no snow pants, mitts, coat or boots. I finally lose my cool we are officially LATE. It takes everything I have once again to keep going and not say okay forget it no school. Oh so tempting. At 845 we are finally loaded in the van. We get to the school, I sign the boys in and walk them to their classes (which lucky me, are on opposite sided of the school)C's teacher patiently waits as I get C settled and then J and I make a dash for J's class. His teacher doesn't even stop what she is doing and keeps teaching as he comes in and gets settled. Finally my morning can stop for a few seconds at I sit in the driver seat trying not to bash my head on the steering wheel. Did I mention I am still wearing my pjs? That my hair is a mess? and I still have make up on from Saturday night? Yes now its time to drive home and have a shower, spend time with the girls until K has school at noon and I have leader day at C's class. I still have a ton of things to do, shower, feed N, COFFEE, do a blog post hehehe and some business work, emails and more but now I can breathe my Monday has just begun but the rush is over and really can it get any worse? (Yes I knocked on wood)