Friday, January 1, 2010
Claire's first blog post...phonetic spelling at its best
VAN DUiNEN DEB JON CLAIRE DAVID JACOB FAMIOY
COUSINS JABN TANA ASR ATSRA AGARN
RBE ATDAN AGPAL
ATCLN AGJL NOWA
COUSINS JABN TANA ASR ATSRA AGARN
RBE ATDAN AGPAL
ATCLN AGJL NOWA
claire and the tooth fairy
As I fumbled around trying to find her two teeth under her pillow at 11:30pm, Claire sat upright in bed.
"I knew it was you Mum", she said.
"What are you talking about? I'm just tucking you in Sweet Pea" I responded, trying to cover up.
"I knew it was you Mum", she said.
"What are you talking about? I'm just tucking you in Sweet Pea" I responded, trying to cover up.
Sunday, December 6, 2009
I need my kids...
This past week it snowed for the first time this winter season. On Thursday, we woke up to the world carpeted in pure white.
My first reaction was to sigh and lament the extra work involved in scraping off the car and getting the kids dressed in their hats, mittens, snowpants, boots.
My kids, on the other hand, were so excited. They were outside playing in the snow at 7:45, shreiking with delight as they rolled around in, played with, and ate the snow.
I needed them to remind me of the magic and beauty in snow.
My first reaction was to sigh and lament the extra work involved in scraping off the car and getting the kids dressed in their hats, mittens, snowpants, boots.
My kids, on the other hand, were so excited. They were outside playing in the snow at 7:45, shreiking with delight as they rolled around in, played with, and ate the snow.
I needed them to remind me of the magic and beauty in snow.
Monday, August 31, 2009
random thoughts
claire's first day of kindergarten is tomorrow.
jacob is obsessed with wearing shoes, especially ones that are 3 sizes too big.
david loves his new rollerblades, loves to tell people that his dad has some too.
am reading american wife right now. so very interesting.
have started collecting data for my dissertation. never thought i'd actually get to this part.
jon's latest fascination is with ripstiks.
have been dialoguing with friends about the book 40 good reasons not to have kids.
the kids and i picked 8 lbs of blueberries last week.
jon and i have found a new tv show to love and cherish. we miss the days of west wing, six feet under, and the wire. now, we've launched onto mad men. episode 3 and we're officially hooked.
jacob is a very loud kid.
i'm reading the lion, the witch and the wardrobe to claire and david. they are scared of the white witch. claire can't understand why aslan would die. they thought that the witch gave edmund "meat" (their interpretation of turkish...turkey delight). how i love that book.
claire is obsessed with bead art. you put tiny beads on molds and then iron them together. she does this for hours and hours. it's fun to see the patterns she comes up with.
claire's inventive practices also fascinate me. she got the idea of putting a broken crayon in a marker cap/lid so that it's easier to hold. it really does work.
david loves, absolutely loves playing soccer. if only he wouldn't fall down from laughing all the time.
jacob is 1 1/2 going on 5. he has to do everything the big kids are doing. this includes flossing his teeth and using mouthwash.
that's all for now.
jacob is obsessed with wearing shoes, especially ones that are 3 sizes too big.
david loves his new rollerblades, loves to tell people that his dad has some too.
am reading american wife right now. so very interesting.
have started collecting data for my dissertation. never thought i'd actually get to this part.
jon's latest fascination is with ripstiks.
have been dialoguing with friends about the book 40 good reasons not to have kids.
the kids and i picked 8 lbs of blueberries last week.
jon and i have found a new tv show to love and cherish. we miss the days of west wing, six feet under, and the wire. now, we've launched onto mad men. episode 3 and we're officially hooked.
jacob is a very loud kid.
i'm reading the lion, the witch and the wardrobe to claire and david. they are scared of the white witch. claire can't understand why aslan would die. they thought that the witch gave edmund "meat" (their interpretation of turkish...turkey delight). how i love that book.
claire is obsessed with bead art. you put tiny beads on molds and then iron them together. she does this for hours and hours. it's fun to see the patterns she comes up with.
claire's inventive practices also fascinate me. she got the idea of putting a broken crayon in a marker cap/lid so that it's easier to hold. it really does work.
david loves, absolutely loves playing soccer. if only he wouldn't fall down from laughing all the time.
jacob is 1 1/2 going on 5. he has to do everything the big kids are doing. this includes flossing his teeth and using mouthwash.
that's all for now.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
I haven't been blogging lately...
...but I have been resonating with a book titled: Bad Mother: A Chronicle of Maternal Crimes, Minor Calamities, and Occasional Moments of Grace (Ayelet Waldman)
David and the roll of peppermints
I'm not sure if the third time is the charm but I managed to survive my third trip to my parents sans Jon.
I bribed. I overindulged my kids with candy. I bought them lots of timbits. I let them listen to the Robert Munsch storytelling CD seven times even though I was annoyed with it the first time. At one point in the trip when all three of them were either whining, crying or complaining, I put in a Natalie Merchant CD and turned up the music very loud.
But, all in all, it was another great experience.
Here are two David memories.
On the drive to Stouffville, I remember (as I think back on it) that he was very quiet for a two hour stretch. At the time I assumed he was just listening to the music. As I cleaned up the car after getting to my parents though, I realized just what was keeping him quiet. We had stopped at my grandparents' place in Sarnia and they had given us a roll of peppermints to take with us. Somehow that brand new roll of peppermints ended up in David's possession. As I discovered, he entertained himself during that two hour stretch by sampling every since peppermint in that roll. Some were dissolved in various stages - they were nicely placed in a semi-circle around his car seat. Others must have been consumed in their entirety.
On the drive home, I tried to limit his sugar intake. I gave a rather large bag of trail mix to David and had a long talk wit him about ratios, about how he needed to eat five nuts or raisins for every M&M and how he WASN"T allowed to eat all the M&Ms. Once again, as I recall, there was a stretch of our trip home when David was very quiet. At the time, I think I assumed he was busy counting. When I got home and discovered the bag of trail mix, I found out that dear David did not grasp the concept of ratios but that he had taken to heart my command to not eat all the M&Ms. There was one M&M left in the bag. The bag was still full.
I bribed. I overindulged my kids with candy. I bought them lots of timbits. I let them listen to the Robert Munsch storytelling CD seven times even though I was annoyed with it the first time. At one point in the trip when all three of them were either whining, crying or complaining, I put in a Natalie Merchant CD and turned up the music very loud.
But, all in all, it was another great experience.
Here are two David memories.
On the drive to Stouffville, I remember (as I think back on it) that he was very quiet for a two hour stretch. At the time I assumed he was just listening to the music. As I cleaned up the car after getting to my parents though, I realized just what was keeping him quiet. We had stopped at my grandparents' place in Sarnia and they had given us a roll of peppermints to take with us. Somehow that brand new roll of peppermints ended up in David's possession. As I discovered, he entertained himself during that two hour stretch by sampling every since peppermint in that roll. Some were dissolved in various stages - they were nicely placed in a semi-circle around his car seat. Others must have been consumed in their entirety.
On the drive home, I tried to limit his sugar intake. I gave a rather large bag of trail mix to David and had a long talk wit him about ratios, about how he needed to eat five nuts or raisins for every M&M and how he WASN"T allowed to eat all the M&Ms. Once again, as I recall, there was a stretch of our trip home when David was very quiet. At the time, I think I assumed he was busy counting. When I got home and discovered the bag of trail mix, I found out that dear David did not grasp the concept of ratios but that he had taken to heart my command to not eat all the M&Ms. There was one M&M left in the bag. The bag was still full.
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