T minus 4 hours until Plante Vacation 2009 begins. In honour of this blessed event I was trying to find some summer songs to listen to and came across some classics like Summer in the City (although this certainly would not apply to O-Town this year) and Summer Breeze. One of my favs by Don Henley and I remember grooving to this one back in the day.
I came across this song by Mungo Jerry (LOVE that name) and although I really like the song, I giggled my ass off watching the video. Get that guy a dentist and a razor!!!
Here are some lyrics from Pinch me by the Barenaked Ladies that reminds me of when I was a kid and the days of summer were long and hot and I am sure I did this on many an occassion. Remember?
It's the perfect time of day
To throw all your cares away
Put the sprinkler on the lawn
And run through with my gym shorts on.
Take a drink right from the hose
And change into some drier clothes
Climb the stairs up to my room
Sleep away the afternoon.
In just a few hours I will be in slow mode and anxiously awaiting a visit to Collingwood, where we will be spending our time on beaches, having picnics and discovering fossils. Marineland is next on the docket and we have one very, very excited 6 year old who is exactly 48 inches and can ride on almost every single ride there. He will have his first roller experience...yikes! We will end it all at a stay in 1000 Islands, we are staying here. Marc and I got married at this very spot 8 years ago. I am also SO hoping I get to see this wonderful, brilliant, gorgeous and wickedly funny girl, my old friend, for a spot of tea on our way home. Keep your fingers crossed!
Happy summer everyone!
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Eggs and freckles
Earlier this week we got the news that Aiden has probably out grown his egg allergy and we can start slowly introducing it back into his diet. His joy and 'egg-citement' was evident as he yelled several "YOO-HOO's" as we left the doctors office. The smile and the non-stop chatter about who he was going to tell and how he was going to share the news made my chest burst with love and a ton of relief. A TON of it I tell ya! The first thing that came to my mind was birthday parties. They will be so different for him now. He doesn't have to be the kid who doesn't get a piece of the cake anymore. I don't have to call parents to see what's on the menu in fear of it containing eggs. I don't have to watch his face crumple in disappointment when he's told he can't share something sweet with his friends because his little body can't tolerate it. Yes, it was a ton of relief indeed.
We went to Toys R Us as a treat afterwards and he continued to share his news with a lady stocking the shelves, a little boy and his mom in the Ben 10 section and the guy at the check out. These strangers genuinely shared his 'egg-citement' as they gave him hi-five's and congratulated him.
East Side Marios was the next stop for a bite to eat and some bonding. He wanted to have something on the menu that had eggs in it. I gave him several options but he decided he wanted pizza, which has zero egg content but it is his favourite food. Marc suggested pancakes with egg in it for supper. He agreed and he talked about helping me make them and how he was going to touch an egg...for the very first time.
I got lost in the moment as he chattered on endlessly in his complete and utter joy. My love was immense for this little boy with the beautiful freckles who sat across from me. He was completely caught up in his own little world with so much emotion and happiness. A completely wonderful world that just opened a very big door for him.
We went to Toys R Us as a treat afterwards and he continued to share his news with a lady stocking the shelves, a little boy and his mom in the Ben 10 section and the guy at the check out. These strangers genuinely shared his 'egg-citement' as they gave him hi-five's and congratulated him.
East Side Marios was the next stop for a bite to eat and some bonding. He wanted to have something on the menu that had eggs in it. I gave him several options but he decided he wanted pizza, which has zero egg content but it is his favourite food. Marc suggested pancakes with egg in it for supper. He agreed and he talked about helping me make them and how he was going to touch an egg...for the very first time.
I got lost in the moment as he chattered on endlessly in his complete and utter joy. My love was immense for this little boy with the beautiful freckles who sat across from me. He was completely caught up in his own little world with so much emotion and happiness. A completely wonderful world that just opened a very big door for him.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
I'm so tired...
My eyes are burning, my body is slow to move and when anyone speaks to me it sounds like the nasally "mwa-mwa-mwa-mwa" just like all the adults sound in the Charlie Brown cartoons. Thanks to Marissa for wanting to play the soose in my mouth/eye/ear game until almost midnight. The game really is not that cute after 8pm.
The weather outside doesn't make it any better. It is cold. And grey. And it is July. I grew up in Newfoundland where you never put away your winter coat...ever. You could get snow in June and the first frost in August. You think I would be conditioned to this type of weather. But I am not. I want the heat and at this point I would take the humidity. I want to hear people complain about how hot it is. I want to see the sun. I want to slather on layers of sunscreen and swim in Moniques gorgeous, blue, salt water, inground pool. Instead, I am wearing long pants, and shoes that don't allow my pretty painted toes to peak out in fear or losing one to frostbite, and a sweater vest over my shirt...in JULY!!!
So, I'm shaking the tiredness and forgetting the coolness of the outside by listening to some music to get me moving. I was inspired, as usual, when I visit here. Right now I am listening to Paper Planes by MIA. I feel better and not quite as groggy.
I am going to have that 2nd cup of coffee though.
The weather outside doesn't make it any better. It is cold. And grey. And it is July. I grew up in Newfoundland where you never put away your winter coat...ever. You could get snow in June and the first frost in August. You think I would be conditioned to this type of weather. But I am not. I want the heat and at this point I would take the humidity. I want to hear people complain about how hot it is. I want to see the sun. I want to slather on layers of sunscreen and swim in Moniques gorgeous, blue, salt water, inground pool. Instead, I am wearing long pants, and shoes that don't allow my pretty painted toes to peak out in fear or losing one to frostbite, and a sweater vest over my shirt...in JULY!!!
So, I'm shaking the tiredness and forgetting the coolness of the outside by listening to some music to get me moving. I was inspired, as usual, when I visit here. Right now I am listening to Paper Planes by MIA. I feel better and not quite as groggy.
I am going to have that 2nd cup of coffee though.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Babies...let's have a bunch.
According to C.D. Howe Institute what Canada needs is more babies. Really? I mean REALLY?
As much as I would like to keep making contributions to the next generation and to ensure my pension and retirement is not impacted too much, I am pretty sure I'm done having babies. My ovaries are waving little white flags announcing their retirement despite their lack of of funding and inability to travel to Europe every summer.
The memory of puking for 9 straight months (and doing it quietly and efficiently so you don't disturb your sleeping husband), the constipation, swollen ankles and boobs the size of watermelons are still way too fresh in my mind. The lack of sleep, colic and breast feeding issues are not something I am eager to repeat now that they are no longer a part of my life. The information about pregnancy that is thrown at you and gives you nightmares (or at the very least may cause you to give birth to an 8lb tele-tubby)...no eating deli meat, tuna, caesar salad or lead-based paint chips. No plastic containers or water bottles, no colouring your hair, no sex with random strangers (which is not something I would do but just proves that I am not getting any younger).
Me thinks Canada is going to have to rely on other people to have the babies.
But why does my belly have butterflies when I see, smell or hold a new baby? Is the universe whispering to me, telling me to continue to populate Canada? I mean, I have 2 of the most gorgeous kids in the entire universe, who am I to withold adding more perfection to it?
As much as I would like to keep making contributions to the next generation and to ensure my pension and retirement is not impacted too much, I am pretty sure I'm done having babies. My ovaries are waving little white flags announcing their retirement despite their lack of of funding and inability to travel to Europe every summer.
The memory of puking for 9 straight months (and doing it quietly and efficiently so you don't disturb your sleeping husband), the constipation, swollen ankles and boobs the size of watermelons are still way too fresh in my mind. The lack of sleep, colic and breast feeding issues are not something I am eager to repeat now that they are no longer a part of my life. The information about pregnancy that is thrown at you and gives you nightmares (or at the very least may cause you to give birth to an 8lb tele-tubby)...no eating deli meat, tuna, caesar salad or lead-based paint chips. No plastic containers or water bottles, no colouring your hair, no sex with random strangers (which is not something I would do but just proves that I am not getting any younger).
Me thinks Canada is going to have to rely on other people to have the babies.
But why does my belly have butterflies when I see, smell or hold a new baby? Is the universe whispering to me, telling me to continue to populate Canada? I mean, I have 2 of the most gorgeous kids in the entire universe, who am I to withold adding more perfection to it?
Thursday, July 2, 2009
The first of many disappointments....sadly
Our neighbour has a fishing boat in his driveway that has long been admired by Aiden. Recently a for sale sign has gone up on it.
When news of the sale reached Aiden, he could not contain his excitement. He came running into the house asking for his change jar because...and I quote "that boat is mine mom". His dad and I tried to tell him that he didn't have enough money in his change jar to buy a boat like that. But with a fierce determination he grabbed 2 handfuls of change and went to buy this boat. We watched our little boy march over and with a shy smile made his first offer. Moments later Aiden came racing in the house once again, leapt up the stairs and with heart pounding excitement told us the neighbour needed "a little more than that'. So he grabbed another handful of change and went back outside, leaving a trail of pennies and dimes behind him. Sadly, the offer was still not enough.
Marc and I laughed at the sweetness and innocence of it but quietly my heart hurt for him. I wanted to buy the boat just so I didn't have to see those blue eyes well up.
His disappointment was soon forgotten by hugs and the promise of ice cream.
I only hope all his disappointments are as easily forgotten, but in reality we know life can be harsh.
And although I may not always have the power to take the hurt away, I will always be there with the promise of hugs and ice cream to help him through it.
When news of the sale reached Aiden, he could not contain his excitement. He came running into the house asking for his change jar because...and I quote "that boat is mine mom". His dad and I tried to tell him that he didn't have enough money in his change jar to buy a boat like that. But with a fierce determination he grabbed 2 handfuls of change and went to buy this boat. We watched our little boy march over and with a shy smile made his first offer. Moments later Aiden came racing in the house once again, leapt up the stairs and with heart pounding excitement told us the neighbour needed "a little more than that'. So he grabbed another handful of change and went back outside, leaving a trail of pennies and dimes behind him. Sadly, the offer was still not enough.
Marc and I laughed at the sweetness and innocence of it but quietly my heart hurt for him. I wanted to buy the boat just so I didn't have to see those blue eyes well up.
His disappointment was soon forgotten by hugs and the promise of ice cream.
I only hope all his disappointments are as easily forgotten, but in reality we know life can be harsh.
And although I may not always have the power to take the hurt away, I will always be there with the promise of hugs and ice cream to help him through it.
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