A Corner Table in My World

“I love my kids.” It’s a simple statement really, and one that every single parent remarks on nearly every single day.   Maybe it’s a passing comment to a friend, a colleague, a relative or even a stranger.   Maybe it’s a reminder to yourself of why you agreed to do so much for/with your kids (i.e, driving them to gymnastics, taking them to skating, volunteering as a supervisor for a field trip…).   Or maybe it’s the mantra you repeat to yourself when things get tough, the kids get annoying and you need to remember that you really do just love your kids. I have to admit that most weeks “I love my kids” can be all three of those things for me. Ok, I’m not kidding anyone.   Every day that simple statement means all 3 of those things to me. Regardless though, it remains true.   Even when they are driving me absolutely, bat-shit crazy, I love my kids. Even when I have to lock myself in my room and pray for sanctuary… I love my...

So skating started at the beginning of the month and while it’s been somewhat hit-and-miss so far for Baby, it’s been a huge success for the Boy, at least compared to last year.    I think he remembers that by the end of the season last year he really loved skating lessons and skating in general, so when lessons started this time around he was absolutely gung-ho to get going, get on the ice and get skating.   He’s doing great so far too.   Which when I think back to this time last year, is a huge load off my shoulders. At least until I turn my attention to Baby. She really wanted to skate this year.   After watching her big brother and sister doing all of their ‘stuff’ last season, she really just wanted to be a part of the action (resulting in her registration in both gymnastics and skating).   She was all for it when we were buying helmets and trying to find skates, trying on skates and getting ready for the season.   Then we got there ...

The Boy is finally 5-years-old!!! I say finally because now that his birthday is over and done with for this year, I don’t have to listen to any more random “I want that for my birthday!” shouts.  (Of course, Christmas is just over 2 months away so before too much longer it’s going to be a chorus of “I want that for Christmas!” outbursts… Joy.)  But things worked out pretty well for the kid this year, he got what he needed, most of what he wanted and a few other things that not even he had thought of yet! From Cars stuff, Transformers stuff, clothes, crafts, and an actual Box Car, he was happily,  materialistically appeased and by the family and friends that managed to make the party he was very grateful.   Special thanks to Auntie B, Uncle G, Cousin J, Cousin G, Auntie M, ‘Auntie’ D, Luke and kids, and Grandma, Grandma and Grandpa for coming to the movie and to eat and play! Then we were off to Thanksgiving at the farm with the family.  ...

So the Boy really wanted a party with  a Bouncy House-thing which, unless I were to rent just a bouncy house, means the YMCA… again.  There’s nothing wrong with that, we’ve attended parties there that were fun and done well, but last year when we had the Boy’s party there we were really dissatisfied with the service, accommodations and “games” that we received.  The kids still had fun but considering the vast differences between what we’d been promised and what we actually got, we didn’t feel we got our money’s worth.  So… no YMCA. The Boy at 1-year-old Instead the Boy and I discussed things and decided on doing a movie party.  He was especially stoked for the idea when we discovered that Cars 2 (the “most awesome and cool movie ever!”) would be playing! So details on how that all goes will come later… (only a couple more days!) This last weekend I went to Edmonton and stayed with Jen and Ed (the “most awesome and cool” big sister and brother[in...