Monthly Archives: May 2013

May 24, 2013 · 1:04 am

My Second Attempt to Live Blogging.

I rewrote the first line of this post like a million times before I decided on this one.

That’s how much I care about what goes on this Blog.

I carefully weigh each word I say

For I know, reading are they.

If I were speaking instead of writing you would experience the  improv aspect of my blog. Those who know me, know that I’m a good speaker and those who know me even better, know that I’m a bad writer. So if this is my bad writing. Imagine my speaking.

Or maybe I had it wrong all this time?

Only one way to find out.

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May 22, 2013 · 9:30 pm

This gave me an idea for a future post…

 Kids are asleep; Jack is watching the game upstairs. He’ll probably come down at the commercial.

I can hear A1 “Mom! I can’t sleep!”. I’ll let Jack deal with her.

All it takes is for you  to let the “I can’t sleep” or “I had a bad dream” slide one time and it’s over. Same goes for everything else. We’re not cruel, if they really can’t sleep or had a bad dream we do what we gotta do, but when they come down saying “I had a bad dream” 45 seconds after you’ve put them to bed, usually that’s a good hint that they’re faking.

Jack was unloading the dishwasher during the first period. Now that’s love. Our Hockey team is eliminated from the playoffs but it doesn’t mean there’s going to be less hockey watching until the end of the playoffs. I’m praying that no one scores while he’s busy doing something for me. Or else it will be the end of me…

And they score!

He came running to the TV. “That’s why they have replays.” I said. “It’s not the same!” he replied, then grabbed a pillow and threw it straight into my face and went back to the dishwasher.

Such a simple creature…

I wish throwing a pillow would be enough to calm me down.

“Hmm, this is interesting” I just murmured to myself.

Jack: What’s interesting? (He’s here now)

I’m not even going to attempt to explain it to him, for his attention is already back into the game.

 

 

 

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A1 explaining fertilisation to A2: “Daddy’s hairs go into mommy’s tummy”

A1 explaining fertilisation to A2

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May 21, 2013 · 10:41 pm
May 21, 2013 · 1:32 am

Positive Vibes for a Little Butterfly

You’re sitting in the hospital waiting room. You’ve brought your child in for fever.  “It’s just fever, maybe it’s just a virus” some have told you. You’ve probably Googled “ When to consult if fever” , but yet you’re here, at the hospital. Why? Because your gut told you.

That “gut” is your motherly instinct and you’ve done a great job following it.

You know your child best. You know when they’re not their usual self.

Now, I want to ask anyone reading this to send a positive healthy thought towards this mommy’s little girl waiting to see the dr.

If we all pitch in sending positive vibes, hopefully they will tell her it’s nothing but a virus and quickly send her back home.

Tell your friends.

I will keep you posted.

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May 21, 2013 · 1:03 am

Beat the Voices Inside Your Head

I’m losing concentration…I can hear a TV on really low, but it’s not mine. Could I be hearing a neighbour’s TV ? I mean the houses here are pretty close together… What if it’s not the TV? What if I’m hearing voices in my head? Ok I’m getting paranoid again. My heart rate just went up a notch.

Stop.

I’m closing my eyes and focusing on my breathing.  I suddenly forget what was bothering me and I move on. I just did it now and it’s worked so well that I don’t remember what was freaking me out in the first place.

So I’m going to look up and read.

Oh ya the noise. I just realized, it’s coming from my TV. I thought it was on Mute, but it wasn’t. It’s just really really low.

Oups. lol

You see how crazy we can get when our mind is not at peace.

I’m learning…

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May 21, 2013 · 12:45 am

The truth about Victoria day

So today was Victoria Day. Or so they said.

Before I started writing this post, I actually Googled: “Victoria Day” to find out if it was actually today.

All I know, is that today, the kids didn’t have school. That means, 3 kids, 3 meals, 2 naps (A1 won’t bend), an outing, baths if necessary (usually only A2), 3 simultaneous but completely different bed time routines including the flapping arm thing I mentioned, a story and 3 warm milks of different preparations and presentations of course. Oh ya, and forgot to mention, endless diaper changes.

So thank You Queen Victoria for letting my husband stay home from work today.

(And then I bow)

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May 21, 2013 · 12:34 am

So This Once Doesn’t Have a Title

So coming to you live, it’s now past midnight and I’m still up. Did you think I was kidding when I say : I don’t sleep?!

Its ok, I’ll sleep when I’m old.

Jack went upstairs 3 hours earlier to get something and never came back.  I found him later, he was knocked out, Exhausted.

What am I doing up? Talking to you.

I just got an idea for a post…

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May 20, 2013 · 10:13 pm

6 Months Old Flapping Arm

We just put all of the kids to sleep.  Putting A3 to bed is starting to get tricky. She’s going to be 6 months soon  and her arms moves uncontrollably. At that age they have this weird arm flapping motion. At bed time their arm starts flapping as if they’re trying to whack a fly, they get all excited and then you can forget about them sleeping. Then as soon as that’s done with and they’re starting to dose off, they grab and pull their own ear or pull their own hair, wake themselves up and then cry as if someone else did it.

So you need to gently hold their arms down and try to find a comfortable position for them. Supposing baby is lying on the back, you can fold over the blanket under one arm and place the other arm on their tummy.

Once you control the arm situation, it’s all good… for a while, until they’re 7 months old and  then it’s something else!

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May 19, 2013 · 11:35 pm

BIG NEWS in my little blog world. I’VE BEEN NOMINTATED FOR A BLOG AWARD!!!

I’ve been nominated for the Inspirational Blog award and I am truly honored.

Ok, no need to play it cool…I AM EXCITED LIKE A LITTLE SCHOOL GIRL..!!!

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May 19, 2013 · 11:10 pm

You never know what the next moment holds.

I’ll close the lights; maybe I won’t see the mess. I’m sitting in the “proper” living room right now, trying to get away from the family room. Just to let you know how “proper” it is here, there’s a tricycle right next to me.

People ask me “doesn’t it bother you?” of course I would love to have a perfectly organized and clean house… but that’s not my reality. I have an almost 2 year old whose second favorite hobby is emptying drawers and cupboards on the floor. There’s no secret stash child!

Her first favorite hobby is sticking her hand in the toilet. You all know that by now.

We try to keep them busy over the weekend by doing activities. We played outside, A2 ate gravel, we drew on the sidewalk, A2 ate the chalk, we made bubbles, A2 drank the bubble soap. Before the day was over she went through 4 outfit changes and finally 10 minutes before bed time she stuck her whole arm in the toilet. Jack had to hold her while I washed her; we scrubbed her as if she was going in to perform surgery. “Scrub harder” Jack insisted. It’s just toilet water, no big deal.

Just as we thought the day was over, we found her in the upstairs bathroom chugging a bottle of Jack’s contact lens cleaning liquid.

After they were all put to bed, I went outside for some fresh air. “I’m outside” I told Jack. Sat on my front porch, exchanged a few texts with some friends and they came by to pick me up for a little drive. We drive up and go watch the mansions sometimes, dream big a little, chit chat a little and I’m usually back home within a half hour.

This time, I came back home 5 hours later, drunk with a glow stick necklace around my neck.

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Think about it, I’ll explain later…

You have more power over your personality than you think. You choose.

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May 18, 2013 · 4:01 pm
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You get to choo…

You get to choose your emotions. I choose happy. And so I am.

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May 18, 2013 · 4:00 pm
May 16, 2013 · 1:34 pm

Open Up Your Ears Secrets are Being Told

If your eyes are closed to the truth, then at least, open your ears.  Listen, secrets are being shared, advice is being offered, the wise are speaking of their experiences but the young are unable to focus for one moment.

Listen, without thinking about what you want to say next. Just listen.

Good advice can go a long way on one condition. It can only prove its worth when it’s taken.

Good advice is hard to take, because it means we have to do something someone else is telling us to do. We don’t like that. We don’t like that at all. Instead, we take the long way to do things. We make all the mistakes we need to make and eventually, sometimes, we succeed.

I’ve learned to listen. I assure you it took me some time. My overanalytical self would constantly question, mainly “why” and “how”. I’ve learned it’s better to take it in, honor it, apply it and then observe. You will find the answers to the “why” and “how” for yourself and it will be your lesson and take you one step closer to wisdom.

Note that, most of the time, good advice is free and comes from the mouths of our loved ones, through stories, songs, or even straight up.

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May 15, 2013 · 10:49 pm

The Whole Truth and Nothing but the Truth

Daddy has to be at work most of the time, so that leaves me with the three little ones. Needless to say things do get out of control. Having three doesn’t even justify it, because it was the very same way when I only had one. Crayons get eaten every day, it’s part of our daily diet, a new food group. Heck, let’s be honest, toxic markers get eaten too. As for toilet water, it has become a regular cocktail. A2 went for it again today. It must be something good. Maybe I should try it too…

Don’t fight the chaos, embrace it, enjoy it and laugh!   They have a life time to be proper, and not drink toilet water or eat ladybugs. Today, they are kids and being proper, or clean for that matter, doesn’t matter to them. They live in a world where anything goes and everything is always ok. They welcome us there with open arms, but most times we’re not interested. We’re too busy thinking about the mess, the laundry piling up and the mountain of dishes sitting in the sink.  Sometimes, my sink is so full that the glassware at the bottom of it breaks.

One day, I took a few pictures of the mess. I’ll put it in my blog, I thought. You’ll never believe what happened next. Do you know why I didn’t put them up? I was actually ashamed.

“What? You know shame?” (I talk to myself sometimes, bare with me please)

But today, I’ve decided to post them. I want mothers everywhere to see that they are not alone.

Feel free to share, if you think it might encourage fellow parents.

P.S I hope I’m not shooting myself in the foot right now.

The Mess

I heard that!

We clean up, pick up everyday. Believe it or not!

I’ve never paid real close attention to this picture. I just noticed the phone that’s unhooked behind A3, no wonder I don’t get any calls.

We place A3 up there and block the passage with two foot rests to protect her from A2′s grip.

It never really worked…

You can see the overflowing sink as promised.

In the middle, you can see a card board box we turned into a house. A house with one wall!

That’s what I was doing instead of cleaning up…oh ya, that and taking pictures!

As I mentioned, those foot rests placed by A3 to keep A2 away never really worked.
I should’ve known better. A2 could climb anything by the age of 6 months.
Hmmm…. I have a picture I’ve got to find and post.

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May 13, 2013 · 1:44 pm

Stepping Stones

Sometimes I get anxious just thinking about everything that I want to do. I want to do so much, yet days are so short, weeks go by so fast and years just seem to be flying by.

Sometimes I wonder, why are we given so much motivation, so much drive and so much passion, when we might never have time to answer to all of those needs within this life span.

I think about it and I quiver. I really do. My hands are shaking from it right now.

Right now, I’m just trying to tame this feeling inside me. I have young children now, and I should be focused on them. Only them. They deserve it.

“Don’t worry about it now; you have your whole life ahead of you”

Makes sense. I’m trying to convince myself of that.

How do you make it big without making your children pay the price?  Is it possible to be a great mother and have a successful career all at the same time?

I’m seeking answers.

When I seek, I usually find. But before finding, I learn, I learn a lot.

Right now I’m still learning. I’ve learned that not many will want the best for you. Not many, if any, can be really happy for you. Genuinely, honestly, transparently happy for you.

One has to be in a very peaceful and balanced mind set, to be able to truly want the best for you and help you get there. It’s not that people are bad intentioned, it’s just that, they might not be there just yet. It takes a lot to want the best for someone as much as you want it for yourself.

While seeking for answers, I have to ask questions. My questions, such as this one, expose my weaknesses. My exposed weaknesses attract predators. Such is the law of nature.

People tend to use other people as stepping stones to get to where they want to get. I don’t mind being a stepping stone as long as you will turn around, and lend a hand to pull me up, once you’re up there. There seems to be more stepping, than pulling.

Be true to yourself, don’t get distracted, focus on what you want for yourself and not what others want for you. You’re idea of success, happiness, love or wealth can differ from another’s.

Decide what you want. Then go for it. Don’t wait. Time is passing by, oh so quickly.

Baby just woke up.

Gotta go!

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May 12, 2013 · 10:33 pm

A2 drank from the toilet. Cheers!

Kids are finally asleep. Jack’s watching the games… Seems like all my posts starts the same way.

So A2 drank toilet water today. We were at my inlaw’s house, when Jack caught her standing in front of the toilet bowl, sucking on a wet hand towel whose other end was still in the toilet. Yey!

He called for me. By the time I got there everyone was gathered in the bathroom. I asked A1 “You went to the bathroom last,please tell me you didn’t forget to flush!”. There was water everywhere and she was soaked. We started to clean up when we realized she had gotten away again. “There’s another bathroom on this floor!” Jack yelled out. We ran to the bedroom bathroom and found her there plotting her next drink.

I wish I was the one who caught her doing that. I would’ve probably left her and ran for my camera.

Oh ya, and no, A1 hadn’t forgotten to flush!  Good girl.

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May 7, 2013 · 2:21 pm

Straight from my heart, a Mother’s day special

You look at me and what do you see?

You see me. You don’t see the jogging suit I’m wearing, my hair that’s a mess, my eyebrows that need help, the dark circles around my eyes, my pot belly … you don’t see any of that. You just see mom.

You see right through me. You see my soul.

You look at me and you learn.

I love you. Ever since I realized you can see inside me, I work every day to be a better person.

You stare into my eyes and wait for me to smile. And when I do, it makes your day. I see how you’re focused on me, even when I sometimes seem to be distracted by the world around me. But still, you’re looking at me.

My every word, my every move, my every emotion sculpts you. I want for you to grow up to be strong, expressive, brave, independent, self-aware, considerate and kind. For that, I work on me, every moment of every single day.

You deserve a strong, calm, focused and driven me.

And I will be that.

You will not understand the extent of my love for you and that’s alright with me. You will one day, turn your back on me and follow a life of your own, and that’s alright with me. For you will be even stronger, more expressive, braver, more independent, more self- aware, more considerate and kinder than me, and that’s all I’ll ever need.

One day, you might have children of your own, and only then will you understand how much I love you.

Mom, I love you. Thank you for who you have become for me. Today, I understand.

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May 5, 2013 · 11:02 pm

“Stop saying you’re a Hockey wife, you’re not a hockey wife.”

Game 3 of the first round is over.

Jack is in one of these moods…

“Stop saying you’re a Hockey wife, you’re not a hockey wife.”

So he says that, then the press conference starts with the Team coach and I know better than to argue with him during something he really wants to listen to.

This is what makes me a Hockey wife. You don’t need to be married to a professional Hockey player, as soon as hockey enters your wifely role in any shape or form, you are a hockey wife. During the playoffs, we can’t put the kids to bed until the period ends… not only am I a hockey wife but our children are Hockey kids!

We’re still watching the press conference, now it’s the opposite team’s coach speaking. I try to listen to what he’s saying. I understand the words individually but have to clue of the general idea. I just look at Jack’s face to know what I should feel about what he’s saying.

Same way our kids look at us to decide of their own emotions. That’s why you shouldn’t flip out when you see a spider. I did that once and saw the fear on  A1’s face. To be honest I’m not even that afraid of spiders, I’m just afraid of what one might do with that spider. I rather get over the disgust and dispose of it myself, instead of being chased around the house by a certain someone holding the squished thing in a Kleenex threatening to feed it to me.

 

 

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