Rachelle from Ashford Photography took some pictures of me and the boys a month ago.
To say that I love them is an understatement.
She was able to capture the essence of these two angels of mine.
Thank you Rachelle!
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Have you ever seen such cuteness??
Rachelle from Ashford Photography took some pictures of me and the boys a month ago.
To say that I love them is an understatement.
She was able to capture the essence of these two angels of mine.
Thank you Rachelle!
Monday, November 21, 2011
I'm not Rosemary's Granddaughter.
In fact, I have no idea who Rosemary even is.
I do know who I am, and today I was smacked in the face with gratitude for being me.
I have written posts before about my upbringing, I don't need to go there again.
But I do want to go to a darker place, just in case I need a reminder on a less than stellar day.
I recently met someone who touched my soul in a way very few people do.
My very first impression of her wasn't great. It wasn't bad but I wasn't blown away or in awe or her like I am by some people I meet. Her hand shake was limp, and her voice was soft. To be honest, I often sum up person my their hand shake. Strike one for me.
For what ever reason; fate, karma, a lesson to be learned, this person was able to get past that first impression and on our third meeting confided something in me that wasn't necessarily ordinary, and sadly more prevalent than one would think, but I was surprised non the less. I remember thinking that it was odd that she would tell me a secret when she hardly knew me, but when I meet someone I'm comfortable with I have been known to share.
Today she showed up into my life again with her child in her arms and her eyes full of tears. Frustration that daycare wouldn't accept her son that day because he had a cold was the last thing she needed to worry about.
Imagine coming from a war torn country, living in a room no bigger than a storage room, living in fear every single day of your life. Imagine trying to raise a baby in that sort of chaos, a husband that was not there and wouldn't be there for 12 years, only to make his way back into your life to take advantage of you. Imagine not sending your son to school because you didn't have a decent lunch for him, living in a hotel that you didn't really know was trash but had no other place to stay because the house you just bought was being renovated and the contractor took you for a ride. Imagine the worst crap that you could possibly imagine and then thank your lucky stars that you are not living that life.
I gave this women a ride today to that crappy hotel, with her little son, because she was going to take a cab and I didn't want her to. Her Son needed to be in a car seat, not in a cab or waiting for a bus in subzero temperatures. A teeny, tiny gesture. One that was met with such gratitude that it made me thankful for all I have.
There are times in this life of mine where I am easily frustrated when things don't go as planned; kids not eating their fruits and veggies, not going to bed on time, daddy not helping me as much as I need or want him to, a perfectly furnished house, time to sleep, time to scrap, TIME.
I walked in my house today and was thankful to be there, thankful that my babies were mine and that they were loving little boys. Yes we have our issues but they are mine and I love them. I met Hubs at the door and told him I was thankful for this life. He knew something happened to spark my announcement and asked me about it. I was thankful for that and for the hugs that followed. I held J tonight while he fell asleep, just because I could, just to be able to smell his hair and stroke his soft little cheeks. Who the heck cares that Project Big Boy isn't progressing. He is healthy and happy and that is all that matters. I was thankful to just sit on the couch and watch a movie with M. He played a little longer, we cuddled a little longer, we giggled a little longer. Who cares that he didn't get to bed on time and wouldn't stay in bed. I was thankful for that extra bit of time.
I am absolutely certain that this woman is not looking for charity or pity. I think she just needed to unload some emotional baggage today and I happened to be put on the path that she was on. And while I am not overly religious, I do believe that our paths are scripted. Today I was meant to be there to help her in the tiniest way possibly.
I am far from perfect, but my life? I'll take it each and ever day.
In fact, I have no idea who Rosemary even is.
I do know who I am, and today I was smacked in the face with gratitude for being me.
I have written posts before about my upbringing, I don't need to go there again.
But I do want to go to a darker place, just in case I need a reminder on a less than stellar day.
I recently met someone who touched my soul in a way very few people do.
My very first impression of her wasn't great. It wasn't bad but I wasn't blown away or in awe or her like I am by some people I meet. Her hand shake was limp, and her voice was soft. To be honest, I often sum up person my their hand shake. Strike one for me.
For what ever reason; fate, karma, a lesson to be learned, this person was able to get past that first impression and on our third meeting confided something in me that wasn't necessarily ordinary, and sadly more prevalent than one would think, but I was surprised non the less. I remember thinking that it was odd that she would tell me a secret when she hardly knew me, but when I meet someone I'm comfortable with I have been known to share.
Today she showed up into my life again with her child in her arms and her eyes full of tears. Frustration that daycare wouldn't accept her son that day because he had a cold was the last thing she needed to worry about.
Imagine coming from a war torn country, living in a room no bigger than a storage room, living in fear every single day of your life. Imagine trying to raise a baby in that sort of chaos, a husband that was not there and wouldn't be there for 12 years, only to make his way back into your life to take advantage of you. Imagine not sending your son to school because you didn't have a decent lunch for him, living in a hotel that you didn't really know was trash but had no other place to stay because the house you just bought was being renovated and the contractor took you for a ride. Imagine the worst crap that you could possibly imagine and then thank your lucky stars that you are not living that life.
I gave this women a ride today to that crappy hotel, with her little son, because she was going to take a cab and I didn't want her to. Her Son needed to be in a car seat, not in a cab or waiting for a bus in subzero temperatures. A teeny, tiny gesture. One that was met with such gratitude that it made me thankful for all I have.
There are times in this life of mine where I am easily frustrated when things don't go as planned; kids not eating their fruits and veggies, not going to bed on time, daddy not helping me as much as I need or want him to, a perfectly furnished house, time to sleep, time to scrap, TIME.
I walked in my house today and was thankful to be there, thankful that my babies were mine and that they were loving little boys. Yes we have our issues but they are mine and I love them. I met Hubs at the door and told him I was thankful for this life. He knew something happened to spark my announcement and asked me about it. I was thankful for that and for the hugs that followed. I held J tonight while he fell asleep, just because I could, just to be able to smell his hair and stroke his soft little cheeks. Who the heck cares that Project Big Boy isn't progressing. He is healthy and happy and that is all that matters. I was thankful to just sit on the couch and watch a movie with M. He played a little longer, we cuddled a little longer, we giggled a little longer. Who cares that he didn't get to bed on time and wouldn't stay in bed. I was thankful for that extra bit of time.
I am absolutely certain that this woman is not looking for charity or pity. I think she just needed to unload some emotional baggage today and I happened to be put on the path that she was on. And while I am not overly religious, I do believe that our paths are scripted. Today I was meant to be there to help her in the tiniest way possibly.
I am far from perfect, but my life? I'll take it each and ever day.
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Early morning blogging
It has been weeks since i have had a decent night sleep.
It seems as though my body has this internal alarm clock that goes off after I have reached a four hour stretch of sleep.
Can't say that it is keeping me very sane...
So in an effort to tire my eyes and lull my brain back to sleep I give you some scrappyness of the very scary Halloween variety:
Our Halloween this year was interesting.
I was worried that it wasn't going to go well, as M was hesitant to wear his costume to school that day.
He was just being his normal 4 year old self.
The night of, he was still reluctant until I told him we were going to see our neighbours to get some candy.
Well. he was off and running after that.
It was the first year that he figured out and understood the whole ring the doorbell, say "Trick or Treat" and "Thank You" routine.
It was cool to see the look on his face.
My other sweet, sweet boy was also his normal 2 year old self just rearing to go.
He wanted to go into peoples houses, have a little visit, run through the streets, smash a pumpkin or two...
I took him home a little earlier than M just to save a little sanity.
The great thing about the age that they are at, is that we can do a spin around the block and we are done.
In one hour we were home and M was helping to hand out candy whilst J munched on a Smarty or ten.
I will admit that it was very difficult to get pictures of them this year...all of them were blurry.
I scrapped them anyways, doesn't bother me much as long as I have the story recorded of my little astronaut and my little Pablo's excellent Halloween adventure.
And on that note, I hear the pitter patter of little feet looking for me in the night.
Must go see what they want.
Nighty Night.
It seems as though my body has this internal alarm clock that goes off after I have reached a four hour stretch of sleep.
Can't say that it is keeping me very sane...
So in an effort to tire my eyes and lull my brain back to sleep I give you some scrappyness of the very scary Halloween variety:
Our Halloween this year was interesting.
I was worried that it wasn't going to go well, as M was hesitant to wear his costume to school that day.
He was just being his normal 4 year old self.
The night of, he was still reluctant until I told him we were going to see our neighbours to get some candy.
Well. he was off and running after that.
It was the first year that he figured out and understood the whole ring the doorbell, say "Trick or Treat" and "Thank You" routine.
It was cool to see the look on his face.
My other sweet, sweet boy was also his normal 2 year old self just rearing to go.
He wanted to go into peoples houses, have a little visit, run through the streets, smash a pumpkin or two...
I took him home a little earlier than M just to save a little sanity.
The great thing about the age that they are at, is that we can do a spin around the block and we are done.
In one hour we were home and M was helping to hand out candy whilst J munched on a Smarty or ten.
I will admit that it was very difficult to get pictures of them this year...all of them were blurry.
I scrapped them anyways, doesn't bother me much as long as I have the story recorded of my little astronaut and my little Pablo's excellent Halloween adventure.
And on that note, I hear the pitter patter of little feet looking for me in the night.
Must go see what they want.
Nighty Night.
Friday, November 11, 2011
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Temper, temper
Mornings in which I lose my temper are always the best.
Yes that is a lie.
I am always filled with a big cloud of guilt that lingers and ruins the majority of my day.
And for what?
Because someone didn't want to put his coat on,
which inevitably leads to us being late, him upset with me, me upset with him.
My inability to explain to him so he understands why he needs to wear a coat is frustrating.
His inability to understand why he needs to wear a coat?
Frustrating.
Putting stickers on the dishwasher was so much more fun than putting a coat on, I get it.
But trying to teach your children boundaries, limits, manners, morals, values and why it is important to eat fruits and vegetables...that is what is hard.
Especially when they are not quite ready to understand their actions, reactions and consequences.
And that my friends, is what is on my mind this sunny Tuesday morning.
Yes that is a lie.
I am always filled with a big cloud of guilt that lingers and ruins the majority of my day.
And for what?
Because someone didn't want to put his coat on,
which inevitably leads to us being late, him upset with me, me upset with him.
My inability to explain to him so he understands why he needs to wear a coat is frustrating.
His inability to understand why he needs to wear a coat?
Frustrating.
Putting stickers on the dishwasher was so much more fun than putting a coat on, I get it.
But trying to teach your children boundaries, limits, manners, morals, values and why it is important to eat fruits and vegetables...that is what is hard.
Especially when they are not quite ready to understand their actions, reactions and consequences.
And that my friends, is what is on my mind this sunny Tuesday morning.
Monday, November 7, 2011
October Project 12
Whaaaattttt??
To project 12 layouts completed in as many weeks???
Not to mention I used some product from Tina's Scrapbooking Creations for my DT assignment.
Killing two birds with one stone has been my mantra for the past 4 years weeks.
Where did I find the time?
No clue to be honest.
I rushed and because I did I am just mildly happy with my results.
But the funny little stories of my everyday life are told.
The picture of me and the boys....so my life.
One cooperating one not.
Here is Octobers sketch:
And my take on it:
I was pretty literal with the interpretation.
Anyways...Off to enjoy some more of this unreal weather we are having....14 degrees on November 7th....can you believe it.
Happy Fall!
To project 12 layouts completed in as many weeks???
Not to mention I used some product from Tina's Scrapbooking Creations for my DT assignment.
Killing two birds with one stone has been my mantra for the past 4
Where did I find the time?
No clue to be honest.
I rushed and because I did I am just mildly happy with my results.
But the funny little stories of my everyday life are told.
The picture of me and the boys....so my life.
One cooperating one not.
Here is Octobers sketch:
And my take on it:
I was pretty literal with the interpretation.
Anyways...Off to enjoy some more of this unreal weather we are having....14 degrees on November 7th....can you believe it.
Happy Fall!
Saturday, November 5, 2011
Septemeber project 12
REALLY late posting this one.
Life has been so hectic.
It seems that every week a different member of the family is sick.
I feel like my work schedule has been more demanding than usual.
No time to think, eat, play,
And this week doesn't look like it is going to get any better.
I'm taking an extra day off because I don't have child care on one of those days, yet making alternate arrangements for the kiddos off so I can go into work for a bit.
Anyhooooooooo I was able to fit 60 minutes of scrap time int my schedule today.
Go Me.
I worked on this sketch:
and what it took me 60 minutes to put together while sitting at the Thomas train table:
I think it is just OK. Not what I had in mind but it is done.
Plus there are some pretty funny FB status updates in my journalling.
That being said, I think I should be the poster child for this:
When in reality, it is more like this:
Happy Weekend my friends.
Life has been so hectic.
It seems that every week a different member of the family is sick.
I feel like my work schedule has been more demanding than usual.
No time to think, eat, play,
And this week doesn't look like it is going to get any better.
I'm taking an extra day off because I don't have child care on one of those days, yet making alternate arrangements for the kiddos off so I can go into work for a bit.
Anyhooooooooo I was able to fit 60 minutes of scrap time int my schedule today.
Go Me.
I worked on this sketch:
and what it took me 60 minutes to put together while sitting at the Thomas train table:
I think it is just OK. Not what I had in mind but it is done.
Plus there are some pretty funny FB status updates in my journalling.
That being said, I think I should be the poster child for this:
When in reality, it is more like this:
Happy Weekend my friends.
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