summer lovin’…

Considering that I had five entire days where The Toddlers were on a road trip with Papa to Calgary (why yes, the man IS insane) it’s pretty pathetic I didn’t update.  I was too busy drinking several bottles of wine and dancing naked down the hall.

Actually, turns out my littlest wee one takes up the majority of my time. The Toddlers just happen to be a lot louder and are mobile which gives the illusion of taking up time but it really doesn’t.  I can hear them and see them just fine while I do other things like cook dinner and fold laundry.  I have yet to master the skill of  baby carrying/breastfeeding/diaper changing and doing something else so even though the house managed to stay clean once I cleaned it because little hands weren’t wildly touching every surface, I didn’t get much else done.

Although I suppose I could also breastfeed and update the blog.

I do have several blog post ideas bouncing around in my head, and one in the works to post over at a friends blog (details to come) so don’t go!  Please stay!  Check back!  I’ve also toured locally!  There are blogs to come, I swear it.

Sadly, tomorrow is my last day of “maternity leave” and I’ll be doing the part-time, work-from-home thing I was doing before Anna was born which might mean I’ll never post again.

Why yes, this is just boring filler to make you think I’ve posted when really all I’ve done is tell you that I’m going to post.  I imagine that’s annoying. 

There might be something to this family bed thing

We spent our Father’s Day weekend camping about 5 minutes from our house.  In a tent.  With a group of preschoolers and their families.  You want to be me right now, don’t you?

But you know what? It wasn’t that bad.

It was our preschool’s weekend camp-out and it was nice to get to know some of the families a bit better, get to know some people in our little community better, and get to sit beside a little pond and splash around with our kids.  Steve and I are terrible about getting out and about in this little place of ours, so being a part of the preschool has been good for us.  Maybe we’ll even venture out to our local farmer’s market this coming weekend and be able to say hi to people.  Maybe we’ll even talk to them.   Whoa.  Wild.

Actually hanging out with the preschooler’s families isn’t what was scaring me as I prepared for the weekend.  It was all 5 of us sleeping in a tent that had me petrified. 

I have a confession to make: Steve hasn’t slept in our bed since Anna was born.

I bought two twin sized beds just before Anna was born for The Toddlers but my real intent was that Steve wouldn’t sleep in our bed for a little while.  Steve is not a nice person when he is tired.  One might say he’s a bit of a jerk.  That one being me.  The man is a jerk when he’s tired so I much prefer him well rested.  Babies don’t typically allow for well restedness (I don’t care if that isn’t a word, it makes my point well so I’m using it).   I can’t make Steve suddenly be all rainbows and lollipops on 5 hours of sleep so I decided that he would sleep elsewhere.  He very happily agreed to this arrangement and has been bunking in Callum’s room on the spare twin bed and relishing the fact that Callum doesn’t snore so he doesn’t have to wear earplugs.  Callum LOVES that Papa is there first thing in the morning and he can start talking right away! (Callum doesn’t yet care that Steve is Mr. Grumpy first thing in the morning, he just starts talking.  I find this hilarious.).

Since this new sleeping arrangement has been so well received the thought of getting into a tent with Steve, The Toddlers and Anna was daunting.  That’s a lot of sharing after two solid months of sleeping in a queen sized bed with a baby that just hit 9 lbs.  I wasn’t convinced it was something that would end well.

But it did end well.  The Toddlers sleep like champs anyway and once asleep stay asleep.  Anna got to cuddle in my sleeping bad so she was problem free, and Steve just pulled out the old earplugs and all was well.

The only drawback to this experiment is that he’s decided that we should once again start living life as a married couple and moved himself back into my bed. 

Or rather, our bed.

Christmas Recap

My Christmas, in a word, was blissful. Besides the guilt of not sending out the packages or my Christmas cards on-time (eh, I haven?t sent them YET to be honest), I couldn’t have asked for a more enjoyable holiday.
Christmas Eve Callum finished up his gifts (post to come), and then Mom, Fearthainn, Steve, the kids and I went skating. After Mom and Steve took the kids around the rink a few times, we picked up my Grandma and all of us went back to our place for home-made clam chowder, biscuits and salad. There were a few hiccups along the way but Fearthainn and I are Domestic Goddesses and it all came together. I had planned on fresh baked bread but instead of making the bread the old fashioned way I relied on my bread maker, and well, the result was a bullet of yuck. It didn’t rise and it tasted horrific. Thankfully, I am related to the World’s Best Biscuit Maker (Fearthainn) who whipped up a double batch of amazing biscuits. Is there nothing more awesome than biscuits fresh from the oven with honey? I think not.
Then after I finished putting together the salad I realized that I didn’t have an ounce of salad dressing in the house as salad dressing is now one of those items I no longer buy. We managed to make up a batch of Ranch dressing with what I had on hand that was pretty tasty so possible catastrophe was averted!
Yes, no salad dressing is a catastrophe. That is how hard my life is.

Our evening was low key; the kids got to open a gift, put on their Grandma-made pyjamas, read ?Twas the Night Before Christmas, and then off to bed to eagerly await Santa. The adults had a tonne of fun putting together the toddler piano and giving it a whirl.

Christmas morning had me up early to get the cinnamon buns on the go, and truth be told, it was quite enjoyable. Everyone slept late, so by the time they were moving I had made fruit salad, had the cinnamon buns ready for their last rising, and enjoyed a cup of coffee and eggnog. It was so fun to watch the kids see what Santa left for them.


Fearthainn and Mom came over for 9, we opened our gifts and then feasted on pancakes, home-made blackberry syrup, cinnamon buns, fruit salad and eggnog lattes thanks to Mom bringing her latte-making machine with her. Pretty damn awesome.
The rest of the afternoon we did next to nothing. We didn?t even tidy up. One enormous advantage to not using paper wrapping anymore is that the mess is a lot easier to deal with as you just fold the bag up. I was so proud of my family because there were only two boxes that were wrapped with wrapping paper instead of either a reusable bag (or one my Mom created from the endless Christmas flyers) or box. Fearthainn and I were talking about how we still think it feels weird to not rip the wrapping paper off your gift, but my Mom pointed out that Callum thinks presents just come in bags. It?s his norm, even if it isn?t ours yet. He?s spent the days since Christmas wrapping everything in site in a tea towel and placing it under the tree in order to re-create Christmas.

Dinner found us dressed up in our Christmas finest and heading to my Grandma?s house, where we feasted, yet again. The kids were wild by 8, though, so we had to call it a night.

Although the season has been packed (I even PUT AWAY Christmas before sending out the packages and cards, I suck), I?m probably going to be blogging about it all week. A week?s worth of Christmas Craft Blog Posts. I?m sure you?re giddy.

Christmas Crafting

This year I inched a little more towards my goal of simplifying and creating a more hand-made holiday. You know, less commercialization and mad Christmas rushing and more doing things as a family. I had a modest list of things I had planned to make that almost instantly got shifted around, and although I feel like I am not at all prepared for Christmas, when I take a look at that list, the gap between finished, not-quite finished, and utterly gave up on isn?t that big. Most of the list is either finished or just about there. The packages won’t be sent out before Christmas, but it’s the thought, right? yeah.
On that list is this little restaurant play mat for my nephew. I intend to make two more of these for both Ben and Callum in the coming weeks. I?m very pleased with them.

You may just recognize that material, since it is frequently featured in my recrafted items. I tell you, an old canvas curtain goes a long way, baby.
It?s a simple item, but judging from Callum?s excitement to ?test? it, I think it?s a pretty great idea. It was inspired by a felt play mat I saw online last year, an idea that Mom and I used to create a little fish pond for my own kids, which turned into an animal staging ground, and then a travel mat over our summer holidays.

Mom figured out how to get that play mat to fold into a bag, and then did all the sewing too. But I supervised, so you know, I still get to take some credit.
Last summer Steve and I were sitting in a restaurant with my kids, Michelle, and my god-daughter Julia. The kids were being kids and we were trying to keep them entertained and quiet so that we could enjoy our drinks and well, basically ignore them honestly. Michelle turned to me, half-joking and half-serious and said ?don?t you have some sort of play tote in your car for your kids at a restaurant??.
What a great idea! We spent the meal discussing several ideas that might work, determined it needs to be the size of a place mat, and then I spent a year toying with the idea in my head. This match car play mat is what emerged from my own crafting station; my Mom has made different restaurant play mats for my kids.

The mat folds in half and closes with 3 little snaps. The match car gets tucked into the front pocket, which closes up with Velcro so they don?t fall out and get lost in the dark depths of the car. Then it has little handles for carrying into the restaurant or the doctor waiting area. The scene is one that I loosely just copied from one of those car rugs you can buy for kids, painted with a mix of fabric and acrylic paint. I live in a small town, the fabric paint is both expensive and I didn?t have a wide selection of colors to choose from, so half-way through painting it I got pissed off and pulled out the acrylics. Here?s hoping that decision doesn?t come back to haunt me, or rather, haunt my nephew?s Mom. Heh.

I?m thinking I?ll also make something similar but the scene will be a forest with a pond and a pocket for small Schleich animals on the front.

Santa

So. This Santa thing? I’d just like to take a moment and give my Mom some serious kudos because I was a believer. I believed in Santa with my whole heart, I had no doubts. I heard bells on Christmas Eve and reindeer on the roof yet my Mom assures me that no one got up on the roof, and no, they didn’t stand outside my window and ring bells, either. That was just wishful thinking on my part, but it was magical. Everything about Santa Claus was magical to me.
In fact, I still believed when my younger sister figured out the whole sham. They told her not to tell me. Of course she told me and yes, I was crushed. However, leprechauns were still fair game and I believed in them for several more years because WE CAUGHT ONE in Kindergarten. heh.
The tooth fairy also used to write me letters and draw pictures of her castle in the sky. My Mom was good. Real good.
I really want to create that magic for my own kids. I know a lot of people can?t tolerate that we lie to our children, or understandably, their connection to Christmas if they have one at all is a spiritual one and not some fat man handing out presents to greedy little children. My own connection is the magic, and it was more than just getting free presents, but the time spent with family, the music, even the once-a-year church going. Yes, we were those church-goers. If I could talk Steve into going to the Christmas Eve service at my grandma?s church, I might still do it. I love all the love and giving.

Unfortunately the problem with me is that I talk, a lot, and um, I?m not exactly a discreet person. I?ll basically tell you anything you want to know. The problem with having me as a mother, and Callum as the son is that he is listening to everything we say, plus he’s clever. This is tricky.
The other problem is that I?m trying really hard to curb the consumerism in our home. I?m trying to reduce our trash, I?m trying to pay attention to what I?m buying, and I didn?t want Christmas to become overwhelmed with useless ?stuff?. When you add all this to my disdain for anything plastic and the weird thing I have with children?s toys, well, it makes finding the right gift difficult.
What is even more difficult is that Santa decided several months ago that he was leaving my kids a toddler piano. Sadly, Callum didn?t ask for a piano. No, he asks for the same thing every_single_time and it is most certainly NOT a piano. He wants this ? a plastic Playmobil camper and markers. That camper makes me want to shot myself in the head. I hate that camper. I hate that it?s mass-produced. I hate that it?s plastic. I hate that it has small pieces that Claire is going to eat and that will inevitably get lost, or even worse, be left lying around and I?ll step on them.
On a positive note, Santa picked up the markers. On sale even.
First of all, what 3-year old consistently asks for the same damn thing? Is that normal? Does anyone know? I swear to God my list was 5 pages long and I never asked for the same thing twice. This, I suppose, is the difference between Callum and I, he being thoughtful and reflective and me leaning more towards air headedness.
Second of all, why? Why the fascination with this camper? Santa hates me?
The other day we had a Children?s Christmas Party at Steve?s office and Santa showed up. Callum was enthralled and was so excited to get a present. He opened his gift from Santa, a set of 4 puzzles, and you could see those gears turning in his little head. He didn?t ask for puzzles. He asked for a marker and a campsite. He promptly turned around and stood in front of Santa, holding out the gift as if to say ?dude, you?ve made a mistake, I didn?t ask for this?.
Eventually he accepted that Santa must have known that he does, in fact, enjoy puzzles. You know, after I told him Santa must have known that he liked puzzles and it was time to suck it up.
Still, there is a magic in watching a 3-year old imagine the wonders of Santa, and I’m getting a real kick out of listening to his questions and ideas. This morning he told me that Papa and him were going to go out to the shop to get some wood, nails and a hammer in order to make our chimney bigger so that Santa would fit. I told him Santa had diamond dust and could magically enlarge the chimney, AND we had a magical key we could leave at the front door. A modern day Santa has options you know, but Callum was undeterred. A bigger chimney was a must so Santa could get down it with that camper he?ll be dropping off.
He also wanted to know if Santa was like a star in the sky, and we’ve spent a considerable amount of time on imaginary trains driving to the North Pole to feed the reindeer apples and carrots. Add to that the constant asking if it’s Christmas yet, and what is Santa doing right now. How about now? Do you think Santa is making my present now?
The magic is in air?
at least it will be right up until Christmas morning comes along and that camper isn?t sitting under the tree.
I?m not all evil, great-Grandma picked up the camper. She?ll be the hero, besides, Callum has already decided that Santa let Grandma know he wanted that camper so his bases are covered.