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Wordless Wednesday

9 Nov

(On a side note, I’m not posting the assignment for today. It was to write a letter to my parents and there are things in it far too personal to share. Thanks for understanding.)

As Tracy so astutely pointed out, it’s Tuesday. Now you get a glimpse into how hassled my mind really is. I can’t keep my days straight. Okay, so it’s Wordless Wednesday EVE.


Of Course

8 Nov

Today’s blog post is going to be short and sweet, I’m afraid. Sorry about that and tune in tomorrow for something bigger and better.

The project for the day is to share something that I crave often. Now don’t laugh, but my craving isn’t anything I get often. In fact, once a year is about it.

Thank you, Google image search!

Yes, that’s right. I crave lobster. Several times a year. I pass by lobster tanks at the supermarket and pause to stare in longing, then move on because of the price tag. Once a year we splurge and have lobster…no more. Yet I can’t help longing for it.

Lesson learned for today: I have expensive taste.


7 Nov

On November 1st, we had the first snowfall of the season here in Newfoundland. I didn’t get any pictures, and the snow didn’t stay down on the ground, but it simultaneously thrilled and horrified me. Even though I’m long past that stage where winter is exciting and I can’t wait for snow, the first snowfall of the season always still gives me that old thrill. Despite its shortcomings, snow is so pretty and looks so clean and fresh. As the thrill ran through me, the horror chased behind. Snow already? I hate winter! Winter is cold and wet and gross! It makes it so difficult to get out to run errands and the people where I live drive like idiots at the best of time. Give them a layer of slush and/or ice and we’re talking about playing Russian Roulette just to go to the grocery!

The snowfall combined with todays self-actualization project made me think about that whole theory that no two snowflakes are exactly the same, just like no two people are exactly the same. Today I was supposed to write about what makes me different from everyone else. What makes me a “special snowflake”? So I sat down with my laptop to write.

And spent the next twenty minutes at least staring at the screen blankly.

What does make me different and special? I honestly don’t think there is anything about me that really sets me apart. There are things about me that are unusual, sure, but nothing that I don’t share with at least some other small group of the population. Here are some of those “oddities”.

– I have a large family…and I only want to add to it. I’m not finished with four children. I want more. Maybe I’ll decide five is enough. maybe six. Maybe more. Honestly though, this doesn’t make me special. Sure we have more than the average amount of children, but we’re no Jim Bob and Michelle Duggar. In the grand scheme of things, four children really isn’t that many.

– I am intensely passionate about what I believe in and will fight for what I believe is fair and just, but I’m no Nelson Mandela.

– I love my friends and family and would give my life for theirs, but any mother, father, sister or brother worth their salt would do the same.

But only I can raise my children to be good, loving, tolerant members of society. Only I can teach them to reach out to a friend in need. To put their arms around the friend who is crying. To embrace the rejected. To love everyone, not in spite of their differences but because of them. Only I can teach them what it means to sacrifice your own wants and desires in the name of making a difference.

Only I can be James’ mommy. Hayden’s mommy. Silas’ mommy. Lola’s mommy. Only I can teach them by my example what a mother’s love is supposed to be. Unconditional, fierce, never-ending.

What makes me a “special snowflake” are the little snowflakes that I brought into this world and my imprint on the world will be an echo of the imprints they make.

This is what makes me different. This is my task and mine alone. God help me to fulfill it and not fail the special snowflakes he’s entrusted to me.


6 Nov

Today I’m supposed to share a photo of something that makes me happy. So here you go.

Babies and Brothers

Doesn’t get much better than this.

Sweet as Candy

5 Nov

I promised Halloween pictures and I do aim to please. Halloween here was rainy and cold, so Lola didn’t get to go trick or treating with her brothers. That didn’t stop us from getting some great pictures though!

Little Lola Moo

Lola was a baby cow for Halloween, something that certainly thrilled Auntie Beckie, who loves cows as much as Mommy and Auntie Da love pigs. We had a hard time getting a costume for her for several reasons. First of all, Halloween in Newfoundland is cold. It usually snows here on Halloween night. All the little princess dresses and tutus were severely lacking in warmth. The other reason we had issues was because Lola is still so darned tiny! Everything we found was way too big for her.

The cow costume isn’t actually a costume so it serves a dual purpose. It’s a snowsuit, so it will do for the winter, but it had cow spots and cute little ears so it could be her costume. As it turns out the snowsuit part of it was a moot point since she didn’t wear it outside for Halloween, but it will still serve the purpose for the winter. The snowsuit is newborn size and it’s still too big for our little 3.5 month old angel. Go figure.

Iron Hayden

Hayden chose to be Ironman. He loves the Ironman movie and when he said that he wanted to be Ironman, it was an easy one for us. The costume was readily available thanks to the recent release of the second movie, and it was adorable on him! As you can see, Hayden really got into character.

Tony Stark never looked so good

He was thrilled to get to wear his costume twice; once for his school party on the 29th and once on Halloween night.

On the way to his party

When Hayden decided to be Ironman, Silas got his heart set on being War Machine. His reasoning? War Machine is Ironman’s best friend and since he and Hayden are best friends, logically he needed to be War Machine. Isn’t that precious? They break my heart sometimes with how sweet they are.

Friends for life.

And as for my project, today’s assignment didn’t warrant a post of it’s own so I decided to do it as an afterthought on this post. I’m supposed to share someone who I could see myself marrying or being with in the future. Well that would be this man right here.

Who else?

What’s in a Name?

4 Nov

Back to my 30 day project after an extended absence that I deeply apologize for. Things got a little busy here and I was so exhausted that I slept rather than blogged. I’m back now with a vengeance and have lots to blog about!

Picking up where I left off, today I’m supposed to tell you about any nicknames I have and their significance. This one is tough because I honestly can’t think of any nicknames that I have currently. When I was little, however, my dad used to call me “Bird”. The significance of this is kind of lost on me, because he never did explain where the nickname came from. I guess it was because I was tiny and delicate like a bird. Or maybe because I loved to sing. Perhaps because I was a picky eater?

I always loved that nickname. I’m a little bummed that he doesn’t use it anymore. Maybe because I’m no longer tiny and delicate.

Baby Steps

20 Oct

Don’t be afraid to take a big step if one is indicated; you can’t cross a chasm in two small jumps.  ~David Lloyd George

Today I’m supposed to reflect on the goals and dreams I have for the future. This is a difficult one for me because I don’t normally make goals anymore. I just wander and see where the road leads me. However there are a couple that I could share. The first is the dream that spawned this blog. Ever since I had my first baby, my dream has been to have a large family. One full of laughter and love. Lots of children to fill my home with joy. As you can see, that dream is well underway. As a follow up to that dream, I wanted to share my journey with the world, so that others could read about and even feel the love and joy that fills my home. It’s why I started this blog, so that I could ramble on and share with others about the activity that makes my days so exciting.

Another more recent dream that is quickly becoming less dream and more goal is to move across the country to where my sister lives in Alberta. I lived in Alberta for two years before James was born and I loved it. Now that Linda lives there I am desperate to go back. I want to be near my family. My nieces and nephews. I crave the interaction with my sister on a more regular basis. I want Lola to get to know her godparents through more than just a week in the summer.

We’re plotting and scheming, crunching numbers and making plans. Who knows? Next year this time I may be blogging from the other side of the country. 🙂

Edited to Add: Oh and by the way, I know that I skipped yesterday and failed the NaBloPoMo challenge yet again, but I fell asleep early and had the first full night of sleep I’ve had in about six months. So I don’t regret it one bit.