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Whine and Roses #3 – Just One of the Things I Love

3 Feb

A little girl is sugar and spice and everything nice – especially when she’s taking a nap. 
~Author Unknown

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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.

Snowflakes

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.

Joy

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.

Cheesy, but True

8 Oct

Okay, it’s past twelve here, but I have an excuse. I have a sniffly baby and sometimes she controls my blogging time. Now that the excuses are out of the way, here’s the assignment for the day: share a picture of someone that has the biggest impact on you.

Here goes, and I swear I’m not always this corny.

Sorry, only picture I have of all of them together

These four little people have rocked my world to it’s very core. They have changed everything about my life. Let me tell you a little story.

Once upon a time, I was a party girl. I was wild and free and loved to spend my weekends partying, drinking and dancing. I spent my weeks working at a hair salon, smoking and drinking coffee and going on shopping sprees after work with my pal Melissa. We were two of a kind. We liked to flirt and have a good time.

Two pink lines on a pregnancy test changed everything. My baby boy James changed me from a selfish party girl into a mother. A mother who now has had the same jeans hanging in her closet that she bought 3 years ago. I traded leather pants for aprons, hot tub parties for birthday parties, and tube tops for stretch marks.

Sometimes I look in the mirror and can’t believe that those days were even real. Everything is different now. I rarely leave the house. Sometimes I go whole weeks and don’t wear makeup. My clothes are less stylish. My friends are fewer and farther between. I haven’t been to a party for someone older than eight years old in forever. And guess what?

I don’t mind a bit.

“She’s our Princess…”

19 Aug

“She’s our Princess,” says Silas one day, looking up from kissing his baby sister’s toes. And she really is. Everyone in this house just bows to her and grovels at her feet. She’s a much-loved little girl. As a friend of mine said, “The goddess has arrived.” If the boys were ever guilty of worshipping a mortal creature, she is it.  

Check out that dimple in her right cheek!

Of course, she’s also the reason that blogging has been suspiciously absent from my list of activities. She craves skin to skin contact from one of us at all times and – let’s be honest – we’re more than happy to oblige her Royal Highness. However since the sling I had for carrying around the boys is missing and I haven’t gotten my Moby wrap yet, that means that things like cooking, cleaning, sending IM’s and blogging are extremely difficult. I’m a terrible one-handed typist. (Since that’s how the majority of this post was typed, please excuse any glaring typing errors.) 

Lola was 5 weeks old yesterday. I can’t believe that 5 weeks have gone by. Those weeks have been a blur of checkups, cuddles, nursing, diaper changes and baths – for her. What it hasn’t been full of is sleep, free time or baths for me. I’m lucky to snag a ten-minute shower once a day. 

I'm not sure if this is before or after he promised her a pony...

Even Daddy is captivated by the Princess. She sure knows how to wrap him around those little tiny fingers.

Being a big brother is the coolest

James has been spending more time at home since Lola came along…he loves holding her and rocking her.

And Mommy? Oh Mommy is having way too much fun.  I’m making up for lost time now. Time that I didn’t have a baby girl to dress up and treat like a living doll. Little girl things are just too cute.

The smallest dress I ever owned.

A dress from her auntie Carolyn

Her Piglet romper from Beckie

She’s got more clothes than we know what to do with, so she’s constantly dressed-up. Even just sitting around the house. Because a Princess needs to look her best.

And as Silas so astutely pointed out…She’s our Princess.

Waiting for Lola…

4 Jul

Sweet baby girl…we’ve made it to 38 weeks now.

Things haven’t quite turned out the way I thought they would. You haven’t flipped into a head-down position so you will be delivered via c-section. July 16th is the date of your eviction, unless you’ve forced our hand before that. I wouldn’t object to you being a bit anxious because I know Mommy sure is.

Cradle and Bedding lovingly given to you by Auntie Janet and family...Your "baby" toy from Momma and Granddad.

Your bed is all ready…soft, warm and inviting.

Johnny chose the carseat

Your carseat has arrived finally…and Daddy is itching to install it to bring you home.

A must!

There’s a rocking chair in Mommy and Daddy’s bedroom for us to snuggle in during late night feedings.

Sorry about the "off" angle of this photo

Your changing station is ready and we’ve stocked up on newborn diapers, sensitive wipes, and diaper cream.

Nothing fancy, but I do want Johnny to carry it sometimes. 😉

Your diaper bag is all packed and ready to go.

Another terribly wonky photo...I need a new camera

Your lullaby CD is ready to play and soothe you to sleep. We just know you’re going to love Guns ‘n’ Roses.

The Hooligans

Your brothers are all not-so-patiently waiting…

He cannot WAIT to see her.

…especially your youngest brother.

We can’t wait to meet you.