Friday, September 18, 2009

It just doesn't have the same ring to it

Abby is mildly afraid of monsters being in the house. But, J-L has assured her and reassured her that monsters are not allowed in our home. In his words: "Honey, they can't come here, they'd have to get past Biiiig Poppa!"

The other day J-L was not home. I had to send Abby upstairs to get something. She was mildly afraid of the monsters that might be upstairs but then I heard her reassure herself: "nope, there are no monsters upstairs. They'd have to get past Biiiig Momma!"
The Scar
A lot of women say that it fades. A friend of mine says that after 5 years she actually has to search for hers.

When they meet with you before the surgery they reassure you that they do it as low as it can possibly go so that it will always be hidden.

I understand why a lot of women would want that. I am not one of those women. I want it to stay. I want it to be more visible to more people. I want my grandchildren to touch it one day and to celebrate with me that because it exists they exist as well.

The Birth
A dear friend of mine will be birthing her second child shortly. I am celebrating with her. She is having a water birth in her home. I feel sudden pangs of jealousy as I look at the photos of them setting up the pool. I wanted that. I wanted to tell Jack stories about how he was born at home and how his big sister came into the room shortly after the birth to see Mom and babe in the pool together, crying together. I wanted the comfort of home surrounding me during all the pain of childbirth. And yet, it's amazing how quickly that jealousy passes when I hear that little boy laugh.

Sunday, September 13, 2009


The thing about living with a girl with as much joie de vivre as what Abby has is that the house seems deathly quiet when she's gone fishing with her uncle, aunt and cousin.

Friday, September 11, 2009


A lot of times when I make a decision (especially a major one) I'm left to wonder afterwards if it was the right decision or if there was one that could have been better or...

But for just right now there are 2 decisions that feel just so very right:

1. Deciding to have international students living with us for Abby's sake if for no other. She delights in them and that pleases me.

2. Deciding to build a room downstairs for P. It was a rather spontaneous decision and to be perfectly honest, we didn't have the money tucked away for the reno. And yet, since last Saturday (when they arrived) I haven't for a moment regretted it. Being able to have a home where P&C could live together (when they haven't for most of their lives) as siblings pleases me as well.

Saturday, September 05, 2009

On playing makeup with my daughter

"What colour would you like your eyes?"
"What colour would you like your lips?"
"What colour would you like your eyebrows?"
"What colour would you like your polka dots?"

Friday, September 04, 2009

On playing restaurant with my daughter

It's not every server who interrupts taking your order with "please, can I go poop first?".

Here we goooooo

After problems with visas and some lack of communication and a flight that couldn't be boarded and a week plus delay and...

Well, P and C are due to arrive tomorrow at 20:30. And I feel slightly more ready than I did the last time we thought they'd be arriving so THAT'S lovely.

But perhaps someone can explain to me how this all happened. 6 years ago I lived alone in a one bedroom apartment with 1 bed and 1 dresser and a couch and a loveseat. And now I live in a 5 (5! seriously! What is up with THAT?) bedroom house with 2 living rooms, 5 beds (all of which will be used in a few short hours), 5 dressers (again, not an excess, they actually will be in use) and 5 other people. How did that all happen?

It's a nutty (lucky) life.