they really do, think about it. children often don’t have the inhibitions we have. take for example my evening. my twins started an in-line skating unit in physical education last week. having never been on skates i was a little worried about broken bones and bruised bottoms. i came to the school the first day to watch their efforts and was amazed that they didn’t need any help. they strapped on the skates, with a little instruction from the teacher and they were off. michael was more care full and gently took the smallest steps. becca tried the small steps at first then slowly started making turns and skating faster. fall after fall they kept getting up. never did i hear them say “i can’t do this, this is hard, or i look stupid”. how often do we as adults say these things out loud or to ourselves when trying something new? i know i do. i did this evening when a small part of me wanted to strap on a pair of skates and have fun with the kids. other parents who have skated before were happy and having a good time. why couldn’t i get over my fears of falling and making a fool of myself to enjoy this with them? this left me sitting on the bench with the baby, dancing to the music. i have decided that we as a whole family will be making a trip to the local roller rink to enjoy this new found activity. then i will do my very best to become a child and let go of my inhibitions and who know, maybe i won’t fall.

i got out of bed on time. i didn’t mess up dinner. i didn’t fight with my kids today. i got my letters mailed. i cleaned up the backyard. i heard my son belly laugh at his sister. i spent time working on my calling. i laughed with my soul mate. i got neil diamond concert tickets. my kids did great on their school work, again! i played with my dog. i rocked my sleepy baby. i smelt the rain. i listened to my kids pray.

with all this rain i really do feel like i should be some online research on arc building. i happened to take our puppy out this morning to do his business when i stepped onto our back yard grass. lets just say my crocs suddenly became the sinking titanic. i am sure my neighbors were amused watching me standing in the backyard with my house coat on shaking off my feet that were now covered in freezing cold rain water. after a short inspection of my gardening labours i decided that it was far to gross to see all the worms crawling around on the ground and in the grass. on the other hand i do enjoy watching all the fat and incredibly happy robins sitting on the fence. every once in a while they jump down and have another garden delectable.
lets go back to the gardening i mentioned. over the winter our past dog did a number on the lawn. it was thin to begin with, the trampoline was to thank for that but the dog really did finish it off nicely. he loved being outside and would run around like a crazy beast, riping up the frozen lawn leaving nothing but dirt. (or mud during chinooks.) so being the gardening expert that i am (not) when to walmart and purchased some “lawn fixeruper”. i spent over $50 on this crap and put it on the ground with some fertilized top soil over a week ago. guess what, we still have this crap on our lawn with no sprouting seeds. i have stood outside for over a week “gently” watering this stuff with nothing to show for it. now that this rain has come i am sure the seeds have washed away and i will have to start from scratch. on second thought, the summer is coming and i think i will head to the trailer. sounds good eh?

this week i had my mother in at another specialist. nothing really exciting here cause she doesn’t even need to see this doctor anymore but still, we have to go. here’s the funny part, a resident came in first to do the whole check you over bit, then i’ll go find the real doctor. he was really nice and it took a long time for the real doctor to come so we ended up learning about this young man. this young man happens to be the brother in law to a fabulous lady in my ward. so here we are chatting about how this young man has been married for two years and how they don’t have children. he jokes and says that he was a late bloomer and was finished medical school before he got married. mean while daniel is walking around the small examining room with my mothers blind stick. what should sweet little child do? have you guessed? that’s right he just about whacked this poor “late bloomer” in the ever so sensitive male area. if it wasn’t for his fast moving hands, we would have seen tears in his eyes. this is where my face turned a lovely shade of bright red and my mother is laughing with the resident.
if i had just keep my mouth shut and didn’t ask this fellow if he was related to a certain family in my church, i could have left the doctors office laughing. (wouldn’t you like to hit a doctor that keeps you waiting for three hours after your scheduled appointment time??)
lets just say I am really happy that i didn’t offer my last name during the introductions.

almost everyday my 6 year old has some bit of information that everyone needs to know. here is today’s.

bec-mom, jesus doesn’t like mohawks.
me-really? how do you know.
bec-cause you have to make the hair really sticky to stand up and you can’t push it down.
me-oh
bec-if you want the hair to stop standing up, you have to cut it all off. jesus doesn’t like that.

i guess i have told her one to many times that jesus would be sad if she cut her hair and not the hairdresser.

there is a cat. there is a cat that sits on the end of my driveway. it’s not our kitty. i don’t even know where this kitty came from, or where it belongs. kitty likes to sit and stare at the bonus room window. kitty will occasionally meow, just to attract our sweet little casper. casper goes nuts that this darn tabby cat sits and stares at his house. casper goes nuts! he makes as much noise as a little four pound dog can make. he wants to eat this staring, trespassing cat.

a few months ago we re-homed our 5o lb boxer. why? our youngest son has asthma and parker our boxer was one of his triggers. so what did i do? while my husband was in toronto i brought home a new family pet. lets just say cesar was sooooo happy to meet his new family member when he got home.

meet casper.

isn’t he the cutest thing you have ever laid eyes on? i think so, but hey i just love dogs. (boxers still would have to be my favorite, maybe one day i’ll have another.) anyhoo, casper is six months old and is the nicest little puppy i have seen in a long time. we have always had bostons and boxers so having this little foo-foo dog is quite refreshing. he doesn’t play seek and distroy like many other puppies do. (you watch now, he’ll go and find something!)

last weekend i went to my cousins bridal shower in pincher creek. pincher is between the white windmill and the other white windmill in southern alberta. it was very nice to see a few of my cousins, aunt, and uncle. my sweet, animal loving cousin grooms dogs. after introducing my casper to her she offered to clip my dog. here is what she handed back to me.

hummmm don’t you think something went awfully wrong!

ha ha ha, just kidding cousin d. she didn’t offer to clip casper but she did hand me one of these cats. it is some sort of oriental short haired kitty. if you ask me, it’s basically a rat that meows. and boy does it meow, all the time. how do i know this? cause my cousin sharae decided that she would take one home for her husband. know what the problem was? she wasn’t leaving calgary for a few days and the friend’s house they were staying at is anti kitty. so this little white kitty stayed and meowed, hissed, swatted, climbed up my pants, sharpened it claws on cesar’s shirt, and was harassed by daniel, michael, and rebecca for three days.

after a while i did start to think the little rascal was a tiny bit cute, but not enough to want one. i really just don’t enjoy cats like i enjoy dogs. i guess my dear husband won’t have to worry about me bringing one of these home anytime soon.

they really do, think about it. children often don’t have the inhibitions we have. take for example my evening. my twins started an in-line skating unit in physical education last week. having never been on skates i was a little worried about broken bones and bruised bottoms. i came to the school the first day to watch their efforts and was amazed that they didn’t need any help. they strapped on the skates, with a little instruction from the teacher and they were off. michael was more care full and gently took the smallest steps. becca tried the small steps at first then slowly started making turns and skating faster. fall after fall they kept getting up. never did i hear them say “i can’t do this, this is hard, or i look stupid”. how often do we as adults say these things out loud or to ourselves when trying something new? i know i do. i did this evening when a small part of me wanted to strap on a pair of skates and have fun with the kids. other parents who have skated before were happy and having a good time. why couldn’t i get over my fears of falling and making a fool of myself to enjoy this with them? this left me sitting on the bench with the baby, dancing to the music. i have decided that we as a whole family will be making a trip to the local roller rink to enjoy this new found activity. then i will do my very best to become a child and let go of my inhibitions and who know, maybe i won’t fall.

i got out of bed on time. i didn’t mess up dinner. i didn’t fight with my kids today. i got my letters mailed. i cleaned up the backyard. i heard my son belly laugh at his sister. i spent time working on my calling. i laughed with my soul mate. i got neil diamond concert tickets. my kids did great on their school work, again! i played with my dog. i rocked my sleepy baby. i smelt the rain. i listened to my kids pray.

while out at the doctors office last week i had a pleasant experience in the ladies washroom. any mother knows that entering a public washroom with children comes with it’s own set of problems. this event was how ever made a little more exciting.

picture this, i enter the stall with 20 month old who likes to peek under the stalls. (you have no idea how many ladies take offence to this!) while reaching to pick up the peeking monster, the automatic toilet flushes. anyone who has seen these things know that it is like a typhoon in toilet bowl. to make this a little more interesting, aunt flow has come for a visit. so out pops the diaper bag and i begin digging around into the bottomless pit of the 8 inch (very cute guess purse). daniel is continuing to peek and thankfully becca is the victim and doesn’t seem to mind the curious, smiling boy. while digging, flush. so now that my bottom is soaked. i now need to somehow get things organized and dried off while my twins are playing in the automatic sinks and the baby is trying to climb under the stall door to freedom. flush, that’s right ladies this darn porcelain beast had the audacity to flush again.

why is it that when you don’t want it to flush, it does. when you do want it to it leaves you standing in the stall waving your hands like a complete idiot all the while praying that the darn thing flushes?

i couldn’t take it anymore, i had no choice but to leave the stall un-flushed. while washing my hands, at least 10 feet away the son of a gun flushes. oh my stinking heck, you should have been there. my kids playing escape from washroom alcatraz, the demon toilet flushing, and a mad woman cursing a potty.

i hate automatic toilets! (and sinks but that is a whole other post!)