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:: plantin’ and plannin’ ::

February 28, 2012

Even though this has been The Winter that Wasn’t, it is still relatively exciting to get a seed catalogue in the mail.  Vesey’s has definitely brightened up the winter around these parts.  Daydreaming about plots, roots and shoots have occupied many of my hours, as well as Ava’s.  While Michael and I have been reading, researching and brainstorming garden plans, calculating row requirements and other ‘boring’ (read: absolutely exhilarating!) things, Ava has been keeping herself quite occupied with the bulb catalogue and designing her own little flowery escapes for the backyard.

Over the course of several hours, Ava refined her ‘three-plants-from-every-page’ wish list down to a double sided page of paper.  Being the geeky, nerdy Mama that I am, I have to admit that watching her pore over the catalogue, determine the Zone, measure the height listed and determine where to plant it in the garden made me grin from ear to ear.  Then came the absolutely brilliant part.  She did math. Lots and lots of math. With decimals! Oh, be still my heart!

She did about five of the math problems before she decided it was more fun to watch me add them up for her.


And add them I did.  To the tune of $900.00 worth of bulbs and plants!  Ava’s response to the grand total? “Wow! Do you think Dad will flip a cow?” A bit of mixed metaphor there, my dear.


Ava has not been the only one getting into the excitement.  Violet managed to get her hands dirty (and the table, chair, cat…..) too.


:: tattoo you ::

February 20, 2012

I have a tattoo appointment coming up.  Which is a good thing, really. The bad thing is that I’m having a bit of tattoo indecision.


Initially I wanted this gorgeous, vibrant peacock feather on the top of my foot:

but then I thought it didn’t really have enough meaning. I mean, I like the colours, like the design, but I would really just be getting it because it’s pretty.


There is the celtic symbol for the three stages of a woman’s life that I also like.  I would like to get it under my pinkie toe on my right foot:

And then I also thought maybe some inspiring words along the side of my foot.  But I”m not sure if there’s anything absolutely significant that I would want to write.  I”ve been scouring the quotes I have put at the bottom of my earlier blog posts thinking there may be something inspiring there.  I also like this one that I found today, but it’s a little too long for where I would put it:

“Happiness is an attitude. We either make ourselves miserable, or happy and strong. The amount of work is the same”. ~ Francesca Reigler


It’s hard to know which way to go with this….

:: daddy daughter time ::

January 14, 2012

Ava and Michael have this fantastic bond.  I have to admit, I’ve been a little jealous over it through the years.  There is a way in which they connect with each other through humour, interests and activities that is sublime.  Over the years they have laughed over play dough, collaborated through Zelda and lured in “the biggest fish ever!” while sitting in the boat on a sunny lake.

The latest father-daughter endeavour includes cooking.  Michael really is the better baker in the house. I’ll admit it.  He has a creative flair and attention to detail that I do not.  If it’s someone’s birthday, I’ll swing by Dairy Queen on my way home.  If it’s his job to create the cake he will turn it into a decadent, multi-layered masterpiece such as this lemon-strawberry delicacy he had ready for me when I came home from teaching aerobics last spring.

When Ava got her new Chocolate cookbook, she didn’t even bother to check out the recipes with me. Nope, she cruised right by me and settled up at the table with her dad.  Together they pored over the recipes and decided to make Chocolate Mousse the next day. Michael gathered the ingredients and set Ava to work measuring, mixing and pouring.  Finally came the most exciting part: shaving the chocolate for garnish.

After a brief lesson in the fine art of chocolate shaving, Ava was ready to do the dirty work herself!

I feel so privileged to be part of this family, watching the different relationships blossom within it.

Growing, flourishing, loving, nurturing.

project 365 :: gratitude

January 8, 2012

Taken from the page under the header, here are this week’s gratitudes

1 :: sweet smell of sleeping babies

2 :: the comfort of a familiar place to rest

3 :: innocent faces cuddled under the blankets

4 :: opportunities to excel

5 :: four year old imaginations

6 :: 18 month olds who go along with the four year old’s imaginary games. So many rocket ship sound effects!

7 :: rock-solid friendships

8 :: my witty, funny, entertaining, life partner

:: wip wednesday ::

January 4, 2012

:: project 365 ::

January 1, 2012

image from jerseymomsblog

Sticking with my resolutions, I am aiming to post a daily list of gratitudes, thankfulness and joy. Project 365 blogs are popping up all over the place with a variety of topics.  Most are much more inspirational and creative than mine will be, but you’ve got to start somewhere, right?

This idea has been popular lately with gratitude lists and journals being shared on Facebook, in books and elsewhere online.  Last year I began reading One Thousand Gifts and was surprised at how many similarities I felt with the main character, a mother of 5 who was just….done.  Unable to see the simple wonders of her life she embarks on a simple task of keeping track of one thousand gifts and gratitudes in her life.  Like her, I expect my list to contain words, thoughts, phrases and photos.

I would love to hear feedback and to share in gratitude and mindfulness with others, so please leave comments or links to your own gratitude lists!

Happy New Years, Everyone!

:: resolve ::

December 31, 2011

The past year has been a blur of children, schoolwork and work work.  I really can’t believe it has gone by so quickly.  It is eery to admit that as I am getting older time really is flying by.  Can it be that we have lived in this new house for a year and  a half already?  That we have been in Goodsoil for nearly six?

Time really does seem to be passing me by and this year I resolve to pay more attention to the little moments around me.  Initially, that was the purpose of recording these moments into a blog, but even though I have managed to capture 120 moments since I started writing, I know that it is only a sliver of what passes through my home each day.

This year I will:

:: breathe. relax. enjoy.

:: be present in the moment rather than worrying about what is yet to be done.

:: relish in the creativity and joy of my family.

That would be enough, wouldn’t it?  If I can’t slow time down, I can at least savour every delicious moment of it.

Write it on your heart that every day is the best day in the year.

Ralph Waldo Emerson