Inside Voices

I don’t know why I tell the kids to use inside voices.  Well, technically I do, as their talking voices are more like shouts and their whipser voices are even louder.  However, when we go outside and they begin screaming (sorry talking) it’s hard to say quiet down when they are no longer inside.  Often they make unintelligible noises just to be loud and respond with “but I am outside mommy”.

This morning, I am still lying in bed, and by still I mean it is after 7, 7:38 now to be exact, because my sister-in-law, K, is up for the week at the cottage.  I believe she has said “shhhh”, “use inside voices” and “quiet guys” 100 times before sending them outside where I can now hear them “talking” through the window.  Time to get up and jump in the lake… After I eat the whole world because at the cottage I am a bottomless pit.  Must be something in the air.

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Welcome to summer!! Yesterday did not feel like the last day of school when I picked the kids up. It felt as if I was walking around in memory. The only difference was the kids gave their teachers big hugs and their backpacks were filled to the brim. This morning when we woke I could feel the excitement building and the energy in my bones. We are still in our pjs having a leisurely breakfast before we pack our bags and head to the cottage. It’s glorious.
After school yesterday, and after a bit of park time, I took the kids and one of A’s friends to see Inside Out. What a fantastic movie, and it was the boys first 3D experience. We managed to sit through the whole thing without a hundred bathroom breaks! I should always bring the boys to movies when they are exhausted.

Now I look forward to just being together and doing whatever we feel like. The beach is calling my name, time to pack the bags!

Back in Business

Well hello there!  I apologize for the giant hiatus in blog posts, I have no real excuse.  I have yet to fix my computer, I was on hold with my anti-virus company for 17 minutes a couple weeks ago, but then had to hang up and participate in life.  I’ll work on that later, but for now here is my first post written using my phone!

So, what has happened.  We lost a member of the family, Jack, at 87 years young.  The kids still say good morning to him occasionally, looking up at the ceiling, towards Heaven.  I’ll dedicate this post to his wife, our Nan, who we love BIG time.

The boys turned 5, they’ve really aged.  I have not however, having my own after party (after their birthday party) and stayed up late (or early) with a favourite lady to celebrate F and L while they slept.  I am a grown up, I swear.

Today is my sister-in-law A’s birthday, happy birthday to you, lady.  She is someone who ages backwards, hopefully one day she will teach me that trick.  For now, my dad is coming for a special Father’s Day event in F and L’s class, as the hubby is in a work golf tournament (despite having a broken funny bone-  I’ll let you know if that is only literal).

Happy last weekend of the school year to all the parents, I sure can’t wait to eat breakfast in our p.j.’s and throw routine out the window.  Later gator, see you Monday!

Verbal Diarrhea

I know this has happened to everyone at least once.  It can’t just be me!  Words fall out of my mouth like water when you accidentally laugh during a sip.  Now, this verbal diarrhea has taken on a new motherhood form.  The hubby and I do not have pet names for each other.  We use our first names, or just a simple “hey you”.  I have used the term “honey” approximately three times, and that is when I am being sarcastic, like “honey, I know how much you want to go clean the bathrooms before our guests arrive”.  It is a different story with the kids.  These phrases and nicknames just slip out of my mouth before my brain has had time to think about what I am saying.  Last week I called them all “pumpkin noses”.  As far as I know, pumpkins only have noses on Halloween.  I insert the letters n and y on the end of my son, F’s, name even though I hate the way it sounds.  I call him using this little nickname probably a hundred times a day.  It just happens.

My sister-in-law, K, also has this problem, only it is worse.  Sometimes it gets gross, by accident of course.  I cannot remember a real example, but I can imagine her saying “hi my little cockroach” and then giving me a WTF? look.  She doesn’t know why she said that, but believe it or not, it sounds endearing.  Why does this happen?  Lack of sleep? Who knows, but I am sure my kids are very used to me calling them by anything but their names.  Hopefully today they will be cute names like “honeybun”, a popular one of mine, but there is no guarantee.  When I open my mouth, the words will just fall out.

Baywatch Babes

We spend every Thanksgiving at the cottage.  There is food aplenty but it is also time to close the cottage for winter so lots of work is done.  Leaves are raked, summer furniture and toys are put away.  Plus, we have to to divvy up the leftover food and bathroom products.  This past Thanksgiving, we managed to cross all the outdoor things off the list, and eat the Thanksgiving meal, but we accidentally had a little party and didn’t finish off the inside of the cottage.  I had to leave early on the last day, as my dad hosts a Thanksgiving meal too, so we needed to get home and shower before heading over to the next family party.

It wasn’t really my fault, you put all of the family (the Hubby’s side) in a cottage with wine and Euchre, things happen.  So when the Hubby, kids and I ducked out early morning with food still left to be sorted, it falls on the family still there.  During the cottage clean up, my sister-in-law, K, found (re-found) a Baywatch Air Freshener that has been hanging around the cottage for years.  Probably since the show first came out.  As punishment for my leaving early, she told me I had to hang said air freshener in my van until Christmas.

Well, jokes on her, it is still hanging.  At first, it was super embarrassing.  I have women in bathing suits smiling from one side,  A shirtless David Hasselhoff smirking on the other.  I cannot tell you how many times I forgot it was there.  Forgot to tell the person in the passenger seat the whole story of why the Hoff is checking them out.  I can only imagine what goes through the minds of the guys doing the oil change of a van with bikini babes and three booster seats.  So, maybe it is still embarrassing, I just no longer care.  It has really grown on me.  If you ever need cheering up, I’ll pick you up in my van and the Hoff will put a smile on your face.  You win, K, you win.

Date Night With my Mom

The Hubby was out last night, and my mom and I had a date night.  She got home just in time to start watching The Voice.  For anyone watching right now, I love Hannah Kirby.  I want to be friends with her.  My mom and I always talk about if you could be an amazing singer or an amazing dancer, which would you choose?   For me, I would love to be able to sing.  I can make my way through a wedding dance floor no problem, but singing Happy Birthday is a different story.  Sure, it would be cool to bust out some serious dance moves, but I’ve always wanted to be able to sing.  Maybe one of my kids will get the gift!

The kids were in bed, although A did come down to say goodnight to SueSue (as my kids call her).  Then my mom and I popped the bubbly, and sat in front of the television.  I realize this may seem boring, but it was wonderful.  Weekdays are so busy, for both of us, it is so nice to just sit on our bums and do nothing.  The sparkling wine makes it fancy.  After The Voice, we started an NCIS show.  I didn’t realize there were so many different spin offs of this show.  Last night, we were in New Orleans.  When my mom and I watch a show, there is a lot of talking going on.  Sometimes talking over a show is annoying, and it is most definitely always annoying during a movie, but not last night. Not on date night. We were dissecting the show, trying to figure out who was the guilty party, on this occasion who kidnapped the baby.  It is a race to see who can figure the clues out in the shortest amount of time.  My mom was convinced she had figured it all out, but my thoughts were it was too early in the show to have the bad guy already.  I won’t go into detail about who was right (me cough cough) but neither one of us figured out the whole story so we’ll call it a tie.  Until next time!

Whoomp There it is!

IMG_2573The first day we got to wear our T-shirts outside, our first glimpse of summer!  The kids started swimming lessons Sunday morning, and then we headed to the park with some friends.  In those earlier hours, we had to wear the jackets because the sun wasn’t too hot yet, but after lunch it was so beautiful out!  I hear patios all over calling my name.  I can’t wait to be swimming at the cottage…well maybe I can wait just a little longer, Easter has really messed up my desire to look good in a bathing suit.  I am full of chocolate eggs and coffee.  Better to get that out of my system first!

F has been cranky and whiny this past week, and I knew it was most likely a sickness coming on that caused it, but it is still hard to be patient after days of it.  Turns out, it was a cold coming on, and the poor guy is home today.  He went to bed last night without dinner, as per his request, and then coughed most of the night.  He seems better today, but when this morning when he started crying (real tears) after I told him he couldn’t wear his lace up Converse running shoes to school because he cannot tie laces yet, I knew he needed a day home to rest.  We have watched a lot of Paw Patrol and now he is colouring in the drawing room.  I call the craft room that because I am an English major and my favourite courses were 19th century literature.  Yup, you guessed it, I love Jane Austen.  She is popular for a reason.

So, now we are having a day together, which is so fun.  I don’t often spend time with just one of my three kids.  The whining has also stopped because he has my undivided attention and I think the cold is passing through.  He sounds a bit like a seal when he coughs, it’s that barking kind, but we are on top of it with puffers.  I am sure L will be home with the cough next, but for now I am off to fold laundry and then colour my own picture in the drawing room with F.  Enjoy the sunshine!

Good Morning Sunshine

As I have said before, I am not exactly a morning person.  I like to sleep and things that get in the way of my sleep can annoy me.  Like if the Hubby did not shut the door of the bathroom while he flicks the light on and shaves.  Or if his alarm goes off and he tosses and turns and groans in the bed.  I am still sleeping here.  I don’t often wake my kids up, in fact I can’t remember the last time I woke the boys, but I did sometime this year wake up A so we weren’t late for school.  She did not want to get out of bed, and I didn’t blame her.  Sleep is good.   I feel I should add, I am aware that I am in the fault here by being grumpy in the morning, the Hubby is not annoying.  I should be getting up anyway.  But, knowing I am the one being ridiculous just makes me even more grumpy!  Then I wake up and I am a nicer human being.

The boys have a morning ritual they started around the age of one.  They hum and rock back and forth in their beds.  L is the ring leader, and sometimes F follows suit.  At the cottage last summer, Popi (my father-in-law) was sleeping in a tent right outside our window.  He woke up thinking he was in a monastery listening to monks.  It is very loud if you are anywhere near them, let alone in the same room.  After, lets say 20 minutes of the humming, they start throwing some words in.  They might sing about something they dreamed about, or something they want to do when they get up.  For example, I have heard something along the lines of “hmmmmm cars and trucks…hmmmmm I want to play with cars and trucks…hmmmm”.  It is hard to understand without actually hearing it, but think of their voice being very nasally with slowly drawn out and extended words.  The things they say can make me laugh, or make me cover my ears with my pillow and say “shhshhhshhh people are sleeping”.  It depends on how early it is and what they are saying.  I wish I wrote down some of the “songs” they have done, there has been some real gems.

After this ritual, they used to head into A’s room and wake her up.  She wrote a sign on her bedroom door that said “no boys allowed in the mornings” and a picture of her sleeping.  Then a friend introduced me to It’s OK to Wake owls from Indigo, and it has been a blessing (when they listen to it).  It is like an alarm clock stuffed into a soft owl.  I set the alarm for 7:00 a.m. and it glows green when it is okay to wake.  If they push it before it is green, it will say “go back to sleep” and sing a lullaby.  If they miss the green part (never happened) they can push it up to an hour after the time and it will say “it’s okay to wake now!” and sing an upbeat tune.  Genius.  Thanks to whoever invented this.

That sums up what happens in the first light of day at our house, but now the timer for my hair dye has beeped, so I am off to wash the grey’s away.  Until tomorrow!

Party Animals

I forgot how busy Easter weekend is with kids!  My sister in law, K, mentioned that you expect it to be chaos over Christmas holidays, but you forget how busy the Easter long weekend is.  She is so right.  It was super fun, but we are still paying for it.  Of course, in my case, some of that is self inflicted.  I went to an afternoon BBQ Friday with the kids at J and A’s house, the Hubby’s brother and his wife, and then to one of the best dinner party/ games night, sans kids, after.  It was too much fun, and the next day I was ready for bed as soon as I woke up.

There was no time for going back to bed Saturday, as we headed to my dad’s house for Easter dinner.  My dad always goes the extra mile to make sure the kids have a great time, and his kids too!  He loves to spoil us all, and he always remembers juiceboxes for the kids.  The food was good and the company was better.  My kids hadn’t seen their new cousin, my sisters daughter, in months.  My sister and her hubby have been escaping winter in Florida, and when they got back the kids all had colds so we stayed away.  It was so fun seeing them all together, and watching my niece, M, stare questioningly at the loud kids cartwheeling and showing of their “I am not running in the house Mama, only walking super fast” skills.  The night ended with chocolate oreo truffles, pie and latte.  If I was not there, I’d be jealous too.

Sunday, the Easter bunny visited us twice.  First at home, leaving chocolate, toothbrushes and dinosaur eggs, and then at the Farm (my mother and father-in-law’s place).  The kids look forward to the farm every year, it is so fun to watch them hunt for eggs outside with cousins (first and what do you call your cousin’s children? First cousins once removed? Second cousins? Them too!).  My mother-in-law is the perfect host, the food is always fantastic and plentiful, the wine flows and the table is beautifully decorated.  I would like to rewind, go back and do it all over again.  Only, the kids are still tired from all the excitement.

My guys are asleep by 7 p.m. most nights, sometimes A reads in bed for a little while.  Easter weekend had three late nights, A even had her first sleepover at another house Friday night.  They are all exhausted, and poor A is home from school today as she coughed all night long.  Thank goodness it is a short week, and the kid’s can have an early night until this next busy weekend comes!  Hope you all had a wonderful Easter!  Thanks to all my family for celebrating with me.

Good Hair Day

If I were Julie Andrews, I’d be singing about wine, chocolate, cheese, good hair days and eyelash curlers as a few of my favourite things.  I can usually tell if I will have a good hair day right after the shower while it’s still wet.  Maybe I didn’t rub all the conditioner out or my hair knows if I am in a grumpy mood and follow suit, but whatever the reason for those bad hair days, the way it falls after I brush tells me if it’s going to be a good one or not.  I would say I have medium curly hair, if the scale went from slightly to extra curly.  When I last cut my hair, it was so damaged I had to have about 8 inches taken off, so now if I leave it curly my hair looks like a triangle.  All those with curly hair know what I mean.  So, if I have plans I usually straighten it.

Last weekend the Hubby and I had a party to attend, and I was having a good hair day.  Then it got even better.  The kids sometimes brush my hair, which I should add to my favourite things.  My daughter, A, had a friend over, but the boys F and L wanted to brush my hair.  They took turns, first with the regular brush, and then the round brush.  They tuck it behind my ear, or brush it over my eyes and giggle.  Then we painted our nails.  L wanted pink, but only on half of his nail pink because he only likes pink a little bit, and gold.  F wanted brown, the same as me.  The Hubby came home and I told him about our day and he laughed and said “great” sarcastically but I know it doesn’t bother him.  It was a great day, and my hair was so smooth my friend hosting the party noticed!