This is where life is lately

There was the Saturday we were all hanging out on the front lawn and then Sunday we were hit with the inevitable cold snap. The temperature fell so low, so quickly that I think our backyard thermometer actually froze at -40.

We had a week of that and then… it was gone. That is the way things are where we live. Today we were on the front lawn again. It’s not that it isn’t cold, it’s just that when it is only -5 out my children think it is Spring and don’t understand why they still need to wear to warm clothing (or, as is the case with my eldest, why she has to wear ANY clothing.)

I was checking out blog posts from last January and it seems I spend most of January thinking about what I want life to be like for the next year and not writing about it. The first half of this January was also marked by the insanity of me deciding to go on the birth control pill and the resulting mood swings and awfulness that followed. After three weeks of crying while reading happy children’s books, napping on the couch for an hour every afternoon (admittedly, that was rather nice) and generally feeling pregnant I am now on my way back to normal. Or at least I hope I am. I’m on menstrual cycle #2 of the month so there’s that. Time to consider other options.

I have sat down to write a post so many times over the last couple weeks but something seems to be escaping me. Perhaps I feel I have nothing interesting to say anymore – I suppose that is the problem with reading so many blogs that are similar to ones own: we are all variations on a theme. But still, I want to write and so I keep reflecting on what I want to write about.

All that being said, life is really great right now. I finally feel, after 3.5+ years of motherhood that the cobwebs are starting to clear a bit. Slowly we are establishing a rhythm in our days that works. I’m pretty sure the introduction of preschool helped with this – plus my insistence on quiet time. I’ve been reading a lot lately about rhythm and solidifying my beliefs on how I want to raise my children. Sleep helps a lot too.

I know no one can ever do it all but I wonder how some people manage to raise children, cook, craft and blog every day. (Notice I didn’t mention anything about cleaning? Priorities, priorities.) I think my next step is to get on a writing schedule. So far this month I have managed to introduce a couple more things into our daily schedule and they are all working out well. But please don’t suggest getting up before the girls. That sounds great in theory but as it is I already have one babbling away in her crib and the other one lurking outside our door waiting for the 6:30 alarm to go off.

This new computer the Mister gave me is lovely but I haven’t figured out how to properly edit photos now that I am Photoshop-less. If this post took forever to load because of the size of these photos please let me know.

January goals

These days I’m sitting back and enjoying things while I take stock of what I want out of 2012. I haven’t written out a long list of goals although I have some hopes and dreams floating around in my mind – some rather mundane and some a little exciting, a little secret. I think maybe my only resolution will be to practice goal setting each month so that certain small, quiet goals become habits. Perhaps this isn’t really blog worthy? But there it is.

I think creating good habits is one of the hardest things people can do. Bad habits, not so much eh?

This month my goal is to start the day like I am going to work: I get dressed, tame/do my hair and brush my teeth before dealing with the girls. This doesn’t sound like much but I’ve stuck with it and it is helping calm my mind. I am no longer trying to get dressed with children hanging off of me or trying to steal things out of my drawers/take everything off my dresser and run away (I’m looking at you Fionnuala). My teeth are feeling much better too.

That small change has created other changes in our day too – it’s like a chain-reaction of order slowly starting to happen. Well, as ordered as things can be with two children under the age of four. It feels good.

I was reflecting on how easy it was for me to embrace our dietary change. I never really liked meat and giving up dairy was easier than I thought it was going to be because I felt so damn good so quickly. I know it was harder for the Mister initially and Moira still talks about “when we ate meat projects” but one of these days she is (hopefully) going to forget (right?). (At this point Fionnuala would eat a car if you cut it up small enough and put it in a bowl in front of her so we haven’t heard any complaints out of her.) My point is that it was an easy change to make because it made me feel so good. I’m trying to keep that in mind as I form new, healthy habits.

I have other goals for this month too of course – other wishes as well. I need to sit down and write them out before I share them though.

What are you working on this month?

2011: The Year in Photos

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Many happy returns of the day.

I love this time of year. I don’t love the hectic crazy that comes with the Christmas season – I love the time that comes after that; the week between Christmas and New Years. I always feel a little giddy thinking about my hopes and dreams for the coming year and reflecting on the past year.

For us it has been a good year. 2010 was really crazy & stressful with buying & renovating a house, having a new baby & various upheavals at the Mister’s work. This year we had two major resolutions:  no moving house and no getting pregnant (you can laugh but I was paranoid the whole year because I was nursing – steps have now been taken to make me not quite so paranoid anymore). My other resolution was to get better organized and, well, that is still a work in progress. With a new baby we just wanted a quiet year and I think (with the exception of more upheaval’s at the Mister’s work) we achieved that.

As many of you know, today is also my birthday which means that the start of the New Year really is a new year for me. It’s been a great birthday.  The Mister surprised me this morning with a MacBook Air. Really surprised me. I had jokingly said to him when he went to buy my present, “but I can’t think of anything my computer needs?” (Gifts tend to be computer-related: new laptop battery, external servers etc. I am more than okay with this.) Turns out I needed a new computer. It is so fancy but I’m sitting here on my old computer because I have promised myself to get it organized before I switch over. A new computer is such a great thing to get at the beginning of the year – and such a great way to make a fresh start (after I finish the monumental task of downsizing my photo library).

Also, I just finished my second piece of birthday pie (Grasshopper from this book in case you are wonder) made by the Mister & Moira.

Good things about the past year:

  • We stuck to our vegan/Whole Foods Plant-Based diet for the entire year. It has now been 16 months and we are still feeling great and are enjoying the adventure more and more.
  • Fionnuala went from being a small babe to a talking, running, demanding toddler.
  • The girls can now play together in some ways and it is wonderful to watch them.
  • We started a large garden and mini fruit orchard in our front and back yards. We played in the dirt a lot and digging became a form of therapy for me & the Mister.
  • Discovering Simplicity Parenting and learning about Steiner/Waldorf philosophies. I have found it all to be very inspirational and helping me become the kind of mom/person I want to become.
  • Having my Mum come to visit and seeing her and Moira become really close. (Have you seen this photo – that’s M talking to my Mum on the phone.)
  • Raising my girls to love books as much as I do:

Reading on the couch. (Alfie's World)

Reading cookbooks at the kitchen table.

I’m looking forward to so many things this year I think it deserves its own post. I am sure there were many, many more great things about the past year but I really need to go to bed – even though I just had a piece of pie.

Real tree, real pine cones

Hanging out under the tree.

Oh December, you seem to be getting away from me. I’m not sure I’m doing such a great job of slowing things down either – at least not from my perspective. There have been parties and gift exchanges every weekend since the beginning of the month and Moira is starting to expect presents where ever she goes now. (And why wouldn’t she?) Both girls are acting out a lot more too and I’m convinced it is all related.

Sick of Christmas music and looking for a change? She took these off the shelf herself.

This doesn’t mean that I’m cancelling Christmas. Far from it. Now that all the external commitments are over things can finally calm down and the part I’m really looking forward to can begin – our own small little Christmas. I’m trying not to get bent out of shape on not getting everything done though. I had hoped to make the girls some new jammies but they may turn into New Year’s jammies since I haven’t even finished tracing the pattern and stockings have yet to be made.

But the Mister went out and bought us a beautiful tree – with real pine cones on it! We didn’t even want to decorate it since it was so beautiful (but of course, we did). There are ornaments strewn all over the house and I’ve stopped picking them up. They often make it back to the tree themselves.

I spend a lot of time laying on the floor staring at my beautiful ceiling.

I keep thinking of interesting things to write about – but when evening comes all I want to do is knit and watch Downton Abbey. So that is what I do.

I do love the feeling of winding down another year – and a good year it has been too.

 

Caught in the death glare

I don’t know what is up with my girls these days but they are a mess.

Fionnuala cried all day yesterday and won’t let me put her down at all – I suspect it is her teeth as she will now ask for her soothie (“Sou?” “Sou?”) if it isn’t clutched in her hand. I had been trying to hide it in her drawer when she isn’t sleeping but I’ll deal with that when the last of the molars comes through.

Moira is still battling for control over Every. Little. Thing. This means we are constantly locking horns. Today involved two full-scale tantrums, one involving the march-of-shame through the mall. I don’t really want to get into details but it just confirms my belief that children should never go to the mall EVER. I have only myself to blame for that one but we all wanted to get out of the house and a nice warm play area seemed like a better idea than putting Fionnuala out in the cold (see above photo and then imagine putting that in a snowsuit).

However, they are both asleep now and tomorrow we will try again. It wasn’t all bad – it never is – but it’s exhausting.

Simplicity Monday: Slowing down the season

The snow fell thick and fast on Saturday night as we drove home from the first family Christmas celebration of the season. My wishes for a simpler Christmas are going unheeded by some members of our family but I’m figuring out ways to deal with them.

For the last couple months  we end our day by talking about our “favourite things” from that day. Saturday was busy – much busier than usual. We went to a breakfast party in the morning and had a family Christmas dinner in the evening. Usually I wouldn’t schedule two things in a day but since we would be able to keep to our regular nap/quiet-time schedule I thought it would be okay. Here were Moira’s favourite things from Saturday:

1) Being in the snow.

2) Throwing sticks in the river (after the breakfast party).

3) Seeing her friend Evey.

Anyone see any mention of presents on that list?

We spent Sunday in an exhausted stupor. Even today we still feel as though we are recovering.

From this past Saturday until the 25th there are parties and present-opening events every weekend until Christmas. That is four weekends in a row! So our week days will be kept quiet. We will go to preschool, our weekly trip to the library and maybe a playdate with a close friend. Nothing too stressful. Lots of time at home, lots of stories, lots of snuggles.

This article: The 5 Best Toys of All Time has been making its way around the internet these days.  It’s a fun read and so true.

There is a great article up on Simplicity Parenting by Gwen Elliot (from the lovely blog Barn Raising about simplifying the Christmas season.

December 1st

Things have been quiet around here these days. I’m slowly getting us ready for the season and have been listening to The Chieftain’s Christmas cd (this one) since the Mister brought it home a couple of weeks ago. I don’t usually break out the Christmas music that early but when he came home with it I was reminded about how much I love singing Christmas carols. So I’ve brought out the sheet music and taken some books out of the library and have been plunking away the tunes for the girls (my piano skills can best be described as “plunking” but I am grateful that I can read sheet music).

Recently the Mister and I wrote a letter to our families describing the kind of Christmas we wanted (or really, the life we want). A simple Christmas. With few presents. I’m trying to find my way back to loving the season and all the joy it can bring and not, as has been the way for the last many years, going towards it with a giant knot of anxiety in my stomach.

The letter started off like this:

There is one image from the last couple of months that really stands out in our minds: Moira standing on an overturned laundry basket, banging on a container of ground cloves with a wooden spoon, giving us a concert for over an hour. (This has happened more than once.) We have a saying in our house that we repeat to each other again and again when we see the girls doing things: ‘expensive toys’. We say this because what the girls gravitate to the most aren’t the complicated toys, but rather a basket of cloths, the play kitchen, the tea set and the wooden fruit. Moira may not tell you that the “cloths” are her favourite toy but, next to Sookie’s tag, they are what get played with the most.

So we have implemented a one-present rule. I understand that children can be a pleasure to buy for but it really does overwhelm them to have too many gifts – usually they want to start playing with what they have opened right away and not have to go through another dozen (or two) more. One really well thought out present given with love is worth more than a mountain of plastic that is easily discarded.

Really, with what is happening in Attawapiskat right now – such extreme poverty in our own country – it makes me feel physically ill to be a part of such consumer waste when there are people who aren’t having their basic needs met.

Anyway. We shall see how that goes. Until then I’ll just keep singing. Today I was working on The Angel Gabriel and Moira felt the need to interrupt my plunking to tell me it was a beautiful song. She’s right.

Simplicity Monday: Refinding your rhythm when things go awry

I started this Simplicity Monday post last Monday but didn’t really feel up to finishing it. The week before the Mister left was a rough week. Not only were both Fionnuala and the Mister sick, but it was the Silent Auction for Moira’s preschool on Saturday night and my committee (of which I am chair of because of stupidity and last-minute form filling-out on my part) was in charge of the food. We were in charge of soliciting food donations and, well, even when I worked at Sbux I hated so much as upselling a muffin so asking people to part with their money isn’t really up my alley.

I was so relieved when it was all over. Except that after a late-night I got up early on Sunday to give the Mister a kiss goodbye before he left for a week and turned around to find the house in shambles. I was out all day Saturday and it was all the (remember: sick) Mister could do to lay on the couch and keep an eye on the girls as they tore the place apart. But at least nobody vomited. Sunday I was exhausted and ill-feeling myself and still had to feed these little creatures and be nice to them (with varying degrees of success on that last one).

Sunday was rough.

Monday morning, however, we got back on schedule. Little people were washed and dressed, we got to preschool on time. We even made a late-afternoon excursion out to run some errands because people needed to get out of the house. Getting out of the house post-nap/quiet time is a lot easier in the summer because it involves sitting in the yard or weeding or going for a walk. In the winter it involves way too much clothing and babies crying because of cold fingers. But we did it.

Still, without the Mister the week just seemed off. (And I had more preschool duties to stress me out but that’s a different issue.) I felt like it took me all week just to get some of the mess under control.

However, I’m a stickler for two things and those were my touchstone all week: nap/quiet time and an early bedtime. Every day Moira says “I’m not going to have a quiet time!” And every day she does. She needs it, I need it. I know it. She knows it. It is non-negotiable – and her protests are pretty faint anyway – she won’t admit it but she enjoys her quiet time. I’ve got it so that 95% of the time the girls are sharing their nap/quiet time which means I get a break.

Without that break getting through the rest of the day is really hard.

Bedtime around here is between 6 & 6:30 p.m. If Moira has an actual nap (rare but it does happen) she can stay up later – usually 7:30-8 although it takes her a long time to fall asleep. I will admit to having finished the full night-time routine and putting both kids to bed by 6 p.m. a couple of times last week – but those were also days when nap/quiet time wasn’t as long as everyone  needed. Moira is usually asleep within 10 minutes.

What are you a stickler for in your day?

(As I was writing this, Moira was in her room having quiet time. The Mister & I can’t tell if she is running laps or dancing in there but there is definitely singing going on and a lot of movement.)

 

 

A quiet weekend

I thought with the Mister being away all last week I would get a lot of writing done. Or a lot of cleaning or cooking or organizing or reading. But I didn’t. Mostly I collapsed in the evenings and mindlessly surfed the internet or read from The Complete Tassajara Cookbook and then went to bed. The week previous I had been very busy getting ready for Moira’s preschool silent auction and both the Mister & Fionnuala had a bad bout of stomach flu.

I think we were all out-of-sorts without each other. The Mister changed his flight so he came home two days early. We’ve all been tired this weekend – even Moira had a nap both days. We generally spend so little time apart – things are much better now that our family is complete again.

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Moira went to a birthday party on Saturday and got a balloon. Today I found her asleep on her bed (see photo above) clutching her balloon. She has barely let go of it since she got home Saturday night. We could probably give her a single balloon for Christmas and she would be happy. I, on the other hand, checked on her a couple of times to make sure that balloon wasn’t suffocating her face while she slept. I don’t know, I’m not usually paranoid but balloons and kids make me nervous. And yes, that is a homemade Winnie-the-Pooh (and Piglet beside him) on her bed that were made in the 70′s for my older sister and brother).

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Today the Mister & I worked on cleaning our room (still unfinished since we moved in a year and a half ago). We have two bags of clothing to donate and a little more breathing room. As much as I try not to be wasteful I have to admit lately I love throwing things away. Right now in our big black wheelie bin we have a broken down chair and an old push mower that didn’t really work. It feels so good to get rid of things that are cluttering our home.