My son Aidan recently turned 6. He is convinced he is a certified "big boy" now.

His new school requires him to catch a bus to and from our home school. On this very same bus, he met a boy, a boy his age but not his size, a very cute little guy that I think could still probably wear a size 3 top comfortably even though he is 4 going on 5 (if he is not 5 already!) DO NOT BE DECEIVED THE KID IS A GENIUS...I look forward to getting to know him better and them maybe even being "best friends" in the future :)

These kids have a good time on the bus. They share stories, exchange smuggled toys, engage in some deep conversation and recently I felt as though I was partially welcomed into their world. Aidan offered me some gum after getting off the bus he said it was the hot kind (I was thinking "YES, CINNAMON!") I told him I was down for some.

When I saw it-it was the kind of thing you could catch in a Little Rascals episode or better view on the back of a Garbage Pail Kid trading card (remember those? I used to be a collector!)

He literally dug it out of his winter jacket pocket-it was cinnamon gum, a trident stick probably (I don't know the brand-it was unwrapped). It was quite small and at closer glance it was actually a half of a piece of gum broken into yet two more halves that I should call quarters, and it was covered in "pocket waste" (not quite sure how else to say it)--the smaller portion even had a hair stuck to it(I got that piece). I took a look at it and as much as I wanted to delight with my son in the gift he had received I honestly had to tell him.

"Sorry man I can't eat it, it's really gross!It's like dirty and there is hair on it-where did you get it from?"

He said his pal's name and asked politely "Can I still eat it?" I cringed for a minute and then made a very controversial decision.

"If you want to eat it Sonny you can...You're a big boy it's up to you!"

He looked at me, gave me his little half grin and popped it in his mouth and began to chew (like a happy little calf would the first time she digested her first grass meal and tasted her cud).

I'm learning to let him grow up better without me always having my way and opinion-It'll only make him stronger...right? ;)


B-Zone Magazine

Aidan brought a magazine home from school today. His little brother and big father were quite pleased that Hannah Montana graced the front page (they are huge Hoe Down Throw Down Fans!)--But he had a surprise inside.....'Myles the Rockstar!'....sooooo fun!



My Grandad and Me

We are very different my Grandad and Me.
We don’t look quite the same
But fell from the same tree.

His skins ivory-
While my skin is brownish golden.

I’m quite the young lady-
Nana says he’s an old man!

Still my Grandad and me
Are like peas in a pod.

We love reading together
And playing in the yard.

He likes to catch fish-
And I scream when I see them!

I like to wear dresses-
And he loves to see me in them.

I am a princess-
And he is a king.

He is my hero
And I am his dream.

We are very different my Grandad and Me.


The 24th of March was to be my Grandfather's 78th birthday. He passed late last year and the farther I walk the more I realize how much of my heart he was. I miss him often, and my love, respect, and admiration grow for him daily. This is a poem I wrote about us a little while after he left. It makes me stronger. :)


I wish my teacher was a blogger...

This is a fun picture that I always meant to share but kept forgetting too! This year Aidan started a new school and I have been more then impressed with what goes on at this place. My most impressive finding to date....teachers who blog about their class activities, random happenings and student life. This is a picture from one of the Grade 5 blogs--It's Aidan telling the story of 'Myles the Rockstar' He felt so special and was particularly smiley getting off the school bus that day.

"They asked me for my autograph Mom!"

I was like "Really?"

He was like "Ya!"

"How did it feel?"

"It felt really good, but I wanted to write Myles' name on their papers since the story is mostly about him!"

I love my innocent "little-big" now 6 year old.
He's awesome!


special message to my Mom to follow:

Hey Mom
You probably read this post and took in not one thing because your eyes were stuck on the hole in his pants...to answer your question of "Does he wear those pants to school?" that you asked a couple of months ago:


Check out 'Myles the Rockstar' in April's edition of Today's Parent (page 111 to be exact!)

I got my copies but that still didn't stop me from picking up one while waiting in line at Shoppers and taking a free peek--Good Times!

This whole experience has been a whole lot of fun!



Waldo & the Crew @ the Metro Zoo

It was a beautiful day. There were kids running around eating popsicles, some in shorts and t-shirts? I even saw like 5 month old in a onesie and really light sweats....hmmmm?

My daughter is the yeti in the following pics-my son is the boy dressed like Waldo with the humongous scarf on and my nice niece Ava is the darling in the rad shades. That was the crew for the day. Aidan wasn't there he was at Pioneer Village with his camp-(lucky guy gets to hang out at the Y all week long-I need some of that sweat in my life these days!) The adult supervision provided was me, Auntie Jacquie and of course Nana.

I remember going to the zoo all the time as a kid for March Break with my Nana and Grandad and whomever else could squeeze into the car. I remember the free coupons we received in our report cards. I remember it was always being freezing cold and a few images come to mind when I think back, polar bears, long freezing cold walk up "that hill" and a wonderfully brisk day spent with my sisters and cousins.

I've grown a bit since then so the hill is not as big and for some reason in my eyes the polar bears have lost their splendor. I love the zoo please don't misundertand but all the animals seem a little tired these days--like literally. Maybe I have watched too much Madagascar or something because I am by no means an animal activist or rights person at all (yet), but their lives seemed a little dare I say--drab. I wonder if it has always been like this?

Did I say it was a beautiful day for the zoo. The kids really enjoyed themselves and enjoyed seeing all the water animals enjoy themselves. Most memorable animal of the day for me were the turtles all the "exciting" other animals were taking naps. Mom said it was probably because it was so warm?....All that to say this.

The kids had a blast. They enjoyed the creatures in a casual glancing kind of way and in a strange way to my delight were more concerned about each others company and entertainment as opposed to watching Booty the monkey scratch itself(I kid you not the monkeys we saw yesterday were named Booty, Poopy and Jemma).

I learned alot from them yesterday! (the kids)

"Take this for a rule, you may pick out such times and such companies, that you may make yourselves merrier,‥for 'tis the company and not the charge [expense] that makes the feast."

[1653 I. Walton Compleat Angler iii.]

I know it was not a feast, there was not much to be eaten besides the popsicles and ring pops, the cost was free because Nana paid (thanks again!) But being with almost everyone made the day grand.

Enjoy the rest of the month and try not to let all of your mature adult observations and opinions get in the way of a rockin' good time that can be had anywhere.



p.s. Don't think I am making fun of Myles because I called him Waldo. In my opinion he is quite cool and everyone used to fight for his books when it used to rain and we were subjected to an indoor recess- just for the record.

Thanks for all the cool pictures Auntie Jacquie!

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It was almost a Horrible Day...

I was up until almost 4 a.m. with my angelic daughter last night. I'll admit there were moments that almost brought me to tears. Was she screaming her head off? Was she uncomfortable with one of those baby type mysteries that are only solved with a burp from the face or butt? Absolutely none of the above she was just being Salome-Happy and looking for a nice long cuddle, some playtime and an after midnight snack. She never does this, so for some reason I decided to entertain.

And then the morning came-like the real morning not the "night morning" that I fell asleep in came. I heard my oldest having an almost heated discussion with Derek about his Sesame Bagel and Cream Cheese and he actually woke me and SALOME!

I got up to see what was going on, Derek told me to go back to bed. I went back to bed, Derek left to drop Aidan at the school bus and then..... Myles woke up in a puddle of urine--(argh!) Bed Wetting has a tendency to drive me relatively crazy when I am my normal "rested" self but when I am going on like 3 hours of sleep it is a devastator. So my back to bed lasted about 25 minutes. I got Myles into the shower and then my salvation arrived again. He told me to go back to bed.

I got into bed, thought I couldn't sleep then it happened--OUT COLD! woke up 2 hours later.

Derek was running out the door to grab Aidan from the school bus as I sauntered out to the living room to hang out with Myles and Salome. (Jesus please help me today!)

The TV was on (one of my pet peeves especially in the morning) I looked on the table and sure enough Myles' breakfast was sitting on the table-Whole wheat toast with salted butter and strawberry jam--this is a food that is undeniable to me and I cannot understand why any human would refuse it.

"Myles eat your toast."

"My Dad didn't do it right!"

"What do you mean he didn't do it right? It's perfect.--I'll have it!"

"No I want it but he didn't do it right I wanted jam on one piece and butter on the left piece!"

The morning almost got more confusing than it had to be. I told him to bring me the toast. I devoured it and in the midst of helping him, lost sight of Salome. She only really goes two places, the mailbox on the door to slap the crap out of the medal opening or to the recycling bin that is strategically placed almost in the middle of our kitchen floor. She is a rummager (not a word) of sorts I will admit. She loves to empty/dump stuff everywhere but you gotta love her!

I picked her up, placed her gently in the ExcerSaucer, took a deep breath and began picking up empty containers of water, cream cheese, ahh... who cares, I started picking up the garbage that we call recycling then the TV started playing my song.

This song! So Myles comes over to where I was, grabbed my hand and he started jumping up and down violently-so we danced some more. Then it ended. My day felt better and I decided that the eventfulness and loudness of the morning was going to be ok! So I opened up my browser, sat down to jot this little post and played this song at least 5 times over (and counting). To think it was almost a Horrible Day in my eyes. I wonder if there is any issue in life that a great song played at full blast can't almost remedy or at least medicate?

Looking forward to the rest of the day and believing that naptime will have a whole new definition.


thanks for the awesome OUTRO CBC KIDS!


30, and still so random?

Every year around my birthday I am asked:

"So how does it feel to be ______ (insert age here)?"

Usually I say I feel the same but when I was asked yesterday after reaching the big 3-0!!!! I actually thought about the question...and my thoughts:

"I feel different--really different. A mixture of emotions and feelings a bit of depression, disillusionment, some wonder, lots of joy and a whole lot of reflection."(this seems like an interview with myself right now...hmmmmmmmmm?)

I've been told "30 is the new 20" and by my really close friends I've been welcomed to the "Dirty Thirties" all quite confusing for me and I wish I new what side to choose but I'll figure it out as I go.

It was to be the "future" by now I should have a flying car, food flavored capsules for breakfast, lunch and dinner and of course have one of those cool dresses that the charming Jetson ladies wore (mine was to be much like Judy's!)

But NO, NO, NO! the name of this game is reality and at times at least to the common person it may seem to suck a little-Why you ask?

~I have an Accord (nice ride but --it does not fly!)

~the closest I get to capsules for mealtimes is Slim-Fast bars (for the record I gave up on those years ago)

~"Fly" dresses?---6 out of 7 days of the week you can catch me in my standard wardrobe-jeans and a hoodie. (on second thought after my three lovely children I would probably opt for Mr. Spacely's wife's dress)

It's been a long run of a year with many downs and ups, at times it has felt like an unwelcome but much needed reality check-I am accepting it as a kind of passage into TRUE adulthood or something? I'm learning better to be thankful with my growing experiences, taking life one day at a time and enjoying it the best way I know how.

I'm almost sure I'm happy to be 30, thankful for my neat little children, my peace husband, my loving famillia, my wonderful friends, our health and future.

Don't know really what else to say sooooo....



I apologize if this is your first visit to the blog- I actually post some good stuff on here (at least I have been told) I just had to stick this post up because writing helps me breathe.

This song always takes me back ;)


The Sole Project-A Family Affair...


You may remember back in February my post about a local organization Three Fold Ministries that I had come across through my local church that was running an initiative called “The Sole Project”. They were collecting lightly used shoes and clothing to send overseas to Haiti in response to the devastation that occurred after the earthquake in hopes to help out some of the people that were left in great need. I actually got a chance to converse with the Williamson-Bynoe Family-Robb, Sara, Caleb and Eden the people who are responsible for making this drive happen and I was ecstatic to find out that this project was indeed a family affair and an absolute labor of love.