A Short but Fun Visit…

We had a wonderful but very short visit with Grandpa and Beth this weekend.

We visited Boston.  The kids fished in the Canal outside of the children’s museum.

We had lunch at Dick’s Last Resort.  The wait staff spend the whole time being rude to the customers, making snide comments, throwing straws and fixing hats out of paper with insults on them.

  

And yes…that is root beer the Princess is drinking!

  

The Little Professor was not at all impressed or as he put it “It’s not my cup of tea!”

I have to agree with him.  It was a good laugh but I wouldn’t do it again.

Later the kids the relaxed in the Frog Pond in Boston Commons.

In fact there was a lot of swimming that took place with Grandpa and Beth….

when we brought them with us to one of the yearly bbq’s we attend.

It was such a hot weekend, so the water felt so good and refreshing while we spent hours goofing off in the pool.

   

  

We all had so much fun.  It was sad to see Grandpa and Beth leave today.  The Professor watched teary eyed as they drove out of view and said “They haven’t even left our road yet and I miss them so much already”.

Our Home and Native Land…

Today Grandpa (my dad) and Beth (Grandpa’s girlfriend) arrived!  The kids woke up early and kept asking me over and over again “When will Grandpa be here?”, even though we knew they were arriving around 12:30pm.  When they pulled up to the house, the kids went crazy jumping  and running around.  They were so happy too see their Grandpa.  We don’t get to see him very often because he lives in Canada, so a visit is always super exciting for us!  We love it when Grandpa comes to visit!

One of the side benefits of having Grandpa visit is that he comes bearing gifts.  He restocks my Canadian treats stash…my naughty stash!  

My fridge and cupboards are now filled with May Wests, Smarties, Shreddies and Coffee Crisps!  We have Gravol for our long trip to Disney in case someones tummy becomes ill.  There will be Dare cookies to go with the English Breakfast Tea from the English Shoppe and Cheez Whiz that is tangy in taste and not bland.

Oh Canada…my home and native land….

Not only does Grandpa bring gifts from himself but he also delivers care packages from other family members like my mum and my nanny.  It ends up being a very nice sized collection of Canadian goodies!  It’s not all for me, some of it is for the kids and some of it I have to share with my darling hubby.

The things I do for love.

Even though it seems like a lot, everything will be carefully rationed out in order to make it stretch for the next 6 months to a year.  Since we don’t have a set date for our next trip to Canada it’ll be even more cherished with restricted consumption.  Not knowing when we’ll get to stock up again makes each item more valuable.

Part of having the stash is just plain ol’ nostalgia.  Just knowing I have access to Canadian treats fights off the homesickness that tries to sneak in even after the past 8 years.  It takes comfort food to a whole new level!

So thank you Dad, thank you Nanny and thank you Mum!  To everyone else it may look like a big pile of junk food, but to me it’s a piece of Canada – my home.

Weekend at Mummy’s

Sometimes a Mummy just needs to get away for a bit and breath and that’s exactly what I did this weekend.  A couple other Mom’s and I went camping.  I realized just how blessed I am to have such wonderful friends.  Even though it rained, we were still able to sit outside under the awning and  relax in the glow of the hanging lights and some candles.

Today Daddy and the children came to help me close up the trailer and tow it back home.  I was greeted with big hugs and kisses, even my little Milk Monkey was saying “Mu-mmy, Mu-mmy” rather than his usual plea’s for Daddy.  He was snuggly in my arms and didn’t want me to let him go.  It felt good knowing I was missed so much and even though I had a fabulous time, I was so happy to be back with my family.

Back at home, the Milk Monkey decided it was time to stay vertical in his travels and he began walking.  Just like that!  I was so happy I didn’t miss it!  Daddy and I sat in the play area with our little cutie and had him walk back and forth between us, the whole time laughing at our obviously amazing little guy!  Even though we’ve experienced this twice before with the Little Professor and the Princess, it was just as awesome with our Milk Monkey.

Tonight we are fake camping once again.  The kids were a little bummed they didn’t get to go with me this weekend so we agreed to camp out in the trailer for the night.  The decision was met with cheers and lots of excitement as they gathered their chosen stuffies, along with their pillows and blankets and we all made our way out.  All three kids whispered and giggled in their bunkhouse as they were falling off to sleep and it warmed my heart listening as our little Milk Monkey was included in the fun.  He’s getting so big and he’s really finding his place with his siblings.  I love it!!

Chubby, Little Ball of Terror…

A little over a year ago the Milk Monkey entered our lives.  He was a sweet, laid back baby.  We weren’t sure how we’d handle having a third child, but were pleasantly surprised at how easy he was.  There was barely a ripple in our daily schedule.  He was the missing piece to our family puzzle.

Now our little sweetheart is more like a chubby, little ball of terror.  He’s trouble with a capital T!

Forget the terrible twos, right now we just need to make it through the wild ones!  It’s not that he climbs everything he comes in contact with, or that he amuses himself by trying to bite everyone and it’s not even that he still spends the majority of his day doing his ear piercing screeches, it’s that he does all of that constantly and more.  He bites, he pinches, he tries to poke our eyes out, he pulls hair and he smacks…and when he’s done all that, he does it all again while giggling his deep belly laugh.  It’s all fun and games while trying to poke someone’s eye out.

Today he escaped, his play area, made a run for the stairs, climbed them and crawled to his siblings room just slightly out of my reach the whole time.  For his safety I sat him in his highchair.  He screeched, he threw his puffs at me, he stuck his finger down his throat repeatedly making himself gag and finally he started rocking his chair back and forth until it wasn’t safe and I had to take him out.

I eventually sat in the play area with him and let him climb on the couch hoping that if he was allowed, he’d get bored and move on.  He did get bored – but not before pulling a chunk of my hair out first – and tried to swan dive off the couch head first. Thankfully, I was right there and grabbed his leg just before his head made contact with the floor.  That elicited shrieks of joy from my little cherub.

 

Daddy arrived home and made the decision to cut back on the little Milk Monkey’s play area.  The new area doesn’t have furniture to climb on, and there’s no way to open it and sneak out.  The decision was made for the baby’s safety as much as for Mummy’s sanity.  It didn’t take long for our little one to realize he could push the gate towards me, his little leg muscles bulging in the process but Daddy put a stop to that by tying the gate in place.  There’s no escaping now, thank you very much!

I love my little guy, whether he’s quiet and agreeable, or he’s a chubby, little ball of terror!  He’s still the perfect addition to our family. However, when I look back on my little Milk Monkey’s photos of the past year, I can’t help but wonder…

What happened to our sweet, little laid back guy?

Repost – My Children…my life…

This is a re-post of my very first blog entry.  A few things have changed since then, the cat has died, the kids have grown, esepcially the Milk Monkey but even still, so much is the same.  Life is still crazy and I am still, and always will be, thankful for the gift of my children and all the wonderful time we get to spend together!  

This remains my favourite post out all of them in the last six months!

 

It’s taken me a long time to start this blog, partly because of the wild, craziness I call my life, but mostly because I just wasn’t sure how to begin.  I’ve decided the best way is to introduce myself.

 

I’m 38 (wow, that seems so old when I write it out!), and married with 3 young children…

 

The Little Professor (age 6):  My first born, my kind heart, my little gentleman.  He paves the way for his younger siblings and forgives my errors in uncharted parenting. He is my sunshine!  He amazes me with his sponge like abilities for knowledge.  His goal: to be a marine biologist.

 

 

The Mighty Princess (age 4): So strong, so stubborn, so beautiful, she’s my wild child.  She adores her brother and often patiently lives in his shadow but when she emerges she shines.  She’s a natural born leader but will gladly follow if it leads to something good.  She’s opinionated, and her own little girl. She’s smart and she has never encountered a problem she couldn’t solve. Her smile is radiant and her love is honey, she’s my little princess.  Her goal: to be an obstetrician and to get our pet cat to love her.

 

 

The Milk Monkey (age 9 months): My baby, my hungry little guy.  My 9 and a half pound preemie and still growing fast! So calm and content and perfect.  I’m enjoying the journey as his personality blooms.  His goal: drink as much milk as he can.

 

My children are my life and I don’t just mean that in the whimsical way, I mean it in the literal way.  From morning to night and even to the next morning, I am with my children, loving them, feeding them, changing them, teaching them, hopefully inspiring them to be the best they can be.  In a week of 168 hours, I am usually within 20 feet of them for 160.  I love it, I wouldn’t want it to be any other way.  There are definitely times when my patience is tested, but even if my children went to a school or I went to an office, I would still have those challenging moments.

 

My children are my blessings from God and I thank Him every day for them!

 

 

The Driving Force of All Nature…

We drink a lot of water in our family.  Until lately, it was all bottled.  We were tossing hundreds of bottles of water out every month.  Even though we are strict about recycling I still felt guilty seeing all the empty bottles out by the curb every week.  If that wasn’t bad enough, we were spending a small fortune on water!

One day I came across findaspring.com and out of curiosity I checked out the map and found a free spring, Mt. Blue Spring, in Hingham MA.  It’s about 15 mins from where we live.  It is pre-filtered and flows freely from taps that are located in a shed.  It’s natural, healthy and absolutely delicious!

We take some time every Saturday to go fill up our big bottles of water.  It’s become a family event and the kids really enjoy being a part of the process.  They’re very helpful!   I like that we’re getting our water from a natural source and we’re being environmentally responsible – which is something we could all be more conscious about.

Outside the filling shed is a sign that tells everyone to please protect the drinking water.  It really got me thinking when I read it.  What a wonderful thing we’ve found.  We’re so use to paying for water, whether we buy it from the local government or from one of the many stores.  In fact, during the 1800’s, water from Mt. Blue Spring was commercially bottled and sold but now it’s completely free.  There’s just something about going and collecting our water from a natural source that really does make me want to protect it.

The Animal School…

I came across this Fable and it really resonated with me.  So often I get doubts about my ability to home school.  They sneak up and attack from behind on the days when I’m exhausted or emotionally spent.  Sometimes I think life would be so much easier if I just sent the kids to public school, and truthfully it would be.  Then I read something like The Animal School and our decision to home school is confirmed within me.  We are giving our children the gift of being themselves, excelling in their natural talents, while aiding them without judgement with the things they struggle in.  We are allowing them to pursue things that interest them while letting go of the unnecessary.  I know the path we’ve chosen is not always going to be easy but I strongly believe in what we are doing for our children and so far, the results speak for themselves!

 

The Animal School: A Fable

by George Reavis

Once upon a time the animals decided they must do something heroic to meet the problems of a “new world” so they organized a school. They had adopted an activity curriculum consisting of running, climbing, swimming and flying. To make it easier to administer the curriculum, all the animals took all the subjects.

The duck was excellent in swimming. In fact, better than his instructor. But he made only passing grades in flying and was very poor in running. Since he was slow in running, he had to stay after school and also drop swimming in order to practice running. This was kept up until his webbed feet were badly worn and he was only average in swimming. But average was acceptable in school so nobody worried about that, except the duck.

The rabbit started at the top of the class in running but had a nervous breakdown because of so much makeup work in swimming.

The squirrel was excellent in climbing until he developed frustration in the flying class where his teacher made him start from the ground up instead of the treetop down. He also developed a “charlie horse” from overexertion and then got a C in climbing and D in running.

The eagle was a problem child and was disciplined severely. In the climbing class, he beat all the others to the top of the tree but insisted on using his own way to get there.

At the end of the year, an abnormal eel that could swim exceeding well and also run, climb and fly a little had the highest average and was valedictorian.

The prairie dogs stayed out of school and fought the tax levy because the administration would not add digging and burrowing to the curriculum. They apprenticed their children to a badger and later joined the groundhogs and gophers to start a successful private school.

Does this fable have a moral?

Note: This story was written when George Reavis was the Assistant Superintendent of the Cincinnati Public Schools back in the 1940s! This content is in the public domain and free to copy, duplicate, and distribute.

100 Posts!

Today we reached a milestone!

This is our 100th post!

Woohoo!

It all started here with the first post.

I had no idea what I was taking on, I just knew I wanted to write and I wanted to see if anyone would be interested in what I had to say.  It was difficult at first.  I was very nervous and extremely apprehensive, but also very excited.  After a couple weeks, it started to feel like I was writing a note to an old friend each time.  A few of my readers are old friends and family, but a lot of you are people I’ve never met.

I’m surprised at how many people read our family adventures with the Little Professor, the Mighty Princess and the little Milk Monkey.

It has now been 6 months since I started this site and in that time we’ve had thousands and thousands of views.  It’s very exciting knowing so many people are reading!

I’m so grateful to everyone who has stayed with us and faithfully read each post.  Thank you!

I’m also thankful to those who comment, I love reading what you have to say.

 I wish more of you did it.

We have so many plans for the future.  For one, we are changing the look of the site, but more importantly we are trying to find a nickname for Daddy.

I want a name that will showcase his personality.

Something a little less vague than Daddy.

So if you have any suggestions just let me know!

At home I call him Sweetie, but he’s so much more than that, he’s the Ultimate Sweetie.  So naturally I thought US for short (said with a deep southern drawl) but he didn’t go for it, so it’s still a work in progress.

I sincerely hope that those of you who read Honestly Mummy enjoy it as much I as enjoy writing it!

Bath Towels for the Shower…

My little Princess experienced her first Shower this weekend.  I was getting myself ready when it dawned on me that she might enjoy going, so I called her over quietly and asked her.  She looked at me for a moment with an odd look on her face, then politely declined.  Going to the park was definitely more fun then having a shower!

We talked a little about what a Bridal Shower was, something I would never have thought to explain.  When we got to the “no boys allowed” part she was more than excited to go.  She carefully chose her own dress and planned how she wanted me to style her hair.  She even grabbed her little purse so she could be just like Mummy.  It was like going to a ball, or at least it was until she found out that our gift to the beautiful bride-to-be was a set of towels and a wash cloth –I’m seriously considering getting some for myself.  She was appalled and even a bit embarrassed!  The Mighty Princess insisted we buy something else instead, something better and prettier – an American Girl doll maybe?  I told her about the registry and how her soon-to-be Auntie had asked for the towels, so it was a gift that she would enjoy.  With a little hesitation she gave her consent but only after seeing the beautiful gift bag.

We had a wonderful time!  The Princess was a little social butterfly.  She enjoyed the punch and all the other child friendly beverages along with the various foods.  She was so fond of the desserts that she insisted I take a picture of them.

    

All the fun and excitement wore her out and she fell asleep on the way home while playing on her leap pad.  The next day, while talking to my father in law, I found out she had gone up to the bride-to-be after the gifts were opened and asked her if she really did like the towels only to find out they really were appreciated.  Then my Princess asked if she liked the gift bag also and again, that was met with praise.  To which the Princess replied, “Well then you should keep it!”