Daddy Says… The Grind

Well, the trip is over, we’re back at our house and we grudgingly return to the daily grind.  The return to work and our everyday lives only seems to reinforce our desire to be on the road full time.

There is a great sense of freedom out on the road. We could picture ourselves making on the spot decisions about how long we would stay in one place, which direction we would head next and what the destination will be. We just went from Burlington Ontario (just outside Toronto) to Long Point (Out on Lake Erie), considering our heading, we could have just kept going west. Stopping along the way until we hit the West Coast!

 There’s also a really fun sense of adventure. When we left Long Point and decided to just find someplace along the way to spend the night, we were able to talk it out, do some quick research and find someplace we thought might work.  And, as it turns out, we changed our mind halfway there!  And the place we found was perfect – if only we had a bit more time to stay. It would have been fun to check out the NY State Park a bit and talk with the “neighbors” who were so helpful the night we pulled in.

We just have to stay focused, keep planning and find a way to get out there full time. While the daily grind might be necessary right now, we have to work to keep it temporary and not lose sight of what we truly want.

A fun filled, adventurous life on the road.

Daddy Says… The Milk Monkey turns one.

Today the Milk Monkey turned 1 year old, and of course we celebrated in our favorite way – camping! It’s amazing how quickly the year has passed. Our little guy has grown so much.

We took the trailer on our first really long haul, and after a long weekend of fun and adventure we are all exhausted. This post is being emailed in, so hopefully it gets through ok! Once we are able to secure an Internet connection for the computer, we’ll have a lot more stories to share.

Until then – Happy Birthday Milk Monkey!!!

The Milk Monkey enjoying a birthday dinner of smoked ribs ala Honestly Daddy.

Daddy Says… It’s all in the preparation

Our house is in prep mode.  We have a trip planned to Canada in two days and we are all working to get the trailer packed, the house tidied up and everything ready.  There’s always a long list of things to bring with us, but now it’s a little longer as we have a trailer to prepare (and store things in!).

        

On top of that, we’re going to be bringing home a visitor! Mummy’s 10 year old cousin is going to be coming home with us to stay for a month during her summer vacation.  The kids are pretty excited about it as they don’t see her very often. It will be fun to have another person in the house, especially someone the kids will have a lot of fun with.

Of course, all this prep work can add to the stress level here as well.  Sometimes Mummy or I get a bit frazzled with everything going on, but we know that once we’re on the road – all that stress just melts away. It’ll be a long drive too, with a big trailer – our longest haul with the trailer so far – but it will also be a fun adventure.  And at the end of the journey, there will be all sorts of friends and family to visit, a baby dedication and two birthdays to celebrate.  But even better than that – there will be lots and lots of family camping time together.

And that’s what makes the work worthwhile.

It’s Finally Finished!!!

After weeks and weeks of endless sewing I have finally finished the quilt for my Princess!

I’m pleased with how it turned out.

It’s not perfect,

but it’s beautiful!

What I really love about it is that I finished it.  Lack of follow through has always been one of my flaws.  I start many projects but I rarely finish them.  I tend to lose interest before I get to the end.  As I get older – or as I like to call it…more mature – I’m learning the importance of finishing things to the end.

It turns out, finished projects are much more beautiful than the unfinished ones.

I really enjoyed sewing it, I just didn’t enjoy the looming deadline.  A month is not enough time to complete a quilt that size.

I’m so happy with how it turned out…the colours, the pattern and even how it has the wrinkly quilt look to it.

My sweet little Princess is going to love it!  I can’t wait to see her expression when she sees it.

   

Soon, I will start picking out fabric and a design for my next quilt.  I’ll be making it for my Little Professor, for Christmas – months and months  from now!

Daddy says… Sci Fi Fun

I guess I have to say it, we’re a family of sci-fi fans.

It’s hard to find a good show where Mummy and I can just sit and relax together without it either being about a hospital, a police precinct, or a group of forensic investigators, but a good sci-fi show always does the trick.  Of course, for some reason it seems that every time a good one comes along, it gets cancelled.

                 

However, every now and then we manage to find one we really like (that doesn’t get cancelled!) and we spend hours side by side watching and waiting for the next good twist in the story.  We found one of our favorites after the series had already completed it’s 4 season run – Battlestar Gallactica.  We borrowed the full seasons on DVD from our local library and would spend late nights together, watching and talking about the various twists and turns in the story. And while we would wait for the next season to arrive, we would discuss who we thought was secretly a Cylon, and why (frakkin toasters!).  I have to say, Mummy knows her sci-fi and was right more often than not…

Interestingly enough, it seems we’ve passed our love for science fiction on to our kids!  The little Professor has been a fan of all things Star Wars since he first encountered the series, and even the Mighty Princess enjoys it. Whenever they are running around with their lightsabers playing Star Wars, she pretends she’s her favorite Jedi, Ahsoka Tano.

 
Through the countless hours Mummy and I have spent together, not only watching, but talking about our favorite shows and the playful adventures with our kids – I’ve come to realize that while science fiction is a lot of fun and can be a great source of entertainment, my favorite part of all is that it brings my family together for something we all enjoy.

Live long and prosper!

Mother’s Day Extravaganza….

Ok, maybe in reality it wasn’t that over the top but in my mind it was!

We woke in the trailer – we backyard camped – to homemade cards and beautiful flowers!

I also woke up to snuggles, kisses and giggles – my favourite!

Then there was some Lego Creativity time with my boys!

    

And more snuggling and jokes with my Princess – we do a lot of “pillow chatting”.

She always wants to me whisper secrets in her ear, so I do, secrets of  love and adoration and rainbows and anything pink.

Then I tickled her for a while and listened to her deep, heart filled laughter!

Later I sat on the floor with the Milk Monkey and we danced and practiced standing on his own.

Daddy cooked a yummy dinner and we all decided we needed to backyard camp one more time.

We just weren’t ready to end the magical day!

Actually now that I look back on it….extravaganza fits perfectly for me!

Motherhood is…

 

May always gets me reflecting about motherhood.  For one, the obvious, Mother’s Day takes place in May but also the Princess was born in May as was my Little Milk Monkey.  I have been blessed with 3 healthy children.  I’m so thankful for this.  It’s seriously something I thank God for every single day and some days more than once.

This year I seem to be inundated with stories about the lives of brave mothers everywhere who are going through or have recently been through trials with their precious children.   These amazing women are faced with challenges and devastation that no mother should ever have to experience.  I’ve quietly cried for their losses, pain and disappointment, I’ve prayed for them often, sometimes daily, and I’ve silently cheered for every little victory they’ve shared.   My heart goes out to those mummy’s who would give anything to make their children well.  I want to hug them and tell them they’re amazing!  Instead I pray, I pray hard and I enlist those I know who are prayer warriors around me to pray also.  I don’t know what it’s like to have a child in the hospital fighting for their life or what it’s like to lose a child and I pray I never do.

I have had my own struggles as a Mummy.  After my Little Professor was born I started experiencing a lot of anxiety which was unusual for my normally care free self.  Every night as I lay in the dark trying to get to sleep I would go through different scenarios in my mind.  What if there was a fire, how would I get to the babies room, what if the natural gas heater blew, what if the people downstairs has a gun and shot it through their ceiling, what if someone breaks in how would I protect my children?…it just went on and on.  Leaving the house was even harder.  I would dread a trip to the grocery store.  What if we were in a car accident, what if someone showed up with a gun, what if someone tried to take my babies?  I would constantly assess situations and try to figure out potential hazzards to my children.

To the reasonable mind those scenarios are unlikely but they would reverberate in mine.  I would become paralyzed with fear.  It was clearly controlling me and the decisions I was making.  It was interfering with my ability to be a good mother.  I saw it reflecting in my children at times.  Some days, when the children went to work with their father I would sit on the couch and cry in fear that they weren’t coming home.  Some nights were so bad that I would lay in bed shaking, pleading with my husband to pray for me – pray for us to be safe through the night.  I often wondered how much torment my mind would be able to handle before I snapped.

Thankfully, I have been able to overcome the fear with the help of God.  I started reading Psalm 91 every single day.  Whenever I would start to panic I would read it again.  I realized the fear and anxiety started with thoughts and whenever one would start forming in my head I would think to myself “no”.  Sometimes, I’d even have to say it out loud to myself to drown out the thoughts.  There have even been times when I have struggled with a thought to the point of tears and shouting “no” to myself until it passed.  I am determined to not allow fear to dictate what I do.

For so long I have kept this to myself, only sharing it with my husband and a few other close to me.  I always felt ashamed about it.  I didn’t think anyone would understand and maybe they won’t, but sharing it now is liberating!   I have been to a very dark place and with God I’ve survived and overcome and I’m so very thankful for that!  Every Mummy has an amazing testimony because Motherhood is hard and challenging and amazing and rewarding!  We need to tell our stories and we need to pray for each other and we need to celebrate our victories!!!

 

 

Crashes, Falls and Cookies…

At the moment I’m laying on the couch moaning and whining in pain.  I know I’m acting like a baby but my body hurts so much – I’m giving myself permission to complain.  It’s been an eventful day and not necessarily the good kind of eventful, though there were some pretty good moments.

The day started off as usual, woke up tired, dragged myself onto the treadmill –you’d think, with all my treadmill time I’ve been logging, I’d be losing weight faster than I am – worked, and even got some sewing accomplished.  It’s the kids week off before they start their next grade so that makes life much easier on me.  I had been secretly hoping it would pour rain all day so that the Professor’s soccer practice would be canceled.  We have all been fighting off a cold –and so far we are winning – and I didn’t want to expose everyone to the cold, damp weather.

Rain was forecasted for all day but as usual the predictions were wrong and the clouds refused to give up the rain.  Soooo…I piled the kids into the truck and made our way to the soccer field.  I was trying to find a parking spot where I could see the field from the truck in case of rain.  I really didn’t want the Milk Monkey getting wet.  As I was backing into the spot I ran right into one of those big garbage bins in the back of the school.

There was a unison of gasps as we heard the smash!

I caught the Professor’s look in the rear view mirror, his eyes were huge and his mouth was wide open in horror.

I jumped out and rushed to the back!  Thankfully the damage was minimal, it was just the rear light lens that was damaged.  As much as I’d rather not spend $50 on a new one, I’m very thankful that it wasn’t worse.

Fifteen minutes into practice it started raining.  I returned to the truck with the Princess and the Milk Monkey while the Professor finished his practice in the rain.  Later, at home I sent the children up to shower and get pj’s on.  That was around the same time I fell down the whole flight of stairs – ouch!!! – and that brings me back to my whining.

Thankfully, I didn’t do any serious damage, just some soreness.  I’m so thankful it wasn’t worse!

On a brighter and sweeter note…the UPS man showed up at our door today bearing gifts!

I’m a big fan of the UPS man!!

I didn’t order anything so I was a little suspicious – even more so when I realized it was a tin of cookies – my over active imagination in full working order!

Inside I found a little thank you card from the RV dealership we bought our trailer from.  I thought that was a really nice touch, especially since we were a for sure thing!

I would recommend buying an RV from Flagg RV to anyone – not just because they send really delicious cookies if you do!  They were very helpful and have excellent customer service, also their prices are far better than any other dealership we talked too.

So today wasn’t great, but it wasn’t the worse day ever!  Even through it all I can still find reasons to be thankful!

Give Me A Hint….

I’m beginning to think I’ve taken on more than I can handle.

With sewing the quilt, that is.

I’ve been sewing like a maniac and there just doesn’t seem to be a lot of progress.  I know there has been but it doesn’t seem like it.

I strongly suggest to anyone out there who might be thinking about taking up quilting…

Give yourself more than a month to work on your first one!

I can’t give up…the Princess is so excited about Mummy making her something special for her birthday.

Every day she sits on my lap and asks me for a hint!

Some of my hints have been:

It’s something sewn.

It’s something I’m making.

It’s made out of fabric.

This makes her giggle…because the hints are so obvious to what she knows and do not help her one bit!

“Tell me another hint”, she says.

Sometimes when she asks, I say “I can’t tell you!” in a silly voice and then tickle her until she’s doubled over gasping for air.

She loves to be tickled!

I’m beginning to realize that the anticipation of the gift is probably more exciting than the gift itself!  I hope she’s not disappointed – I don’t think she will be.

Tonight she sat on my lap after she came home from Nana’s.  She started guessing for the hundredth time about what I was making for her.

This time, she guessed it!

She looked at me with her big, beautiful, blue eyes – I always get distracted by her cute freckles scattered across the bridge of her nose

– and she said, “It’s a blanket!!!”  She was very excited about the idea.

I just continued smiling and casually said in my silly voice “I’m not telling you what it is!”

But deep down in side I was jumping up and down for joy!

My little Princess is going to love the quilt I’m making for her!!!