Nooks & Crannies


Our old house is interesting...there are lots of odd spaces to fill...

Our office is just off our bedroom and there is a door out onto a little balcony...



At the top of our stairs, there is a spot where a second staircase was at one time...the previous owners built a rather shabby cupboard in its place...it becomes a dumping ground for all our stuff...





I've managed to keep it somewhat organized by turning it into a laundry station...the cupboard has become a library for our books and is our go-to place a bed time...






someday, I envision a bathroom where this space is, with a transom to let light into the hallway...

a big soaker tub under the windows...

a bath just for me & Kevin...


in the meantime it is a family space and well used and that makes me happy...

Some good news and some bad news



I work outside the home - 4 days a week.  Mondays are my day away from the office and I treasure them.  It is a day I can be a homemaker, and they are special.  I can't help but have GREAT expectations of my Mondays...walking to school, cookie baking, library visiting, tire swinging...

It was on a Monday that Courtland decided to stick a rock up his nose.

I had gone to the local vegetable stand and picked up some sweet potatoes - yum - I was going to make a healthy, delicious dinner for my family...
the flu virus was rampant and Charlotte's class was down by half....
so far my family had managed to stay healthy....
I was a proud mom....

then Courtland stuck a rock up his nose.

it happened in the school yard when we went to pick Charlotte up...he just wanted to "see if he could put it in and get it out"...well he couldn't get it out, and neither could I

we raced home (of course we were walking - that's what I do on Mondays) and I thought we would never get home

I tried the tweezers but it just kept getting further away...and then his nose started to bleed

there was no choice but to abandon the dinner, get the kids in the car and head to the last place I wanted to be in the midst of an influenza outbreak....the Emergency Room

I tried to tell Court not to touch ANYTHING...and he was pretty good...for awhile...but after about 3 hours his head was down in the seat, and his legs were up in the air....and I didn't get care

I refused to get upset...there were families all around us...with babies who were really, really sick.

I felt ridiculous.

Finally at about 8 pm we saw a nice Dr. who with some difficulty and some large forceps managed to procure the stone from Court's nose.

My nerves were shot.  I had to pay $20 for parking and I was trying to maneuvre my way out of the basement parking garage.  I looked back and Court looked sleepy...no, no, no, please don't sleep now, I'm thinking - please wait until we get home.  Court says to me..."Mom - I've got some good news and I've got some bad news"..."The bad news is that I'm tired but the good news is that guy got the stone out of my nose."



Wishes


"Oh an eyelash!" I said recently to Charlotte after her bath.  I don't know where I got this but a loose eyelash means you can blow it away and make a wish.

"My friends say that is dumb" said Charlotte looking at me with those big, beautiful, gentle, 8 year old eyes.  I struggle with what to say at these times...she is getting older, maturing, do I try and hold on desperately to these silly little games that she used to get such a kick out of?

I can't remember what I did end up saying...."who cares - make a wish" or was it "why do you care what they think"...I don't know.  But she looked relieved and made a wish.  She won't tell me anymore what she wishes for...she thinks it won't come true. 

But I'll always remember her first "eye lash" wish...

"What did you wish for Char" I ask my cherub of a 3 year old....

"I wish that there is grass everywhere so that if anyone falls they won't get hurt."

Love, love, love...

She is my sweet, my dear, my Charlotte.

My green shirt



When I was preparing to have my son, I went out and bought a pair of XXL yoga pants and this green shirt to wear from the hospital.  I don't know why I picked out this shirt, it isn't a very pleasing shade of green but I have green eyes and I was probably hoping people would admire them instead of my large behind.  It is a very comfortable shirt.  Fast forward 13 months later and I reluctantly went back to work.  This was of course devastating for me but a necessity and I was proud to leave my kids in the care of their loving grandmothers.  One morning as I raced around making Charlotte her lunch and trying to make up my face, Court came into my room and said he knew just what I should wear that day.  He went over to my dresser and fumbled in the drawer and pulled out this green shirt.  He knew that if I was wearing this green shirt, with the stretched out neck and the bleach stains, I would not be going to work.  He wanted me to be home.  He wanted it to be a "mommy day".  I just crouched down and wrapped my arms around him and told him how much I wished I could wear the green shirt. 
Today, after missing him (and Charlotte) all day, I put on the green shirt.  I came downstairs and he looked at me and smiled...."the green shirt" was all he said. 

October


the end of October means two things...Courtland's birthday and Halloween.  It is my most favourite time of year - the fall.  My sweet boy turned 4 and loved every minute of it.  Finally it was his turn.  It was pumpking carving at last minute as usual, even though Halloween fell on a Saturday this year.  I really thought I would have had it more together.  The kids drew on the pumpkins and I carved.  They were proud.