Oy.
Tuesday, 27 December 2011
Sunday, 11 December 2011
Christmas
Dear Jacqui,
This is what discussions about Christmas look like at our house.
Me - "Hey Zach... Do you think it will be fun if Auntie comes to our house & we decorate Christmas cookies together?"
Zach "Yeah... but it would be more fun if we went to Noba Scoship for Christmas."
Me - "Oh... well I think that Nova Scotia is a bit too far for us to go to for Christmas... And Evelyn is actually going to be in Ontario... What if we convince Daddy to take us to E-town instead?"
Zach - "Yeah... or maybe he could just take us to Ontario."
Love, Jen
This is what discussions about Christmas look like at our house.
Me - "Hey Zach... Do you think it will be fun if Auntie comes to our house & we decorate Christmas cookies together?"
Zach "Yeah... but it would be more fun if we went to Noba Scoship for Christmas."
Me - "Oh... well I think that Nova Scotia is a bit too far for us to go to for Christmas... And Evelyn is actually going to be in Ontario... What if we convince Daddy to take us to E-town instead?"
Zach - "Yeah... or maybe he could just take us to Ontario."
Love, Jen
Tuesday, 6 December 2011
Pickles served with a side of Nuts.
Dear Jen,
The creativity of three-year-olds never ceases to impress.
Idea #43 for getting Zach and Evelyn back together: "Mommy, our house is very cold. Zach's house is warm. I want to live at his house."
Now wouldn't it be hilarious if, while we were moving there to be in your warm house, you were in the process of moving here so Joel could go to school in Nova Scotia! That'd be a real pickle, that'd be.
Love,
Jacqui
The creativity of three-year-olds never ceases to impress.
Idea #43 for getting Zach and Evelyn back together: "Mommy, our house is very cold. Zach's house is warm. I want to live at his house."
Now wouldn't it be hilarious if, while we were moving there to be in your warm house, you were in the process of moving here so Joel could go to school in Nova Scotia! That'd be a real pickle, that'd be.
Love,
Jacqui
Tuesday, 29 November 2011
Baby Poop and Chicken Coop (my new blog name?)
Dear Jen,
You know how I like problem solving? Well, today my baby afforded me yet another exciting opportunity to problem solve. Although I'm not so sure I like it very much anymore. See, after supper today I thought to myself, "Gavin needs a new diaper." So I brought him into the living room and took off his diaper. But as I was getting his new diaper ready he took the opportunity to excape into the hallway behind me! "Oh shucks," I thought, and slowly gathered my diapering supplies to follow him into the dining room. Before I could get there however, he began crying and freaking out. As I entered the dining room I saw that he was standing on the wicker-based chair with his hands on the table, looking down at his feet and crying.
It took a moment to realize what I was looking at.
And then I screamed, "BRAD!" because you see, Gavin had POOPED all over the wicker based chair.
The wicker based chair.
It was awful. I told Brad to pick a task and predictably he chose the baby. So I was left with a chair covered with soft squishy baby poo, which was oh so impossibly intermingled into the weaves of the wicker.
Fortunately I thought pretty quick on this one: took it outside and power sprayed the daylights out of it. The chair is now drying on the porch.
So gross.
In better news, we got our first egg today from our chickens! Yay! Here it is:
But the chickens are supposed to lay here:
So Brad went to the feed store and bought some fake eggs to put in the nesting boxes. Supposed to give the chickens the idea I guess. We'll see if it works! In the meantime, we have a beautiful, smooth, round-ish homegrown chicken egg!
You guys definitely have to visit someday--if only to experience the awesome chicken coop in person! In fact, I bet if you told Zach about that, he'd get even more excited than he is about Mickey! Just sayin'!
Love,
Jacqui
You know how I like problem solving? Well, today my baby afforded me yet another exciting opportunity to problem solve. Although I'm not so sure I like it very much anymore. See, after supper today I thought to myself, "Gavin needs a new diaper." So I brought him into the living room and took off his diaper. But as I was getting his new diaper ready he took the opportunity to excape into the hallway behind me! "Oh shucks," I thought, and slowly gathered my diapering supplies to follow him into the dining room. Before I could get there however, he began crying and freaking out. As I entered the dining room I saw that he was standing on the wicker-based chair with his hands on the table, looking down at his feet and crying.
It took a moment to realize what I was looking at.
And then I screamed, "BRAD!" because you see, Gavin had POOPED all over the wicker based chair.
The wicker based chair.
It was awful. I told Brad to pick a task and predictably he chose the baby. So I was left with a chair covered with soft squishy baby poo, which was oh so impossibly intermingled into the weaves of the wicker.
Fortunately I thought pretty quick on this one: took it outside and power sprayed the daylights out of it. The chair is now drying on the porch.
So gross.
In better news, we got our first egg today from our chickens! Yay! Here it is:
Isn't it pretty?
Although there is one little problem with it. Evelyn discovered it here:
But the chickens are supposed to lay here:
So Brad went to the feed store and bought some fake eggs to put in the nesting boxes. Supposed to give the chickens the idea I guess. We'll see if it works! In the meantime, we have a beautiful, smooth, round-ish homegrown chicken egg!
You guys definitely have to visit someday--if only to experience the awesome chicken coop in person! In fact, I bet if you told Zach about that, he'd get even more excited than he is about Mickey! Just sayin'!
Love,
Jacqui
Monday, 28 November 2011
You are loved...
... and you are missed.
Dear Jacqui,
Today is the kinda day that we especially miss you guys... the sunny kind of day... the sunny kind of day that is fun to spend with friends.
Walking home from the park...
Z - "I miss Evelyn."
Me - "I know buddy..."
Z - "An' I miss Gavin... An' Masen misses Gavin."
Me - "You're right... Masen probably misses Gavin."
Z - "An' I miss Jacqui"
Me - "Yeah... me too."
Z - "Mom? How 'bout if our daddy goes to school and we go to Noba Scoship too?"
Love, Jen
P.S. I saw your FB status... if you feel like you are even slightly in a funk... even in a "I'm so tired I smell funky" kind of funk, call. I will sing for you or something ;)
Dear Jacqui,
Today is the kinda day that we especially miss you guys... the sunny kind of day... the sunny kind of day that is fun to spend with friends.
Walking home from the park...
Z - "I miss Evelyn."
Me - "I know buddy..."
Z - "An' I miss Gavin... An' Masen misses Gavin."
Me - "You're right... Masen probably misses Gavin."
Z - "An' I miss Jacqui"
Me - "Yeah... me too."
Z - "Mom? How 'bout if our daddy goes to school and we go to Noba Scoship too?"
Love, Jen
P.S. I saw your FB status... if you feel like you are even slightly in a funk... even in a "I'm so tired I smell funky" kind of funk, call. I will sing for you or something ;)
Friday, 18 November 2011
Taking out some valuable ME time.
Dear Jen,
You may or may not be vaguely aware that I severely injured my foot Wednesday night--like, thought it was broken, got out Brad's air cast, hopping on crutches bad.
Don't ask. Let's just say it involved undeserved violent actions toward an innocent solid wood door caught in the middle of the action. Important word here being solid.
Anyway, so that night I was up for several hours writhing in pain, unable to sleep, until Brad had the brilliant idea to get me some acetamenophine from the bathroom. So I was pretty tired the next day.
Which is why I had a nap. It was excellent. I felt simultaneously like a bus had hit me and like vomiting for a couple hours afterward, but once that passed, I felt great (except for the still-injured foot)! Better yet, I managed to get to sleep by 10:00 that night. Yes, I was gearing up for the most excellently energy-filled Friday ever!
Except for one thing:
Gavin.
Gavin woke up randomly at midnight that night. The whole affair from recognition to hoping he'd fall back asleep to acceptance to wrapping and rocking him to getting back into bed only took about 20 minutes. But with all that extra sleep under my belt, my mind was far too active to drift off again. I was AWAKE. I tossed and turned for a couple hours, thinking about all the different crazy scenarios I could plan for the birth of my next child with the absence of midwifery care where I live. When I finally couldn't take it anymore, I got up, found my journal, and wrote in it for the first time since three days before I moved.
Side note: I try to keep up on journalling for posterity, but since Evelyn stopped taking naps, pretty much every entry is written on a night when I for some reason am up at 3 am and can't sleep. This is now officially the only time I have to myself!
After I finished writing, I decided to flip the pages back and read.
And now, finally, we arrive at the point of this post:
Dated Saturday, June 11th: "It has been a Chiasson-filled couple of days, and it's been lots of fun. Yesterday was, of course, running day. Jen and I started week 5 of our 13-week training program, and although I doubted, entirely intimidated by the hefty "day1" requirements, we did it! Great success! I just have to keep reminding myself that the program was very carefully designed specifically for non-runners. Plus I've been told of others who have done the program. So it can be done. All I have to do is one day at a time!
The run almost didn't happen--it took us over a half hour to get started because of awful kids. But we persevered and prevailed!
Jen and the kids came over after (yucky day--again I might add) and we had lunch and got changed and I turned on the feed of Brad's convocation LIVE! FROM ABBOTSFORD RECREATION CENTRE! Which, by the way, was so awesome because the first part was boring speeches, through which I mostly chatted with Jen; and then after she left there was the presentation of all the Science students, through which I mostly cleaned up; and then I sat and watched Brad's teacher walk up to the podium wearing a Harry Potter scarf and cloak and carrying a sorting hat, then announce the first graduate, "Bradley Alexander the Great", then watch Brad step into the light holding a "HI MOM" sign; and then for the rest of it I posted a photo of me watching Brad on the computer on Facebook. I love live-streamed convocations!
Anyway, today we went to the zoo with the Chiassons, which was plenty fun, Great times! After we all came back for (if I may say so myself) a delicious meal of burgers, oven-baked fries and pineapple, and strawberry rhubarb sorbet for dessert. I was very pleased with our meal!
It was a good day, and the kids were good for most of it too."
I thought that might be a fun read. I can see that day at the Rotary Trail so clearly--like it was just five months ago...
Love,
Jacqui
You may or may not be vaguely aware that I severely injured my foot Wednesday night--like, thought it was broken, got out Brad's air cast, hopping on crutches bad.
Don't ask. Let's just say it involved undeserved violent actions toward an innocent solid wood door caught in the middle of the action. Important word here being solid.
Anyway, so that night I was up for several hours writhing in pain, unable to sleep, until Brad had the brilliant idea to get me some acetamenophine from the bathroom. So I was pretty tired the next day.
Which is why I had a nap. It was excellent. I felt simultaneously like a bus had hit me and like vomiting for a couple hours afterward, but once that passed, I felt great (except for the still-injured foot)! Better yet, I managed to get to sleep by 10:00 that night. Yes, I was gearing up for the most excellently energy-filled Friday ever!
Except for one thing:
Gavin.
Gavin woke up randomly at midnight that night. The whole affair from recognition to hoping he'd fall back asleep to acceptance to wrapping and rocking him to getting back into bed only took about 20 minutes. But with all that extra sleep under my belt, my mind was far too active to drift off again. I was AWAKE. I tossed and turned for a couple hours, thinking about all the different crazy scenarios I could plan for the birth of my next child with the absence of midwifery care where I live. When I finally couldn't take it anymore, I got up, found my journal, and wrote in it for the first time since three days before I moved.
Side note: I try to keep up on journalling for posterity, but since Evelyn stopped taking naps, pretty much every entry is written on a night when I for some reason am up at 3 am and can't sleep. This is now officially the only time I have to myself!
After I finished writing, I decided to flip the pages back and read.
And now, finally, we arrive at the point of this post:
Dated Saturday, June 11th: "It has been a Chiasson-filled couple of days, and it's been lots of fun. Yesterday was, of course, running day. Jen and I started week 5 of our 13-week training program, and although I doubted, entirely intimidated by the hefty "day1" requirements, we did it! Great success! I just have to keep reminding myself that the program was very carefully designed specifically for non-runners. Plus I've been told of others who have done the program. So it can be done. All I have to do is one day at a time!
The run almost didn't happen--it took us over a half hour to get started because of awful kids. But we persevered and prevailed!
Jen and the kids came over after (yucky day--again I might add) and we had lunch and got changed and I turned on the feed of Brad's convocation LIVE! FROM ABBOTSFORD RECREATION CENTRE! Which, by the way, was so awesome because the first part was boring speeches, through which I mostly chatted with Jen; and then after she left there was the presentation of all the Science students, through which I mostly cleaned up; and then I sat and watched Brad's teacher walk up to the podium wearing a Harry Potter scarf and cloak and carrying a sorting hat, then announce the first graduate, "Bradley Alexander the Great", then watch Brad step into the light holding a "HI MOM" sign; and then for the rest of it I posted a photo of me watching Brad on the computer on Facebook. I love live-streamed convocations!
Anyway, today we went to the zoo with the Chiassons, which was plenty fun, Great times! After we all came back for (if I may say so myself) a delicious meal of burgers, oven-baked fries and pineapple, and strawberry rhubarb sorbet for dessert. I was very pleased with our meal!
It was a good day, and the kids were good for most of it too."
I thought that might be a fun read. I can see that day at the Rotary Trail so clearly--like it was just five months ago...
Love,
Jacqui
Wednesday, 9 November 2011
Happy
Dear Jacqui,
I bet you were wondering what happiness looks like when you are chatting with a good friend...
Well... now you know.
Love, Jen
P.S. You really are my life double! I actually have taken a dance video for that same reason, but have yet to edit & upload it. Way to be me, friend! :)
P.P.S. Those jerks probably don't even remember the password.
Edited to add...
Okay, I finally DID look at that blog... Sad. Very sad indeed.
I bet you were wondering what happiness looks like when you are chatting with a good friend...
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| "& I love YOU Evelyn!" |
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| "No really... YOU hang up!" |
Love, Jen
P.S. You really are my life double! I actually have taken a dance video for that same reason, but have yet to edit & upload it. Way to be me, friend! :)
P.P.S. Those jerks probably don't even remember the password.
Edited to add...
Okay, I finally DID look at that blog... Sad. Very sad indeed.
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