Seven

It is hard to believe that seven years ago we were in the midst of another series of Winter Olympics. As I labored with you I complained to Bob, "I've already seen this figure skating couple!" To which he replied, "Uh yeah hon, it's 3 o'clock in the morning. They are repeating things now." Right. We had been at the hospital since seven a.m. for your induction. You clearly did not feel like making your entrance into this world even though you were already two weeks late. Today you are seven and you still hate getting ready in the morning, putting on anything that isn't "pajammies" and heading out the door. You much prefer to while away the hours bare foot and comfy with copious amounts of blankets, pillows and stuffed friends surrounding you.

I know it is so cliched to say that I cannot believe you are already seven. In some ways and on some days it feels like it has taken us centuries to get here. When I see you spell your name and your sister's on paper or watch you teach her the alphabets, feed the dog by yourself or race down a hill on your scooter I just can't believe you are already this big. We never thought you would have much hair and now the curly mass can barely be contained on most days. You are shy and also quite outspoken or as your teacher says you, "quietly stand your ground." You are independent, bold, a risk taker and a lover of adventure in ways I never was as a child. I would have wanted to be your friend because you are so daring. Now I am proud to be your mother. In seven years you have become generous, loving, kind and sweet with a busy sense of purpose and stubborness that can only be attributed to having two stubborn parents. You are just learning to take the easy way versus the hard way. We love you despite all the tantrums and screamfests. We love you because of them too.

Happy Seventh Birthday Sherry! We couldn't ask for a better daughter. We love every little bit of you today and always.

It's been a while!

Ok where to start...well my kids:

Shermaine is close to a year old now and she is walking. It's so nice to finally have my arms to myself for once!

Sherry's 6 and is the same, not much going on in her life I don't guess.

My family: my sister had another brain tumor thanks to Cushings Syndrom, she had it successfully removed last week...and she's recovering quite nicely. Ive been out of town to see her.

My husband, started smoking again unfortunately, don't know what to do about that, this is his 3rd time to start smoking again. Everytime he leaves town for business or work he starts back up w/ his buddies...when will he quit for good?

Our ceiling sprung a leak upstairs, still waiting for housing to fix that. and I left my car at the airport while visiting my sister and my passenger window was rolled down the whole time....needless to say I came back to a flooded car...well, just the passenger side but still, not good.

My mom is in VA taking care of my sister so I get really tested these few months, yay, she comes back in January and in the meantime, I'm "house" sitting for her. Without mom, things are kinda of a wreck at home, having to take care of 2 young children. And that explains the lack of updates on my blog. I totally exhausted!

Oh, we'll be christmas shopping on black friday for all our kids. Can't wait...know what you are getting yet?

When kids get sick, you get out of action too

I know I've not been blogging in a week. Shermaine caught the flu bug and I've been nursing her for the past few days. She's getting slightly better today. So, was able to sneak an post or two while she's sleeping.

Watching the little one groan and cry in agony in the night is kinda heart wrenching. Geez...

Live Music On A Weeknight

Can you believe it? We went out on a weeknight! My wonderful mom stayed with the kids while Bob and I got to see a live concert. It was so much fun!

You might remember that when I first heard the live band was touring I kind of went apeshit and immediately bought tickets. Bob was lukewarm on the idea, but I dragged him along anyway. (Who else was going to keep me from running up onto the stage?)

It was an amazing concert, and I got further confirmation that I married well because Bob didn’t mind that I danced the entire time and couldn’t wipe the goofy grin off my face. I defy anyone to not have a good time in the face of such happy music. I never expected to hear that live music since having my financial career and later the kids, so yay me!

My Favourite Time Of The Week

Last friday afternoon after I’ve picked up the girls from my mom's place after running a errand, put the younger girl to bed, popped some popcorn and turned on a movie (today it’s A Charlie Brown Christmas)… This is my favorite time during the week.

We’ve almost all made it home safely — Bob won’t be home for a few hours — we almost never have anything we have to do, the house is quiet, the kids are happy.

Life is good.

Mammi.... Da....

Shermaine is picking up some words and I love it the way she fumbles on on some of the pronunication. I love the way she calls me "mammi" and the way she calls Bob "da".

It's raw but it just melts your heart to hear those words. Ahh... my little girl.

Pancakes For You?

It's been almost 2 months since I've become a stay at home mum and there are times I wonder how I managed to keep sane with a five year old and a little baby. It certainly helps that my mom is staying across the street and when times are really tough, I'll call for help.

Sherry really loves pancakes and just about every other week, I'll make pancakes for dinner. But there’s one problem. I’m not much of a June Cleaver making pancakes on weekend mornings, so the other day when I offered her pancakes for breakfast, she freaked out.

Pancakes for breakfast??? You should have seen the looks she gave me. You would have thought I offered to make her steak.

I’ve clearly corrupted their brains more than I thought. I love being a stay at home mom!