Froggie Emma

Thursday, May 29, 2008




This year is Emma's first year in ballet. She has enjoyed herself as much as have I have enjoyed watching these little girls with such small bottoms dancing around wearing their tights that aren't quite tight. Carlson's school of dance has, of course, a recital at the end of every year. It is put on at the community center and is done very professionally. It is always a pleasure to go to. This year they doing a whole Beatrix Potter themed show. Out of all the bunnies and hedgehog's, ducks and piggies, Emma's class is portraying the part's of Jeremy Fisher and the frog's. I couldn't think of anything more fitting. They are sooooooo very cute. The show isn't until June 14th, but we got a sneak preview of the costumes last Saturday at the photography session. I cannot wait until the big night!

Emma


Emma never stops making us laugh. She has a friend named Erin. Erin has a little sister named Emma as well. Whenever my Emma goes over to her friend Erin's house, Erin's mom will call her Emma, Emma Blanche, which is her middle name, so as not to confuse my Emma. Most in particularly when Emma Blanche is getting into trouble. Jenn does not want my Emma to think that she is getting upset with her. Emma has noticed this and has taken up addressing Emma as Emma Blanche. The other night as we were finishing up with dinner, I went to the kitchen to start on the dishes. Emma came into the kitchen soon after and announced with an annoyed look on her face, "Tatey Blanche just ate my bun!" We have come to the conclusion that she must think that Blanche is a name added if someone is being naughty. I am so grateful for the comic relief that she provides for our family, as life can get too serious sometimes. Emma reminds us to stop and smell the flowers, after, of course, she pees on them!

It's A Girl!


I have not had my new baby yet, but we are very excited to announce that it is a girl! I have been pregnant 5 times now and every time I have had a feeling as to what we were having. I am now 5 for 5. I told Darren that maybe we should keep going and see how many times we can get it right! The man who performed the ultra sound asked what number baby this was and upon hearing the answer he asked if we were going to have another after this. I said, "no, this is the last". He asked, "Did you say that last time?" To which I had to confess that I did. He responded with, "See you next year!" He was very entertaining. He asked us if we would like to know what it is, if he could tell and we both agreed that we would like to know. When he told us I didn't really even feel excited, my first thought was, I know, you didn't really need to tell me. That is how sure I was. At this point I really didn't have a preference as to what I wanted. With 2 girls and 2 boys, either one would have been welcome. But I must say that I am so very glad that it is a little girl, as that is why Darren and I went ahead with the 5th child. We both had a very strong impression that there was another daughter for our family. I really do hope that this is the last impression that we receive as I don't feel strong enough to do this again. But when you get an impression like that, which I consider a great blessing, you can't ignore it, not for very long anyways. This baby is already such a part of our family that even the thought that we almost didn't go ahead with it makes my eyes tear up and my heart ache. When we were first expecting we asked the kids what they thought it was going to be and everyone, excluding Tate, thought girl. Noelle wants a girl so that she can be like her older cousin Lauren and carry around her little sister. Bergen, because in his grade one brain, conditioned to see, think about and create patterns noted that this is the way our family pattern goes. It makes perfect sense to him. Girl, boy, girl, boy, girl, of course! Emma, I believe, just has sisterly intuition, for as long as we have ever talked about having a 5th child she has been sure that if it ever did happen, it would be a girl. Tate on the other hand was sitting on my hip as I lay on the bed on my side when Darren can into the room and Tate jumped with excitement. Darren cautioned him to be careful of the baby inside my tummy. To which he looked down at my tummy and said, "Un, uh!" I agree with him a lot of the time. The whole idea that a person can grow another is too hard to believe. Now if you ask him if there is a baby in my tummy he says, uh, huh and then proceeds to lift his shirt and look at his tummy. Maybe if mom has a baby in her, then I do too. Needless to say we are all very excited to meet our newest little member!

Happy 7th Birthday Bergen!

Tuesday, May 20, 2008












It was Bergen's 7th birthday on the 10th of May. For the past year whenever anyone would ask me how old Bergen was I would say, he is 5. I would say that because I couldn't believe that he was 6, because if he was 6 then that meant that he would be turning 7 and there was no way that my little boy was going to be 7 already. He would quietly say mom I'm 6. I would shake my head in disbelief and say, oh your right, he is 6. It was the week of mother's day when I had my first little boy and it was the best mother's day present ever. I grew up with three younger brother's. It is important to state that they were younger because there was no protecting of the baby sister. I was very much the older nagging sister, expected to baby sit a pack of hooligan's who had no intent on listening to anything I had to say. One of their favorite thing's to do, of course, was to practice their karate moves on me, without actually touching me, therefore not getting into trouble when I would complain to our parents. Needless to say I wasn't quite so sure that I wanted to have little boys. When I was expecting Bergen I just knew it was a boy and when I was 4 months pregnant with him Darren and I were asked to portray Mary and Joseph in the Christmas pageant. It was such an amazing experience for me, playing Mary carrying Baby Jesus, just knowing that I was carrying a son as well. When I had Bergen I was surprised at the feeling's that I had for him. I didn't love him any less or any more that I did Noelle, but so very differently. He was my little man. I adored him in a way that I can't describe, that I still feel for him. He doesn't let me kiss him anymore and I can barely get a hug. I don't hear I love you as often as I used to, but when he is tucked up in bed and he asks he to lay with him for a while, I know that he needs and loves me. Even though he expresses it in a different way and needs me in a different way, he still needs me. I am so very greatful for the gift of Bergen. My life would not be the same without him. Happy birthday my little man!

Oh hoppy day!

Monday, May 5, 2008













Saturday morning I woke up and decided that I didn't want to stay home all day and do projects, which was on the agenda. I said to Darren, "let's go to Vancouver". So we did. We grabbed some food and hopped in the van and drove to the ferries. It was Emma and Tate's first time off the Island ( except for Saltspring). We caught the 12:30 ferry over from Naniamo and got to the Vancouver Aquarium at about 3:45. It was a ton of fun. They have a big frog exhibit on right now along with all the regulars. Beluga whales ( my personal favorite), sharks, rays, turtles, dolphins and many, many other creatures. Next we rushed to Ikea to pick up some things for the house. Darren was also needing to pick up an engine for his machine while we were over there but since we were short on time he dropped Noelle, Tate and myself off at Ikea and took the other two with him to pick up the engine. Noelle was a huge help and even Tate was a pretty good little shopper, considering that it was now 7p.m. and we hadn't had dinner yet. I pushed the cart with Tate and the little things and Noelle pushed the furniture trolley. I wish I had taken a picture. She was so proud of herself being able to help like that. Darren got back to Ikea just as I was done and met me at the exit. We loaded up the van, tied the big things onto the roof racks and headed for the Ferry. We had to catch the 9 or else wait until 10:45, which is too late for me let alone me kids. It was 8:30 and we thought that we would have just enough time to get there, but as we drove the furniture boxes started to slide off the van. We had to pull over and tie them back down again. Bergen , who had been sitting in the back of the van all day rushing all over Vancouver, got sick on the way to the ferry. Sweet little guy got it all into the small bucket that we threw back to him as we raced on towards the ferry, only as fast as the boxes on the top of the van would let us. We made that ferry with 2 mins to spare. I still cannot believe how tight everything was and how it all worked out. It was a crazy fun day. I can't wait to do it again!