vitamin D

Thursday, May 31, 2012

Darren booked our tickets last night, and in 8 months, if all goes according to plan, we will be in Hawaii.

My first thought, "Who will care for the children!?" My next, "I need a decent swim suit". 

I have had the same suit for 9 years now. It is not the age that is the issue, but the fact that it is a maternity suit. I do have another, one I bought from Superstore a couple of years ago. I love it, but it is a one piece. Having worn only tankinis for longer than I can remember, I was quickly reminded as to why I abandoned the poor one piece the instant I found out about the tankini. Pretty? Yes! Practical in a pinch or on a surf board? Not at all! And it is a halter style strap. I can't actually wear it for very long without getting a headache. I don't have much to support but it bothers my neck nonetheless.

So I have been on the lookout ever since for one that I can wear for longer periods of time. I knew it needed to be in two pieces, not halter style, and cover as much of me as possible. I, for one, like to make sure that everything that should be inside the swim suit remains inside the swim suit. I have heard such great things about Hapari Swimwear, and I have been wanting to order one in particular for quite a few months now. With our tickets booked, I thought I had better order it before it sells out and I am left to the searching once more.

I do hope it fits and keeps all my parts where nature {originally} intended them to be.

when the sun sets late

Wednesday, May 30, 2012

As summer approaches and it begins to stay lighter, later, we are left with 3 hours of daylight after bedtime. What to do with all those hours? Sometimes we stay up and spend that time enjoying the great outdoors. Other days I need bedtime to get here as fast as it can. It is then that we read, everyone in their respective beds. 

This is the stack of books Emma came home from the library with.

We either need better blinds to block out that sunlight or bigger muscles to carry those 
ever increasing stacks of books if we are to get through these summer months!

Did I ever tell you how much I love my ginger-snap? Her personality matches her hair in all the best ways. 
She is one of the most unique people I have ever met. She teaches me daily not to take life so seriously. 
She does her own thing and doesn't care or even notice that she may be the only one dancing to the music in her head!

This is Nya re-telling me a story about balloons, just as the Librarian did today during story time.
It is a personal favorite of mine when she pretends to be all grown up and speaks to me as if I am the
 child and everything I do is the most fantastic achievement. 
I quite welcome hearing things like, "Yes, that's right!", "Good job!", and, "You did it!" 
If my 3 year old thinks I can do it, who am I to argue? 

Tate's Bake Shop

Friday, May 25, 2012

In January, during one of our trips to the library, I came across this book. Tate thought it was pretty cool to see his name on the cover of a book, and he insisted that we take it home with us. We had fun over the next few days baking. 

When the time came for me to return the book I called the local book store to see if they carried it. I wanted to buy a copy for Tate. She said that they didn't, but that she could order it in for me. She asked me which one of the 2 different books of that title I wanted. There was the original Tate's Bake Shop, and another one called Tate's Bake Shop - Baking with Kids. The one for children hadn't actually been released yet, but was available for pre-order. A kids version? Even better! So I had her pre-order the children's version, and over the next few months forgot all about it. Then last week they called to tell me it was in and awaiting pick-up. We hopped in the van and drove into town. Tate had already picked which recipe he wanted to try before we even got home.  

Just as I was getting all the ingredients ready, Tate fell and hit his cheek pretty hard on the tread of the deck stairs. 

He came howling into the house, and I quickly put ice on his face. He fell asleep as I sat with him, poor little guy, 
and I was left to make cookies on my own (actually, Nya helped).

I used my new mixer that Darren and the kids gave me for mother's day. I have wanted one for as long as I have been married. Thank you. I love it. 

I woke Tate up an hour and a half later to fresh cookies - served in our favorite way, lately - ice cream sandwich style!

His cheek continued to get more swollen and purple as the afternoon went on. 
So recently after Nya's black eye, all I could think of was," another one bites the dust". 

At least we have cookies and ice cream to ease the pain!

"In the spring, at the end of the day you should smell like dirt." ~ Margaret Atwood

Thursday, May 24, 2012

We have had big plans for the past 6 year of planting a vegetable garden. For one reason or another we never have. But this year the kids begged and begged for a garden of their own. So Darren took those interested, built grow boxes, wheeled barrow after barrow full of soil, and finally the beds were ready. Off we went to the store, and an hour later we were home with enough seeds for 5 families, I'm sure. The children planted the seeds, and have faithfully been checking their boxes daily. 

We waited.....

and Mother Nature did her thing...........

The backyard is one of my most favorite places to be. I love gardening like I am 60.
(If you are 60 and love to garden, that is a compliment, by the way!)
Nothing is more rewarding to me than when spring finally arrives and everything begins to grow. 

"I cannot go to school today,"
Said little Peggy Ann Mckay.
"I have the measles and the mumps,
A gash, a rash and purple bumps.
My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,
I'm going blind in my right eye.
My tonsils are as big as rocks,
I've counted sixteen chicken pox
And there's one more--that's seventeen,
And don't you think my face looks green?
My leg is cut--my eyes are blue--
It might be instamatic flu.
I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,
I'm sure that my left leg is broke--
My hip hurts when I move my chin,
My belly button's caving in,
My back is wrenched, my ankle's sprained,
My 'pendix pains each time it rains.
My nose is cold, my toes are numb.
I have a sliver in my thumb.
My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,
I hardly whisper when I speak.
My tongue is filling up my mouth,
I think my hair is falling out.
My elbow's bent, my spine ain't straight,
My temperature is one-o-eight.
My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,
There is a hole inside my ear.
I have a hangnail, and my heart is--what?
What's that? What's that you say?
You say today is . . . Saturday?
G'bye, I'm going out to play!"

~ Shel Silverstein

In the words of Mrs. Weasley, "Where have you been?"

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

 I have been speaking at Stake Women's conference. I have been home-schooling the children. I have been to Vancouver and back with a big bunch of youth. I have been to parks and beaches. I have been baking cookies and cakes for birthday celebrations. I have been to Downton Abbey and back. I have been everywhere and have been doing everything except for blogging. As the days have passed I have felt concern for my lack of concern. But there was nothing in me to write. I have felt as though I was running just fast enough to keep ahead of the storm. I now see that I need to slow my pace to be able to go the distance. There will be no extras for the next little while. I need to be still, and slow down - for my health and for my family. 

With this came the desire to get away - from laundry, from home, from routine. So we did. Parksville was our destination. We booked a hotel and went on our way. We enjoyed 3 days of much needed change of scenery, as well as mini golf, bumper cars, playtime at the park, walks on the beach, kite flying, beach combing, skateboarding, and swimming. 

One of the very best surprises was running into the Moores our first day there. They shared their campfire, their marshmallows and cookies, and their weekend with us. 
Thank you! We will cherish the memory.

 While at the playground my job was to follow Nya around, while Darren chased the older and faster children. 
This is a big park. You cannot see your little ones from the side-lines. 
You are required to be an active participant, which is part of the fun of it all.
As it turned out I was not the only one. 
Wherever she went, the little boy in the orange shirt followed. 
It was the cutest thing.

 This is my favorite. You cannot tell which locks are hers and which ones are mine.

Nya - talking on her rock phone.

Parksville, we love you.