Moving on up

I haven't really posted a whole lot about our lives lately. Three kids, it'll do that to ya...what is 'that' you ask. The answer is SUCK ALL OF YOUR TIME UP. Every.freaking.second. Like a black hole. But a really fun black hole full of hugs, kisses and sunshine.

Some of you may or may not know that we bought a new house. Not new, new. Not the kind of new where you are the first people to live in it and have to pour driveway and lay sod....no no. Just regular 'new'...like new to US.
This said house is way bigger than our townhouse. We now have really cool shit like a big shed, a big yard, a swingset, and a huge double car garage, that I actually parked in once already before we moved junk into it. Ahhh true home ownership. A double car garage full of our very own crap.

I thought I would diarize the wonderful things about moving. I came up with...
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silence
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Ok. well, nothing. There is nothing spectacular about the event of moving at all. Not one fucking thing. I mean why do people do this?! It costs a fortune, its a pain in the ass, and you loose all kinds of your stuff or it gets broken, the kids think its all too much and come thiiiis close to internal combustion and all your friends stop by to 'help' but just end up drinking all your beer.

The only thing I could see being a good time for some people is moving into this house that was a complete pigsty and listening to my Mother In Law clean a bathroom for six hours. It was cruel and unual punishment for her. I could see some getting a kick out of that. I on the other hand actually really like my Mother In Law and she is wonderful to us and our kids so I just felt guilty about her grout scrubbing. But I did appreciate it.

You want to hear what else could have been really great about moving. Getting possession of the house and having the old owner STILL BE THERE...still packing his crap.
Oh.
Wait.
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Nope, that wasn't fun either.
Nor was the trip to the dump of more of the old owners broken down dirty junk after he left.

What are people thinking?!

Moving wasn't fun.

I guess the really grand part of moving was acquiring a yard and all kinds of space for our children to run and play. Seeing their smiles, hearing their laughter and watching them fall into bed at night in sheer exhaustion made each box hauling, floor scrubbing minute worth it.

Here's to our new house that we hope be our house for the next 40 years. I am once again reminded that a house is always just a building...walls and roof. It's what you do there that makes it a home.

Never say NEVER

It kind of goes like this... NEEEVVVVER.
I said I would NEVER.
EVER!

But if I have learnt anything over the last few years it is to never say NEVER. What is it that I would never do... I said I would never ski. I didn't like the idea of sliding fearfully fast down a mountain on my arse all the while being cold and in some very unattractive and uncomfortable ski boots.

But, never say never. Big Daddy's family are ski nuts. They did family ski trips yearly for a large portion of Big Daddy's childhood. At one family supper someone threw out the idea of reigniting that flame and doing a yearly ski trip again. That's how I wound up here writing on my blog about the large black bruise on my rear end that is so grotesque that my 7 year old says we should take a picture of it.

After 12 hours of travel, 1 fried portable DVD player, 1 hour of driving through the mountains with the interior light on to stop the baby from screaming her head off, we landed at our ski local of Kimberley BC. Scenic, mild temperatures and a nice accommodation to boot. I still had zero intent to ski but had the intent to watch my boys...all three of them hit the slopes

But after some gentle prodding from others and admitting to myself that I can't let my kids be better skiers than I...I decided to suit up and take a lesson. Especially since Big Daddy had to self admit that he was a little out of shape and probably wouldn't be able to ski a whole day anyways. I may as well take advantage of him napping in the afternoons with Addie.

Who knew that after 3 days, 1 lesson for me, 1 lesson for Joseph and 2 lessons for Trent we would have left there 'skiers'. I am still in shock and awe that Joseph & Trent took to skiing like fish to water. Joseph even progressed to doing a couple of green runs on the big mountain with Big Daddy.

We drove away from our lodge as the boys called it, tired, weathered and skiers. I never thought I'd say I actually 'like' skiing. Nor did I ever think I'd be planning to find another mountain to conquer next year. But in my epiphany to try to live with no regrets.... I am now a skier, and I like it. I think Big Daddy likes it too.

Come away with me

Once you have children you find this deep desire within you to spend some time alone with your spouse. When times of life and parenthood are trying the desire burns deep. But then you drop your children off and you get into your mini-van for your eight hour drive to your get away local and all of a sudden you realize....you have nothing to talk about. Well...is that true? Perhaps not. I think what truly happens is that you have SO much to talk about you don't know where to start. Really, one should create a point list of items which need discussion. That way, when Big Daddy and I have a few moments...or eight hours together we can pull out the list and just plow right on through.

Going away for three days was glorious. It was so great to sleep in, drink at dinner and not be worried about correctly installing car seats into a taxi if necessary. It was nice to not have to change 18 diapers a day, pour 333 glasses of milk, wipe up 84.5 spills, smooch 14 owies, and supply 98 snacks. But what I quickly found out, is that my favorite part of going away for three days ....................
was coming home.

The classics

There are some thing in life which are simply classic. Some books, music.... children's sayings....
This morning as we were eating breakfast getting ready to go register Joseph for grade two *hee hee hooooo, heee hee hoooooo* I am NOT the mother of a grade two student. When the hell did THAT happen?
Anywho, back to breakfast. Trent looks up with toast in hand and giggles "hey Mom!"
me: "what Trent?"
Trent: "I just had a fart in my throat!"...... "and it tasted like toast!"

Ahhh, what a great way to start the day. As for that business about grade two... we'll talk later. I'm a little forclempt about it all right now.

In a nutshell

So much to blog about........ so little time.
Isn't that the way life goes when you have three children.
Over the last few weeks we have been away from home for 12 days, driven 44oo kms through 3 provinces, 3 US States, and done many a visiting. It was a great holiday and I was definately NOT ready to come home.

All summer long the boys and I have talked about our "adventure" as they called it. We often talked about what we do on our adventure, who we would see on our adventure and where we would go. Now that it is all said and I done it truly feels like summer is over.
Since we have been back I have, gotten school supplies, the boys got haircuts, I got a nose ring and some new glasses. We have registered all the kids in swimming lessons and Joseph for bowling. Next week will be preschool, soccer and kindersoccer. Fall is on the horizion. As much as I don't want my summer to be over. Especially because one busy fall it is going to be!
We have a whiteboard calendar and each family member has their own colour...all I can say is that is one full and colourful calendar.

I think I am also hesitant as it really is coming to a time when my mat leave is over. I am sure as most of you know I have quit my job to stay at home with my family. But as live has it there needs to be some source of income. Thus I will be babysitting. I am terrified!!! It is going to be a huge adjustment for my kids and myself. The thought of it makes my head spin and I often feel the need to sit down and put my head between my knees to avoid the passing out feeling. I don't know what makes me so apprehensive about it but I am. I am sure in due time when the two little one's I am caring for are here and we are all in a routine I will feel better about it.

However, the bonus to it all is I get to watch my children grow up. Addie is now walking. She is much too short to be walking but she is. Full on walking, bend down pick up a toy and keep walking walking. It's adorable!

Tomorrow, Trent turns four years old. I am not sure where the last four years have gone. I miss his babyhood and soon I will miss his preschooler hood. He is growing up and has grown and matured soooo much over the last few months.
I can't believe he is four already!
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