The greener grass.

My sis had an interesting post today, with one of her ‘theories’, read it here, about the grass being greener on the other side.

It is, right? Greener. Isn’t it?

It’s like those days when the kids are screaming, baby is crying, hubby is ‘working’, and you are tempted to wish that you never had these kids! I mean, even if just for a fraction of a second, but we’ve all had that thought at some moment or the other, right?

And obviously, truth be told, we would rather have a hundred times more aggravation, than to not have those little critters in our lives, right?

But, if you did have the chance, what would your greener grass be?

Hydromaniac

My 2 year old is a hydromanic.
The opposite of a pyromaniac. apparently.
Seriously. Every chance he gets he is playing with something liquid-ish.
Spit. Water. Lotion. Liquid Soap. Juice. And even Vaseline.

more about hydromanic (ism?) http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Hydromaniac

Fall in Ontario.

Waterloo, Ontario, today. (Yes, that is snow!) Photo courtesy of my sister.

Love Thursday & the bedrest.

The pregnancy of my second child brought with it one major complication, a problem that caused me to be on hospital bedrest for the last 2 months. Yes, it was extremely difficult! Difficult to be away from a comfy home and yummy food, but it was almost unbearable to be away from my son.

My 4 year old was only one and a half at the time, and was really confused by the situation. Once during that time, he got pneumonia; he was brought into emergency at the same hospital that I was at so at least I could see him. But the most heartbreaking part was to see my son reaching out to me with his little arms and not being able to hold him.

Everything ended well, and we were all fine, but it was a hard 2 months for the entire family. My mom was amazing, taking care of my son, while worrying about me, my husband visited me everyday, bringing me things to feel more comfortable and my sisters would run the errands. Families are truly a blessing.

my son on the wheelchair that I used to go outside the hospital to visit him

my son bringing flowers to me after my second baby was born

Love Thursday

Officially Four!

How did this…

Become this…

So fast? Almost overnight it seems. But it was 4 years ago that I had my first son.

The one that stole everybody’s heart when he was born.

Only my first son has those great photos, which I would creatively layout in sets, and emailed to everyone that we knew, every month!

There is something about a first born child that just captures a mother’s heart and takes a special place in it. And in turn, their love is tremendous, their caring is unmatched, and their personality seems to be dictated by this stately position that they hold.

But for now, the storm that is a 4 year old has totally engulfed my sweet little boy. No more are the wonderful hugs, the precious kisses, and the heart-breaking pouts… these days I welcome loud shrieks as he rushes past me.

His love, affection, and concern for his brothers is surpassed only by his rage when they do not comply with his demands!

His best friend is his daddy, which he will tell to anyone, except if daddy does not listen to him, to which the 4 year old responds with “I don’t like you anymore, you go to another family!”, and then comes to me in total frustration and says “I don’t like daddy! You are my best friend now, ok?”

He has the complete adoration and respect of his two brothers. The 2 year old is contented to be his shadow (for now at least), and the baby loves to look at him and laugh at his ‘silly tricks’, as he calls it. But that still does not stop him from saying things like “You have to stop that non-sonce! That is just bad-parenting!” to the baby for him to stop vomiting and spitting up. Or, things like “You are making me frustrate!” when the 2 year old does something to displease him.

The 4 year old is loving school, he loves to learn, and cannot wait until he can read. He enjoys his movies, laughs out loud at some of the jokes, and can rattle out storylines. Influenced by his daddy, he is a big racing fan, and some days will declare that he would like to be a race car driver when he grows up. He is irresistible when he does his prayers, and says “God is right here, in my heart”.

He’s definitely one of a kind, and I think I’ll keep him… at least for now!