Sunday, November 30, 2008
As for my grand goals of befriending every neighbor on the block...I never see any! Strange; it seems as though we are the only ones living in this area, surrounded by empty houses. I notice cars have left or arrived, I hear the happy sounds of children at play but never see anyone. Even though this sounds as if I am peeking out of my curtains stalking neighbors, I promise that is not the case. I have to take my dog out several times a day, since we have no fence.
Where is everyone? I guess in this day and age there are no casseroles to be brought, no "welcome to the neighborhood" to extend. I remember growing up the countless casseroles my mother made, accompanying visits to newcomers, or anyone in need. Not that I expected people to bring us stuff; but I secretly hoped they would stop by so I could make some friends. I just know someone is thinking as they read this, "well why doesn't SHE drop by the neighbors?" . A very good question indeed, my friends. Why don't I? I have no answer other than YIKES!!! That is a much more forward action than I can take.... right now. Maybe after I have seen someone in their yard and could extend a hello first. After the initial greeting, I would feel much more relaxed about ringing a doorbell out of the blue.
But I would have to actually SEE someone outside first.
Possible reason for noone stopping by : a very large, very scary dog seems to bark the daylights out of himself whenever he sees anyone. Or anything. This belies the kind, gentle soul Diesel has; he would never hurt a fly or a person, maybe a cat but that's a given. Cats are his nemesis. He loves people though!! Sure his hello is a tad bit freaky, a little run-for-your-life-he-will-eat-you..... but really he is full of love and affection.
Anyway, it doesn't matter if no one comes over to say hello; I will get them. Someday I will HAVE to see someone outside, and that is when I will make my move. I'm not looking for lifelong friends here, although who ever has enough?
Monday, November 24, 2008
Friday afternoon we met our real estate agent at the house and he handed me my key! It felt so wonderful to turn the lock to my new home. We walked in....and WOW I had built the place up in my mind. Thinking about this house over the past few weeks has had the gossip effect; it kept getting bigger. Don't get me wrong; I love the house and it is the perfect size for us. Just funny how small it seemed at that moment.
We then rushed to pick up the UHAUL and load our stuff. With the boys at a friends house, we wanted to hurry. It took us about 4 hours to load all of the big stuff and most of the small stuff; BOY WAS I SORE!!!!!! But we weren't done! We drove to the new place and I took our car to pick up the boys. Then came the unloading....coming up to bedtime for the twins and where were the cribs?? In the front of the truck; we had to unpack nearly everything before we could reach them. YIKES!!! Not smart. With babies crying in the background, in a strange home and scared, we put the cribs together and managed to get them to bed. Thank goodness they were so tired they fell right to sleep! Back to the truck for us weary parents; we still had tons to unload.
Finally, with thoughts of a hot bath in my new tub, I helped my hubby unload the last heavy item. Thank goodness! Done!!! Now time to relax right? That's what I thought...so I took our pillows upstairs. On the way down, my slippery socks took my feet out from under me and I slid down the stairs, my feet smashing into some boxes stacked on the landing. OOOOOOUCHHHH!!!!!! @&*@&$)(@*&@!!!!!!!!
I yelled, then whimpered, and my husband (who was running out the door for takeout) came around the corner and asked if I was ok. I told him what happened and said my foot hurt....then took off my sock and SICK!! My middle toe on my right foot was totally crooked. My heart just sank....thoughts of a hot bath and sleeping babies drifted up and away from me; instead it was a trip to emergency in the local health center.
Four hours later, I was able to join my husband and boys in the car and head for home. David slept in the car the whole time I was told, and JD woke several times but each time was soothed back to sleep by a ride around the block. So, at 5 AM, we finally made it to bed. With a painful toe buddy-taped to the next one.
The next night...I had a hot bath in my new tub. Other than my gimp walk and hurting foot, has been a pretty great experience.
Pictures will come!!!
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
~to the boys who play in the complex: I will not miss how you used to ring our doorbell and run away. Not cool! I will miss the occasional hello you gave me and the few minutes of chatting, sharing your latest game or toy.
~to the nosy lady two doors down: I will NOT miss your 'need' to know all of our business...sorry I never managed to get the pet acceptance form to you. As my Dad used to say, "what difference will it make 100 years from now?" We had our dog for 4 years, I'm sure if the landlord didn't accept him you would notice. I will miss the rare smile and inquiry into how the boys are doing.
~to my next-door neighbor, I will miss you!! I will miss our chats, and I hope you are able to move home soon.
In our new home I have grand plans to be more open and friendly to the people in our neighborhood. That comment I made about life being what you make it? We've lived here for 4 years and I rarely made a point to visit with people. My excuse is I came from the city where no one makes eye contact. :) But had I been more open with people and let them in, we may have had a more enjoyable few years here filled with more friends and support systems. Instead I took to blaming them, for being so rude to outsiders. (insert shameful chuckle here)
This time, I will be friendly; I will do my best to get to know people and let them in.
I have one more note to a neighbor. To my dear friend a few blocks away.....
I will miss you so very much! I will miss our walks, the playdates; I will never forget how you have been there for me from day 1. The tears and laughter we've shared will not be forgotten. Of course we can still chat on the phone and see eachother once in awhile...but it won't be the same as having such a wonderful friend just down the road. I love you girl!
Now on to new adventures! Home ownership, our VERY FIRST HOME!!!! I am so excited, I can't stand it. I will post pics when I get them, I love the house.
New adventures, new neighborhood, fresh chance to use what I've learned from life so far. LOVE it!!!!
Monday, November 17, 2008
What a hot summer day!! Too hot for the boys to wear even a onesie. This was back in the day when crawling wasn't happening yet. They just sat and played with toys!
Growing up with four brothers...no sisters.... gave me a pretty clear picture of how things will be. It will be so great. Forts, snowball fights, sports...here I come! If I'm lucky, I just might be the only girl allowed in a "NO GIRLS ALLOWED" clubhouse! Well, I guess it depends on the clubhouse...I may not be lucky. :)
There are two--and pretty much only two--reasons it gets QUIET during playtime. The #1 reason is that they are into something they shouldn't be. The second is that they fell asleep! Sooo sweet. This is the only time it has happened so far, and I had to get it on camera. I hated to wake him to go to bed. When I did, he had the rug imprint on his cheek!
This one goes with the pics on my sidebar... I love David's smile!! Even though he is the more serious one, we see his smile all the time. I hope we always do! The tickle I gave him plus his big plans to grab the camera sparked this particular smile.
Friday, November 14, 2008
Thursday, November 13, 2008
The main thing on my mind is the ever-growing group of people who do not believe in Christ, but celebrate Christmas, and therefore want to change the name of the holiday to accomodate those who don't believe in God. This is utterly ridiculous!! Is there not freedom of religion? Yes. Christmas is the celebration of the birth of Christ, and we can NOT leave Christ out of Christmas!! It is a Christian holiday. The same people who fight for their religions and their own right to respect and worship them, are asking - no, Demanding- that we change the name of our Christian holiday to accomodate them. This gets me more than alittle hot under the collar.
Then I think, can we blame them? For years Christmas has become more and more commercialized; squeezing God out of the celebrations. It is this commercial conglomerate that the world celebrates. In a big way, I think we have brought this conclusion upon ourselves.
The only solution I can come up with, using my small voice, is to have a parallel holiday. Have a holiday season that can be celebrated by these wonderful people who don't celebrate the birth of Christ, but who want to take part in the season of peace and joy. That way, Christians can celebrate the birth of Christ and call it such as is our right, and the rest of the world can celebrate along with us, without forcing us to change the name to make it more comfortable.
Sounds good to me, anyway.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
My sweeties 9/19/08
Life is sure interesting since these two came along. They are characters, both of them. Now, at nearly 14 months, they intrigue me even more. The differences in each and the little things that make them who they are seem to be developing more each day.
David is my little drama king. If I take something away or don't give him his snack fast enough, he becomes a puddle of jelly and slips to the floor. Next comes the fake cry and the fish out of water routine; he flops and throws himself around, letting everyone in the vicinity know just how unfair the world really is. He never stops suprising me...during play I occasionally find him sitting in his little rocking chair, reading a book. That is a joy to me, as he is a go-go-go, rough and tumble, climbing on anything-and-everything type of boy.
JD has started to show a new side to his character...he gets embarrassed. If he copies something or completes a difficult task and we praise him a little too much, he will turn his face away (usually laying his head on the floor). I'm not sure why, but this makes me sad. While I don't want arrogant boys, I sure don't want him to belittle his accomplishments. I don't want him to be embarrassed at praise. I often find him quietly working on things, not wanting to draw attention to himself. An example of this is reading; much like his brother, I will occassionally find JD pretending to read a book. If I bring attention to this in any way and tell him what a good job he is doing, he will stop. And get bashful. As we go along growing and learning together I will have to find a way to uplift him and encourage him without embarrassing him.
I am fascinated with similarities. Because I am adopted I didn't have many similarities in looks or personality with my parents. But I see things in my boys that clearly come from my husband and I, and it thrills me!! Examples of this... David looks like my hubby. His skin tone, eyebrows and hair are all Jon!! JD looks like me, I see my skin tone and my hair in him. (I had white-blonde hair for the first 7 yrs or so of my life). JD has a goofy sense of humor like his daddy, and he loves to be amused. Getting embarrassed at praise--that's Jon too. David has the skills like Jon, good at anything he tries and climbs all over the place. David gets his dramatics from me; I am guilty of that overdramatic role. JD gets frustrated when he tries things and fails the first few times...that's me in a heartbeat.
While I know they are individuals I see these traits that clearly hail from us, and it gives me that warm, fuzzy feeling. They are my boys!!!
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
It used to be just another day, with a short trip to the cenetaph and a quick ceremony remembering the fallen. But understanding who the fallen are and what they gave for us and why makes this day much more.
I can't imagine what it must have taken for those young soldiers to get off that boat and creep onto a beach that very well could be that last sight they see. I can't fathom the courage it must have taken to crawl through a tunnel, hearing and feeling the vibrations of shells and bombs all around them, not knowing if that second will be their last breath. Those on the front lines must have endured a plethera of emotions; relief that buddies made it alive and likewise incredible grief at not only finding a commrade fallen but the very scenes around them, the macabre that invaded their every senses. It is no wonder that so many veterans wish to leave the battlefield in the past and not share their experiences. What is so incredible to me is that they went. They fought. They gave life and limb for freedom that we enjoy today without a second thought.
I am very patriotic; I love Canada and the freedoms we enjoy. When I read stories of the great wars or watch documentaries on those and other conflicts, I am filled with pride and love for our soldiers. The brave ones who fought. The strong ones who gave so much not only for themselves and their families, but for the generations ahead. The love, selflessness, courage, strength and very attitude of those souls should never be forgotten. I am so thankful for that great sacrifice.
Now, so much more than the school years past, the words "Lest We Forget" are hitting home for me.
Friday, November 7, 2008
~he always, ALWAYS lets me cry and rant when I need to, gives me the appropriate amount of humor to lighten my mood, then calmly reasons with me and helps me to understand whatever situation is at the base of my emotion. When we are finished, I feel usually 100% better and see a bigger picture than the narrow filtered one I previously envisioned.
~there is a tenderness about him. He hides it, and for some reason I love that he hides it; I see it though in his dealings with me, the boys, and the occasional underdog that crosses his path.
~when I am frustrated, and I don't mean the usual frustrations...when I am extremely frustrated to the point I can't continue the task or function I am attempting to perform...he will take over. He knows when I am getting in my own way or when it is something real that I need to step back from; if it is the former he lets me figure it out. If it happens to be the latter, he takes my place and does it for me. I love him for it!!! It brings tears to my eyes the intuition, compassion and love that it takes to do that.
There are so many reasons why my husband rocks. Of course our marriage is real, and some days it's harder to remember those reasons; but usually the inconsequential things don't matter. The socks on the floor. The toilet seat. Well, he can't leave his socks on the floor, the dog will inevitably take them and shred them, and do it quietly and quickly. The toilet seat? Well, I figure women can put it down just as easily as men could put it up. I am blessed to have a wonderful, good man who gives me lots of reasons why he is great.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Monday, November 3, 2008
This year is different though; we don't have snow yet, which is fantastic. I can still take the boys for walks and not have to trudge through a foot of snow! Also the moving; that adds quite a bit of excitement to an otherwise dull month. I already have Christmas on the brain; thinking about decorations and humming carols, I look forward to this coming Christmas season. Now that we are older Christmas does seem to come faster. Time rolls right by and if you blink, you will for sure miss something.
Thinking of Christmas has me inevitably thinking of the new year. This will be a big year, I can feel it. With the boys no longer infants, this coming year will be exciting and fun. I have the biggest list of intentions for them over the coming winter, following spring and summer. I sincerely hope that they don't go the usual way of good intentions and slip by.
Yes, this is a good November. Last year at this time I was getting next to NO sleep, up every 2 & 1/2 to 3 hours all night to feed the babies and feeling shut in by the snow. At least I think we had snow; I didn't get into the real world much. But that is all in the past... the boys are bigger and much more energetic; we will have a ton of fun. This winter we will start crafts!! I am so excited. I'm sure they will like the finger painting, coloring, glueing and decorating. Along with the crafts we will have some major tent-building, hide-and-seek playing, cookie-baking fun. I can't wait to get started! Just as soon as we get settled in the house.
Now that we are into November, it's really not that bad. We'll see about January!
Sunday, November 2, 2008
It is hard first of all to pack with small children; OK let me backtrack ~ first of all it is hard to PACK. Then throw in small children that demand time, energy and care, and it's difficult to pack. Usually I try to rush and pack as much as I can while they are napping, therefore eliminating the many MANY halts in the process to check on whatever the boys have gotten into. Today however, I just can't move my feet. I can see some late nights on the horizon, after the boys go to bed instead of relaxing with a book (one of my very favorite pastimes) I will be packing and preparing for the move.
As for today, I might just stay stuck in this cement and pay more attention to my boys. They are a pretty cute distraction!