The King's Throne

Toilet training. It is upon us. Has been for awhile, but I've neglected speaking about this subject, in case it becomes jinxed.

I haven't made a huge deal about it. No schedule, no deadline...just giving it a go. A few mornings in underwear [favorites are Cars underwear...his "Towmaters"....even cooking in skivvy's was allowed...] to see what happens. Stickers, candies and the odd hot wheels for good performance.

Although, rewards were a spot of concern at the beginning because W would cry and refuse to get OFF the toilet, if he wasn't able to go, because he wanted the airplane or car so much! Thankfully this phase has past and we are just at the sticker stage. With a little red poster beside the toilet, that is plastered with stickers, mainly tool themed stickers. Nothing like a hammer or screw driver to gaze at while you're taking care of business!

He's done remarkably well. We have even gone out in public without a pull-up on and made it home with no "accidents". He even slept in our bed....middle of the night arrival....stark naked and did not wet our bed. [I arrived home from work at 2am to find B & W peacefully sleeping away, with one naked little boy. Yikes! Sleeping with a loaded weapon? I'll sleep in Ws bed thank you very much!]

By the way, he now introduces himself in this manner, "Hi! I'm W! I'm three and I pee and poop on the toilet!" Stated in a very fast, enthusastic fashion. The everlasting toilet-talk of boyhood has begun.

There has even been standing up to pee! This was not my idea! I would rather him sit until he starts school...much cleaner. At least now he doesn't need to take all his clothes off to use the bathroom. Naked toiletting doesn't bode well for public places!

So, we're off to a roaring start, not perfection, just a start. The king's throne is a comfortable spot, complete with a poster of stickers, a polka dot surprise box in the closet and an Elmo Uses the Potty musical book. Can it get any better than this for the cutest little tushie around!

The King's Throne

Toilet training. It is upon us. Has been for awhile, but I've neglected speaking about this subject, in case it becomes jinxed.

I haven't made a huge deal about it. No schedule, no deadline...just giving it a go. A few mornings in underwear [favorites are Cars underwear...his "Towmaters"....even cooking in skivvy's was allowed...] to see what happens. Stickers, candies and the odd hot wheels for good performance.

Although, rewards were a spot of concern at the beginning because W would cry and refuse to get OFF the toilet, if he wasn't able to go, because he wanted the airplane or car so much! Thankfully this phase has past and we are just at the sticker stage. With a little red poster beside the toilet, that is plastered with stickers, mainly tool themed stickers. Nothing like a hammer or screw driver to gaze at while you're taking care of business!

He's done remarkably well. We have even gone out in public without a pull-up on and made it home with no "accidents". He even slept in our bed....middle of the night arrival....stark naked and did not wet our bed. [I arrived home from work at 2am to find B & W peacefully sleeping away, with one naked little boy. Yikes! Sleeping with a loaded weapon? I'll sleep in Ws bed thank you very much!]

By the way, he now introduces himself in this manner, "Hi! I'm W! I'm three and I pee and poop on the toilet!" Stated in a very fast, enthusastic fashion. The everlasting toilet-talk of boyhood has begun.

There has even been standing up to pee! This was not my idea! I would rather him sit until he starts school...much cleaner. At least now he doesn't need to take all his clothes off to use the bathroom. Naked toiletting doesn't bode well for public places!

So, we're off to a roaring start, not perfection, just a start. The king's throne is a comfortable spot, complete with a poster of stickers, a polka dot surprise box in the closet and an Elmo Uses the Potty musical book. Can it get any better than this for the cutest little tushie around!

Slummy vs. Yummy

Yummy Mommy.
Slummy Mummy.
Mother Warrior. (This is another post)
Earth Mother.
Birth Mother.

All these mother terms and titles in this new era of motherhood.
Where do you fit?

I have decided that I, Mrs. 3 is Perfect/Mrs. RWB/Mrs. M (maybe it should be the MPD Mommy?) am of the Slummy Mummy variety. Admittance. Is this the first step to recovery?
Hello, my name is Mrs. M and I am a Slummy Mummy.
I am chagrinned to admit that I let my oldest son go bottom-less often as we are in the toilet training stage. In fact, one evening at dinner we ate a gourmet canned ravioli dinner (another confession), while watching the children's TV station Tree House (confession #2) at the island, with oldest son wearing his birthday suit, naked as the day he was born(confession #3). My favorite husband was working late so no airs were required.
There are moments throughout the day when the baby boy eats "leftovers" from the floor or highchair which I haven't swept up yet. Nothing like a cheerio or star from the floor to demonstrate good nutrition and parenting!
Rum. I talk about rum alot. Really, it's not consumed as much as I portray. Although there are days I would like it to be. Parrot Bay coconut rum is my friend, when combined with gingerale. Rum is good for so many purposes. Such as a substitution for vanilla. My 3-Doors-Down friend's mom gave me this suggestion and now I use it all the time. My sister thinks I would even substistute it for rice milk in the babe's bottle...now THAT's going a little too far!
Attire and appearance. I am not the skinny, yummy mommy who looks like she just stepped out of a salon and Glamour mag. I'm more the hair up, disheveled, chubby momma who looks like she just fell out of the Sears Outlet store....on a good day.
Confession is over. The truth is out. Although, I'm sure you were never fooled, just humoring me. Thanks for that.:)

Slummy vs. Yummy

Yummy Mommy.
Slummy Mummy.
Mother Warrior. (This is another post)
Earth Mother.
Birth Mother.

All these mother terms and titles in this new era of motherhood.
Where do you fit?

I have decided that I, Mrs. 3 is Perfect/Mrs. RWB/Mrs. M (maybe it should be the MPD Mommy?) am of the Slummy Mummy variety. Admittance. Is this the first step to recovery?
Hello, my name is Mrs. M and I am a Slummy Mummy.
I am chagrinned to admit that I let my oldest son go bottom-less often as we are in the toilet training stage. In fact, one evening at dinner we ate a gourmet canned ravioli dinner (another confession), while watching the children's TV station Tree House (confession #2) at the island, with oldest son wearing his birthday suit, naked as the day he was born(confession #3). My favorite husband was working late so no airs were required.
There are moments throughout the day when the baby boy eats "leftovers" from the floor or highchair which I haven't swept up yet. Nothing like a cheerio or star from the floor to demonstrate good nutrition and parenting!
Rum. I talk about rum alot. Really, it's not consumed as much as I portray. Although there are days I would like it to be. Parrot Bay coconut rum is my friend, when combined with gingerale. Rum is good for so many purposes. Such as a substitution for vanilla. My 3-Doors-Down friend's mom gave me this suggestion and now I use it all the time. My sister thinks I would even substistute it for rice milk in the babe's bottle...now THAT's going a little too far!
Attire and appearance. I am not the skinny, yummy mommy who looks like she just stepped out of a salon and Glamour mag. I'm more the hair up, disheveled, chubby momma who looks like she just fell out of the Sears Outlet store....on a good day.
Confession is over. The truth is out. Although, I'm sure you were never fooled, just humoring me. Thanks for that.:)

Kindness of Strangers

My friend Mrs. 4under4, sent me this story. I thought it was worthy of sharing with all the other moms and strangers out there.
It's always nice to know that there still is kindness and generosity of heart in this world.

It all began on day three of trying to transition our three 18 month old children from two naps to one. On this particular morning, my plan was to drive to Costco for the 9:30am opening, head home by 10:30pm, feed the kids lunch at 11am and have everyone (including our 3 yr. old, Kalyn) down for a nap just before noon. The trick was to keep everyone awake on the 20 minute drive to and from the store . . .

The morning looked promising as the four kids and I were in the car driving away by 9:05am! Unfortunately, Jordyn (our 18 mos old girl) fell asleep within the first three minutes and then awoke crying as we pulled into the Shopping Centre. Something didn’t seem right as the Costco parking lot was completely empty . . . sure enough, it didn’t open until 10am on weekdays.

Since the sun was shining and we were already out of the house, I decided to use the extra time to go for a walk. As I opened the van door to get the stroller, Kalyn yelled, “Mommy, Jordyn threw up!”. Jordyn had only ever been car sick once before (in the middle of a five hour night road trip) and it was one of the hardest things I have ever had to clean up. With trepidation I peered over the back seat and could see that Kalyn was right. Still in a rear-facing car seat, I had not realized that Jordyn’s crying was due to getting sick.

After a quick evaluation of the mess and our situation, I couldn’t decide whether to just drive back home, cry, or keep on going. I chose the latter and after a twenty minute clean up amidst screaming boys wishing to get out of their seats (and the smelly van), I finally managed to get everyone in the stroller. Thank goodness for the extra outfit & Lysol wipes in the diaper bag and the bright, cheery sun in the sky to greet us!

The Costco shopping excursion was brief and as we headed for the cashier, I realized that there were a lot of other early morning shoppers. Line-ups were four or more deep and as we took our place at the end of the line, the people in front of us started commenting on our stroller and children. This is a very common occurrence for us (as I am sure many parents of multiples can relate); however, the events that followed were surprising and heart-warming.

All of the people in front of us began insisting that we move to the front of the line and even offered to help load/unload our goods. I graciously accepted the offer to move ahead as we were already behind schedule. Despite our many trips to retail outlets with the children, this was the first time anyone had offered their place in line to us. It gave me a warm feeling to know that so many people have kind hearts and such generous spirits.
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We hurried to the car and as I quickly loaded the van, one of the ladies from the line-up ran out to meet me. She handed me a bouquet of flowers and with a smile and a hug said, “I saw you in Costco and just wanted to give these to you from one Mom to another”.

It is amazing how a simple act of kindness from a Mom who doesn’t know me was able to “make my day”. She helped me remember how truly blessed I am with our four beautiful children, to appreciate the challenges that arise each day to strengthen my character, and to never forget how a simple act of kindness can make a difference in someone’s life.

I hope you all have the chance to experience or demonstrate an “Act of Kindness” this month and appreciate all of the character-building moments that make you a stronger person and parent.

Kindness of Strangers

My friend Mrs. 4under4, sent me this story. I thought it was worthy of sharing with all the other moms and strangers out there.
It's always nice to know that there still is kindness and generosity of heart in this world.

It all began on day three of trying to transition our three 18 month old children from two naps to one. On this particular morning, my plan was to drive to Costco for the 9:30am opening, head home by 10:30pm, feed the kids lunch at 11am and have everyone (including our 3 yr. old, Kalyn) down for a nap just before noon. The trick was to keep everyone awake on the 20 minute drive to and from the store . . .

The morning looked promising as the four kids and I were in the car driving away by 9:05am! Unfortunately, Jordyn (our 18 mos old girl) fell asleep within the first three minutes and then awoke crying as we pulled into the Shopping Centre. Something didn’t seem right as the Costco parking lot was completely empty . . . sure enough, it didn’t open until 10am on weekdays.

Since the sun was shining and we were already out of the house, I decided to use the extra time to go for a walk. As I opened the van door to get the stroller, Kalyn yelled, “Mommy, Jordyn threw up!”. Jordyn had only ever been car sick once before (in the middle of a five hour night road trip) and it was one of the hardest things I have ever had to clean up. With trepidation I peered over the back seat and could see that Kalyn was right. Still in a rear-facing car seat, I had not realized that Jordyn’s crying was due to getting sick.

After a quick evaluation of the mess and our situation, I couldn’t decide whether to just drive back home, cry, or keep on going. I chose the latter and after a twenty minute clean up amidst screaming boys wishing to get out of their seats (and the smelly van), I finally managed to get everyone in the stroller. Thank goodness for the extra outfit & Lysol wipes in the diaper bag and the bright, cheery sun in the sky to greet us!

The Costco shopping excursion was brief and as we headed for the cashier, I realized that there were a lot of other early morning shoppers. Line-ups were four or more deep and as we took our place at the end of the line, the people in front of us started commenting on our stroller and children. This is a very common occurrence for us (as I am sure many parents of multiples can relate); however, the events that followed were surprising and heart-warming.

All of the people in front of us began insisting that we move to the front of the line and even offered to help load/unload our goods. I graciously accepted the offer to move ahead as we were already behind schedule. Despite our many trips to retail outlets with the children, this was the first time anyone had offered their place in line to us. It gave me a warm feeling to know that so many people have kind hearts and such generous spirits.
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We hurried to the car and as I quickly loaded the van, one of the ladies from the line-up ran out to meet me. She handed me a bouquet of flowers and with a smile and a hug said, “I saw you in Costco and just wanted to give these to you from one Mom to another”.

It is amazing how a simple act of kindness from a Mom who doesn’t know me was able to “make my day”. She helped me remember how truly blessed I am with our four beautiful children, to appreciate the challenges that arise each day to strengthen my character, and to never forget how a simple act of kindness can make a difference in someone’s life.

I hope you all have the chance to experience or demonstrate an “Act of Kindness” this month and appreciate all of the character-building moments that make you a stronger person and parent.

Vision Clinic

It's truly amazing the techniques that are used with little people. Cause really, who ever thought you could check the eyes/vision of a 16mth old? R did great, responded quickly and well, althought the drops to dilate his pupils were not his favorite thing. Which I knew would be traumatic as I've tried to administer eye drops before and lets just say, he was NOT IMPRESSED! All in all he was a star today.
The result is that he has a small tumor/lesion in his right eye, close to the center, that is NOT interfering with his vision. So, we'll check again in 6 months to follow up and make sure it hasn't changed and that his vision is still good.
You know, with all this TSC business, one would think that hearing more news is just another day, just part of things, but it isn't. Every time we learn that there are more features showing up on R it is heart wrenching. Ours stomachs sink and hearts ache. Makes us sad. And we just keep moving on because that's all a person can do.
The highlight of our morning at the Vision Clinic was the sweetest little 3yr old girl with long white blonde hair, partially up in a fall, living with downs syndrome, very friendly and signing with me and R. I could have taken her home with us! She was just too cute! And R was sweet with her. It's always touching to watch your children making friends, even if they are just crossing our path for a short moment.

Vision Clinic

It's truly amazing the techniques that are used with little people. Cause really, who ever thought you could check the eyes/vision of a 16mth old? R did great, responded quickly and well, althought the drops to dilate his pupils were not his favorite thing. Which I knew would be traumatic as I've tried to administer eye drops before and lets just say, he was NOT IMPRESSED! All in all he was a star today.
The result is that he has a small tumor/lesion in his right eye, close to the center, that is NOT interfering with his vision. So, we'll check again in 6 months to follow up and make sure it hasn't changed and that his vision is still good.
You know, with all this TSC business, one would think that hearing more news is just another day, just part of things, but it isn't. Every time we learn that there are more features showing up on R it is heart wrenching. Ours stomachs sink and hearts ache. Makes us sad. And we just keep moving on because that's all a person can do.
The highlight of our morning at the Vision Clinic was the sweetest little 3yr old girl with long white blonde hair, partially up in a fall, living with downs syndrome, very friendly and signing with me and R. I could have taken her home with us! She was just too cute! And R was sweet with her. It's always touching to watch your children making friends, even if they are just crossing our path for a short moment.

Huh?

Okay, someone is watching the Biggest Loser on TV right now and I just removed a berry crisp and a batch of granola bars from the oven.
Huh?! What the heck? (to quote W.)
Thank goodness there's no ice cream in the house to go with the warm crisp!

Huh?

Okay, someone is watching the Biggest Loser on TV right now and I just removed a berry crisp and a batch of granola bars from the oven.
Huh?! What the heck? (to quote W.)
Thank goodness there's no ice cream in the house to go with the warm crisp!

Weekend Away

We had a lovely weekend away in Canmore. A kind friend generously offered her condo to us for the weekend and I'm so glad we accepted. What a great time exploring the trails, new playgrounds, the pool and just generally spending quality time together as a family.

Plus, there's something mystical about the mountains, isn't there?

Weekend Away

We had a lovely weekend away in Canmore. A kind friend generously offered her condo to us for the weekend and I'm so glad we accepted. What a great time exploring the trails, new playgrounds, the pool and just generally spending quality time together as a family.

Plus, there's something mystical about the mountains, isn't there?

Brothers Update

W 37 Months

• officially a Pre-schooler! Started preschool this past week and so far loves it! It was fun to see him making a friend and dancing in the hallway together before class.


• good big brother ie: "You okay Bup?"


• "I'm gonna get you!" The favorite chase game between the two boys. W laughs as he chases Bup around the kitchen & R giggles until he can't run anymore. It's impressive and so sweet how careful and gentle W is with R during their crazy, loud game.


• amazing attention to detail, the not-so-obvious things - looking at a picture of a baby & it's the shoe on a mat in the background that he comments on first


• still loves all things construction, animals, cars, making crafts/art, runnning, jumping, climbing, & freaking his mother out


• NO fear at the pool, will jump in without you there, loves the big red slide


• some new sayings, "What the heck?" (We tell him that we don't say that in our house) and "Oh my goodness! Oh my GOODNESS!"


• loveable & fun...most of all these are the best characteristics


• 97 percentile for height & weight

R 16 months

• sweet & funny, likes to tease a little...pretend to come over for a kiss then run the other way & come back to do it all over again


• temper! temper! YELLS when he doesn't want to do something


• loves to play outside...cries if you shut the door before he can escape


• playing chase with his brother


• reading, he gets so excited when he brings you a book, giggles and kicks his legs when you pick him up to sit on your lap to read


• showing the potential of a good listener...let's hope this stays!


• picky eater at times...help!


• fully into the Explorer stage, checks out everything = more mess & finding items in strange places ie: santa in the toilet, dragon in a boot, stolen lamp in a basket, etc


• learning more signs all the time


• gives the best little kisses & starting to sign "I love you"


• 97 percentile for height & weight

Brothers Update

W 37 Months

• officially a Pre-schooler! Started preschool this past week and so far loves it! It was fun to see him making a friend and dancing in the hallway together before class.


• good big brother ie: "You okay Bup?"


• "I'm gonna get you!" The favorite chase game between the two boys. W laughs as he chases Bup around the kitchen & R giggles until he can't run anymore. It's impressive and so sweet how careful and gentle W is with R during their crazy, loud game.


• amazing attention to detail, the not-so-obvious things - looking at a picture of a baby & it's the shoe on a mat in the background that he comments on first


• still loves all things construction, animals, cars, making crafts/art, runnning, jumping, climbing, & freaking his mother out


• NO fear at the pool, will jump in without you there, loves the big red slide


• some new sayings, "What the heck?" (We tell him that we don't say that in our house) and "Oh my goodness! Oh my GOODNESS!"


• loveable & fun...most of all these are the best characteristics


• 97 percentile for height & weight

R 16 months

• sweet & funny, likes to tease a little...pretend to come over for a kiss then run the other way & come back to do it all over again


• temper! temper! YELLS when he doesn't want to do something


• loves to play outside...cries if you shut the door before he can escape


• playing chase with his brother


• reading, he gets so excited when he brings you a book, giggles and kicks his legs when you pick him up to sit on your lap to read


• showing the potential of a good listener...let's hope this stays!


• picky eater at times...help!


• fully into the Explorer stage, checks out everything = more mess & finding items in strange places ie: santa in the toilet, dragon in a boot, stolen lamp in a basket, etc


• learning more signs all the time


• gives the best little kisses & starting to sign "I love you"


• 97 percentile for height & weight

Clinical Genetics

Friday we spent a couple of hours in Clinical Genetics. The appointment was relatively uneventful. Some good information, confirmed what we already knew and there were a few new bits of information.
We did see the MRI results, which are amazing. It is mind boggling what medicine & technology can do. R's largest tumor is 6mm by 7mm. That's considered large!
So, now it's continuing on with multiple tests, for all four of us, to determine the extent of the Tuberous Sclerosis and who else is affected. It is possible to have the tumors but no symptoms so we're all being tested.


One thing that amazed me was the nonchalance in regards to pre-natal testing. The doctors of course asked if we had been planning to have more children. Which we are not and this decision was made before we found out about tuberous sclerosis. Having said that, I think it would be irresponsible of us to have more children, knowing that the next baby could have TSC. Pre-natal testing is not the answer. It's too late. And a positive amnio would not change my mind. It just stunns me that that's even an option when we KNOW the possibilities. Still, having made the decision months ago to keep our family at two children, it makes me kind of sad that the decision has been made for us, regardless of our wishes, and the stress it would bring if we were to accidentally get pregnant. (Not that we will.) Just gives me a little feeling of blue, and nostalgia and blessings as to the two wonderful pregnancies and the boys that I have.

Clinical Genetics

Friday we spent a couple of hours in Clinical Genetics. The appointment was relatively uneventful. Some good information, confirmed what we already knew and there were a few new bits of information.
We did see the MRI results, which are amazing. It is mind boggling what medicine & technology can do. R's largest tumor is 6mm by 7mm. That's considered large!
So, now it's continuing on with multiple tests, for all four of us, to determine the extent of the Tuberous Sclerosis and who else is affected. It is possible to have the tumors but no symptoms so we're all being tested.


One thing that amazed me was the nonchalance in regards to pre-natal testing. The doctors of course asked if we had been planning to have more children. Which we are not and this decision was made before we found out about tuberous sclerosis. Having said that, I think it would be irresponsible of us to have more children, knowing that the next baby could have TSC. Pre-natal testing is not the answer. It's too late. And a positive amnio would not change my mind. It just stunns me that that's even an option when we KNOW the possibilities. Still, having made the decision months ago to keep our family at two children, it makes me kind of sad that the decision has been made for us, regardless of our wishes, and the stress it would bring if we were to accidentally get pregnant. (Not that we will.) Just gives me a little feeling of blue, and nostalgia and blessings as to the two wonderful pregnancies and the boys that I have.

104 Days

As per W,

"Christmas is coming.

The leaves fall off the trees and then Christmas comes."

"Yes, W. And who comes at Christmas?"

Whispered with the sound of awe and wonder in his quiet little voice,

" Snowman!"

As per R,

He's been carrying around this noisy Santa for days. Thanks to you know who you are! But poor Santa went for a swim! Unfortunately, the music still plays and he still slides around on the floor. A dip in the biffy never stopped St. Nick.

104 Days

As per W,

"Christmas is coming.

The leaves fall off the trees and then Christmas comes."

"Yes, W. And who comes at Christmas?"

Whispered with the sound of awe and wonder in his quiet little voice,

" Snowman!"

As per R,

He's been carrying around this noisy Santa for days. Thanks to you know who you are! But poor Santa went for a swim! Unfortunately, the music still plays and he still slides around on the floor. A dip in the biffy never stopped St. Nick.

Happy Birthday Favorite Husband!

Today is the anniversary of my husband's birth!

Happy birthday to you!

I am certainly grateful he joined this big 'ole world as he has brought me much joy, much peace, much laughter and mostly much love.

Happy birthday sweetie, here's to another wonderful year.

Happy Birthday Favorite Husband!

Today is the anniversary of my husband's birth!

Happy birthday to you!

I am certainly grateful he joined this big 'ole world as he has brought me much joy, much peace, much laughter and mostly much love.

Happy birthday sweetie, here's to another wonderful year.

Another Three...

R went three days without seizures! And we were so glad! Hopeful that the new meds were working already even at a low doseage. Wuhoo! We were secretly elated and my favorite husband was going around knocking on wood, including his head.:)
But it was not to be. Today he has had at least two and they're different again. They knock him down and he is "frozen", his whole body stiff as a board. I'm not sure what to make of this as this presentation is different from all the others.
Back to the drawing board.
If only I was an artist....I would draw a different picture.

Another Three...

R went three days without seizures! And we were so glad! Hopeful that the new meds were working already even at a low doseage. Wuhoo! We were secretly elated and my favorite husband was going around knocking on wood, including his head.:)
But it was not to be. Today he has had at least two and they're different again. They knock him down and he is "frozen", his whole body stiff as a board. I'm not sure what to make of this as this presentation is different from all the others.
Back to the drawing board.
If only I was an artist....I would draw a different picture.

Three..the power of three

Tagged by Mrs. Mittens!

Three Joys
Well, obviously the three boys in my life, which is why "three is perfect".
There are other joys:

1. Laughter - loud laughter, laughing until I am crying, can't breathe and giddy.
2. Witnessing my two little boys play together and building a friendship.
3. A good, can't put it down book, uninterrupted. (This one is more of a dream than a joy lately!)

Three Fears

Yes, I agree with Mrs. Mittens on this one. Voicing them gives me the heebie-jeebies. (I like them too) because I believe in the law of attraction, you reap what you sow and all that. It's true! So as I write these fears, I'm cancelling them at the same time.

1. Fat - remaining fat. Never getting my act together and getting healthy again. There I said it.
2. Spiders - don't like the creepy little things and there's A LOT in our yard. Ugh!
3. Vulnerability - I hate being vulnerable, making myself vulnerable, etc. This may be called growth to some people (sister) but I don't like it. It's hard even when it's worth it.

Three Obsessions

1. Club Soda - moving away from Diet Coke to Club Soda. It's the fizz I like. Besides I don't know any skinny people who drink Diet Coke.
2. Quick Creative Projects - like one skein knitting, paperbag scrapbooks, sewing birthday banners & bedtime bags, etc. I feel productive, creative and talented yet don't have to commit weeks to see a the fruits of my labor.
3. Protecting my children- I know this is for every parent but it's really come to the forefront for me lately. As my sister once told me, "Don't be the nice mom." Be the very assertive, confident mom, the mother bear.

Three Surprising Facts

1. I am the youngest of seven children. Three families combined. Theirs, his, and ours. There's that number three again.
2. My oldest neice is 11 months younger than me and has 5.5 children.
3. I like football. Love to attend live football games. It's like a sports festival & so fun!

Okay, that's triple the information about me. So now it's your turn! I tag Trevy's mom, Mrs. Beck and Crazy Aunt Purl.

Three..the power of three

Tagged by Mrs. Mittens!

Three Joys
Well, obviously the three boys in my life, which is why "three is perfect".
There are other joys:

1. Laughter - loud laughter, laughing until I am crying, can't breathe and giddy.
2. Witnessing my two little boys play together and building a friendship.
3. A good, can't put it down book, uninterrupted. (This one is more of a dream than a joy lately!)

Three Fears

Yes, I agree with Mrs. Mittens on this one. Voicing them gives me the heebie-jeebies. (I like them too) because I believe in the law of attraction, you reap what you sow and all that. It's true! So as I write these fears, I'm cancelling them at the same time.

1. Fat - remaining fat. Never getting my act together and getting healthy again. There I said it.
2. Spiders - don't like the creepy little things and there's A LOT in our yard. Ugh!
3. Vulnerability - I hate being vulnerable, making myself vulnerable, etc. This may be called growth to some people (sister) but I don't like it. It's hard even when it's worth it.

Three Obsessions

1. Club Soda - moving away from Diet Coke to Club Soda. It's the fizz I like. Besides I don't know any skinny people who drink Diet Coke.
2. Quick Creative Projects - like one skein knitting, paperbag scrapbooks, sewing birthday banners & bedtime bags, etc. I feel productive, creative and talented yet don't have to commit weeks to see a the fruits of my labor.
3. Protecting my children- I know this is for every parent but it's really come to the forefront for me lately. As my sister once told me, "Don't be the nice mom." Be the very assertive, confident mom, the mother bear.

Three Surprising Facts

1. I am the youngest of seven children. Three families combined. Theirs, his, and ours. There's that number three again.
2. My oldest neice is 11 months younger than me and has 5.5 children.
3. I like football. Love to attend live football games. It's like a sports festival & so fun!

Okay, that's triple the information about me. So now it's your turn! I tag Trevy's mom, Mrs. Beck and Crazy Aunt Purl.