Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Who is this Girl!
Brooklyn is a "spirited" child (term coined by mary sheedy kurcinka for kids who are "the exception to the rule 'ignore them and they will stop'. Spirited kids can cry for hours, and if they do happen to fall asleep, they will wake up again and start right in on the same issue. They are the kids who are triggered by seemingly insignificant things, like a change in the weather, lint in the sock...").
Brooklyn is more.. more intense, more perceptive, more sensitive, more persistent, more energetic, more irregular, more slow to adapt, more analytical, more serious. She's the kid at the grocery store absolutely refusing to sit. She's the kid at the playground who is upside down on top of everything. She's the kid who screams at the top of her lungs when something is wrong, leaving me clueless as to just what set her off... she's the kid that makes people wonder, "Is she autistic? Is she ADHD?" until she blows them away with her language and development. She's the one who people feel the need to give unsolicited advice... she's the one that people think they could raise better, until they try to babysit.
She rolled, sat up and crawled by 6 months. She walked at 11, ran at 12, climbed out of her crib at 13, and spoke in sentences at 14 months.
She eats at one meal, then goes days without anything more then a cracker. She is in absolute constant motion. she knows exactly what she wants, and will fight to the death to get it -- every, single time. She has no concept of picking her battles -- she is determined to win everything. She does not handle changes in schedule well... she does not handle changes from what she wants to happen well... she does not handle changes from one activity to another well.
And, yes, it is difficult to raise her.
But those traits that make her so frustrating as a toddler... her determination, her perceptiveness, her sensitivity, her need for structure, her ability to go for what seems like days without food or sleep, her ability to remain in motion until she literally drops from exhaustion... those are the traits of very "type A" people... those traits are admired in adults, in successful people... yes, they are hard now, but they will serve her well. And, yes, it is difficult to raise her and yes I love every little bit of her too pieces!
I thought I should some special details about Brooklyn that would be important to her when she is older. Brooklyn loves to sing and she sings lots of songs but some of her favories include, This little light of mine, ABC's, On top of spagetti and the Barney theme song!
She loves to dance and she has great rhythm.
She is very creative and a great drawer for only being 2. She loves to paint too!
Brooklyn loves to run and play in the dirt, as girlie as she can be she has no fear of getting dirty, in fact for Brooklyn, the dirtier the better!
Brooklyn plays shy with strangers but warms up quikly and then talks none stop, she is exceptionally advanced in her speech and can converse in perfect sentences.
She is funny and already witty beyond her years, she is bright and passionate and she is a big ball of energy!
Brooklyn is growing into such a special little girl with diverse interests and a fiery personality!
We love you Bella Boo Bear!
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Traditions
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
And the verdict of the fever is.....
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
What a week from HELL!!!
There really is nothing scarier then seeing your child sick but to witness your infant laying motionless, with a gray tinge to his skin and absolutely unresponsive, now that is sheer terror. That was what occurred on Sunday!
Brycen had been running a fever since the morning before. No other symptoms besides the runny nose he had a week before. Saturday night the fever spiked to 105 f but came down with meds. May I just mention this whole time my little man wore his smile and giggles like nothing was wrong.
Sunday we went about our usual business, yes he still had a fever but his mood was chiper and no other symptoms had developed. That evening I was getting dinner ready, Jeff had just left for work and Brycen was fussy as was Brooklyn from our busy day of apple picking. His temp remained at 101 f, so after some meds I figured he would feel ok in a few moments. He started screaming for 30 minutes. He was absolutely inconsolable, screaming his head off for no apparent reason. It was scary, nothing could get the look of horror off his face.
He wasn't present, his eyes were open but he wasnt even seeing me or Brooklyn. I called a few people but no one was available to come and see if there was something I was missing. I didnt know what to do, I was panicking. My gut was screaming at me but my mind was telling me not to overreact. As I carried his flailing body, trying everything I could to calm him, he started jutting up his legs and making this low gravely growl over and over again. I was freaking out by this point and feeling completely helpless. Brooklyn kept singing to him to get him to calm down. Very cute of her now that I can recapture the moment.
After what semed like hours of screaming I laid Brycen down on the ottamon to see if I could find anything visible that could be causing the screaming and he started to calm. His whole body went limp and his color drained. He looked like he was sleeping but I could'nt arouse him.
He wasn't responding to Brooklyn or I and I did everything from singing, pinching shaking everything but he wouldnt respond yet he was still breathing very slowly. I was beyond scared and I was so scared I couldnt even make a descision as to what to do. I kept second guessing myself, afraid to call 911 in case he was just sleeping deeply.
Finally I called 911 after 20 minutes of a completely non responsive baby. Looking back I remember Brooklyn kept telling me it's ok mom, dont be frusterated (that's normally the emotion I tell her I am) She was kissing me and being so strong for me as her mommy crumbled in fear at her littlest babies state. So scary and sad all together. The paramedics arrived within minutes and after a heel prick and an IV he started screaming. After a long night at CHEO with no answers and a whole lot of meds Brycen is getting better. The episode leaves many questions and little answers but I am thanking my lucky stars that my little man is alright. What a scare and I feel for any parent who has or will experience such a scary moment.
Brycen had been running a fever since the morning before. No other symptoms besides the runny nose he had a week before. Saturday night the fever spiked to 105 f but came down with meds. May I just mention this whole time my little man wore his smile and giggles like nothing was wrong.
Sunday we went about our usual business, yes he still had a fever but his mood was chiper and no other symptoms had developed. That evening I was getting dinner ready, Jeff had just left for work and Brycen was fussy as was Brooklyn from our busy day of apple picking. His temp remained at 101 f, so after some meds I figured he would feel ok in a few moments. He started screaming for 30 minutes. He was absolutely inconsolable, screaming his head off for no apparent reason. It was scary, nothing could get the look of horror off his face.
He wasn't present, his eyes were open but he wasnt even seeing me or Brooklyn. I called a few people but no one was available to come and see if there was something I was missing. I didnt know what to do, I was panicking. My gut was screaming at me but my mind was telling me not to overreact. As I carried his flailing body, trying everything I could to calm him, he started jutting up his legs and making this low gravely growl over and over again. I was freaking out by this point and feeling completely helpless. Brooklyn kept singing to him to get him to calm down. Very cute of her now that I can recapture the moment.
After what semed like hours of screaming I laid Brycen down on the ottamon to see if I could find anything visible that could be causing the screaming and he started to calm. His whole body went limp and his color drained. He looked like he was sleeping but I could'nt arouse him.
He wasn't responding to Brooklyn or I and I did everything from singing, pinching shaking everything but he wouldnt respond yet he was still breathing very slowly. I was beyond scared and I was so scared I couldnt even make a descision as to what to do. I kept second guessing myself, afraid to call 911 in case he was just sleeping deeply.
Finally I called 911 after 20 minutes of a completely non responsive baby. Looking back I remember Brooklyn kept telling me it's ok mom, dont be frusterated (that's normally the emotion I tell her I am) She was kissing me and being so strong for me as her mommy crumbled in fear at her littlest babies state. So scary and sad all together. The paramedics arrived within minutes and after a heel prick and an IV he started screaming. After a long night at CHEO with no answers and a whole lot of meds Brycen is getting better. The episode leaves many questions and little answers but I am thanking my lucky stars that my little man is alright. What a scare and I feel for any parent who has or will experience such a scary moment.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Gratitude
Gratitude is one of my favorite emotions! I love the feeling of being grateful for things, people, special moments ect. I believe the more time and energy we invest in feeling grateful, the more the universe will produce. We today I am grateful for many things but at the moment mostly for Jeff occupying Brooklyn long enough so I could empty the dishwasher and clean the kitchen and only need to do the task at hand at that time. What a feeling. (No I am not being sarcastic)
Secondly,I am grateful for the beautiful Steak, twice baked potatoes and mushroom dinner my husband cooked and prepared for me. What a treat!
Secondly,I am grateful for the beautiful Steak, twice baked potatoes and mushroom dinner my husband cooked and prepared for me. What a treat!
Monday, September 14, 2009
Before I was a mom!!
Before I was a Mom…
I made and ate hot meals.
I had unstained clothing.
I had quiet conversations on the phone.
Before I was a Mom…
I slept as late as I wanted.
And never worried about how late I got
into bed.
I brushed my hair and my teeth every day.
Before I was a Mom…
I cleaned my house each day.
I never tripped over toys or forgot words
to lullabies.
Before I was a Mom…
I didn’t worry whether or not my plants
were poisonous.
I never thought about immunisations.
Before I was Mom…
I had never been puked on,
Pooped on,
Spat on,
Chewed on,
Peed on,
Or pinched by tiny fingers.
Before I was a Mom…
I had complete control of my mind,
My thoughts.
My body,
And my time.
I slept all night.
Before I was a Mom…
I never held down a screaming child,
So that doctors could do tests,
Or give shots.
I never looked into teary eyes and
cried.
I never got gloriously happy over
a simple grin.
I never sat up late hours
at night watching a baby sleep.
Before I was a Mom…
I never held a sleeping baby just because.
I didn’t want to put it down.
I never felt my heart break into a million
pieces. when I couldn’t stop the hurt.
I never knew that I could love someone so much.
I never knew I would love being a Mom.
Before I was a Mom…
I didn’t know the feeling of having my
heart outside my body.
I didn’t know how special it could feel to
feed a hungry baby.
I didn’t know that bond between a mother
and her child.
I didn’t know that something so small
Could make me feel so important.
Before I was a Mom…
I had never risen in the middle of the night .
Every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay.
I had never known the warmth,
The joy,
The love,
The heartache,
The wonderment,
Or the satisfaction of being a
Mom.
I didn’t know I was capable
of feeling so much before I was a Mom!
(author unknown)
Sunday, September 13, 2009
How would my life be different!?!
Sometimes when I look at some old friends from highschool and I see how different their lives are from mine I wonder where I would be if I wasn't where I was. I see these people travelling willfully with little responsibility, I see them with a life filled with nights on the town, gatherings with friends and just a general sense of freedom. Sometimes I feel sad that I may never travel the world like some of my peers, or I may never resume to the girl who use to paint the town red on an every weekend basis but I also know I am blessed to hear the little pitter patter of foot prints around the house, to here little voices calling me "mommy", I have been blessed to be given the oppertunity to watch my precious bundles of joy and love grow into playful little people and eventually self suffient adults all from my teaching and guiding.
Some days I yearn for the freedom and lack of responsibility I once had but then I see these precious little beings that grew within my womb, that I birthed all on my own and that I have nurtured like perfect little flowers that thrive and grow and all that yearning slips away as quickly as our summer turns to fall.
I am blessed!
Some days I yearn for the freedom and lack of responsibility I once had but then I see these precious little beings that grew within my womb, that I birthed all on my own and that I have nurtured like perfect little flowers that thrive and grow and all that yearning slips away as quickly as our summer turns to fall.
I am blessed!
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Friday, September 11, 2009
Learning while Living
Children Learn What They Live
If a child lives with criticism, they learn to condemn.
If a child lives with hostility, they learn to fight.
If a child lives with fear, they learn to be apprehensive.
If a child lives with pity, they learn to feel sorry for themself.
If a child lives with ridicule, they learn to be shy.
If a child lives with jealousy, they learn what envy is.
If a child lives with shame, they learn to feel guilty.
If a child lives with encouragement, they learn to be confident.
If a child lives with tolerance, they learn to be patients.
If a child lives with praise, they learn to be appreciated.
If a child lives with sharing, they learn to be generous.
If a child lives with acceptance, they learn to love.
If a child lives with approval, they learn to like himself.
If a child lives with recognition, they learn it is good to have a goal.
If a child lives with honesty and fairness, he learns what truth and justice are.
If a child lives with security, they learn to have faith in self and in those around them.
If a child lives with friendliness, they will learn that the world is a nice place in which to live.
If a child lives with serenity, your child will live with peace of mind.
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Never a DULL moment!
Man I use to think I multi tasked when I only had one baby to care for and a house to tend too but add another baby and daycare into the mix and seriously now I know the true meaning of multi tasking and running around like a chicken with my head cut off! I am always performing at least 2-3 tasks at one time and that usually means things like me peeing gets put to the side till I am doing the adult version of the pee dance. It is not uncommon for me to be running around getting something for Brooklyn, while nursing/carrying Brycen and trying to pick up the kitchen. Some days I could lose it, really I could, other days I can handle it with grace and ease. What I would give to feel bored every once in a while!
Monday, September 7, 2009
A day in the life of mommy!!
Today I left some dishes dirty,
The bed I made at 3:30,
The diapers soaked a little longer,
The odor grew a bit stronger.
The crumbs I spilled the day before
Are staring at me from the floor
The fingerprints there on the wall
Will likely still be there next fall.
The dirty streaks on those window panes,
Will still be there next time it rains.
"Shame on you, old lazy bones, and just what did I do today?”
I nursed a baby till he slept,
I held a toddler while she wept,
I played a game of hide and seek,
I squeaked a toy so it would squeak.
I pulled a wagon; sang a song,
taught a child right from wrong.
What did I do this whole day through?
Not much that shows, I guess it’s true.
Unless you think that what I’ve done,
Might be important to someone
With bright blue eyes and soft brown hair.
If that is true I’ve done my share.
Sunday, September 6, 2009
All the small things!!
The more I play with my children the more I feel like a kid again! It brings a sense of freedom to be so care free as I am listening to their giggles. The other day we fed the ducks. I actually took the time to be present to the ripples on the pond, the sun on my skin and all the ducks flocking at the bread. You giggled at their quaking and called at the muskrat.
Today we went to Nonno's cottage and took a ride in the boat. Nonno went fast and you sat on my lap giggling with me as the wind blew hair in our faces.
It is the simple things we do to play that makes my life so joyous each day!
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Mommy's Girl
Mommy Do You Love Me?
© Arnot McCallum
Mommy, do you love me?Of course I do dear!
Let’s snuggle a minute,
Come sit,
Over here.
I prayed every bedtime,
For a little girl like you,
And when I saw your funny face,
No one else would do!
Your face was all wrinkled,
Your skin was all red.
You were bald as a beach ball,
Not a hair on your head.
You cried and you yelled
You burped and you spit,
You threw the odd tantrum,
You took the odd fit.
But you’re growing up quickly
And soon you’ll take flight,
And I’ll be alone
With my memories each night.
SO, you ask, DO I LOVE YOU?
My answer is simple,
I love every freckle,
I love every dimple.
I love every giggle
I love every smile,
You’re my reason for living,
You make life worthwhile.
Together we’ll travel life’s road to the end.
Sweetheart, you’re my daughter!
My Very Best Friend!
© Arnot McCallum
Mommy's little boy
If I live to be a hundred
and I know you hope that I do
There will always be this special place
inside of me for you
a place where every year you've spent
and all the things you've done
are cherished and remembered
from the time you were so young
I guess that’s the way I see you
even though you've lost your toys
I’ll always keep you close at heart
Mommy's Little Boy
I’ll always keep you close at heart
Mommy's Little Boy
Friday, September 4, 2009
I never knew exhaustion....
until I became a mommy of 2, running a home daycare, with a husband who is working out of town, and just one night I tried to fit in a social life.
Coffee is my Savior!
Too bad I now need the whole pot for it to kick in!
Coffee is my Savior!
Too bad I now need the whole pot for it to kick in!
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Back to the grind of things!
Well we are back in business; the daycare business that is! Today was the first day and it was busy and exciting, not as bad as it was before because the kids are 5 and 7 .
I tell ya, what I miss the most now that I am working is the quality time with them. It is so busy that we are always just on the move. At moments it feels like I am doing nothing more then shuffling my kids from one thing to the next, sadly what are my options when living on one income that doesn't pay the bills. It's funny how really either way I would be left feeling guilty right about now, guilty for being a work at home parent with no quality time or to be a working mom sending my children off to daycare. Rock; hard place!?
See the only stressful part of it all is I will have 3 school runs between 10:30 and 2:30 plus I need to fit in lunch, nap and walking time with a 4 month, an 18 month and a 2 year old who needs to walk there and back all those times. Am I crazy????
Needless to say I am enjoying the faster pace and the money however I am panicing for winter time when it is 30 below and the snow is piled high. That walk may take hours then. Breath woman Breath! I am off to go have a panic attack now.
I tell ya, what I miss the most now that I am working is the quality time with them. It is so busy that we are always just on the move. At moments it feels like I am doing nothing more then shuffling my kids from one thing to the next, sadly what are my options when living on one income that doesn't pay the bills. It's funny how really either way I would be left feeling guilty right about now, guilty for being a work at home parent with no quality time or to be a working mom sending my children off to daycare. Rock; hard place!?
See the only stressful part of it all is I will have 3 school runs between 10:30 and 2:30 plus I need to fit in lunch, nap and walking time with a 4 month, an 18 month and a 2 year old who needs to walk there and back all those times. Am I crazy????
Needless to say I am enjoying the faster pace and the money however I am panicing for winter time when it is 30 below and the snow is piled high. That walk may take hours then. Breath woman Breath! I am off to go have a panic attack now.
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Gratitude
Every day I am grateful that I am able to be home with my babies, to watch them grow and to bear witness to all of the small but worthwhile moments in my childrens life. I could not imagine not going in to Brooklyn's room every morning to sing Goodmorning Mr Sunshine how did you wake so soon with her. Or missing the giggles I get each morning when My little man sees my face. I couldn't imagine not seeing my little girl climb up the play structure at the park and go down the slide all by herself. (There was a day not to long ago when she needed constant help to do that.) I couldn't imagine missing my little man sitting up by himself making the silliest face in the process, or Brooklyn bringing her stool to the sink and washing her hands all by herself singing "I'm a big girl Now!" There are so many precious and priceless moments in my day that money can not buy and I thank God and my husband daily for giving me the gift to be home to watch my babies grow. If I know anything at all I know that children grow up in an instant when you look at the big picture of life. I really don't want to miss a moment of it.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Stickers, Stickers every where
We are making progress, for the longest time I could not take my eyes off of Brooklyn and Brycen never mind leave the room. Well lately she has been playing much nicer, it seems she is starting to really enjoy Brycen and his company. She is always asking to include him in all her activities (mommy can Brycen color with me too?) Today I left the 2 of them alone together so I could get a glass of water. Did I mention she had stickers.
This is what I came back too...... PRICELESS!!!
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