Big Girl Bed!
None of our kids have been “climb out of the crib before Mommy is ready to deal with it” sort of kids. It’s always been my decision when to move them out of the crib, and it’s pretty much always been a smooth transition (except for that time we decided Daniel was old enough for a toddler bed at the ripe old age of less-than-15-months). They’ve all really liked those 4 walls to keep them safe! Tonight Claire will sleep in a big girl bed for the first night ever, which is much earlier than we were expecting. Due to faulty and weak plastic hardware on our Storkcraft crib, we’ve decided not to push our luck any further and just get her out of tha

12,000 Days?
Josh asked me this morning how many days old he was and that led me to look up how old I am. As of today I am exactly 12,000 days old. What have I accomplished in those days? I have lived in 19 homes, 7 communities, 4 provinces. Apartments, townhouses, condos, houses, renting and owning. I’ve attended 7 schools over 17 years. I’ve regularly attended (not just visited) 8 churches. I have voted in 5 federal elections and 4 provincial elections. I’ve drunk less than a case of beer but likely a swimming pool of pop. I’ve visited 7 foreign countries and have played my trumpet in all of them. I will add an eighth in less than 70 days

Broken
Tonight I was listening to the Contemporary Christian TV music station as I attempted to make a dent in the mess that accumulated over the weekend. A song came on that caught my attention because of the band’s name - Lifehouse. I sat and listened to it and I had to run to the computer to look up the lyrics. Today I’ve felt sadness. Not my own sadness, per se, but the sadness of others. And this song just started rushing images through my head. Flashing, from one thing to another, making me feel like crying and like vomiting and just like I was spinning on a ride that was going way too fast. Yesterday there was a horrific car accident near a town not t

Okay, I give up.
Obviously I can’t blog every day. I have been too busy and too grumpy and too exhausted. I also seem to have a commitment problem. If it is optional, I can’t commit. I’m good with that. I hereby give up on National Blogging Month. Because I have kids to watch, cookies to bake, and letters to write. I have Christmas cards to make and vaccines to research and belly flab to burn. I have brunches to attend, and suppers too, and parties and bible studies and appointments. The laundry and dishes aren’t taking care of themselves, and today Claire started picking up laundry from the small dirty pile and trying to put it away (in the cupboards).

Neighbourly Update
Another strange fellow RUSHED out of the neighbours’ house today at 3:30. He was rushing so fast that he nearly tripped (lol) on the door frame and fall onto the concrete. Apparently the bag doesn’t need to be black though - a bright blue plastic bag from The Children’s Place will do just fine. That’s a good cover up, hey? “I don’t know how that stuff got in there, officer…I was just buying some clothes for my kids from this house just over there…” And you don’t need to be in your 20s or 30s to be a visitor at this home either. Late 50s works just fine. I still haven’t seen a female come or go yet