ABC"S

Here is my big boy singing the ABCs.   *Proud Mom Alert*

Liar Liar Pants on Fire

Kids Lie.

 I was under this misconstrued impression that these innocent little beings were beyond the ability to make up stories.  So filled with innocence and a lack of understanding of negative consequences, that they would always just tell the truth.  They had to, their minds couldn't possibly be so clever as to decide when to tell a fib to suit there little needs or to tell the truth.

I was horribly horribly wrong.

They really truly tell fibs.  These can be the fibs that prevent them from getting into to trouble such as 'why is your brother on the floor crying Rohan, did you push him?'  'No mama, he fell'.  I know he pushed him, Avery knows he pushed him (though he has such an adoration for his big brother he would never tell even if he could), and yet, he offered me a bold faced lie.

There are also the fibs to get what he wants, 'Mama, daddy said I could watch mindless adult sitcoms while eating poptarts and drinking coca-cola'.  I would like to think that daddy would not promise such a thing, though I have seen a box of pop tarts in the recycling box.........

Truly, and honestly, I really did not think that these little buggers could lie, and they really really can.  Well, well well, you really do learn something new every day in the wonderful world of parenthood!  Huh

Separation Guilt

I know I know that this it is more common than not to have a two working parent family where the children spend all day, five days a week, in daycare.  I am not sure if there is any guilt involved in this scenario, but as a (semi) experienced mother, my understanding is that being enveloped by constant guilt is just par for the course, so I can only assume that there is, of course guilt here as well.

Our situation, at the moment, is a bit different.  Our kids have so far avoided days spent in daycare.  And yet, YET, I have constant separation guilt.  I had plans of going to a spa with the man, as well as to a gig at the local bar, and a playgroup with only one of the boys....all in the  span of just over one week.  But now, I got called into work last minute, so will have a whole extra day away today.  That adds up to three and a half ish days away in 2 weeks.

Instead of jumping for joy at having some time away, 'enjoy it while you have it' they shout, I am feeling a bit uncertain. Now I am actually reconsidering one of my days/nights out to make up for my work day.  That is right, I include my work day as a day away, a day of escape, a day of health food bliss..........I love this job, by the by!!  So of course it counts right?!

Is this ridiculous case of separation guilt a direct result of the time I am constantly around the kiddies?  If I had had a career to go back to, or a grandparent/ready made babysitter would I feel the same dripping oozing 'my kids will never survive without me' sensation?  I know I am not alone in this....a stay at home mom's dilemma perhaps?

HE WALKS

He finally walks!!  Though really he still has an unnatural desire to crawl....strange baby!

I love you as big as......

Rohan and I play this super amazing game these days.  It usually starts off with Rohan gazing at me with his big. beautiful, brown, and adoring eyes and states with sincerity in his voice 'Mama, I love you'.  I, with equal amounts of adoration,  glance my eyes back to him claiming that I too, love him.  And this is when the game starts to elevate, bouncing back and forth with amazing levels of competitiveness.  Rohan, looking ever so mischievous and proud will counter my love with 'I love you as big as planet earth', I, with, 'I love you as big as planet earth and the moon'.


Then it starts going hard core into the earth, plus the moon, plus the whole universe times 3, then 10, then times 1000.  Rohan's eyes gleaming, his head bobbing up and down in an affirmative with my every exclamation of surprise at the shear size of love he has come  up with.  This game may very well be one of my favourites for some pretty obvious reasons. I mean what mother in her right mind would not cherish a game that offers a competition of how much their son loves them compared to how much they love their son (or daughter, in other parents cases)?

There is some background on the greatest game on earth (plus Saturn, the milky way, and the black hole all mixed together times 1000).  This games began innocently enough yesterday, as Rohan and I sat with our steamy cups of hot chocolate, after a fun morning sledding outdoors.  It started as it usually starts, he, with his exclamation of love towards his dearest mother, me with my counter of love.  And then out of the blue he states 'Mama, I don't love you as big as a hot chocolate'.

Well, I guess I now know the limit of love he has for me!!

The True Meaning of Love

I discovered the true meaning of love yesterday, it was a beautiful thing,

Here's a little background.  Avery, the wee one, has had an ongoing cough, for what feels like the entirety of our winter season.  Rohan, the big brother, has had a pretty rough weekend of fevers, coughing, overall lethargy and both with ever flowing faucet style snot coming out of their noses.  The time was nigh to finally see a doctor, after what feels like MONTHS of catering to my poor wee sick boys.  A tough job in itself.  The drive out there was dicey to say the least, wet snow falling, roads slushy and slippery. children sleepy, grumpy and sick.

I got the required medication for the big brother and stocked up on the supplies the doctor recommended I get for the wee one, and homeward through the slushy mess of road I went.

So through this, you may be thinking that the sometimes trying task of nursing two children back to health, having been squished between the two of them in bed at night for over a week straight, blatantly suffering sleepless nights of squishiness and concern might be the moment of truth in love.  It is not however.  That is just par for the course.  That is my job as mommy dearest.  Although in the end it really is an expression of true love, there are very few mothers or fathers for that matter, out there that would even think twice about it, it being a natural parental instinct.

The moment I speak of, the moment of a pure expression of love, devotion and 'would do anything for my child' ness had to do with the paraphernalia that I had purchased for the wee one, the stuff that came 'highly recommended' by herr Docteur.  It was a simple process, simple in theory anyway.  The purpose of this stuff was to drain the ever flowing burden of snot from our wee baby's sinuses.

It goes a little bit like this.  Lay small and very co-operative child into a supine position, head facing to the right. Uncap travel sized bottle of saline solution, dropping 2 drops into childs nostril hole (there was no specification as to which one).  Move the ever so co-operative childs head to the left, drop 2 drops into (I am assuming) the other nostril hole.  I am not sure if I was supposed to drain them first, but what with our wee one laying oh so still and content with liquid salt mixture flowing down his nose tube, I thought I would just plow on to the next step.

Next, place 'safety' filter into the the 'nasal aspirator'.  Lock nasal aspirator onto the aspiration tube (I recommend having this all done before you lay your child down as there is a good chance they will try for the great escape while you are fumbling with all these rubber bits and bobs).

Okay, everything is together, child is being so lethargic and still.  Place the rubber tip of nasal aspirator into the entrance of infant childs nose opening, place the end of the tube, which is attached to nasal aspirator, into your mouth.  (and here is where the true love moment starts to really come into effect) suck snot out of childs nose, with your mouth, all the while praying that the 'safety' filter does not fail and you get a throat full of boogy oogeys.  Literally, you are siphoning the green monsters from your extremely greatful bebes cavities.

That, my friends, is true true love!

Kicking my ass with cuteness part one

Rohan has been totally rocking my world with his many levels of cuteness these days.  One of the activities that he loves to do at home is jump on my bed.  To see the concentration mingled with a dash of joy and a pinch of mischief while trying to attain the ultimate height in his jumping is absolutely priceless.

I just want to insert here for you worry wort moms reading this here blog, my bed is a king sized mattress on the floor, safer than a trampoline in the back yard, that is for sure!

He has reached a very special age (or his little brother has) where he really really wants to play with his baby brother.  While jumping on the bed he will demand that I help Avery in joining in the leaping fun.  When I walk around with the wee one on my hip, Rohan has replaced his need to be held as well with requests for me to put him down because he wants to play with his 'brover'.  And he does.  He actually plays with the little guy.  He chases him around the house! Rohan, with one of his 'walking machines' Avery holding tight to the other one. Both boys screaming in hysterical laughter as they race around the house, crashing at every turn.

He has also taken to telling us how much he loves us, all the time.  Especially when he gets some sort of treat, then he loves EVERYONE!  'I love you and daddy and Avery very much. I love everbody, yup, I really do'.  He is an amazingly affectionate little guy, offering hugs and kisses constantly.

Hockey night has become a favourite in our house, Colin gets to watch hockey, Rohan gets to stay up late and I get to cuddle with Rohan until he (or we) fall asleep on the couch....

Rohans absolute favourite PJ's, with feet!

When we aren't napping on the couch, Rohan enjoys pulling his little brother in the sled...

Or laying around reading his most favourite books....

Anyone want to guess which book this is? 

Reading with his eyes closed (or sleeping!)

We sit, we talk about the world and everything else.  My heart swoons for this smart little man, love oozing from every one of my ever enlarging pores!  This is some of many ways that Rohan is rocking my world in cuteness.............