Getting all stressed trying to manage two blogs. Stupid really - I "add" things to my life that are "fun" and they start to stress me out (like my delinquent scrapbooking - my daughter is 2 and I've barely captured the first six months of her life!)
I can barely manage chewing gum and walking, why did I think I could do two blogs?
So, please check out:
http://insearchofsleep.blogspot.com/
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Church lifts the spirit
Psalm 27:14: Wait for the LORD;Be strong, and let your heart take courage; Yes, wait for the LORD.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Even funnier from a 2 year old
Saying grace at our household.. we tend to "free form" it. We say "what do you want to thank God for" and sometimes Abby will reply with some highlights of her life such as "noodles, sunny days, clouds, mommy, daddy, nene, uncle Chris".
The other day, it was grace time before dinner and we said yet again "what do you want to thank God for?"
Abby replies "umm... the blue stuff on my hands?" (marker stains on her hands)
We all burst out laughing.
Too funny.
The other day, it was grace time before dinner and we said yet again "what do you want to thank God for?"
Abby replies "umm... the blue stuff on my hands?" (marker stains on her hands)
We all burst out laughing.
Too funny.
Monday, September 24, 2007
Funny two year olds
My favourite dialogues-with-a-two-year-old in the past few weeks:
Clancy: “Abby! Did you know your full name is Abigail H.?”
Abby: “No - my name is Abigail B.”
Clancy: “Why are you Abigail B?”
Abby: “Jacob B” (name of another little boy at daycare)
Clancy: “Oh are you married to Jacob B?”
Abby: “Yes. I hit him."
Patty: BWAAHAAAHAA!!!
*****
Abby: “I love Church”.
Patty: “you love Church? That’s great honey!”
Abby: “I love Jesus!”
Patty: “That’s great! I love Jesus too! Jesus is a great person!”
Abby: “HAAHAAA Jesus is a funny guy! He has a big beard!”
*********
Abby: “I’m married."
Patty: “You’re married?”
Abby “yes”
Patty: “to who?”
Abby: “Jesus”
Patty: “Oh if you’re married to Jesus, I guess that means you’re a Nun!”
Abby: DADDY! I’m um .. um.. a Nun! Nun! Nun! Nun!”
Clancy: “Abby! Did you know your full name is Abigail H.?”
Abby: “No - my name is Abigail B.”
Clancy: “Why are you Abigail B?”
Abby: “Jacob B” (name of another little boy at daycare)
Clancy: “Oh are you married to Jacob B?”
Abby: “Yes. I hit him."
Patty: BWAAHAAAHAA!!!
*****
Abby: “I love Church”.
Patty: “you love Church? That’s great honey!”
Abby: “I love Jesus!”
Patty: “That’s great! I love Jesus too! Jesus is a great person!”
Abby: “HAAHAAA Jesus is a funny guy! He has a big beard!”
*********
Abby: “I’m married."
Patty: “You’re married?”
Abby “yes”
Patty: “to who?”
Abby: “Jesus”
Patty: “Oh if you’re married to Jesus, I guess that means you’re a Nun!”
Abby: DADDY! I’m um .. um.. a Nun! Nun! Nun! Nun!”
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Indian Summer makes me happy
It's late September. And its 27 degrees out there.
Isn't that something?
Summer-like days, and crisp nights with the smell of wood smoke in the air makes me happy.
Isn't that something?
Summer-like days, and crisp nights with the smell of wood smoke in the air makes me happy.
Friday, September 14, 2007
Hockey makes me happy
I played hockey last night for the first time in 2 years.
I can still play!
I was worried that I'd have forgotten everything I learned, however, after the skills session was over, I realized that I was as good as I was three years ago - with one tiny exception. Stick handling was a bit off. At first it felt awkward and foreign, but as time went on it felt a bit better. Not quite as good as I used to be, but close. However, as hockey-style stick handling was never my forte, I'm ok with it. I'm sure I'll pick it up again. Its amazing how the body remembers how to do things after years of non-use.
It was amazing to feel so free, to remember a part of my life that I'd long forgotten. And despite all my intense baby-yearnings lately, last night I was pretty glad that I wasn't pregnant. I felt free, and I felt energized, and I was flying around the ice.
Now I feel a LOT more "free" to get pregnant again. I won't have that "oh its been so long since I've played, I bet I forget how to play" intimidation on me. This will definitely unlock that tiny bit of resistance and resentment about getting pregnant again that's been there in the back of my brain these last 2 months of attempted conception. I know that even if I'm off for another 2 years with a pregnancy and a young infant, that hockey will still be there for me when I'm ready to come back.
I feel so free with that now.
Getting ready for the game, I felt a bit shaky, as it was the first time out there since so many things happened in my life - losing my father, my abdominal surgery, a new job (twice) and recovery from postpartum depression. The last time I tried to play was 3 months after my daughter was born, and I was so exhausted and out of shape I barely lasted 30 minutes. Getting dressed last night I had the shakes so bad, I had a lump in my throat, I was so nervous. What would happen if everything in the past was just so difficult and I'd never be able to play again? What if my body had changed so much that hockey was just not going to be possible anymore?
However, 10 minutes on the ice, I knew I was going to be fine. I felt like I was in much better shape than I was 2 years ago. It was one more victory I've reclaimed back since all of my pain and strife. One more giant step towards getting back to who I used to be. And that makes me insanely happy.
A pretty good feeling.
I love team sports - I get so enthralled into them I forget about everything else. Minutes and hours pass and I dont even realize it. I dont hear the people in the stands, I forget about work, about my troubles, all the things that have been on my mind, my babylust, my worries, and I just follow the play, skate, challenge, challenge..
protect my net..
get into position..
woops they're on a breakaway..
get going..
get going...
..*gasping for breath*..
..speed wobble...
..laughing..
laughing...
..high on adrenaline..
..a huge feeling of accomplishment for us old gals as we try to hoof our butts around the arena...
..socializing in the dressing room after the game with other fellow hockey-princess-warriors...
I forgot how fun that was.
I can still play!
I was worried that I'd have forgotten everything I learned, however, after the skills session was over, I realized that I was as good as I was three years ago - with one tiny exception. Stick handling was a bit off. At first it felt awkward and foreign, but as time went on it felt a bit better. Not quite as good as I used to be, but close. However, as hockey-style stick handling was never my forte, I'm ok with it. I'm sure I'll pick it up again. Its amazing how the body remembers how to do things after years of non-use.
It was amazing to feel so free, to remember a part of my life that I'd long forgotten. And despite all my intense baby-yearnings lately, last night I was pretty glad that I wasn't pregnant. I felt free, and I felt energized, and I was flying around the ice.
Now I feel a LOT more "free" to get pregnant again. I won't have that "oh its been so long since I've played, I bet I forget how to play" intimidation on me. This will definitely unlock that tiny bit of resistance and resentment about getting pregnant again that's been there in the back of my brain these last 2 months of attempted conception. I know that even if I'm off for another 2 years with a pregnancy and a young infant, that hockey will still be there for me when I'm ready to come back.
I feel so free with that now.
Getting ready for the game, I felt a bit shaky, as it was the first time out there since so many things happened in my life - losing my father, my abdominal surgery, a new job (twice) and recovery from postpartum depression. The last time I tried to play was 3 months after my daughter was born, and I was so exhausted and out of shape I barely lasted 30 minutes. Getting dressed last night I had the shakes so bad, I had a lump in my throat, I was so nervous. What would happen if everything in the past was just so difficult and I'd never be able to play again? What if my body had changed so much that hockey was just not going to be possible anymore?
However, 10 minutes on the ice, I knew I was going to be fine. I felt like I was in much better shape than I was 2 years ago. It was one more victory I've reclaimed back since all of my pain and strife. One more giant step towards getting back to who I used to be. And that makes me insanely happy.
A pretty good feeling.
I love team sports - I get so enthralled into them I forget about everything else. Minutes and hours pass and I dont even realize it. I dont hear the people in the stands, I forget about work, about my troubles, all the things that have been on my mind, my babylust, my worries, and I just follow the play, skate, challenge, challenge..
protect my net..
get into position..
woops they're on a breakaway..
get going..
get going...
..*gasping for breath*..
..speed wobble...
..laughing..
laughing...
..high on adrenaline..
..a huge feeling of accomplishment for us old gals as we try to hoof our butts around the arena...
..socializing in the dressing room after the game with other fellow hockey-princess-warriors...
I forgot how fun that was.
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Why Cake?
Cake. Yes cake. I always get happy about cake. I dont know why. Maybe its the warm smell as it bakes in the oven.. the fun of spreading creamy icing or dusting of icing sugar, cocoa, or other topping... mmmmmm......
Its one of the first happy smells to enter into my brain as a young child.
Maybe its the fact that cake is associated with the happier things in life - a wedding, a baby, a birthday, a new job.
Maybe its the fact that my daughter is fascinated with "Happy to you cakes" and makes numerous cake replicas out of sand on a daily basis. Complete with a leaf or a stick as a "candle".
Maybe its the fact that I just love cake. Its sticky, sweet goodness.
Its almost my 3rd wedding anniversary.. I'm thinking of ordering a mini-replica of our wedding cake to celebrate. It was an awesome cake - marble chocolate/vanilla with bavarian cream filling, and butter cream icing, from the Orleans Bakery in east end Ottawa.
It was tasty.
Just thinking of that cake makes me happy.
Its one of the first happy smells to enter into my brain as a young child.
Maybe its the fact that cake is associated with the happier things in life - a wedding, a baby, a birthday, a new job.
Maybe its the fact that my daughter is fascinated with "Happy to you cakes" and makes numerous cake replicas out of sand on a daily basis. Complete with a leaf or a stick as a "candle".
Maybe its the fact that I just love cake. Its sticky, sweet goodness.
Its almost my 3rd wedding anniversary.. I'm thinking of ordering a mini-replica of our wedding cake to celebrate. It was an awesome cake - marble chocolate/vanilla with bavarian cream filling, and butter cream icing, from the Orleans Bakery in east end Ottawa.
It was tasty.
Just thinking of that cake makes me happy.
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