Life Artist

“Mommy…me artist!” my two year old bubbled with enthusiasm this morning at 5:00 am. He is just starting to put his words together. I stood in the doorway with one eye open as he jumped on his bed with rockstar bedhead pointing to a craft carefully brought home from his day home. I was at work when it was unveiled but his Daddy taped it to the wall in his bedroom, crooked and with green painter’s tape but proudly displayed.

By the time we left the house for our daily routines, he had been not only an artist but also a cowboy, a cleaner, a mechanic, a boat washer, a monkey and a Doodlebop using a flashlight as a microphone (i.e. the toddler version of old school Mini-pops with coloured hair and wild outfits).

I truly believe that we all try to teach our children the best that we can to set them up for a full, beautiful and authentic life. The reality is that I learn more from my little bundle of love and energy every single day than I could ever hope to pass down.

Today’s lessons: appreciate and find the love in every moment (even early morning ones), you can be anything you want, experiment and sometimes it is ok not to hear the word no. And the best part…the day, which I will look at as an adventure thanks to my little man, has just begun. I am going to give him another job description to try out, an inspirational Life Artist. I think he is more than qualified.

On a cowboy adventure this fall.

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Take a TWIRL

Long time, no type. We have been caught up in life and trying to be the happiest little family we can be but we’re back to share some of this joy with are friends and family.
 
Our little man is growing much faster than we would like and I am trying hard to tattoo each milestone on my heart in permanent ink – so I can revisit every single memory in the days ahead. At the rate time is flying, he will be in high school any day now. 
 
He will be 20 months old this month and is a running, tumbling, twirling ball of energy. His latest obsession is spinning until dizziness sets in and he stumbles happily into the nearest object grinning ear to ear. A poignant reminder to find pleasure in the simple things. Maybe I will go for a barefoot twirl in the grass later on today…he reminds me to choose joy. What a gift!
 
This past weekend we spent hours playing outside in the backyard. I feel so blessed to live in a home where our munchkin can run free and play. I felt a bit of my inner child return as we made castles in the sandbox, went for a wagon ride, blew bubbles with the neighbor girls and as I watched Lil’ L longingly eye-up water holes. Daddy was busy working on re-building our back deck so we can spend much of our time outdoors, while Grandma worked on getting the yard plant ready. We also put up a few brightly coloured birdhouses and watched intently as the birds tweeted sweet move-in songs and our resident squirrel ran around in a frenzy. I see some definite summertime bliss ahead, combined with many bubble baths to get the sand out of our babe’s curly locks. Gardening in the coming weeks will be a whole new adventure. Stay tuned.
 
Our toddler also learned to talk over the past few days – full clear words with intent meaning progressing right to short sentences. He woke up on Saturday morning like a little ray of sunshine and started to chatter away. There is such satisfaction and pride in discovery. My all time favorite was at bedtime on Sunday. After a busy day, he was exhausted but to prolong the arrival of Mr. Sandman, he tried every trick. “Mama, mama, mama.” “Dad-da, dad-da, dad-da.” There was a chorus of sugary sweet little calls slipping out under the bedroom door. Then came a new one…”Hey you guys!” The message was matter-of-fact, loud and clear – not to mention cute.
 
The May long weekend has come to an end now. I am happy to report that I didn’t get everything checked off our endless to-do-list but that I absolutely did concentrate on being more present in the moment with Lil’ L – something my CTI coaching courses have made me re-prioritize to the top of the list.
 
When I took a nectarine out of my purse for a snack this morning in my office, I found tiny toddler nibbles. So sneaky. My heart swells with love and what could have been grumpy morning suddenly became much brighter. He makes me see everyday with fresh eyes and an open heart.
 
Wishing you joy today!
 
 
 
 

A Day in the Life of a Chicken

I had to sing our special good morning song extra loud today, as my sweet baby took his sweet time waking up. Little did he know what was in store for this Halloween Monday. He hadn’t seen his costume yet, nor did he expect anything out of the ordinary. But once the orange and yellow striped leggings came out of the closet, he was singing his own song of excitement. Yep, he loves clothes. Especially bright funny looking ones. He is a little like his Momma that way. I could hardly keep my Chicken Little still enough to take a photo before we headed off to the dayhome.

Ms. A, his caregiver and friend, treats every occasion with pizazz. On Friday, he brought home a three-eyed pumpkin and a handpainted paper bag jack-o-latern. He is becoming quite the artist under her instruction. They carved pumpkins today but I guess he didn’t like to get his hands dirty. Funny little chicken. We have been so busy that Grandma bought us three pumpkins this year and they remain faceless in our entrance. I am glad he got to experience the whole carving thing with his little friends.

This afternoon, we headed out on the town. First stop, Grandma’s work. He got right to work at her keyboard after stopping traffic with his little waddle in the hallway. He was one busy chicken. Filing. Reading. Calculating. Testing pens.

After that, we visited my office so he could strut his stuff. He did.

But little chicks need rest. He was zonked before we made it home. We didn’t make it to Daddy’s work. I unzipped his suit and put him to bed. He didn’t move for two solid hours. We he woke, I found a stash of gumdrops he’d taken from his dayhome. Guess he likes them! He was so proud of himself. All I could do was chuckle.

He, on the other hand, can sometimes be one hard egg to crack. This Momma did everything to get a smile tonight. It worked.

Trick or treat time! We were really looking forward to seeing some of our neighbors. They were all as sweet as ever. We didn’t take out Chicken Little out as it was cold and windy. It didn’t take him long to figure out what it is all about though. When we weren’t looking, he waddled off to the bathroom and got a tin bucket from a cupboard he is allowed to play in now and again. He promptly held it up to be filled. Smart chicken, not just cute.

Right now we have a snoring chicken.

Happy Halloween!


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Little Snapshots

I went to a palm reader the January before my munchkin was born. I was worried about having such a big dog with a little one. Funny how that came up in the reading…given it was so random. In any case, he said that my baby and dog would have an extra special relationship. So true. Today L was trying to figure out how to open the sliding door for Jazz to come in and play. He was putting all his weight into it.

Kiss and Tell

There is nothing quite like your first kiss. I can remember mine like it was yesterday. Don’t be fooled, of course it wasn’t. Still it remains a snapshot etched in my now more selective memory. After having my baby, it seems there isn’t room for everything in there anymore. It went something like this…lights dim in a junior high gymnasium, Def Leopard blaring through the speakers, technically challenged slow dancing, big 80’s hair, a mixture of overpowering cheap cologne and sweat hanging in the air, cheerleading friends chanting their approval and so much anticipation. Romantic? Not really. The boy? Handsome. He is still a good friend all these 20+ years later.

Fast forward to today. My baby is kissed by a girl at a party. Somehow I don’t think he will remember her sweet soft baby lips or that she also kissed some of his buddies, however it is another ‘first’ in a lifetime of many things to experience. Plus, it was pretty darn cute. I couldn’t resist sharing the “love”.

Hippity-hop.

Nicknames are funny things. When he was first born, “Honey Bunny” seemed to roll naturally off my lips. With his adorable dimples, tight curls and one-sided smile, he hardly resembled a rabbit. I’m not sure how this name stuck. Nowadays, we are much too busy for the long version so he is simply “Bunny” or even “Bun Bun”. I hope none of his baby friends catalogue this piece of information for school yard teasing – I’m sure I would get the “Ah Mom…” speech that I am already preparing to hear over and over again. However, this weekend this name is most appropriate.

Happy Easter from my Honey Bunny’s household!

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