Thoughtful award from NotJenny

The above award was passed to me by NotJenny, and I have to say that I am truly honoured! NotJenny has quickly become someone who is very special to me. She inspires me in so many ways, she has taught me many, many things and I truly look up to her as an outstanding Mommy. To have her acknowledge me in this way is very flattering. Thank you, NotJenny!


This blog invests and believes, in ‘proximity’ [meaning, that blogging makes us 'close' - being close through proxy] "They are all charming blogs, and the majority of them aim to show the marvels of friendship; there are persons who are not interested when we give them a prize, and then they help to cut these bows; do we want that they are cut, or that they propagate?" Then let’s try to give more attention to them!

So with this prize we must deliver it to eight bloggers that in turn must make the same thing and put this text.”

It's when my babes get sick that I really, truly realize just how much they mean to me. I mean, I cherish their every moment, good and bad, but when they are sick, they seem so fragile. They seem so little and helpless and it makes me want to just wrap my arms around their fevered bodies and draw all of the sick out of them. I have been known to purposely kiss them on the lips to try and take it away from them. I know that's probably just terrible, but I am being honest. I do it!
My lil guy is so so sick right now. It started in the evening (in retrospect), but I thought he was just tired and missing his daddy. Needless to say, his fevered dreams woke me at midnight and it was then that I realized that he was SO sick. I took his temp, it read 40.1 and I went straight for the motrin, bypassing my usual Tylenol first. I stayed awake for most of the night, laying at the foot of the bed, playing scrabble on my cell phone and texting my hubby at work to keep him updated. Finally at about 4 a.m I fell asleep, woke up at 6 and that was that. Cancelled my morning appointments and cuddled with my boy. The meds kicked in and he thought he was good to go. (gotta love that). He burned out pretty quickly and has been TKO since. It's just heart breaking to see my boy (s) sick. Sick sux. I feel so helpless and that sux too. Wouldn't it be wonderful if love could cure all that ails? Now my older boy has inflamed eyes and they are driving him crazy! He desparately wants to rub them. Try to explain to a child why he must suffer in order to get better. Sigh.
So, now that I've poured my sad story out, maybe I'll be better able to deal with seeing me boys in this condition.

I've put up some pictures of some of the stuff I'm knitting right now. I am looking very forward to wearing my first pair of socks! They are on hold, however, until I am able to find a pattern for a nice cozy toque that I will live in this winter. Wish me luck. The scarf has been a lot of pleasure to knit. It's the easiest cable pattern that I have ever worked with and I don't need to keep track of where I am at when one of my kids interrupts me! It's great! The pictures of the grapes...well, those are a "should be doing" project. This year our vines have given us a record amount of grapes, and really we should make our grape jelly out of them. It is soooo yummy and we get so much that we are able to share the love at Christmas time. We'll see if we get around to doing that! I had to take a picture of them, though. They are so ripe and plump. Maybe if I keep staring at them, the guilt will overcome me and I'll spend a weekend making my jelly!

Brrrrrrrr!!! Need I say more? I try to embrace the different seasons, and typically, fall is my favorite. I love the colours and the smells. I love the slow down pace that comes with the cool air. What I don't love and can't embrace is this wind! Me and wind are not friends. We aren't even aquaintances. We are arch enemies and when it's strong enough to blow me and my kids off our feet, that's where I begin to wage my war on wind! Actually, though, this cold, blustery wind did inspire me to make a toque for myself! I can't seem to find any of the toques that I made for myself last year, which is really very depressing. So I've had to start from scratch for my toque wardrobe. Anyone who knows me, knows that as soon as the weather has a sniff of cool to it, I dawn my toque and live in it until the snow is melted. I have even been known to nap in my toques! So, here I sit with my new toque that I whipped up in a couple of hours, wishing that I was also finished my socks!!!

It's Gone

The tooth came out this morning. Yup. I actually did alright with it! Does this mean that I've accepted the fact that he's growing up? Well, I wouldn't go that far, but I think I have accepted that he will lose all those cute little teeth in his mouth and they will all be replaced by ones that just don't seem to fit. Yet. My personality is such that I struggle with change and as a Mom, it seems to be that much more difficult. However, as with every other situation that is new to my boys, I have to remind myself that this is their moment and it is up to me to let them discover all the wondrous things that I've long ago discovered. It's not for me to impose my feelings on them simply because I have attachment issues. It is for me to let my babies be free to experience life. I'll be here to guide them, to reassure them, to praise them and to lecture them, to build them up and give them their wings. I am a huge fan of quotes, so here's one of my favorites.... "Making the decision to have a child -- it's momentous. It is to decide forever have your heart go walking around outside your body." --Elizabeth Stone

Updates

He's at it again! My son, I mean! He's got another wiggler and he's desparate to get it out so the tooth fairy will come. It's like an addiction!!! He even brought me a kleenex and asked me to pull it out! I told him it's not ready! LOL! It's not even about what the tooth fairy brings...he doesn't seem to care! So why, why, why!!!! I guess I just need to accept it. His teeth will fall out, he will grow big boy teeth, some day (probably too soon for my liking) he will grow hair on his face and maybe even his chest, his voice will change and I will have to say goodbye to my baby. Am I going to extremes here over a silly loose tooth? UGH!

The Perils of a Loose Tooth

I'm a little late on this one, but I just figured out how to post a pic! My baby lost his first tooth. I might add, he's the first kid in his class (or so he says) to lose a tooth. So why did he have to be first, and yes I actually asked him this! LOL! It's been wiggly for a while now and we had the talk about when he loses them, I might cry...you know that kind of talk. I know you probably all think it's silly, but really as a Mom, I remember very well when he got that tooth. So, by rights, I am allowed to be emotional over the loss of it! It's not just the loss of the tooth, though. It's the underlying meanings that go along with it....like the fact that he's my last baby and that soon his cute little baby mouth will look all crazy with those big chicklettes that are too big for his mouth! And it also signifies the end of his baby-ish-ness! It's just another reminder that he's growing up! There's a part of me that just doesn't want to let my babies go! There's also a part of me (though I wouldn't say it's an equal part) that is looking forward to all that there is to come with them! It scares me that the older they get, the more influenced by outside sources they become and the less control I have over any given situations. They're becoming little people with the ability to make independent decisions (to a point), and who have their own opinions (and now feel completely entitled!!). I respect their uniqueness and their individuality but as a mom I certainly stuggle with the typical questions of am I instilling good values? Am I doing all I can to ensure that they believe in themselves? Have I assured them that no matter what it is, how serious it is or why, they can always come and talk to me? I really believe that if I continue to have the close relationship that I have with them, I will know if there is something wrong. And as silly as it may sound, I know that drugs get into the schools as early as the lower grades, and I hope and pray that I have done what I can to make sure that they make the right choices when I'm not around.
This is all because of ONE tooth loss. OMG, how many teeth does he have in his mouth? YIKES!