On this Valentines day I am thinking about my Dad, my kids Papa Munro.
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Catching Snow Flakes In Your Own Back Yard
All we wanted to do was get to the hill for some sliding. What we really wanted was to skate, but that takes a lot more planning and we were running out of time on one of the few warm days this January. Dad held us up at the last and we ended up sitting in a toboggan, in the yard, trying to catch the fantastically fluffy snow flakes on our tongues.
Super Me
They tell us the first five years are the most important. We’ve got five years to help our babies connect as many of the neurons in their little brains as possible. As usual, a lot of what they say could invite a good dose of panic into parenting… do we all need to be superheroes?
TWINKLING EYES
Felt very clever this year. A day or two before December graced my calendar I did all the hard decorating and cleaning that comes with this holiday seasons arrival. Twinkling eyed children arrived home that day. I hadn’t warned them; it is always fun to gift your children a surprise, after all children treasure a good surprise far more then adults.
It’s Good
It was a treasure hunt, that is how I kept my four year old son interested as we rummaged through another thrift store. In the first isle he found a little red stool just his size. From then on I was followed by a very happy little man who worked hard to carry this stool all over the store. When ever we stopped he was filled with joy at the access his stool gave him to the higher up shelves. And oh how we hunted. I found a few things for Christmas and he found a colouring book… but in the end the biggest treasure was his red wooden stool… which we of course took home.
Two Years
Two years ago my baby boy was two. He spent much of his time pretending to be a dog. So we got him a four legged friend; a purebred retired show dog named Riddick. Riddick, the smooth fox terrier, was named after a Vin Diesel movie character, and he had plenty of character himself. He needed a home and we needed a dog to adopt.
Church Kitchens and Community
Church kitchens are so much larger then the average at home kitchen. I couldn’t figure out where most things were and I had this awful feeling that I would be of no use to them. THEY were ladies from my church, part of the Women’s Ministry Team, who had obviously been in this kitchen many times before, working together. Their cheerful and contagious banter soon eased my nerves. Belly laughs and warm smiles were everywhere around me as they busied themselves with the brunch preparations. I adored being welcomed in to their group, such servants hearts and such amazing ladies!
Alone At The Decline Of Day
As I put the kids to bed, alone this evening, the anticipation bloomed within. I had big beautiful plans to read, tea it up and perhaps even watch some TV of my own choosing. I could work on my guitar playing, pick out a new song to learn the vocals to. I could bake uninterrupted or simply dance to music while I catch up on chores (chores that are so much more fun with music blaring). Perhaps this all could put me in the introverted category, or is a sign I might finally be growing up… or growing older… I prefer to see this contentment with nights alone as a sign that things are more balanced in my world of ‘mommy’.
Perfectly Ordinary… Thus Perfect :)
It was hot, too hot, and after getting my eight loaves of home made bread to the point of rising in the pans I wasn’t liking the idea of heating up the stove to cook supper. My man ran out for pizza, the five bucks hot and ready kind, and those of us who waved to him in joyous farewell where bursting with grins on the front step.
Mac Tac
Some say parenting and reading regularly can’t coexist. I say, get your kids into reading and you can all escape together! I also say ignore the kids a little bit more, you can’t be accused of being a helicopter parent that way, AND you get to READ; win win!
