I remember as a kid waking up reeeally early Saturday mornings to watch cartoons and those coloured bars would still be on the TV. We would sit and watch the bars till CBC turned on. Anyone else remember that?
We don’t have a TV so I can’t even send the early risers to go and watch cartoons. Instead they all crawl into our bed and try to stay quiet until mommy is awake. And then this happens – comic! 🙂
It is that time of year again when you look back over the last year, count your blessings, try to see purpose in the pain and take account for how you did. Time to reevaluate how you are doing and what you need to do. It is a time of new beginnings and fresh starts.
And it is time for New Year’s resolutions. I love resolutions. I am all over them. I am a band wagon girl; why not get on when everyone else is?
Every year I make lofty ambitions to exercise more, drink more water and sleep more. I occasionally even attempt to limit my caffeine intact (gasp!). I resolve to be kinder, be more patient and pray more. And this year, I am going to attempt all those things again. I figure if I don’t give up trying, at least I won’t head in the opposite direction! 🙂
And yet… I still decorate with them every year. I go in with dreamy expectations of a picture perfect event and there is always a moment like this where I am tearing my hair out. This year the boys were wrestling, not fighting granted, but wrestling in front of the tree as we are trying to decorate it.
So, why do I keep doing with them? Because they love it. And in the end, Christmas is about the kids. And really, I love it too, broken ornaments and all. It is the making of wonderful Christmas memories, even if they are not facebook worthy! 🙂
Please tell me that this doesn’t just happen to me!! 🙂
Despite the lapse between expectations and reality, I still go berry picking with my kids multiple times during berry season. I like a good deal just as much as the next person and U-pick is always substantially cheaper than picked berries.
More than that though, I love the nostalgia of it all. My mom took all of of us kids berry picking when we were little and one of my first jobs was berry picking with my fabulous younger sister. (I do remember more raspberry fights than cash in my pocket though!) My yobo and I have picked together with the kids every year. He is a great picker and has our buckets full in no time! My girls have become excellent pickers as well and the boys in the comic are still in training. Soon I can just sit in the shade with some lemonade and watch them pick…. right? 🙂
Best of all, my freezer is full of fresh berries!
Luckily we have a king size bed! 🙂
Does it look like this at your house on the weekends? Or do you have a strict no-kids-allowed rule?
At least he is thinking ahead! 🙂
Nyles is two and has very little words. Most of his words are made up sounds that only his immediate family understands the meaning of. The meaning of this ‘word’, however, is pretty obvious!
Nyles really isn’t a picky eater, he just takes a while to decide he is going to try something, and when he does (mostly because if he doesn’t, he doesn’t get dessert), he likes it!
He is two! Need I say more? 🙂