Banana Blueberry Bliss

My kids slept in! Woot for 7 hours of sleep!

Anyways I made these Banana - Blueberry Muffins for breakfast today. Found them on Martha Stewarts website (isn't she amazing, except for all the criminal stuff). They were sooooo good. I didn't have wheat germ so I added extra flour to make up the difference. And I was suprised because they call for whole wheat flour which I had never used in muffins before.

I love muffins, especially when it is blizzard like outside. Boo

long post on short things

We aren't moving any more :)

It was one of those moments when I was perfectly happy and excitedly planning for the move. When Trev called me from Sarnia and said he had been having one of those feelings. One of those feelings like maybe we shouldn't go. It was like a wave. I am very happy to not have to worry about moving and to get to stay in and enjoy the house I love. Maybe when I actually get things put up around here (I get to hang pictures because I'm not moving) I will post pictures of the house.

On more happy news, because we aren't moving there are 6 men in my house right now. The Chaparral and Cranston ward missionaries,

a good friend who wandered over and Trevor. My basement is getting drywalled. Hooray!! then I can get all of this

out of my garage and into the basement so I can park in there all winter.

Sad news i didn't get my pictures done. It snowed the two weekends I was going to go, (causing me to resent the decent weather that we are having now) but on the bright side, I will still be here next spring and can get them done then!

Fingers crossed that a location with state farm will open up in Alberta soon so we can keep moving forward. but for now I am glad to be standing still.

What happens when your middle child decides he wants your oldest child's chair, and your older child won't move?

I love these two they keep me going every day.

Sam is the funniest kid!

My Dad was given one of those "edible arrangements". It was so good. There were chocolate strawberries in it, Sam was on cloud 9.

Look at those yucky sticky fingers.

Abigail had her 6 week checkup this week. She is 10.3 lbs (just over the 50th percentile) and 59 cm (in the 95th percentile). She is growing and growing. Except for a grouchy period each night after the kids go to sleep she is still my angel baby.

I didn't broadcast this to loudly before. But since Abby was born Trevor has been gone, A LOT. He would go to Toronto for 2 weeks and then come home for a weekend, then back to Toronto. We are so glad that he is around again.

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5 Generations

Generation 1 - Grandpa Jack
Generation 2 - Grandma Nona
Generation 3 - Daddy Kipp
Generation 4 - Me
Generation 5 - Elizabeth, Samuel and Abigail

Wiggles!!

Lizzy, Abby and I went on a girls date.

Sam was left with grandma.

We went on a fun c-train ride to the Wiggles concert. We treated ourselves to a big bucket of popcorn and enjoyed the show.





We were way up high but it was still really good. I was actually really impressed with how good they were live. They went out and shook peoples hands. The looked at pictures that were pushed up on stage by kids (who had drawn them). They even asked one little girl what her name was because she was yelling very loudly "WAKE UP JEFF!" Murry even made it all the way up to where we were but he was a section over from us. Kids stood in front of the stage and danced and in the back on the floor they were running around and playing. Elizabeth laughed, clapped and sang. The second we walked into the saddle dome she started yelling "Wiggles where are you" I told her they were hiding and we should go find them. They had acrobats, ballerinas and even the big red car. My favorite is Captain Feathersword.lol.

It was a fun trip out.

Thankful before Thanksgiving

Yesterday was the worst day ever. I think postpartum is an UGLY trick after 9 months of pregnancy. That's all I am going to say about that.

I am Thankful for a husband who will listen to me cry on the phone and console me. I am Thankful for a husband who will send me flowers all the way from Toronto because he can't be here with me. (I am also thankful for his helpers who delivered them)

I am Thankful for a grandmother who will put my kids to bed and read them stories while I bawl about the flowers and call Trev to say thank you

I am Thankful for an amazing mother who has been helping me non stop for over a month, and took my kids for the morning so I can clean my house and feel good again.

I am Thankful for my cousin who gives me someone to talk to during the day

I am Thankful for the little baby who is napping on the floor while I clean.

I am Thankful for my other kids who make me laugh and smother me with love.

I am Thankful for brothers who make me mixed cd's, give me hugs, watch my kids, hang out with me, talk with me and are my best friends and for a father who has always been there for me and takes care of me.

I am so quick to forget all the people who bless my life.

2 stories

We had stopped for lunch at the McDonald's in the Walmart. Trevor was ordering the food and waiting for it. I was dealing with the troops. I got Lizzy set up at the table and scooted our cart to the side with Abby asleep in her car seat inside it. Sam want ed to stay with me though. So he came with me to get the ketchup and napkins. I was about 3 cart lengths from our table. When I got everything I want I said "Okay Sam lets go back" and started to head over to the table. Sam got distracted along the way though. He headed over to the high chairs to take a look. He was still in my eyesight and he wasn't hurting anything so I didn't think anything about it. All of a sudden his head jerks back and forward as he looks side to side in a panic. i was behind him a few tables away putting the ketchup down. All of a sudden he bolts. Thinking I had abandoned him. He starts screaming. Short loud bursts of "Ah Ah Ah Ah Ahhhhhhhhh!!"He bolts down the aisle. I am calling after him "Sam Sam I'm right here" he is around the corner and past Trevor and out the door into the open walmart. Luckily Trevor saw him fly by and caught up to him right outside the door, scooped him up and calmed him down. When he got back to the table with him I couldn't help it I was laughing my head off. This is my little boy that when you call him to follow you he runs the other way laughing. I have never seen him so upset about being alone. I mean he DID wander away from ME not the other way around. I had only seen him run like that once before and that was when he was escaping from nursery (which he hates.)

My second story is about myself tonight. My Mom had come over to help me put the kids to bed. She was taking Lizzy to the bathroom (she had been put to bed 45 minutes earlier and was still pulling out different stall tactics) My Mom told me if I would get the garbage from the back deck she would put it out on the curb so it would be picked up in the morning. So I head out back. I open the back door. LUCKILY I didn't let go of the handle. I became suddenly aware of the tornado like hurricane wind that was going on outside. The door pulls away from me. But I don't let go. I am pulling with both my hands and all my body weight against it and it is pulling me towards the edge of the deck. Finally I found the perfect balance to stop my movement. I let go with the one hand, grab the closest garbage bag and huck it back inside, and then struggle to throw myself in after it without letting go of the door. I suddenly become aware that I have been screaming this whole time as I collapse onto the floor now laughing my head off. My cousin Ari (who is in the process of moving into my basement) comes upstairs to see what is going on. I take the bag out to the front while explaining what had happened and she helps me to tag team the rest of the garbage. sooooo funny. I am such a spaz.

Big sister

Yesterday I felt like the whole day I was working on a nervous breakdown. Screaming kids, messy house that never seems to get any cleaner, everything in general was a little overwhelming. I really wanted to get the bonus room cleaned up so I went out on a limb. Abigail wanted held, she wasn't hungry but she wouldn't stop crying unless she was in someones arms. So I had Elizabeth sit in the rocker, turned on the tv and gave her the bundled baby to hold. She wrapped her arms around her and sat there and rocked her. And finally I could get something done and Abigail was happy. Whenever Abby started to fuss Lizzy would pat her back and tell her "It's okay Abigail, it's okay, I've got you" and Abby would settle right back down. Abby fell asleep right there in her sisters arms, and Elizabeth was happy to get to hold her like that. I don't think I could do this if I wasn't in the same room at all times, but it worked quite well for this case.

First words

Sam doesn't talk. He is almost 19 months and nothing. Don't get me wrong, he babbles and makes tons of noises, especially his bowser laugh, He understands what you say to him and will go get things you ask him for. He will grab you hand and take you wherever he wants to show you what he needs. He communicates, just doesn't verbalise.

I have been concerned about it. There is no "mama" no "dada" none of those first words that so many children younger than him are saying. Trevor says it is probably because Elizabeth talks enough for the both of them.

I booked him an appointment with our family doctor last week when I was there with Abigail. And in the natural fashion, when you decide to do something about it of course the problem starts to sort itself out. He has said his first words.

What would you expect as a first word though. mama, dada, nana, no etc. Easy to say, easy to form. Sam however busted out "stuck" honestly. He says it all the time. his blanket is "stuck" in his crib. The chair is "stuck" under the table. He is "stuck" behind the rocker. His toy is "stuck" in the box. Honestly how do you come up with stuck as a first word, those are fairly difficult sounds I think.

I am going to keep the doctors appointment just in case.

I LOVE this little Man.

C Jane

My Mom always send me emails. Emails with links to blogs, church talks, forwards, inspirational messages. In all honestly, quite often I don't read them. I'm just not a forwards and links kind of person. I guess I figure if it is really really good she will just tell me about it later. She doesn't like that I don't read them but she loves me anyways.

Today I got this email.
"read cjane today. It will be good for your soul. Mumma" it also had a link to the blog for my convenience.

I had checked my email on my blackberry so I couldn't check it then anyways. by my inward sceptic said "oh my. Good for my soul Eh. I doubt it. maybe I will read it later" With no actual intention of doing so. I put in some laundry, puttered around and sat down to pay some bills online. When I got done I realized that unless I could find something good to do I should really go vacuum. So I decided I should get some "soul food" and see what she had sent me.

Logging into my email would be to much effort, so I opened a new tab and hit the link that comes up on my google screen of all the most visited sites. My mom reads this blog all the time and she has been at my house a lot lately so I knew it was there.

I started to read. Well as I should know by now my mother is ALWAYS right. It was good. I loved it. Amazing. You should all go read it HERE!!

But for those of you who don't do links and forwards like me here is my favorite part.


"I am not right.

And that is the point. I am not right because I am not listening to what is right. Right for me, my body, my season of life.

My season is not about house decoration. It is not about glass vases on low centered tables (as lovely as it looks, and it looked lovely). I need a simple house without toddler traps. Good organization and lots of cues from nature.

A clean house.

My season is not about fashion. It is about picking a few items, showing off the best part of my body. Easy laundered shirts for the inevitable snot trails that end up on my shoulder area. Look nice, but not encumbered.

Clean clothes.

My season is not about cooking elegant meals. I do not have the heart to treat food the way it should be treated. It is okay to eat peaches, apples and toast. Pirate Booty and Lorna Doones.

Just eat something.

My season is for babies. For sleeping when my baby naps and early morning bottle swapping. For belly and breast expansion and retraction. Music in the nursery and afternoons in the backyard. A season for schedules and predictability. A quiet time, a time to be at home, a time to focus on growing and gathering.

Love this season.(I don't want to ask my energy to do more than this, though some women can.)

Then, then, then! I will start to dream again. I will dream of the season of glass vases and vacuum lines in my carpet. The time to cultivate a more sophisticated wardrobe and mornings to stay in bed until noon. I will earn my way to a kitchen full of spices and surprises. Parties, gatherings, social outings." taken from "c jane"

Now that I have enticed you you should really go read the whole thing.

"It will be good for your soul"