Archive - 2015

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Here Comes The Bride?
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Clothes Off
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The Look Of Big Girl Shoes WITHOUT Having To Tie Laces!
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Don’t Answer This Call—It’s A Scam!
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Little Cough, Big Scare
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It’s Las Palmas Girl!
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A Simple Formula For A Happy Life
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The Home Run That Made Me Cry
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Do You Remember Your Dreams?
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The Time I Told My Child With Speech Delays To Stop Talking

Here Comes The Bride?

This girl is a perfect mix of sporty spice and Barbie Girl. She’s equally happy climbing trees and examining bugs or shopping for “bootiful” dresses and experimenting with clip-on earrings and pink nail polish. But lately she’s been decidedly more girly, obsessed with fru-fru frilly and smitten with wedding gowns. (This video snippet is Avery wearing her cousin’s bridesmaid gown…like a boss.) The matrimonial fascination started shortly after my cousin Kelsey announced that she’s getting married. When Avery heard this exciting news she wanted to know who was going to the party and would there be cake and what will her dress look like?! To add to the wedding whimsy we watched a video of my cousin Allison’s wedding. Avery watched intently, admiring the beautiful wedding gown, the flowers, the dancing. She was mesmerized. On the car ride home so told us she would be getting married. “Who are you going to marry?” I asked her. “My brother Bastian,” she answered with absolute certainty. I get why she’d want to marry him—he’s sweet and funny and he makes a mean bowl of mac and cheese. He’s a catch. “You can’t marry your brother,” I told her. “He’s already part of[…]

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Clothes Off

  I listen to music all day while I work and when the right song comes on, it gives me a little burst of creative energy. When I first heard this song, I loved it instantly. Unfortunately I didn’t catch the title and I went out of my mind trying to track down this track. I Googled randomness like, “song with sick bass” and “new songs this week that are really cool.” I even hummed the guitar riff into a Shazam type app. How shocking that the title didn’t pop up immediately. Ha. So I listened faithfully to the radio for two weeks—waiting and listening attentively for my song. I drove my music savvy friend Sarah bonkers by humming what I could remember over the phone. She was like, “Um, I’m pretty sure that even if that song exists, it doesn’t go ANYTHING like that.” Well, in your face Sarah. It does exist. And I stand by my original “humdition.” I nailed it. Give or take a few octaves/notes/basic tune/all of it. The song finally came blasting through my mini-van speakers while I sat waiting for my daughter at school pick-up. I took note of key words in the chorus[…]

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The Look Of Big Girl Shoes WITHOUT Having To Tie Laces!

My daughter has always had petite feet (petite everything actually). Even now at the age of nine, she’s sporting size 12-kid shoe. In one way, this is a good thing. As a special kiddo with motor skill delays, tying laces isn’t an option. So, having small feet means there are still lots of shoes to choose from that have Velcro closures. The thing is, she may be little in the tootsies, but she’s a big girl—grade four this year. Fourth Graders tie up their own laces. Avery can’t tie up her own shoes (Yet! We’re working on it!). This is another thing that sets her apart and it frustrates her. So this year she went back to school with BIG GIRL LACE UP SHOES…with a helpful twist. The two pairs Avery got for BTS have the look up lace ups, but can easily be slipped on. 1. Skechers Girl’s Twinkle Toes: Shuffles – Heart N Sole How fun and funky are these sneakers? The high tops provide extra ankle support which helps to keep kids like Avery with weak ankles more stable. Plus, they have a flexible rubber traction outsole which makes them safer for running around on the playground.[…]

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Don’t Answer This Call—It’s A Scam!

  Working from home has its perks. For starters, the commute can’t be beat—it’s bedroom to desk in five seconds flat (give or take depending on hallway traffic and how many pets I have to step over). Working solo has its negatives too of course. Like, if I choke on a carrot stick nacho chip during my lunch break, it’s up to me to heimlich myself—there are no helpful bystanders standing by to help. As well, if a daylight thief should happen by to burgle me, I’m on my own to fend him off (yes, I said him. I’m sure there are female cat burglars too but in my head they’re always big scary men. Sorry men. No offense). And if a homicidal maniac should hideout in my basement, I’ll be the one to get the call to inquire about whether I’ve “checked the children.” Remember this? So the other day as I was working hard at my desk (absolutely NOT watching Jimmy Fallon You Tube videos and bookmarking hairstyles that suit my face shape or entering an online contest to try to win a food dehydrator…) the home phone rang. I jumped. In light of recent PTSD stimulating circumstances,[…]

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Little Cough, Big Scare

  It started as a simple cough. Then simple turned into complicated. And we took one giant step backwards. “We’ve come so far,” I sobbed to my husband. “It’s unfair,” I cried into his shoulder. It took me years to quiet the fears after our daughter suffered her first and nearly fatal seizure. It took time and hard work to get back on track after that. But, eventually the PTSD faded into fleeting worries, and those worries began to quiet. Mostly. We finally had a taste of what family life is like without the fear. So this summer we ventured far and wide and high. We traveled by plane—up in the air for hours away from the possibility of medical assistance. We enjoyed a cabin high up in the mountains. We frolicked in lakes, camped, and canoed, paddling farther and farther away from access to help if we should need it. But guess what? I wasn’t worried. At all. Life was sweet—the sweetest and most fun it’s ever been for our family. Then the cough.  Our son got it first. Just a dry hacking cough, no other symptoms. A month later, near the very end of our family vacation in[…]

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It’s Las Palmas Girl!

You’ve seen the “Las Palmas Baby” You Tube video, right? It’s a hysterical parody of a drunkardy tourist lady (the fanny pack? Ha!) in a bar—expertly played by an oblivious apple juice swigging toddler. If you haven’t watched it yet, it’s a must-do! It’s brilliant—the clip is at the end of this post. A few weeks ago at a special family celebration, Avery unwittingly provided a moment of levity amid the emotion by channeling her inner Las Palmas. My cousin and I noticed it at the same time. “Hey look, it’s Las Palmas Baby!” she exclaimed, laughing. Despite the unfortunate absence of the fanny pack, Avery nailed it. This post reminds me of…The Time Avery Took Up Gambling

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A Simple Formula For A Happy Life

We’re just home from a few weeks away and I’m behind in basically everything—work, errands, housework. So naturally instead of facing reality, I’m cruising the internet pinning recipes I don’t have the ingredients for, bookmarking household projects I’ll never get to even if I had the tools or skills to do them, and reading quotes—nauseating inspirational preachings that actually make me think. Dammit. I don’t have time for reflection. These toilets aren’t going to clean themselves. By the way, why hasn’t anyone come up with something for that yet? Not just that blue liquid that auto-dispenses into the bowl. I mean, a toilet that actually disinfects the scunge under the seat with blue light technology or something. The lady across the street has Molly Maid in once a week to scrub her scunge. I think it might be easier to just drop some Molly and maybe if you drop it (or do you smoke it?) you won’t even notice or care how dirty your house is. Hellohhh, Molly Maid. Anyway, I was reading some quotes just now and had an epiphany—maybe the way to live life in complete harmonious balance is all in the numbers? Instead of feeding my children[…]

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The Home Run That Made Me Cry

Though I enjoy peanuts and popcorn and crackerjacks, (and a cute baseball hat), I stink at baseball. It’s probably why my softball team called me “No Depth Perception Lisa.” My nephew however is a talented player. He plays on a traveling rep team in the states. He’s a pitcher. And a bit of a belly itcher. But that’s only because of the mosquito bites. 🙂 Zach’s team finished the season on top. They take their sport seriously and practise hard. What’s as impressive as their dedication is the coaches’ commitment to teamwork and good sportsmanship. For extra practise and for the love of the sport, my brother Mike built a baseball diamond in their yard. (Yes, there were lots of “if they build it, they will come” jokes.) They hosted a party for the team while we were there visiting. The coaches wrote something inspirational about each player to share while they presented them with a ball signed by every player. I was touched by their passion for this sport. Well, not enough to actually play in the parent/kid game they had that night, but certainly enough to watch. The day of the big game, my nephew took his little[…]

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Do You Remember Your Dreams?

Some nights our daughter ends up in our bed. Like when she’s sick, obviously. Or like when my husband and I watched The Conjuring on Netflix (WHY did we do that?!) and brought her to bed with us to keep her safe from creepy entities. Our son was on his own. Not playing favourites, but he’s huge—too big for our bed and fully capable of fighting off creepy entities if need be. Last night Avery ended up in our bed because she fell asleep there reading stories and she was just too comfy to move. I love to snuggle with her and listen to her breathe, burying my face in her neck and cuddling all up in her sweetness. But then when I drift off to sleep and she starts tossing and turning and digging her toes into my rib cage, the charm wears off. Last night before the barrage of flying feet and fists, I was deep in a dream. Though I tried to commit the details to memory, in the light of day the plot is fuzzy. I know I was about to give an order of some kind—something serious and life altering. I was hesitant and afraid.[…]

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The Time I Told My Child With Speech Delays To Stop Talking

  Yesterday I posted a story about our daughter’s “profound” speech delay and you left such kind and supportive comments. It means a lot to my husband and I that people care so much. But it also makes me feel like a bit of a dick. Like my sharing/over-sharing about recent trials is an attempt at garnering sympathy or even worse, asking for a pat on the back for stellar parenting. I’m not a stellar parent. I’m just a parent who is crazy about her kids and wants the best for them. Pretty par for the course I’d say. We all want that for our children. We can’t even help it—it’s instinctual. A few people commented on how patient I am. Very lovely to say, but it made me laugh. If only they had seen me this morning… We were running late and I asked Avery to put on her socks. The first time I made eye contact, got her attention by saying her name, and spoke slowly and simply—”Avery, put on your socks.” She didn’t put on her socks. I found her a few minutes later playing with ‘Veterinarian Barbie’ so I asked, “Avery, what did I ask you[…]

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