2014 - Page 9 of 16 - Forever In Mom Genes

Skipping To The Beat Of Her Heart

May 28 2014

She rarely walks now. She prefers to skip. Sometimes she even skips in a purple tutu. It took her a long time to learn to walk. Less than two years ago she still wore a helmet on the playground, in case she fell. Now she’s running, jumping and skipping. And when she skips, her strides are only slightly smaller than the grin on her face. She’s proud of herself and with good reason. I wish I could take credit for her reaching this physical milestone—one that a child with significant gross motor delays might never achieve. Her EAs at school have been working with her on this for months, and it finally paid off. How amazing are they and how lucky are we? I’m so grateful…I could literally skip. Here are 35 seconds of super skipping stupendousness, LIVE and in technicolour. Caution: This video skips, but in a good way. 🙂

May 22 2014

People say we’re nuts for having so many pets. Three isn’t “so many” if you ask me, but I’m not one to split hairs—even the ones stuck to my black pants. Is life easier without a small herd of animals to take care of? Sure. Is it as rewarding? Not for us. When our daughter was about two and a half and still not walking, one of her physical therapists suggested we find something highly motivating to her to get Avery up off the floor and walking. Avery has always been obsessed with dogs. THIS would be her motivation. My sister-in-law has her own veterinary practice and she found the perfect dog for us—a mutt, part chihuahua, part terrier and part teeny-tiny wolf. He was about three years old, housebroken, quiet, not too big, and a RESCUE DOG in need of a loving home. We would be that home. Within three months of adopting Roger, our girl was walking; then running after her canine companion. A few years later we adopted a second dog, Maya. We even hosted a dog wedding. No seriously, you can witness the Bow Wow Vows here. It can take people a lifetime to[…]

May 15 2014

Avery’s mane of wavy blonde hair was a long time coming, but now at seven years old, her crowning glory is fierce and fabulous. To prevent glue and lunch and sand and small birds and whatever else from getting stuck in her hair during the day, I tie it back or braid it every morning. I won’t tell you how many hours I’ve spent on You Tube trying to master the fishtail braid… The other morning I was running way behind. As I was frantically throwing lunches together I could hear the kids upstairs brushing their teeth. “Stay still Avery,” I heard my son say to his sister. “Okay now look. How’s that?” he asked her. “Wow… I booootiful!” Avery announced. She came downstairs proudly sporting a messy but awesome ponytail ala her brother (the elastic basically fell out before Avery reached the kitchen). “Maybe you should give me a ponytail lesson? In case you’re sick or away or something so I know how to do Avery’s hair for school.” Aw Sebastian. You’re mummy’s hairo. xo

May 13 2014

Moms who gush about their kids online and in person are annoying. The sun rises and sets on your babies. Your little angels are perfect in every way—sweetness and light personified. We get it. That said…. OHMYGOD I love my children!! They make anything else I’ve done in my life pale in comparison. My stomach actually does little flip flops at the thought of picking them up at the end the day, and my lips are magnetically attracted to the tops of their little heads. I physically can’t stop myself from kissing them sometimes. Obnoxious. Before you tell me to get a life that doesn’t revolve around my children, let me just state that this is nature’s fault, not mine. Mother Nature is no dummy—she knows that in order to preserve the species, mother and child must be connected first physically, and then emotionally. It’s a crazy KRAZY glue kind of bond. So even if your kid is an obnoxious little shit, you have no choice but to fiercely protect them, forever. Ah Mother Nature, you sneaky broad. Unlike a favourite iPhone app or a pet whose novelty eventually wears off, the novelty of your children never fades. Children are[…]

May 09 2014

My mother-in-law believed things happened in threes. If two great things happened, she’d look for the third and always seemed to find it. After two unfortunate events, she’d breath a sigh of relief when the third one finally occurred so we could relax. She truly believed in, and spoke often about the significance of the number three. Shortly after she passed away my son and I went for a walk after dinner. He was struggling to make sense of why his Grandie was taken away so suddenly. I told him about my friend Sandi who lost her father a few years ago. She told me to look for signs. Signs brought her and her family comfort. Sandi told me that her dad sent signs all the time and I shared some of her specific examples with my son. It had gotten dark and the streetlights had come on. As we cut through a parking lot on our way home, we walked under three lamp posts. As we passed, each one of the three lights flickered and went out. One, two, three in a row. Was it a sign? Was Grandie looking down on us, listening to our conversation, and[…]

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