Saturday, June 28, 2014

First day of summer break

Dad took the kids fishing. It was a bit too windy and far too weedy. But they didn't care. After all, the girls spent the first 15 minutes throwing rocks in the lake. So any fish that may have been in the area were looong gone. They are learning and dad is very patient with them. Which is so fun!





Thursday, June 26, 2014

Surprise pictures

Wow, its amazing what you find when you finally download photos!

Here are my cuties!


Wednesday, June 18, 2014

Putting the father into father's day

How did we celebrate Father's day this year? Did we spoil Wes? Give him the day off to golf?

Well, he doesn't golf and ...

I spent the morning at an after hours clinic getting medicine for strep throat. Gavin had it earlier in the week and my thanks for nursing him back to health was to also get it. And I was very sick.

So Wes spent the day with the kids. Took them to a movie and then fed them and go them to bed. He was Dad-in-charge.

We are blessed to have such a great Daddy (and husband too).

Tuesday, June 10, 2014

A country mourns

It may seem that the world is going crazy. It may feel that our time is spinning out of control.

Today Canada mourned. Every Canadian I know is sad for our national police and the families of the victims. One bad worm can cause so much rot and destruction.

But... look at the crowds and the Internet response and remember this was one bad worm!

Look at the millions of caring and concerned people. It may not take away the hurt and it doesn't change the loss these families feel, but it can help restore some hope - a kernel.

All you need is faith the size of a mustard seed.

Friday, June 06, 2014

It sneaks up on you

Sometimes I visit and share with other parents who are going through a similar journey as we have with Bronwyn's heart issues. I often say to them, "Don't be surprised if much later on your emotions get the better of you, when you least expect it." I'm not sure why this happens, maybe because you have to deal with what is in front of you so you set aside your emotions for later... I'm not entirely sure... but it does happen.

It happened to me today.

The kids school does an activity with one of the local community associations. It is a duathalon, a bike and run, for a different charity every year.

It is a lovely idea, but one that worries me a bit with Bronwyn. There are a lot of parents at the event but very few of them know about Bronwyn and her heart history, so it freaks me out just a bit.

Last year I didn't send the consent forms in since I didn't really want her doing it, since it was on a day that I had an appointment scheduled. According to one of my friends who was at the school, Bronwyn participated anyhow, she just didn't do the bike portion! I felt OK since there were several moms I know and trust that were there, but still...

So this year I agreed they could participate. I went to watch her.

Bronwyn came in LAST. But she ran the whole way and biked as hard as she could. And I wanted to run and tell her to slow down and walk, but I didn't! I was so proud of her. One of the moms who knows about her heart came and gave her a special bike bell as a prize. She was so out of breath she couldn't even thank her.

They had a watermelon and popsicle station for the participants. So we got her a treat and I asked her to go sit down and rest. Another mom that we have know for a long time congratulated Bronwyn heartily and then said to me (as Bronwyn walked away), "This must be stressful for you."

I suddenly started to cry and said, "You have no idea!" I was so embarrassed to be crying in public like that. But, I had to admit I was barely holding it together.

The tears came because it is stressful not knowing how far she can safely push herself. The tears came from holding in years of anxiety about these situations. The tears came for the other kids with her condition who wouldn't have been able to bike or run. The tears came from pride of my tough girl who will give it her all and be proud of her last place.

It was a mixed bag of tears and I left as swiftly as I could!

Wednesday, May 14, 2014

What you do when you discover a friend is trying to kill you...

True story!!

So, it started fairly innocently. I bought a bike, in the hope that I could go on bike rides with my kids once Mari has mastered starting on her own. I was thinking of lovely flat country roads or parks with no people to see my mastery of the two wheeled contraption.

My good friend, who I know occasionally read this, so I won't give her a name, lets call her Maeve, oh wait, Marcy... better, well, this good friend Marcy was excited and said, "Lets go for a bike ride." I thought OK. How bad could it be? Of course the last time I road a bike was in Hinton and my parents lived there in the early 1990s. But that wasn't that long ago...

Then it started to snow and rain, but finally the weather improved and I reminded Marcy that we needed to go on that promised bike ride. I had visions of us tooling around residential streets sweeping by a corner of the reservoir and returning to the house refreshed and rejuvenated.

But here is what happened.

The roads around here may look flat but they are all subtle inclines. I discovered early in our ride that she was planning on doing the whole reservoir. HAVE YOU SEEN THE SIZE OF THE RESERVOIR?

I was proud of my nerves of steel as we took the walk way over Glenmore. The mere sound of the traffic freaks me out. We went up more hills and then we crossed back over Glenmore trail again. And then up some more hills. I now expected to reach the peak of a very large hill, I won't say Everest, but a sizable hill. And yet I still staring at a long steady incline that ran along Glenmore towards the Lakeview golf course.

It was then that I realized I was very close to death. Maeve, oops I mean Marcy had outstripped me and was waiting patiently. I think her plan was to get me to the golf course where she had hidden a shovel and there she could discretely do away with the evidence. I think that might be it, although her face betrayed none of her intentions. But one should never trust the people that look too innocent.

I caught up to her and deciding that I dare not go any further I said, "I have to go home NOW!" She showed great concern and even offered to turn back with me, she even showed me a shorter way home. Oh, and she called to make sure I got home alright. So maybe I was wrong about her plan, but you never know. And besides if she didn't have a shovel hidden I would have died anyhow and then she would have had to drag my body to the hospital without help and that wouldn't have been very nice of me.

So, I saved everyone a lot of grief when I wimped out.

I plan to be in traction for the next few days, so don't be surprised if I don't answer the phone or the door.

Saturday, May 10, 2014

Rethinking my life

You know when you have one of those moments. Those moments that causes you to stop suddenly and take stock of your life. In a flash you question ever major decision you have ever made, you pause and wonder about the meaning. Well I had one last night.

Wes and I were watching TV and there was a news story about some European singing competition. At the end of the story they stated how some careers had been launched by this competition and they showed a clip of a very young 70s group singing Waterloo. WATERLOO.

Wes said, (and I'm not making this up) "Who is that?"

I gasped and stared and thought "who is this man sitting beside me?" How could I have not known that he didn't know this? How have we been married his long with out this fact surfacing?

Pause for thought...