A Walk To Remember

2007-02-10T23:08:00.000-06:00

Well it looks like I am averaging a blog a month or something to that effect. The little one keeps me busy and all! Not to mention working full time. Thank you everyone who has commented on my blog. It seems the winter blues are finally kicking me in the pants. I am soooo tired! I try to stay up at night to watch a little t.v. and I find I am falling asleep in the chair before 10:30. I used to be such a night owl. Good news.......Spring will be here soon! The gardening seeds are for sale already! Here is a picture of the boy with the cute stuffed animal he got from his Grandpa for Valentines day!
Well not much else to say, so until next time, God Bless!

So it's been awhile

2007-01-06T21:09:00.000-06:00

Well.....what can I say except that it never really did seem to slow down around here at all. We had a really good christmas!! Santa was really good to us this year. I don't think I have ever seen that many presents under a tree before in all my life! My boy sure was spoiled. What a little sweetheart he is though. (proud mama moment) I think he is starting to hit his terrible twos already though. He sure seems to know what he wants and if he doesn't get it when he wants it well then that is when his little personality comes out.

We spent christmas day at my mom's house. Boy did she ever put on a big feast for us. I felt like a Queen. It was sooooo good and of course I ate way too much. Couldn't help myself though.

My sister and brother in law came to our house for New Years Eve. It was quite enjoyable as well. I just love getting together with family durring the holidays. It is my favorite time of year.

As you can see, the livingroom was trashed in no time on Christmas morning. We had fun though.

Alex and his cousin Tyler both got new outfits from there Grandma! They look soooo cute! Thanks mom!

Well I guess I have rambled on enough for one day. I do hope to be writing more now but I have said that before. Until next time....Ciao!

Bye Bye Summer Hello Blog fans!!

2006-09-04T20:28:00.000-05:00

Well Blog fans......Another summer has come and gone. This one a little more uneventful than the last!! My little man turned One years old. It is truly hard to believe that it has already been a whole year since he was born. I can't even remember him when he was tiny! I have been so blessed with him. He is such a good baby. He never complains or cries. He is always sooo happy.

Not much new has happened this summer. Just taking it easy. My maternaty leave has ended so I have started back at work. Not my favorite thing to do. I would rather be at home with my husband and son. But you gotta do what you gotta do right?

I am hoping to post a bit more often now that it is September. Things around here should start slowing down real soon.

This is one of my fav pics of my boy!! He is already a proud Canadian!! Just like his Daddy.

We had a good summer. Went camping quite a bit in our new trailer. It was fun taking Alex to the lake for a swim. He sure likes to play in the sand. His dad is hoping to make him a sandbox this week.

Well I guess I have shared enough for today.

God Bless!!

HEEERES ALEX........

2006-06-09T22:03:00.000-05:00

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This is my little man walking across the Living Room to his big sister! He is only 10 months old. Now the fun will begin!!

What Dreams May Come

2006-06-05T18:57:00.000-05:00

I had a dream last night, and as dreams always seem to go, most of it didn’t make any sense and the rest of it is hard to remember. One part in particular, just before I woke up, is still fresh in my mind - my Dad. A church song started playing and he was there. We embraced in a great big hug and I told him I missed him and loved him.

The two of us used to go to church together every Sunday. My mom would stay home, and my sister....well who even know were she was or what she was up to- probably sleeping. In his tan colored K-car on the way to church the radio announcer would be reading Beatle Bailey and Peanuts to the listeners. Sitting beside him in church was a memory unto itself - Old Spice permeating my nostrils, his deep baritone voice ringing out to the familiar choruses of old, the smell of cherry Halls still on his breath. There isn’t much about the actual sermons that is remembered, just sitting there singing with my Dad. He and I loved to sing together. There were even a number of times that we were asked to sing duets for the Sunday morning service. Not a Christmas concert would go by that one of us didn’t have a solo. One Christmas, he started to sing his solo and the microphone wasn’t working properly. Knowing the show must go on, he belted out the song so that everyone was able to hear him quite clearly. Half way through, the microphone kicked back in and his voice nearly blew the speakers.

I am pretty sure that a large majority of my appreciation for music came from him and his love of it. Another piece of him that I can take with me and pass on to his Grandson.

I hope there is singing in heaven because I am sure that if there is, my Dad is up there right now with no microphone, belting out his song. I can’t wait to join him in a heavenly duet!

10 Simple Pleasures

2006-04-27T12:04:00.000-05:00

It appears I was caught in a friendly game of tag by Amber,my first one, so here it goes. These are 10 simple pleasures that I love:

Driving in my car on a hot summer day with the windows open, letting the breeze flow through the car.
Tickeling Alexander and watching him giggle with glee
Big family get togethers at my Grandma's house. I love my family.
I love the smell of puppy's breath. (gross, I know)
Going fishing with my Dad, just sitting in the warm sun all day.
Romantic dinners with my husband.
Snuggling under a cozy blanket in winter and curling up with a good book.
SINGING! I LOVE SINGING!
Eating an ice cream cone on a hot summer day.
last but not least, the smell of freshly mowed grass.

I am sure that there are tonnes more that I could write about but these were the first that came to my head.

TAG Mom, You're it.

First Attempt at a picture

2006-04-24T10:54:00.000-05:00

Well this is my first attempt at posting a picture on my blog. I am an amateur at the computer so here goes nothing.

This is my baby boy Alexander. I love him to pieces. Isn't he the cutest little baby you have ever seen? Not that I am biased or anything. He is really getting a personality of his own now. He is testing me. Whenever I say "no", he looks at me and continues what he is doing as if he doesn't know what the word means. Before when we would say "no", he would listen and turn away from what he was doing. Or if it was something that he really wanted to do and we said "no", then he would get a pouty lip and cry. Not anymore *lol* I can't believe how sick of the word "no" I am getting. I still love him just as much though! What's not to love.

When we are in public he is the perfect little gentleman. He usually doesn't get cranky when he is around people. Only at home when he is with me by himself. Then he can be moody sometimes.

Long time no Blog......

2006-04-14T17:52:00.000-05:00

Well it’s been awhile since I have written anything so I thought I better get at it again.

Today is Good Friday as you know but what you didn’t know is that it truly has been a "Good" Friday for me. The sun is shining outside, the birds are singing. I actually got to do some yard work today which is usually unheard of this time of year in Manitoba! It has been a great day visiting with my mom, and just spending time with my husband and 8 month old son. I have been so very blessed in my life to have been brought up with the family that I have. Not only my parents and sister, but also my aunts and uncles and cousins as well. We are such a close knit family who care very much for each other and would do anything for one another. God is good!! I just wanted to say to my family who is reading this, that I love you all so so much, and thank you so very much for being who you are. I hope God is with you all this Easter weekend. Come visit real soon OK!! (I don't mean my blog either)

Mum's the Word

2006-03-30T20:43:00.000-06:00

Well I have written a bit about my dad lately but I mustn’t forget the woman who bore me from her loins.

I have a great mom. She and I have been best friends for a long time. Whenever I had hard times she was always right there beside me to comfort me and tell me that everything would be O.K. When I was little there were a couple of times I can remember where she would let me take the day off of school so we could spend the day together. Just the two of us. And when I would have to take a lunch to school she would lovingly cut my sandwiches into neat little shapes with her cookie cutters. She would also with great care and pride sew lovely outfits for me, some of which, I regret to say, would get me picked on now if I wore them. ie: M. C. Hammer pants. (I asked her to make those though)

One time, I was sick with the flu and a fever and I remember waking up in the night and there she was, sitting in my room watching over me.

All these little things were her ways of letting me know that I was special to her and that she loved me very much. She used to call me her little sponge because any time she would hug me I would just soak up the love and keep soaking it up. She loves the Lord with all her heart and showed me how to be a good person. When I was little, she would ask me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I would always tell her "I want to be a Mommy!"

I love you Mom!

From Peanuts to Cocoa

2006-03-27T23:04:00.000-06:00

I was sitting here thinking about the snow melting today and I remembered a time when I was probably about 9 or 10 years old. I had my very first job delivering the Free Press Newspaper in our neighborhood. I would bundle myself up every day after school with the full gear - snow pants, winter coat, scarf wrapped around my head twice, a toque, and mittens of course. Then I would brave the bitter cold, with my bright red toboggan in tow - loaded to the hilt with papers, to ensure that everyone in our neighborhood received their daily news. I had taken over the route for my best friend when she decided it was time to call it quits. During the week, it wasn’t so bad delivering the paper. They were thin and easy to handle. Saturday morning, on the other hand, was a different story. It was the worst!! The paper was twice as thick and we mustn’t forget the funnies - heaven forbid they would leave those crazy "Peanuts" out just one week. There was also more houses to deliver to because some people only subscribed to the weekend papers.

On quite a few occasions my Dad, though he had been hard at work all week, would get up early on his day off, make a batch of his famous cocoa and meet me half way on my route to share a cup of loving warmth. He made the best cocoa in the world. He would then follow me along in the car while I finished up, and give me a ride back home, so that I wouldn’t have to walk. This is just one of the thousands of little things he did to show how much he loved me. Something that may have seemed small to him, meant so much to me. I used to look forward to the time we would just sit in the warmth of the car chatting. Nothing else was important durring that time. Just the two of us.

Some days, I miss him so much, I feel guilty that I may have taken him for granted. I only hope that I can create some of the same memories with my son that he gave me. These are the legacy that he left. His gentle lovingkindness only surpassed by the Lord himself. Always remembered, never forgotten!

I am reminded of the verse in Psalm chapter 63 verse 3 which states:

"Because Your lovingkindness is better than life," The Nelson Study Bible NKJV.

The commentary states that lovingkindness may also be translated "loyal love". That is the kind of relationship that we should have with our heavenly father. We need to go out and brave the bitter world, with our leather-bound Bible in tow - loaded to the hilt with footnotes, to ensure that everyone in our neighborhood recieves there daily news. Our Father may not be there to meet us with a cup of Cocoa, but he is storing up in heaven the crown of righteousness for those who have served him faithfully. That is how we show our Father lovingkindness.

Munchkin Meets the Goofball

2006-03-19T20:51:00.000-06:00

When I was a young tike in my droopy pampers, my dad - like most parents, gave me a cute nickname. I was his little "Munchkin" or "munch" sometimes for short. I never got tired of him calling me that. It was a term of endearment not an insult. My sister was nicknamed the "Goofball" or "Goof" for short. I think she got the short end of the proverbial stick. On the other hand, we were also given the nicknames of #1 and #2. In that respect, I got the short end of the stick. Need I say more?

We are both now the proud new parents of bouncing baby boys, hoping to pass down these beloved names that have been bestowed upon us. They dare not be repeated when the boys are older or it might get them a swirley in the school toilette or stuffed in the class bully’s locker.

For those of you who are unfamiliar with slang terms I have included some definitions from the Reader's Digest Illustrated Encyclopedic Dictionary for your viewing pleasure.
Goof - An incompetent, foolish or stupid person.
Munchkin - Not found in the encyclopedia but is a little person or dwarf-like as seen on the Wizard of Oz.
Swirley - Not found in the encyclopedia but is when a person gets their head shoved in the toilette bowl and the toilette is then flushed.

Ok so only one defenition could be found, but like I said they are slang expressions.

When I think of these names I only have love in my heart. Sure, sometimes I break out into a rendition of "The Lollipop Guild" every once in a while, but the very thought of my dad's smiling face as he tucked me into bed at night, brings warmth to my very soul.

His New Beat-up Pick-up

2006-03-12T22:30:00.000-06:00

I was so blessed with the father God gave me. He truly personified the characteristics of our heavenly father.

One record cold winter, a couple of years ago, I was using my dad’s truck for some reason. When I was finished with it, I thought I would do him a favor and park it in the garage, out of the elements. I knew if I didn’t put it in the garage, he would have to do it when he got home anyway. Little did I realize the garage door was quite narrow, and putting the truck in was a precise procedure, like a brain surgeon removing a tumor. While pulling in, I heard a terrible noise! Almost that of someone taking their finger nails and scratching them down a blackboard. Panicked, I slowly backed the truck up, turned it off, and got out to see what I had done. Lo and behold, on the passenger side of the vehicle, there was a two foot scratch in the paint. What was I going to do? Dad loved that truck. He was so happy when he bought it near new only a couple of years prior. Well, being brought up in a good Christian home, I was taught never to tell a lie. The punishment for lying was ten times more severe than if I told the truth. So first thing when he walked in the door from a hard day at work, I sprung the tragic news on him. I didn’t even let him get his still frozen coat off, because I figured if I waited too long, then I might chicken out and not want to tell him of the unspeakable deed. The "truth" hit him like a slap across his frostbitten face. He was mad! I apologized profusely and explained that I was only trying to help. He cooled down surprisingly quickly. In fact I don’t think he said another word about it. So how was my father like our heavenly father?? He loved me unconditionally. No matter what I did in life, and Lord knows I wasn’t a saint, he always hugged me and told me he loved me. I confessed my sin and he forgave me just about instantly.

My dad is not with us anymore. He is gone now to be with our Lord and Savior. I never did get to say good-bye to him, but I have all the confidence in the world that the last words were "Love You!"