Monday, October 27, 2014




I love my Mom.

I love how she looks right through what I am to who I am and loves me. I love how what I do means so much to her, and yet it means so little to her, because either way it’s just that it’s me that gives it meaning.

I love thinking back to my childhood because of my Mom. I can remember so little of so much, but so much of the little things that she said or did for me. They shaped me. They built me. They guided me. The gentle touch of her kind words and sweet tone were the anchor of my life for so long.

I trusted her when she warned me of danger, and it kept me from it. I heard her when she would encourage me to do the right thing and be the right kind of young man, and I never regret when I heeded her. She taught me sobriety, propriety, and effort. I believed her when she taught me respect and honour for those things honourable and respectable. I believed her when she taught me of God, of respect for Him, and how He is worthy of our honour.


My Mom seems simple sometimes, perched in her quiet observance. Rarely does she speak up and stick her nose into my business, but when she does, I’m listening. I know she doesn’t know everything, but I also know I never wish I hadn’t heard what she had to say. Besides, she usually says it in the middle of a hug. You know the hugs I mean. The hug that is like the world is okay and nothing is wrong. It cures depression and obsession. It’s that mom-hug that quenches anger and regret. There’s just something super powerful about the trouble-melting energy from a hug from Mom. In fact, I kind of want one right now.

I owe my mom so much. She works so hard for me. She gives so much for me. It’s true that one of the greatest of things this world has to offer is a mother like my mother. I wouldn’t change her a bit, and I wouldn’t trade her for anything.


I love you Mom. (And.. and your pies. mmmm)



- Scott

Friday, October 17, 2014

Making Fun of Mom and Such

I don’t know what I’d do without my girls. Seriously. Last weekend was Thanksgiving, but my sister had to work so we decided to change the date so that she could be here. After a weekend away, and then a long weekend, we were a few lessons behind on the school work, house work, groceries, laundry… Yep, just about everything. Then our washer decided to die. Like, sounded as if it were about to explode, sent-little-kids-screaming-and-running-down-the-stairs kind of died. Lily explained to me that it was saying, “Fix me! Fix me!” Sadly, it’s just not worth the price of fixing this time. So, I got up early today and took Eve, Ella, and Addy grocery shopping for our late Thanksgiving dinner. Two stores and a few hundred dollars later we came home to a clean house. Now let me clarify that this is NOT the norm. I have had my fair share of “Mom, so and so is doing such and such!” phone calls. Followed by denial in the background and me threatening to lock them all in their rooms when I get home if they don’t get along and let Scott sleep. (Just kidding about the locking them in their rooms part. Kinda.) But the odd time, they decide to do all of the Thursday chores while I’m out (Thursday is our big clean up day) and surprise me. I like that kind of surprise.

Even if it was only because they wanted me to take them to the library after I got back from shopping for a new washer and dryer with Scott…

Last weekend we were able to get out and do our family pictures for the Christmas card. I don’t want to share many yet, because… well, because I like keeping them a surprise for the card! But I posted this one of my kids on Instagram…


The glare from the sun was so strong that I couldn’t really make out much on my display at the time, but when we got home and I saw Ella… it gave me a good laugh. Apparently she thought that everyone was posing. That same, sweet little Ella told me how much she likes to cuddle with me the other night. In her words, “I love to cuddle on your shoulder. It’s so comfy. It has lots of chub!” As she snuggled in.

Um… thanks?

She really did mean it as a compliment though. Haha!

I have to share one more picture from the shoot. I wouldn’t have even thought to take this, but Keona requested a picture with her Dad.


She loves him. And it doesn’t get much sweeter than watching my husband with his girls.

Ok… one more… I can’t resist!

I decided to do one of Scott with his 7 daughters, but everyone was getting really cold and annoyed. I begged them to co-operate for just a few more frames and Scott cracked some joke about me. NOTHING makes my kids laugh harder than Scott making fun of me for some reason.

It runs in the family…


And then we left and got McDonald’s ice cream on the way home, because everyone wants to eat ice cream when they’re freezing cold!


My birthday necklace came in the mail this week! It says each of my babies’ names, and has each of their birthstones. Well, actually it’s currently missing one birthstone, but The Vintage Pearl was great about correcting it and has already mailed it out!


Eve has become my go-to photographer when I’m in a shot. She has been taking Addy’s monthly pics and has shown a real interest in photography.

 first 4 months

I love that she takes in-between shots. They’re usually my faves…


She’s currently practicing using my camera in manual mode.

Lily was not very co-operative for pictures. She’s not very co-operative for much lately. I put her to bed the other night and she kept insisting that she “doesn’t know how to sleep”…

I told her she may have to go see the doctor and she says, “Noooo! I don’t want to go to the doctor!” Seeing as she’s never had a bad experience, I asked her why not. Her reply, “Because I want to go to the vet!”


She can be sweet too though. (See… Sour Patch Kid) She hugged Scott the other morning and asked if she could sing him a song. He said, “Sure. I love when you sing!” She then proceeded to sing the song “I’ll love you forever, I’ll like you for always. As long as I’m living…” and then she changed the last line to, “I’ll love you da-ddy!”

Really wish I had that on video.

Well, it’s late and I’m getting up early to finish decorations for Thanksgiving with the girls. Until next week…


Friday, October 10, 2014

Babies, Breakfasts, & Bats

Every single week I tell myself that I’m going to start blogging again, and (obviously) I don’t. Sometimes it’s late and I’d rather have a tea and read a book. Lately, Keona has me reading her teenager books. But yeah, now that I have kids in the house up as late (or later) than me…  I don’t necessarily feel like using my half an hour of alone time to blog. Then I read an old story from when Ella was a baby. Or look at my 365 from when she was a toddler… and it makes me want to blog again. It reminds me that I don’t have to write about something inspiring or ground breaking. Just a journal. And if it happens to make you smile or encourage someone else along the way- great!


Little Addy is going to be 4 months old this weekend. The last four months of pregnancy went so SLOWLY and yet the first 4 months of her life have flown by. She can now roll from tummy to back (she’s a tummy sleeper), she giggles when you poke her belly, she weighs over 12lbs, and she sleeps about 6-7 hours straight every night.


She is a happy baby for the most part. Though that could be because she is always in someone’s arms. She likes her routine. We recently spent the weekend in North Bay and she was absolutely miserable! She missed her crib and didn’t sleep as well in bed with me. She pretty much just punched me over and over again all night long. No crying. No whining. She just hits.


Lily is turning 3 soon. She reminds us that her birthday is next and she wants “a yellow cake, a Tiana, and a Belle!” She says, “willn’t” instead of won’t and spends her mornings playing with her Little People and watching “Super Why”. At least it’s educational. Right? The highlight of her day, is eating Scott’s breakfast with him. Every afternoon when Scott comes downstairs, Charity makes him a breakfast sandwich. And every afternoon Lily asks him to save her some. So he always saves the last quarter of his sandwich for her. It’s pretty cute.


She also likes me to “save her some tea.”


I am really working on slowing down this year. Being present every day, and not rushing the kids. We’re making time for nature walks during the fall, trips to the library during the school day, art tutorials, sewing lessons, kids helping me grocery shop each week, and cook dinner every night…

It is not always easy for me to go at their pace. My natural urge is to want to get things done quickly and properly. (Confession: I’m a perfectionist!) So letting Ella grate the cheese, or Jeddy help cut up veggies, or Lily roll out pitas… Well, it can try my patience and urge to takeover. However, the more that I do it, and see that it’s ok if dinner is 20 minutes later than planned, or none of the pitas are round, or we didn’t get to science today… because my girls learned how to make another meal, Lily was so proud of helping mom make the pitas, and Jeddy is finally enjoying books… the more I see that it’s a good trade off. A good investment of time.


Almost every time I go out alone with the kids I have someone ask me, “How do you do it?” Or if we talk about homeschooling or my photography, “How do you have time for everything?”


The truth is… I don’t.


I wish there were more hours in the day -most days. If we get extra school work done, I didn’t get to spend time with Scott that afternoon. If my business is doing well, the housework is piling up. If we went to the library and park, we’re eating pizza for dinner. If the house is spotless, we probably didn’t spend as much time on our devotions. If the laundry is caught up, I haven’t slept… ha! But seriously… It’s a constant juggling act of priorities. There is never a day when I don’t have to decide what I’m going to sacrifice for something that’s more important at the moment.

I think it’s that way for everyone.

You decide what’s most important to you, and you make time for it.


On a lighter note, I was leaving a store with the kids when a man pulled up beside the van after I had gotten everyone in and motioned for me to roll down the window. He just wanted to ask if they were all my kids… but as he left one of the kids asked, “Why did he do that thing with his hand?” Referring to the “roll down the window” motion. Apparently, my kids have never had to *roll* down a window.


One more quick story for the books… as we were on a walk through a ravine Elijah shouted, “Look! There’s a bat!”

It was still light out and we were in a pretty open area, so I was questioned, “Are you sure it isn’t just a bird?”

Still staring into the trees, he said, “Um.. not unless it’s hanging upside down sleeping!”

I walked over and looked about 10 feet away to see a little black bag stuck in the tree. I laughed and said, “Hun, that’s a bag!”

Not joking at all- he says, “What? But it’s furry!”

I’m thinking that it’s a good thing we have eye appointments booked for next week…


I asked each of the kids to name something that they were thankful for and Elijah said, “I’m thankful that I have at least one brother.”


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