Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Pray for Stellan

Please pray for Stellan he is in the hospital fighting for his life!

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

mid-terms and pnemunia

You read that right
my little monkey has pneumonia
it really
really sucks
I am also in smack dab in the middle
of mid-terms
Kael is a coughing wheezy boy
his tempt drops and rises
he vomited all over me this morning
which promptly followed by this gross
brown and green Flem Delicious!
7 days of three new drug on top of the two he get for asthma
yep that 5 different drugs three times a day
and I am still finding time to study finish assignments and clean
and do the laundry
but sleep not so much
next week is reading week
i will have time to post more stuff
like my brothers wedding
which Sir Kael was a ring bearer in
Pictures to come
next week

for now enjoy the slide show that i made for my bros reception

ignore the poor quality original was much better

Sunday, October 11, 2009

Thanks Giving Weekend

Ok so here in the cold north and by that i mean Canada it is Thanks Giving Weekend

In Canada Thanksgiving is celebrated on the second Monday in October. Unlike the American tradition of remembering Pilgrims and settling in the New World, Canadians give thanks for a successful harvest. The harvest season falls earlier in Canada compared to the United States due to the simple fact that Canada is further north.

The history of Thanksgiving in Canada goes back to an English explorer, Martin Frobisher, who had been trying to find a northern passage to the Orient. He did not succeed but he did establish a settlement in Northern America. In the year 1578, he held a formal ceremony, in what is now called Newfoundland, to give thanks for surviving the long journey. This is considered the first Canadian Thanksgiving. Other settlers arrived and continued these ceremonies. He was later knighted and had an inlet of the Atlantic Ocean
in northern Canada named after him - Frobisher Bay.

At the same time, French settlers, having crossed the ocean and arrived in Canada with explorer Samuel de Champlain, also held huge feasts of thanks. They even formed 'The Order of Good Cheer' and gladly shared their food with their Indian neighbours.

After the Seven Year's War ended in 1763, the citizens of Halifax held a special day of Thanksgiving.

During the American Revolution, Americans who remained loyal to England moved to Canada where they brought the customs and practices of the American Thanksgiving to Canada. There are many similarities between the two Thanksgivings such as the cornucopia and the pumpkin pie.

Eventually in 1879, Parliament declared November 6th a day of Thanksgiving and a national holiday. Over the years many dates were used for Thanksgiving, the most popular was the 3rd Monday in October. After World War I, both Armistice Day and Thanksgiving were celebrated on the Monday of the week in which November 11th occurred. Ten years later, in 1931, the two days became separate holidays and Armistice Day was renamed Remembrance Day.

Finally, on January 31st, 1957, Parliament proclaimed...

"A Day of General Thanksgiving to Almighty God for the bountiful harvest with which Canada has been blessed ... to be observed on the 2nd Monday in October.

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

nothing like I thought

Motherhood is nothing like I thought it would be. It is so much more.

Kael is in daycare and I am in the full swing of school. This is where single parenting starts. I didn't realize how hard it would be to juggle school, daycare, and spending time with my little guy. On top of that is the fact that my friends have social lives. Don't get me wrong, I would never even think of trading my son for a social life, but when you are run down from running everywhere, you get a little jealous of regular people with regular lives. When people complain about trivial things, I find myself thinking "Now imagine doing that, going to school, raising a baby, and walking to school everyday in five feet of snow, uphill both ways! That would seem easy!" Ok, so when I think to myself, I exaggerate a little.

Besides the mental juggling and schedule juggling, there is juggling a baby, a diaper bag, a book bag, grocery bags, a bucket of laundry, and getting them all from the car to your place in one trip, in one piece, because you can't leave the baby in the house while you go to get the next load. Easier said then done.

I'm not going to lie, sometimes I wish daycare was open 24/7 so I can sleep somewhere in there. Driving from daycare to school, driving home every weekend to visit family, remembering to eat three meals a day, getting my homework done, and taking care of kaels needs (you try reading "Sociology ", which is every bit as exciting as it sounds), while your 15 month old who just learned how to say ball and is screaming BAWH!! At the top of his lungs well, it gets exhausting. By the time the day ends, I put Kael to bed, spend two hours doing dishes and picking up, scrubbing off, and organizing messes I didn't during the day, which gives me a solid hour to relax, watch a show, get into pajamas, and collapse into bed, just in time for Kael to wake up to play because midnight has become the cool time to play.

So why do I do it?

The comfort of knowing I am doing everything I can to give my son the best life I can, the life he deserves. The joy when I see his face light up with excitement when I pick him up from daycare. The pride as he accomplishes each new thing, gaining more and more independence every day. The feel of his little arms when they wrap around my neck, knowing without a doubt that I am all he wants, all he needs.