Monday, April 30, 2007
Saying good bye to my old friend...will be delightful!
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
The answer given was something like...
To not have loved enough. To not have enjoyed life enough. To not have taken advantage of the little moments. To not have appreciated people.
What a good reminder for me to keep perspective on life. Sometimes I think about all the things I want to go do and see. I feel like I miss out sometimes. But truly the sad thing would be not loving every moment I have and not seeing beauty in it. It made me glad that this morning I ignored the messy kitchen, the unmade beds, the laundry, the dirty floor... and I found so much joy playing outside with Kellen! It was so fun to watch him try to walk up and down the hills in the park.
It was a beautiful morning and a couple other moms were out with their kids. I had a cup of coffee with me and good company...a perfect morning! Kellen actually played with Mason. It's amazing to see him learning how to interact. (Although he did make a few mistakes...like hitting him sticks a few times.)
See Mason up at the top? Kellen tried hard to keep up, but he's just a little guy still! I loved his determination. He never gave up or got frustrated. He was yelling saying his usual blabber. I imagined he was yelling at Mason "Slow down! Wait for me!"
Sunday, April 22, 2007
He's learned some new games. A favorite being filling up a basket and emptying it again. This can go on forever... See how serious he is about the task.
He is definately his parents' child. He loves to be outside and will bring his shoes to us to let us know when its time to go outside. I'm pretty sure he is saying "shoes". Kinda sounds like "shes". I'll add it to his "list". The public health nurse told me he should have 5 words by now. "Would I like him referred to a speech pathologist?" "No? Well, then, at 18 months he should have 10 words or we'll be referring him." So, I'm making a list of "words" he says. Doesn't this sound crazy to anyone else? I would think language develops normally at a variety of rates. And, if he is his mothers son, he may not speak well until he is 4! Also, I think he communicates quite well in many ways. He uses the sign for "more" a lot these days. I think his concept of it is "give me want I want". At least I know he is really trying to communicate something to me when he uses it.
Kellen loves dogs. Has absolutely no fear of them. A lick from a dog is delightful to him. Yuck.
His favorite thing lately is brooms. Entertaining for hours. He seems to find a broom wherever we are visiting.
That's Kellen's update for now. He's changing so fast. Did I mention he's been walking for almost a month now? Crazy. He's not my baby anymore.
Saturday, April 14, 2007
We headed off early Sunday morning for the x-country ski trails. We had less then 2 hours, so when Ian suggested we do a loop that was 13.5 km I protested. But he really wanted to do it, and who am I to put the kibosh on an adventure! I was loving the scenery and the quiet morning at first. But as the trail got tougher and I got tired, I started wishing I had protested more loudly. It had been really warm so the snow was abrasive and our sticky wax seemed to do us little good as it quickly disappeared. Skiing was becoming more frustrating than fun in these conditions. We were still trying to hurry so we would make it to church in Estevan. As our 2 hour mark passed and I knew we weren't close yet, I let frustration and tiredness take over my attitude. I actually started to feel like I couldn't make it. I wanted to sit down and give up, because even if I kept going farther, I didn't believe I would be able to make it to the end. My arms hurt. I have to confess at the height of it all, my chin even quivered. My speed had dramatically declined to barely moving. But, around another corner and there it was...the little cabin that let me know we only had 1.6 km to go! We'd made our loop! Soon I was flying along again and enjoying the scenery. It seemed like only minutes after seeing the cabin that I was standing by the car.