Tale from a technically challenged mom

So, I went to the bargain store in town tonight and it happened to be a midnight madness event. I picked this MP3 player up for a good deal I thought and then looked at reviews and going prices online to see if I actually wanted to keep it for the kids, and I thought I definately did. Kellen always wants one song repeated constantly when we are driving and I thought this would solve the problem. He can play it himself. Plus Lanelle loves to bounce whenever she hears any music and I always think I should play more music for them, which I thought this device would help with also... Anyhow, I forgot how technically challenged I am. To get this thing figured out, a song off a CD, into the right format and onto this #&$* thing took me 2 whole hours! I thought I'd have it filled with music over an hour ago. Now I'm so tired I'm going to bed, and I've only added ONE song. What was I thinking?? I know it should be simple, but I guess I'm super old fashioned. I like my music on a CD in my hand. I can handle that.

Anyhow, at least I finally have a Christmas present for Lanelle. Tomorrow I should be able to add more. I think I know what I'm doing now. Goodnight.

It was a wild party...

Kellen had his preschool Christmas party last night. As you can tell from Lanelle's hair that night...it must have been pretty crazy! They started the party at 5:30 at Echo Lodge and sang for the residents. Kellen did pretty good keeping up on some of the songs. Most of the other kids are 4, not 2. He at least showed his enthusiasm by clapping wildly after every song.

After the singing we moved next door for a big supper, Santa, goody bags, sugar cookies, candy canes, a magic show (that was amazing!), then cake (cause the kids weren't wild enough already, sheesh!), a family craft, and presents for the kids. I think it was almost 9 when we got home. Quite the party I thought for preschoolers. Ian and I pretty much did the craft on our own, since Kellen was busy running around in his crazed sugar state. We decorated a wire tree (lights and every kind of christmas decoration you could image) and were quite happy to hang it in our front window and light it up so now we are showing the neighbours that we do have some holiday spirit!

Thanks for all the comments on the previous "down on the holiday season" post. Glad to know I'm not the only one who feels that way sometimes and thanks for the encouragements! I haven't listened to the song yet Laurie, but I will look for it soon! Since we are almost done with the shopping, I feel much more excited about Christmas.

My wonderful singer

Kellen really loves to sing, but he doesn't like to perform on command. He let me video him so I thought I'd better share, cause he probably won't do it live for you. Sorry for the multiple videos, but I really couldn't pick. I thought they were all so great.

Singing "daddy's song" as he calls it. A folk song - whistling gypsy - in case you can't understand him.

This is part of his bedtime song that he calls the moon song. Sorry if you get dizzy when he proceeds onto "Bob," it made me dizzy.

Holiday Spirit Anyone?

I don't think I have much. I can't say that I'm excited. I'm thinking more about what needs to be done and all the things I haven't done yet. Our neighbours are giving us a hard time about being the only ones without lights on the house. My thoughts are more about the waste of power and the time to put them up. I really hate shopping, so that part of Christmas is hard for me. Is there something wrong with me? Do I have to like all those traditions to have holiday spirit? I don't want my kids to have memories of mom being grouchy.

I wish the holiday season was less about doing things and more about being. Wouldn't it be nice just to be able to look forward to being together with family? I'm going to try hard though to just look forward to the things I like about it. Mostly time with family. I hope my kids have great memories about time with family and cousins, like i did.

After Christmas, I hope I have more pictures like these... Ariana and Lanelle pulling out all Grandma'a towels.

This week I hope we get a tree set up and have fun memories from doing it. I hope I get some baking done and we can enjoy some Christmas music and hot chocolate with the fresh goodies. And I hope I get inspired and excited about the season. Even with the busyness and traditions, I hope I can teach my kids what Christmas is really about.

Fresh Snow

We woke up to fresh snow. Kellen of course wanted to make a snowman and couldn't grasp my explaination of why it wasn't the right kind of snow. In spite of the million "why's??" I enjoyed the feeling a new white world gives me. I love the freshness.

Our new life is feeling fresher all the time. We've all adjusted although I might not say we are all well adjusted. Lanelle is being a bum. She woke up when I went to bed last night at 11 and was up until 2am. I would have gladly given her away. Ian disappeared to the spare bed in the basement at about 11:30. I was up at 6:30 cutting the fresh bread from the breadmaker for Ian. I think I snarled something at him on my way back to bed when he asked if I'd buttered a piece of it for him. Some mornings I do better than others at getting up to have breakfast with him. Not even the smell of fresh bread made me want to stay awake and eat with him today. Hoping this might be one of the mornings the kids would sleep in a bit didn't help. About 2 minutes after I heard Ian leave, Kellen was awake. Two minutes after that, Lanelle was awake. I could have cried I wanted more sleep so badly. It's not the vision I had of our new life. I thought I'd be able to get more sleep. Taking turns with a sleepless baby. Yeah, right! A nice breakfast together every morning!?!

Of course, we should have it together by lunch time, right? Zucchini cream soup sounded good for lunch, but half way into it I realized I had no evaporated milk in the cupboard. Load up the kids to run to the store. Lanelle's grouchy when we get home. Can't seem to get the soup finished, trying to feed her, getting antsy knowing Ian will walk through the door soon. He makes enough of bitter comment about being hungry and just making himself a pb sandwich that I get frustrated. Hmm..so nice to all be together, eh?

But we do love our new life. We all think its wonderful. I guess the "perfect" picture I had is replaced by a more realistic one. And there wasn't too much pain involved. I see that the kids are responding very differently to Daddy. I sure enjoyed being able to run out to spin class at the gym last night. It was so nice to talk about the day in the hot tub last night and share stories about Kellen's antics and Lanelle's new things instead of me relaying them to Ian over the phone. Too many wonderful things to list them all. It's a good life.

More...and the downstairs.

Down the hallway...3 rooms down there and a big furnace room/laundry room.

Don't bother making fun of our tiny tv. We've heard it all.

It's looks big and empty now, but it only takes a few minutes for the floor to be covered with toys.

So, we've got lots of room. Visit us anytime.

More...of the upstairs

I love the big bathroom, but really can't wait to paint it...

You can tell it was built in the 70s. Nice mirror at the end of the hallway!

Some people around here have said to me, "doesn't that house have a small kitchen?" It seems huge to me and its more than adequate.

Someday I'll buy a sofa table and get the lamps up off the floor behind the couch.

Yes, there are empty cupboards and drawers!!