When we moved into our current home, the main thing we looked for was space. I tend to buy very large furniture, so this was very important! So, when we found this home, 5 years ago we were thrilled. I have never liked my kitchen, and we bought the house with the intention of gutting most of it out and renovating...little did we know, with children this is a hard task. 

With our last home we were able to completely renovate the entire home (floors, walls, ceilings etc) within 2 short months, I never thought 5 years later I would be staring at the same orange cupboards that I hated on day one. My husband is not the 'do it yourself' type of person, and we hardly have time to ourselves, let alone have time to get someone to come and design a new kitchen for us....lets not even get started on the overall costs involved.

So, as I sat staring at those orange cupboards, I decided to take matters into my own hands... after-all how hard could it be? And what would we lose anyway?

Here is a photo of our kitchen before:
Dark, boring and pretty much not my style at all....

Rustoleum paint for cupboards was my solution! No sanding, no priming, just straight paint and sealer! Now that is my kinda project...off I went...
This project did take a little longer than I expected because I had to paint the framing, the inside and outside of the cupboards and take each one off the hinges ALONE....but here I am almost DONE!!
I love my NEW cupboards, and the price point (just over $100) and by the end of this weekend it will all be FINISHED!! Now off to my next project....transforming my orange fence (the previous owners must have loved that colour) to Grey.....
Wish me luck!!
 
 

A while back a few friends an I got together for a play date with our little ones, and of course the topic of genitalia and body parts came up. I was amazed (maybe a bit naive) to hear that my friends refer to their children's body parts by names other than penis or vagina....what? I have to admit, my parents thought it was strange that I started to call my children's genitalia by the proper names too in the beginning. But, naturally they changed and prefer now that I have taught them to recognize their bodies and be comfortable with who they are. 

I really thought that this 'trend' ended with our parents who were too embarrassed to say the real names-- guess not.

Why does this happen in today's day and age, haven't we evolved? 

Hummm....guess not.

On the contrary, my friends thought that calling my children's body parts by their 'proper' names was plain weird and uncomfortable. You know what's weird to me? Calling a penis a 'peanut' and a vagina a 'flower'....and uncomfortable?....don't get me started.....come on people! Is it just me? Can you imagine poor 'Bobby' dating someday, and referring to their penis as a peanut? Now that is uncomfortable and embarrassing don't you think? 

We went on to talking about sexuality and the whole 'where babies come from' talk. I realized I was the minority. I talk to my kids about everything. Even if it means it is embarrassing for me....i spill it. I mean, in my opinion they will learn the truth one day, wont they? Why not start from day one?

What do you call your children's body parts?

 
 

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Ok seriously, I don't believe there is a single soul on the face of this earth that does not regard their birthday as 'just a number.' I mean, every year your body, mind and overall make-up changes as a whole, so it is impossible that you feel the same way you felt when you were 10, years later at 50....come'on!!

I may seem a little bitter....that's because I will be celebrating my birthday tomorrow...

Don't get me wrong, I love birthdays, and I love getting older, but things just change when you reach that point somewhere over 30!! Aside from the obvious changes like body sagging in the wrong places and the unexpected acne that has returned from the teen years...its just different!  In my mind yes, I agree, I am the same teenager that still squeals every time she sees a photo of Lenny Kravitz--who wouldn't? lol However, with all this time that has passed, I am starting to realize that time is slowly ticking away and so am I....

"After age 30, the brain begins to lose about 50,000 neurons per day - shrinking the brain .25% each year." -  http://www.funfactz.com

I see my children now, and they are so innocent, so full of life and vitality, and I often wonder where that person is inside of me. Now, as a 'grown-up' there isn't much time for creativity, freedom and SLEEP let alone, jumping (hurts now) and frolicking without thinking twice that something may break. This week, I have been thinking....

With all the horrible changes, great changes happen too! As I near the end of this post, I am reminded that my life so far is perfect, planned exactly the way I envisioned, I am able to enjoy what matters most and have the freedom to do whatever I want. Who could ask for anything more?

Not me.

Well, maybe keeping a few thousand neurons would help the process...but....

This year I am not going to regard my birthday as 'just a number' instead, admire those who do not care to place an age on happiness...I am happy and excited to turn *cough* 32!!

Happy Birthday to me!
 
 
Do your children carry a Lovely? Are they attached to a cute little bear or a blanket? Some kids have these transitional objects for comfort or for bedtime....

Not mine. I guess you would say that I am a lucky parent because often a Lovely is hard to take away from a child. NOPE NOT LUCKY AT ALL! Instead of using a cute bear or a blanket, my children have a real life Lovely....are you ready for this?

When I first had Cookie, he was beyond colicky. After many sleepless nights, rocking, swaying, and pretty much trying everything, he found solace in my hair. Yup, MY HAIR! He would rub it and hold it with such affection that it became the only way to 'soothe' him....to the point of no return. I could never wear my hair up because he would cry, and scream. This was fine and easy to manage, until I realized that as the years went on, he has not let go of his weird obsession. So, here we are 5 years later....and at bedtime I lay next to him and he holds my hair for 5 minutes until he is out like a light. I know a lot of people would say that for a 5 year old he should be sleeping without anything, and on his own, but to tell you the truth 5 minutes of hair holding is a short amount of time to ensure he is asleep and happy.

Now onto Neigh....we thought Cookie's weird Lovely was the worst it could get, until we had Neigh. Its funny, Neigh did not become 'attached' to anything until a few moths ago when he stopped nursing. Yes, I nursed him until he was 2.5, but he just wouldn't get off!! When this happened, he became attached to ....are you ready....my chest!! Yup! let the criticism begin! Hair obsession seems little compared to this, doesn't it? I always said that I would be the type of mom that makes herself available to whatever her child needs.....until now. This odd 'boob' obsession has to STOP!! Imagine Neigh being a 5 year old boy who holds his mom's boob to fall asleep? lol
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This was on vacation in Cuba. Imagine the space between them is where I lay...

Children are funny, unique characters.....I love that everyday is a new adventure....but BOOBS!!!??? Come'on!

Do your children have a strange transitional object or lovely? 

 
 
Let me start off by saying this is my first 'personal' post. I am finally ready to let my readers into MY world. So sit back, hold on and get ready for the laughs, the tears and all the things I experience on a daily basis! This blog portion of Lil'sugar will be updated every Friday. This is an introduction...

Most people who know me and my family think we are NUTS! I am not afraid to admit it, but we are. We love whole-heartedly, and devote our entire beings to one another. This is sometimes not always the way to go. You see, I am finding that more and more these days people are showing themselves to the world one way, and actually living another--the illusion. When I had my first born, who I call 'Cookie,' I endlessly tried to 'fit in' and keep up with the world around me. In the town where I live people are ALWAYS dressed to perfection, wealthy and appearing to be living the 'dream.' Picture hollywood, only a lot smaller and not as talented. Don't get me wrong, there are a lot of good people here and these people are probably nice people....but this is what people see from the outside looking in.

I later realized that with the dependence of family members, nannies and the lack of employment this is an easy task. I decided to SCREW fitting in and START living and doing what I wanted to do with my family. For people that know me they know I am not a completely sane person either. I have beliefs and I hold on to them very strongly. 


A few things to note about me: 
- I get annoyed by the lack of parental involvement with children nowadays 
- I am a paranoid parent in terms of 'letting go' (a.k.a 'bubble mama')
- I am obsessed with children's fashion, food, toys....anything child-related really
- I hate characters on clothing and despise subjecting my children to my own choice movies, t.v shows, characters and opinions.
- I am  a hands-on mama- try to do EVERYTHING possible with and for my children- even if it means sleeping on the floor.
- I believe in letting my children express themselves freely 
- I think rules should be rules and everyone has them

....sounds crazy doesn't it? But, this is an honest look at me.
So who would marry such a crazy woman?
Meet 'J' - he's a laid back, quiet guy who won't admit it, but has always had a crush on me ;) I met him years before we started dating and had immense hatred for him....until one day....well, the rest is history! Here we are 7 years later, bickering constantly (well, mostly I bicker), with 2 kids and a dog....who would have thought? 


The Kidlets:
They look innocent don't they? Like I said, its all an 'illusion,' looks can be deceiving. Although they are CRAZY and keep me sleep-deprived, mis-matched and always on the run, these guys are my life. 'Cookie' is a super-charged ball of energy, inquisitive, and bright beyond his years --we often refer to him as the polish kid in the family (we still can't figure out the blonde hair, blue eye thing). Then there is 'Neigh' a boy who started off quiet, sweet and innocent and is now joining forces with his older brother both intellectually and annoyingly ;) My days and nights are often with them, laughing, dancing, dressing-up, playing barbies (who says boys don't play with barbies?) and baking...something has to keep them occupied right? Since, 'J' is hardly ever home (works a lot) I have devoted my time completely to them....my world for the next 19 years (probably longer).
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brotherly love?

So there you have it....we are all a little whacked in our own quirky ways. Over the next few posts you will realize that we are all on different than one another, and maybe, just maybe I am the craziest of all!