Ever sit and wonder what goes on behind your child's eyes? I mean, ever try to visualize the world that surrounds you through their simple, inquisitive nature that is life?

I had a vision, and it's beautiful.

While walking Cookie to school the other day, he became intrigued by the 'wishes' that covered his school lawn. He's seen them before, but today was different. The sky was dark and the clouds set off a cool color to the earth below, and cookie giggled as we walked. He was giggling so hard that I had to ask why....

"It's amazing" he said.
"What is?"
"The school lawn is covered with purple wishes"...
I thought for a moment then replied. "Purple?" 

Finally it clicked in, Cookie is color blind and with the darkness of the sky and the soft whitish-grey of the dandelions he saw that entire field covered in purple!

Imagine that? All I could think of was how amazing it would be to see what he saw...and for a moment I lived it through his giggles! I still smile thinking about how beautiful that day must have seemed to him.
 
 
 
I am a mama that worries...A LOT.

I worry that my children will go out into this world that is not safe anymore, I worry about how they will adapt to a harsh reality that is today. I worry that they will be too 'soft' to mesh well with others, and I worry that they will never ever get to see all the beauty that truly is around them.

Reality sucks. 

In light of the past events that have happened both last week and yesterday's bombings, restoring faith in humanity is really hard--especially when you are a protective mother. Nothing will ever cover the fear that I feel in my heart for my little angels, but I know that without compassion and love, we as a society will never evolve to something safe. 

My children taught me something yesterday. 

World events are horrible--yes. But what's worse is dwelling on the negative instead of watching every beautiful act that is happening right around us. Children see fun and beauty in such simple things, and I think it is about time we (I) start thinking the same way too.

Be thankful for what you have in the moment, never forget what has happened, and move forth with a little compassion--the world will see it!
 
 
Who would have thought that the amount of publicity and controversy surrounding hairstyles would be such a big topic in todays day and age. I am writing with response to the latest story about the Kindergarten boy who was suspended because of his mini-Mohawk. Take a look at this adorable 6 year old boy who was suspended from KINDERGARTEN because his hair was a 'distraction' to students. Does that mean Maddox Jolie-Pitt should be banned from the covers of millions of news stands?

Isn't everything distracting for a bunch of 6 year old children? I mean, if a child showed up to school wearing a sparkly necklace or something, wouldn't the entire class want to look at it?

This topic hits home personally to me, simply because my son started school with dreadlocks. At first, I have to admit many parents had a problem with his (adorable) hair, but his classmates did not know any different...until their parents infringed their opinions on him. I have to say, children in general are accepting of differences, however it seems that as adults we place so many biases on things like hairstyle. Would a 5 or 6 year old actually be 'distracted' or prejudiced to another child if he/she had different hair without the notion placed in their mind from their parents? Probably not.

Here a a few pics of the MANY hairstyles my oldest has sported...he loves his hair!
Seems that the world has evolved to a place where we are actually backtracking....sad.

We need to stop the hatred, personal bias' and start loving and embracing differences in our society. Hair is not going to hurt anyone, but war and negativity will.

What do you think? Was the school 'going too far'?
 
 

Tomorrow will be the day I let my little boy take a bus.

To most, this is not much of a leap or even a thought....
but to me...
It is the biggest event of my life.

I have managed to let him go to school, though it was hard, by convincing myself that I am 1 block away if he needs me. I have stocked him, made sure I was there 10 minutes early for drop-off and pick up, and I have counted the seconds until the bell rings every evening...just to see his smile.

But this...

Alone in the scary world, on a bus without ME....I can't breathe!
The anxiety and thoughts of 'what if' will not leave me. 

I know he needs to grow, I guess all children do. 
If I had known that motherhood would be this difficult, I surely would not have had two.

Until tomorrow I wait anxiously. 
Counting the seconds, 
Minutes,
and hours...


Until my baby can tell me of all the wonderful things he did on his own...without ME.

Perhaps it will get easier, or in my case, even harder...

But I guess that is what happens, when little people grow.



**To my sons, who are my life, my loves, my entire being. I wish I could stop the clocks and keep you in my arms forever. Have fun on your trip Cookie, I can't wait for you to give me a big hug when you return <3

 
 
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!