Case in point...

B was being unruly this afternoon and landed himself in a timeout in his bedroom.  It was past nap time for him so I left him for a few minutes to see if he would just pass out.  He was so quiet that I thought he had...then I opened his door to this...
He had ransacked his room and found a tin of diaper cream which I didn't even realize we still had kickin' around.  He tried various uses for this extremely thick white cream.  He painted the wall a bit, then wiped his hands on his clothes.  I guess he must have liked how the white highlighted his clothes because then he moved onto his curtains, and his rocking chair cushions.  When he was done and he had leftover white "paint" he decided to see how it would enhance his coif....

*I took these pictures after some lag time so that he doesn't think we are glorifying his naughty behaviour!
I swear, Curious George has nothing on this little monkey.  Sidenote: If your two year old tries this then shampoo will not work!  Try spraying vegetable oil on his head, let it sit for a while and then shampoo.  You may need to do this a few times.  About 30% of it is still in his hair after three shampoos and one very red scalp!

I also performed a dual pom-pom-ectomy last week to extract art supplies out of his nasal cavity.   Let's just say that we did the "good ol' press n' blow" and a tiny, slimy white pom-pom went shooting across the room.  Then for good measure we followed suit on the other side and out flew a globby yellow one.  It hit the wall before it slid to the floor.  Sorry, no pictures of that, though!

B @ 2.5

One of the perks of giving birth to my second child was that I was prepared for that unbelievable moment when you meet your child for the first time. I knew to relish in it. Hold onto it. To cherish and remember the way my cuddly little boy just peacefully looked at me like I was exactly who he was expecting to see. And I let myself love B completely right from the start.  He was such a calm, cool, and collected little baby.  He was perfectly content...I'm sure my memory has rewritten history but I don't even remember him crying...he was so easy to settle down.  Those are nice memories to have, but things have changed.

Now that B is rounding the bend to two and a half he is no longer calm and collected, but he is definitely still cool.  B knows how to enjoy life.  He really loves life and his winning personality just invites you in to love things as much as he does.  At least that is what he is like most of the time.  Other times B loses his mind.  After all, he is two.  He is testing us and trying out all of the stereotypical two year old behaviours that he can think of.  So we are trying to weather the storm...there seems to be a ray of sunshine behind every thunder cloud. 

There are so many cute and comical things B does in a day, it is hard to keep track but here's a few:

• He doesn't walk anywhere, he puts his little hands up and pumps his arms and runs as fast as he can. 
• He is into introducing himself to people by boldly saying, "Hi, I'm B what's your name?"
• He is a total "me-do" insisting on independence in all his daily tasks from tooth-brushing to putting on his shoes.
• He has one-sided conversations with his toys, like today in the car holding a superman figurine saying, "Supaman - you have booooots, you have undawaya, you have a cape, you have awms..."etc...
• He easily scales to the top of the monkey bars with no fear while I nervously spot him from below.
• If I'm holding him in my arms he grabs both sides of my face and enthusiastically smooches both of my cheeks with a loud, "mwah! mwah!" and then laughs hysterically.

This kid is growing up fast!  Always trying to keep up with his older sister and always keeping us entertained...or at least busy!

The me I wanna be...

I am not one of those super cool moms whose kids molded to fit their life...the kids nor I look like we just stepped out of an Anthropologie catalogue. Shopping with the kids ceased to be fun when they stopped sleeping in the stroller. We don't eat exotic meals together, some sort of noodle seems to be involved in every dish I serve. The mere thought of long car rides or air travel is enough to break me into a cold sweat. My life definitely changed to accomodate my kids.  But now they are two and four and there is a little more room in my life for me...so I am reinventing me.  I like me, but I think I could like me even better.  So I haven't exactly sat down and planned anything out.  No major reinvention - I am trying not to overthink this too much.  Just a few tweaks here and there where things are out of tune.

Health is one area where I need to tune up.  I love pasta, bread, chocolate and wine.  It is a family tradition that goes back five generations to eat a spoon of peanut butter every day as the key to longevity.  Who am I to tempt fate?  My favourite people in the world are those who show their love with food (aka RKA)...We are a group of foodies, the lot of us and I don't know if that is ever going to change.  I don't know if I even want it to...

So I have decided to focus on the exercise aspect of health and I have been shocked to find out that exercise actually can be fun (well, sort of)...I have been running with my mommy friends and they make it fun.  We all strap our little ones into various configurations amongst our strollers and then us mommies actually get a little cardio and conversation.  Believe me, there have been some roadside scenes which would make you wonder.  R has had to ride home perched on top of the stroller (don't ask why).  B has had to be seperated and ride in the storage compartment at the back of our "adventure stroller" (again, don't ask why).  Yes, every run is an adventure.  But there is also something satisfying about getting out there rain or shine.  Yesterday there were four mommies hauling 8 kids around our 5ish K loop and a driver in her forties rolled down her window to cheer us on and shout, "Stroller Derby - Woohoo!"...I'm sure we look pretty comical but she's right - you wouldn't want to mess with us!

I have also been doing "The Shred"...I did thirty days and now I am restarting the loop as a supplement to running and yoga.  The thing about the shred is that after I do it I feel sweaty.  And sore.  After yoga I feel calm and fluid.  Problem is the shred is free whereas my yoga class could get pricy if I went more frequently.  I think thirty yoga classes would cost about $300.  Thirty days of the shred is absolutley free costing me only twenty minutes per day plus blood, sweat, and tears. 

I have other lofty goals.  Like really figuring out my camera and photoshop.  I am trying to teach myself these things by surfing blogs and just tinkering with my own photos.  I think the hardest thing right now is catching the right moments and the right aperture and exposure all simultaneously.  When that happens it is like the clouds parting and miracles occuring (I swear, sometimes I can hear the ethereal music).  The nice thing about digital though is that you can enhance the photos when something is off.  My goal is to be able to get better pictures straight out of the camera without spending much time in photoshop.

I'm a thinker. I mull. I ruminate. I chew on ideas for awhile. I have a feminist rant brewing up inside as I type this.  I've got more to say than to just relay cute stories about the kids...but I think my favourite stories are still the ones about the kids...

Here's R&B today on the unseasonably latest snow day I can remember!

Lola was not impressed...

B was beside himself...

R was actually really excited but was making this face...

....and R&B found peace through a common goal (snowman) and a shared shovel on a slippery bridge...

Snowsuits, boots, toques, shovels...it looks like April is also reinventing itself.

Reinvention is liberating and promising.  Don't worry, I'll save my rant for another day.

Carnival!

Hands down - the best thing about being a parent is seeing the world through your children's eyes.  We took them to the carnival on Friday night and their eyes were smiling...

Keepin' busy

Okay, so I'm trying really hard.  Trying to grow these little sprouts into happy and well-adjusted people.  Trying to keep my sanity.  Some days are easier than others and some weeks are just plain hard.  We are coming out of a tough week.  No major incidents or anything - just continual battles from sun-up to sun-down.  From getting dressed, to brushing teeth, to choosing footwear, to negotiating a jacket, to securing in carseat,  (oops - wait, sorry B, I forgot, you need to click it yourself!  Let me undo that buckle so that you can stop wailing and do it back up on your own!), to holding hands in parking lots, to keeping hands to yourself, to eating your yogurt with a spoon rather than smearing it into an art project on the counter with your finger.... and that is all before 10am.  Yes, these kids keep me busy.  So my only defense is to try to keep them busy.  The sun came out yesterday and we were able to undertake a few projects.

We buried a time capsule, and found a worm (both of these events seemed to be equally exciting)...

Gardening is another of our past times...R & B each planted a flower pot for our front steps.  We are going to do a vegetable planter as well.  The kids are excited about growing these seeds on the windowsill.  B's is the pumpkin and R chose the watermelon.  I think I am going to tell them that plants grow better when they are talked to just so that I can eavesdrop and hear what they have to say to their pet plants...

We made these Mickey cake pops in anticipation of our upcoming trip...It turns out that cake pops are a finicky multi-step process - good thing we had these Mickey decorations to cute them up a bit!

It has been crazy busy around here...and super fun...and bloody challenging.  So what if  B refused to get out of his pj`s for the entire day and actually attended Little Readers and a playdate in a rainbow-striped sleeper with dragon gumboots and blue hockey gloves.  So what if at four years old, R doesn`t seem to appreciate the richness of her everyday opportunities.  Motherhood is not a lot of glory, but every once in awhile you get a smile like this and it doesn`t seem to matter...

...and by 7 o`clock when they are tucked in bed it is good to sit and relax.  To laugh at their antics, and our in-the-moment responses.  Parenting on the fly is all anyone really does. 



Photo Safari

The rain has been relentless.  We have been singing those sassy songs, you know "rain, rain go away"...."it's raining, it's pouring - the old man is snoring:...It's a coping mechanism and for some weird reason these little ditties do make you feel slightly better about the downpour. 

We've been trying to head outside anyways but there really are limits to how much fun you can have while being pelted with constant raindrops.  We've done puddlejumping, skipped rocks in the creek, sat in the hot tub with the rain pouring down around us.  We really have been trying to think outside of the box but it is early April and we are needing some inspiration. 

Actually, R and I had a fun afternoon taking a "photo safari" in the rain.  She has been using my old snappy cue camera and is getting pretty good at taking pictures.  I love that we share an interest so I am totally encouraging it!  Here are a few shots from our adventure in our own wet backyard (and to give you an idea of the dreariness factor the autoflash was engaging in the outdoors in the middle of the afternoon!).

R&B

R&B love going to the park.  I like it too - especially if I've got a tea and someone to chat to while watching our monkeys climb!  Today I was lacking the tea but RKA and I took an impromptu trip to one of our favourite parks.  We stayed for over an hour which was pretty good considering that it was only 9 degrees Celsius.  I will admit that I was the first one to pipe up and say that I was cold and ready to hit the road.  I think that the kids could have stayed a lot longer.  Why don't kids feel the cold when they are playing? 

Both of the kids have been challenging themselves to learn new skills on the playground.  B is now completely self-proficient and able to climb everything.  Sometimes my heart skips a beat when he is too high... and I protectively hover underneath him, spotting him in case of a tumble.  But so far we have been fine - no major incidents.  R is also getting more adept and braver than ever.  She can easily hoist herself onto the roof of the train now and she is pretty darn proud of herself!

At two and four they all of a sudden seem so close in age and ability.  B is catching up quickly with his conversation skills and his physical abilities are often as developed as his sisters...but she still likes to lend him a helping hand...

I love the way that she watches out for him.  She loves him so sweetly.  She was at a birthday party today and she was having fun but once he showed up to pick her up she was extra excited, "Look buddy, it's a bouncy castle!  Come bounce, buddy!"  Of course, he got right in there and bounced like a mad man amidst all of the four year old girls' pigtails and tutus. 

Then when we got home tonight, the kids were playing hide and seek and B was hiding in R's closet.  She was opening the door and he was closing it.  Classic. 
Open.  Close. Open. Close. 
Mom enters: "No playing with doors or someone's hands will get hurt!".  Classic. 
Open. Close. Pinch.
B (fingers pinched): "Waaaah!" 
R: Waaaah! 
Mom (while comforting B): "I know B is hurt but why are you crying, R?"
R: "Because I hurt B!...sob...sob! I didn't mean to hurt him!"

Her tender little heart didn't want to be responsible for his pain.  Both were fine after some hugs and a book to distract them from the pain and the heartache.  Man, I love these kids!