What Is Your Most Proud Moment? – 100 Day Blog Challenge – Day 53

Proud Moments

Wedding Day 2005.
I like to joke and say Elijah
was the silent witness at the ceremony.

This is a very simple blog post.  There are 3 moments that I hold very near and dear to my heart.  The first is the day I got married.  I remember it like it was yesterday.  We were already engaged for about a year and a half and then we found out in January ’05 we were going to be a family.  So, we decided to get married in the courthouse, and it worked out perfect.  We joke all the time and say that the Man in Black married us, because he looked like Johnny Cash.  He was very serious with us, too.  He sat down with us prior to the ceremony and asked point blank, “Are you serious about this?”  Then he asked again, “Are you serious about this?  This is not something to be taken lightly and if you’re not serious, I will not perform the ceremony.  I appreciated that talk because it showed how much he values marriage.  It was a great ceremony, and we just celebrated 9 years in March.


2005 – Elijah’s first official photo.  It’s amazing how far
we’ve come from that day.

The other proud moments are the birth of my children. It goes without saying that these boys have made my life complete.  Elijah, my oldest, almost didn’t make it, and we call him our miracle baby.  We had a couple scares during this pregnancy.  First, there was the possiblity of him being a down’s baby.  There was a chance he had Trisomy-21, and we had to go over to IWK Children’s Hospital in Halifax for further testing.  After taking the Maternal Serum testing, it turned out he was fine, no signs of down’s, but regardless of the outcome, we were going to see the pregnancy to term.  He was a full-term baby, but there were complications on delivery day, which lead to an emergency C-section and he wasn’t breathing when he was born.  Both his lungs collapsed, he had to be revived and was ulitmately flown over to the IWK.  I didn’t get to hold him or hear him cry until he was two days old.  Today, you couldn’t tell he had any complications and he’s about to turn 9 this year.

2008 – Justus makes his appearance into the world.

Justus, our middle child, was very emotional time when it came to his birth.  We were excited, nervous, scared and on pins and needles.  I know I was because all I kept thinking about was 2 1/2 years earlier.  It was another c-section and this time, we all heard a cry.  I cried, hubby cried, the staff in the room cried, and it was the best sound I ever heard.  Justus turned 6 this year, is finishing up Kindergarten and is simply thriving.  He’s a little reserved, quiet and sometimes likes to be on his own, but he is so smart.  He loves to build, draw, color and design.  He fell in love with building blocks at 6 months and would color-coordinate the blocks as if it were second nature to him.  He’s the same way today, and heaven help anyone who tries to mess up his creations.  He can be very quiet, but when he makes his presence known, watch out.  That’s the Taurus coming out of him.  He also has a smile that will melt your heart.

2009 – Isaac at 2 days old.  This is one of
my favorites.  He still makes this face when
he sleeps. 

As for Isaac, our youngest, well, he was always a spit-fire, even in utero.  Again, we had a scare and the possiblity of down’s, so it was back to IWK for further testing, which later showed he was fine.  Isaac’s journey into the world was also interesting.  This was right around the time of H1N1.  The day before our scheduled c-section, it seemed like everyone was getting the H1N1 vaccine (shots) and this ended up being a family affair.  Can you imagine sitting there, one day before my surgery getting the H1N1 shot?  Anyhow, that happened, and the following Friday morning, I was on my way to the hospital.  Isaac came into the world letting everyone know he was here and let his presence be known.  I remember because of the H1N1 fiasco, visitors were only limited to one family member a day, and thankfully, the boys got to see their brother before it was enforced.  Isaac is very fun-loving and always has a smile and a “hi” for everyone.  He feels it’s his job to make everyone smile.  He will be 5 this year, and can’t wait to start Kindergarten in the fall.

So, these are my proud moments; moments that I wouldn’t trade for anything.

My best creations.


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When it Comes to Motherhood, There’s No Cookie Cutter Solution – 100 Day Blog Challenge Day 8

A Mother’s Job is Never Easy (or Done)


When my boys were younger or when people would hear I’m a Mom of 3 boys, the immediate response was, “Boy, you’ve got your hands full.”  To be in honest, in the beginning, I didn’t see what was the big deal.  For the most part, they got along FAMOUSLY and were so cooperative.  I told them to do something, and they did it (most of the time) without too much arguing.  I just didn’t see the big deal.

Fast forward to 2014, and now I see the big deal.

My boys are now 8, 6 (in 2 weeks) and 4.  The way they act lately, you would think they were in their 30s or 40s.  Today felt like the day from HELL!!!  They weren’t listening, they were fighting, attitudes, meltdowns, on and on and on!!!

You know, I can totally see them
like this 10 years from now…
The first instance happened while I was taking a shower (yeah, even to do THAT takes skilled planning.)  Anyhow, I’m enjoying a little me time (I’ll take it whenever and wherever I can) and then it sounds like World War 3 hit.  First, a loud scream, followed by a screeching cry and yelling.  So much for a relaxing shower.  When I get out there to “diffuse” the situation, they’re upset because one won’t listen, another comes over to intervene and act like the “parent” so the other 2 start a mutiny and….the domino effect at its worst.

This wasn’t necessarily the first instance, but I made it crystal clear that under NO circumstances are they to wreak havoc.  Yeah, that worked out famously.  In the end, since they decided to act up with me in the room, I grounded them from video games for a week and put the fear of God in them that much worse would happen if they didn’t smarten up.

Decisions, Decisions

There are days when it feels as if EVERYTHING I’m doing as a Mom is wrong or I’ve missed the mark.  What’s the right way to raise the boys?  When do you step in and discipline?  Is it too harsh?  Is it too lenient?  Is anything getting through to them?  Do they even CARE?!?!?!  What’s the right answer?

I’ve come to realize that when it comes to parenting, there is NO right answer.  What works for one may not necessarily work for the other.  This doesn’t really give me a lot of comfort, because it would be nice if the bickering wouldn’t be at RIDICULOUS SPEED every 2 minutes!!!  I understand there will be sibling rivalry, but, my goodness must there be so many rivals?!?!?!

Take me AWAY!!!
It’s hard, VERY hard, and I’m not complaining, but, it would be nice to have the bickering stop for one day.  I’m sure this is part of the growing process and this will pass; heck, they really do get along great when the smoke clears.  It’s pretty amazing watching the three of them work together or come together on things.  It’ll usually be short lived, but I do revel those moments.

They’re great kids, I hear it from so many people all the time, because it’s true.  I’m not just saying this because they’re mine.  They do great things all the time and it’s my hope that the lessons we’re teaching them is sinking into their brains and they remember them as they get older.  I’m also sure that when they’re parents and they’re getting together for their annual whatever, they’ll look back on these days and laugh.

I know I am, but at the time, it wasn’t very funny.

The boys are asleep, and as usual, they are always peaceful, angelic, and so awesome when they’re not talking.  It always brings me back to when they were babies – so young, innocent, and no ability to speak.  We just couldn’t skip that part of their growing process, huh?

The saga continues…
This book has many chapters, addendum’s and everything in between.  I love my boys and I am so blessed to be their Mom.  It’s a lot of fun, I wouldn’t change it for anything.  I’m also human, I have feelings and there are some days when I feel a good smack to the head just might do the trick.

Don’t judge, unless you’ve been there. 

Yeah, I’ve got my hands full.  I know this, it’s obvious, you don’t need to point it out.  I wouldn’t have it any other way.  My life would be empty.  Despite it all, the craziness makes everything normal.

The saga continues…


Tales of a First Time Barber

As if my duties as a SAHM aren’t long enough, now, I must add “barber” to the list. And trust me when I tell you, this is NOT a job title I really wanted to add to my responsibilities.


You see, hubby is the barber in the family.  In fact, he cuts all our hair.  I can’t remember the last time (or if there was EVER a time) any of us went to a barber…wait, I take that back.  Late 2010/early 2011, I had a hairdresser cut my hair.  Hubby felt he could do a better job.  Anyhow, hubby is in Alberta, Canada for work and left at the end of January. Unfortunately, he didn’t get a chance to cut the boys’s hair before he left, and he said I would have to take over the duties.

You can imagine the look of joy on my face to that piece of news.

I’ve got to do WHAT?!?!?!?!?
So, this weekend, I decided to face the music, or in this case, the clippers, and dive right in.  I wish I could say the boys were all in and on board for this new found adventure.

I’m surprised no one heard any of the chaos that ensued in my house this weekend.

I was NOT looking forward to this AT ALL.  I have never, EVER cut hair and now I’m responsible for not 1, not 2, but 3…3 haircuts!!!  Saturday was the first attempt, and let’s just say a trip to the dentist for a root canal would have been better than attempting to have my oldest sit down for a haircut.  He bawled, he fought, he was hungry, he was tired, his feet hurt, his nose hairs were out of place.

Jeez, just say you don’t want me to cut your hair.  No dramatics necessary.

Man, was I upset.  No, I was PISSED!!!  I was pissed at the boys for acting up and not giving me a chance.  I was pissed at hubby because he left me with such a HUGE undertaking and no form of training.  Talk about jumping without a net or life preserver.  I was pissed at myself because I let this get the best of me.

So, I chalked up Saturday as a wash.  Clippers/Boys -1; Mom – 0.

This morning, during our Skype chat with hubby, we spoke a little about how to tackle the hair cutting, and in my usual style, wouldn’t let hubby get a word in edgewise without adding my pity party woes.  He wasn’t happy, but I did hear what he had to say.  So, we decided to give it a good ole try once again.

Justus was a willing participant.  Heck, he was probably the easiest of the 3.  Zip, zip, done.  Hey, I survived and his head was still attached to his body.  Yay, Mom!!!

Justus’s New Cut

The next 2 weren’t so easy.


First, Isaac said he wanted to go, then, he got in the chair, and you’d think I took his favorite toy.  That didn’t start out great.  So, out of the chair he went, and in popped Elijah.

Good grief, this kid has a lot of hair.  It’s curly thick and FULL.  Why?  He wanted to grow it out a bit, but decided he got tired of it.  Lucky me, huh?  So, I get the clippers to Elijah’s hair, and hearing the words of hubby in my head, I just dive in.  Hair to the left; hair to the right; little curls here; stragglers there.  Holy crap, WHAT DID I DO TO MY CHILD’S HAIR?!?!?  I got a little too confident, switched to a smaller attachment, and let’s just say it took off more than I expected in that first run through.  Oh well, maybe it will start a trend.  Sorry, bud.
Elijah’s Happy with Mom’s Skills

This is NOT looking great for me and I’m really not liking this new responsibility.


Well, I survived that one, I managed to fix it up as best I could and he still looks like my big guy.  He did a lot better than the day before and actually said he likes it.

Two down; one to go.

I think I should have had a drink before I took on Isaac.

Oh my goodness, when they say tackle the worst FIRST, listen.  First, Isaac had to go to the bathroom; then his back itched; then he was thirsty; then his back itched again; then his leg was hurting; then he didn’t want his hair cut; then his neck hurt…

Shoot me; shoot me NOW!!!

After some persuading; bribing and having Elijah sit right in front of Isaac, he FINALLY decides to sit down.  Then, he gets back up.  Then he sits down again.  But he covers his head.  His hands didn’t move from his head for what felt like YEARS, but then he decided his hands were tired.

Originally, he wanted to keep his Mohawk, so we agreed that we would simply shape up the sides and he’d be on his merry way.  As I start the clippers, the arms go over the head, AGAIN!!!

Seriously, didn’t we JUST have this conversation 2 SECONDS AGO?!?!?!

OK, I say, “I’m DONE!!!”  Isaac was not liking that.  So, he decides to sit down, keep his hands to his sides and let me shape up the sides of his head.

“Mom, I don’t want my Mohawk anymore.  I want it cut off.”
“Are you sure, Isaac?”
“Yes, Mom.  I don’t want the Mohawk anymore.”

Breathe in…breathe out!!!

So, before he could change his mind, I went right for that Mohawk…in one felt swoop, that bad boy was GONE.

Up jumps Isaac off the chair.  “I need to see, Mommy.”

Mind you, they NEVER pull this crap with their Dad when HE’S cutting their hair.  HA, let them try something like that.


Isaac in his calm state.  I’m pretty proud of
how it turned out.  Don’t let that
cute face fool you.

Another go around with the clippers and then I need to change the blade.  Meltdown number 5 million starts.  “No, I don’t want the green one.  I want the purple one.”   After another back and forth battle and explaining that the back of his head (the nape area) needs just a little more help, he was NOT having it.  


What was I THINKING?!?!?!

Well, he FINALLY gave in and let me finish.  He survived, and to be honest, his looks the best of them all.

So, once they’re all cleaned up and dressed, I ask to take some pictures to capture this once in a lifetime moment.  Pictures…this is something we do all the time.  Someone tell me why THIS time, they all acted as if they were facing a firing squad?!?!?  My goodness, didn’t we just survive the apocalypse?!?!?
Yep, those are my boys.  And I just finished
cutting all 3 of their hair!!!

Anyhow, my first attempt at being a barber ended with everyone coming out fine on the other side.  We all survived, and now, they’re asleep.  Yep, I’m SuperMom!!!


So, to any of my fellow Moms who may be (or have been) in my shoes, and faced with the lovely task of cutting your child(ren)’s hair, realize they’re probably going to fight you and make your life hell, but in the end you will survive.  Trust me, you will.
Heaven help me when I have to do this AGAIN!?!?!?  Hopefully, hubby will be home by then.
Yay, we all survived!!!

Oh man, I need a drink!!!  (And this comes from someone who hasn’t had a drink in a LOOONNNNNNG time!!!)

Take care, and thanks for reading.




Embracing Change

Change…it’s such a hard thing to grasp sometimes.  I mean, why do things have to change?  Can’t things just remain the same?  I don’t always think this way, but this has come into play fairly recently on many different levels.

This week, my hubby left for work in Alberta, Canada, which is about 3,000 miles and 3 time zones away.  We knew this was coming, and waiting for the call for a new job, but the reality setting in was a different story.  At first, I was just numb.  I didn’t know WHAT to feel.  It’s  not like this was something new.  This has been my life for the past 7 years.  What made it different was he’d been home for the past 14 months or so.  While our finances took a hit, something else happened…we were a family.  The boys got to know their Dad and he got to know them.  We were a unit and it almost felt normal.  So, when we had to watch him get on a plane Monday morning, it was a little surreal.  Hearing and watching Elijah, our oldest, break down begging for his Dad to stay home was a whole new level of “whoa.”

It’s amazing how one person or one event can have such an impact on your life.  We know it’s for the greater good, and at least he’ll be home every two weeks, but transitioning back to single mother duties is going to be a challenge.  It already has been a challenge.  The emotions, the adjustments, EVERYTHING has shifted.  We’ve all had to make some changes and it’s been a little rough.  Day 3 of Operation Single Mom has commenced, and so far, 80, no 70, no 60% of the kinks have been worked out.  This is going to be a process.

Change has happened in other areas of my life as well.  I’ve embarked on a fitness lifestyle since 2010, and it’s been going great.  So far, my favorite instructor is Chalene Johnson.  I’ve done 3 rounds of TurboFire, and finished ChaLEAN Extreme in December.  This month, I started RevAbs, and as I posted in one of my fitness groups, I was not feeling it.  Here’s what I posted:
“Hey Fitness Pals, so I’ve been doing the RevAbs program now for 17 days, and wasn’t really feeling it (hence the addition of TF here and there.) Then it dawned on me. The reason why I haven’t been getting into it is because I haven’t ALLOWED myself to accept the new workout. I’ve been so used to Chalene Johnson’s technique that I kind of compared the two. I wasn’t open to the change. We all know how we tend to react to change, right? So, this morning when I popped the Power Intervals DVD in for class today, I made a mental note to myself to let go and embrace the workout. Wow, what a difference it made. By changing my mindset just a tiny bit, allowed me to not only have a great workout (I finally did a couple of the full-on Squat Thrusts) but I actually had FUN!!! So, there’s my thought for the day. Embrace change, because it’s what will get you to where you want to go. Take care, and be well, my friends.”

This post is actually what inspired me to write this blog.  Change is hard; change is tough; change forces us to, well, CHANGE!!!  And sometimes we just don’t want to.  But when we are willing to let go, embrace change, and allow what happens to happen, we may be pleasantly surprised at what we find on the other side.

We’re 23 days into 2013, and I vowed this would be a year of change.  I am currently redoing Chalene Johnson’s 30 Day Challenge, which has totally given me a new found energy and drive to tackle my goals.  I have noticed my confidence level coming back; I have more posture and I am handling my tasks with a go-get ’em attitude.  It’s still a process, and by no means am I where I want to be.  But this challenge has given me to push I need to get back on the saddle, re-evaluate my priorities and do the things that will give me the results I seek.

As far as my business goes, I have my goals in place, and doing the right activities that will lead me to my goals.  Many will disagree, many will argue.  Those who catch the vision and see what I see will partner with me and I will help them reach their goals. 

So, while change may be scary, uncomfortable and downright awful to swallow, EMBRACE it!!!  This is a new year to make your dreams come true.  So, decide what you want, seek the information to get you there and put a plan in place to make it happen.

Take care, be well, and until we meet again, never stop dreaming!!!  Here’s to achieving our goals.