Love Thursday

shutter sisters is a new blog I have found recently - and here is my contribution to "Love Thursday". One of my favourite shots of the boys after an afternoon of playing in the dirt.

Housebound.

I don't do well when I am housebound. As of today, I have not left my house for four days. Yes, four days with three kids (who have also been housebound) you get the idea. One of the main reasons that I haven't gone anywhere is the insane amount of the white crap that decended since late Saturday. By some estimations, we have received 40 centimeters (almost 16 inches) of snow. Makes driving in these parts just stupid, so I don't go anywhere. At our old house we lived on a bus route, so at least we could get out of the driveway. Up here, there are no plows on our street, so it makes for interesting navigation (translation - lots of sliding and praying) to get to the main roads. Every time I get in the car and have to tackle snow I am reminded of the time when I was 16, driving a V8 Chevy in a blizzard and learing in a hurry that "hitting the breaks" does not translate into stopping. Best physics lesson EVER.

The kids have had a blast though. As much as it is a royal pain in the ASS to get them dressed to go outside, I know that they will stay out there for hours, so it is all well worth it.






Being housebound has also forced me to get a bit creative with cooking - creative because my dumb ass didn't do the greatest job of making sure we had enough of the staples in the house. Of course who knew that we would have so much bloody snow - but I digress. When your three year old only eats about five things in the whole world, and you run out of two of them, one resorts to desperate measures. I actually baked bread and managed to convince him that the world would not come to an end if he didn't have a glass of milk - is there such a thing as white food colouring?

What the hell am I going to do when they have TWO MONTHS off?

Well, tomorrow it is back to the grind - school, music classes, soccer, swimming, skating, poking my eyes out with a sharp stick....

I have enjoyed the holidays with the kids, but I am thankful to be getting back into routine. The only one who has had anything resembling a routine in this house over the last two weeks has been Renee - she could get all her naps, eat in her high chair for all her meals and not worry about being carted here and there. Tomorrow that all changes - and I hope I am not in a world of hurt once Renee's routine gets all out of whack.

Ethan loves school and he is so excited to be going back. I am not sure if I have mentioned it before but I just ADORE his teacher. I am lucky that I get to help out in the classroom from time to time and I am just gobsmacked at how much the kids are learning. Such a change from preschool - I didn't care for his teacher at all (although Ethan liked her so that is all that really matters). I am all about fun when kids are learning, and his teacher is just amazing at ensuring the kids are having fun and learning all at the same time.

Nicholas can't wait to get back to preschool either - he just loves his teachers (different than Ethan's) and I think he is a bit sick of looking at me all day.

I have no idea what the hell I am going to do with them over the summer, I just wish they could go to school year-round (like they do in New Zealand). I guess I have a few months to figure it out...

Argh...Facebook.

I have been on facebook for awhile now, and it has been really interesting catching up with old friends that I had lost touch with. I kinda like the virtual mode of keeping in contact as I am a bit of a homebody and not the most social person on the planet.

The other day I experienced one of the downfalls of facebook - someone put a picture online of me when I was in University, and it is NOT the most flattering picture. Even if I wasn't on facebook, there is no way to stop someone from posting pictures if they want, at least this way I know they are out there. I have many friends who have yet to succumb to the facebook craze (minus Miss A - who swore up and down she would NEVER join and lo and behold she is now a facebook member), and I have seen pictures of them posted (none that are really bad, but some that are a bit unflattering). I thank the good man above that I went to University and high school at a time before digital cameras, so any photos of me need to be scanned and uploaded - hopefully a task that is too much of pain in the ass for anyone to bother with. The world would be a much better place if no-one had to look at pics of me when I had the "looks like something crawled up on your head and died" hairstyle (thanks to my husband for that comment).