Canada Day!

My goodness, I do not know what has come over me lately!!

Today we spent the afternoon over in Warburg (next town over) for their Canada Day celebrations. Ah, but Canada Day isn't actually until the 1st of July (put it in your calendars!!). But Warburg down theirs the Saturday before, so we actually get two celebrations. Anyways!

We didn't leave until noon, so I had two hungry kids, one who had been awake for 3 hours and really needed a nap, and I was pulling my hair out! But we went, and it was a beautiful day, and once we arrived at the park the boys were in awe! Jumping castles, face painting, fairy floss (cotton candy) toys for sale...pretty much heaven!

So the boys played at the park, Ray and I ate (suddenly the boys weren't hungry any more!) and then we pretty much spent the rest of the day making our way around, and laying on our new picnic blanket! Well Ray and I laid...the boys played! And because it was such a beautiful day, I took some (even if I do say so myself) awesome pictures!! Taylor never lets me get photos of him. He either blinks, or he runs up to me so he can lick the camera. So I made the most of him be distracted today, and got some priceless shots of him, being him :)

And doesn't this next one remind you of Lionel out of Peanuts?!

Of course I got some photos of Adam! Playing with his new 'sword'

 And I was lucky enough to get some good pictures of Ray. He hates me taking his photo, he is so hard to please, but HE even likes these photos!!

 

A moment

I know, I am totally on a roll! We went out to lunch today at the little cafe that my sister owns, and when we had finished, I had some errands to run. So Ray took the boys back home while I went and got my things done. I was getting into the van  and I was watching my men walking down the street. Adam and Taylor were matching (I didn't even mean to do it!) in orange shirts and tan shorts. Taylor was riding high on Rays shoulders, while Adam was running ahead. And at the moment, I wished I had my camera. It was such a cute sight, the backs of my boys, walking along together on a beautiful day. I hope that I get another chance to capture that moment. 

There is something special about seeing a Dad out with his kids that makes me go all gooey. And thankfully, my kids have such a Dad. One who lives to make his kids smile. One who tries every day give his kids fun memories that they will treasure.

I guess this should have been my fathers day post, but better late than never! While I would like to have some mummies boys, I love that the boys live for their time with Daddy as much as he does. And you know...getting to listen to the giggles is pretty much just as fun!

Bragging? Or just telling it like it is?! *Please don't hate me!!*

I don't like to think of myself as one of 'those' mums. You know, the ones who seem to live vicariously through their kids.

But that being said...I am pretty sure that I have the cutest boys ever. And I know that everyone thinks that their kids are the cutest, but mine take the cake. And I am never wrong...just ask Ray (!).

I have finally recharged my camera (Adam has been going a little crazy taking wonderful out of focus shots of his feet!), and gotten the very few photos I took of the boys birthdays. But then...how many pictures of cute boys do I need?!
Really, I am serious. My sister once got frustrated when we were scrap-booking, because EVERY picture was of Adams face!

So here you are, pictures of my gorgeous boys, and yes, I am well aware that everyone will not find as much joy in them as I do, but...bad luck, I am posting them anyways! 

And beware...in a few days my swanky new camera is arriving, so I will have heaps of new pictures (that hopefully looks a lot better!) so show off, and yes, I will try to break free of the mold, and take pictures of other things...maybe my sexy husband?! The options are endless really!

                                                  

Now this picture has an awesome story to go with it. When Adam was a baby Ray began what he called Papoose rides. These caught on VERY well! Adam would lay down (or be layed down when he was smaller) on his blanket, and Ray would pick up the corners and spin him around many times, finally ending with dumping him on the couch. So now of course the tradition has passed onto Taylor. And as Adam is now too big/heavy for papoose rides in his own blanket, we need to use MY blanket, although now we can do two at a time! Now I know what you are thinking! Many people have almost fainted at the sight of Ray flinging the boys around in the air, but they are very safe!!! No-one has fallen out, yet...knock on wood!!

I was getting a little camera happy one day while the kids were in the bath...Adam worked with me for about 3 minutes...this picture was taken right in the middle of our 'session'...and pretty much was the only good one!! Taylor just kept blinking.

My Big Adams 4th Birthday. He was BEGGING for an Optimus Prime birthday cake...so Aunty Sarah got an awesome one from DQ, and Adam LOVED it...of course so did Jake...I think Jake had about 3 pieces in total. He is great to have at a party!!

I didn't take many pictures of Taylors birthday. It was kinda a non-event. He didn't care, he was grumpy, and just being himself really! But we did get a cake. I think he was even licking off icing in this photo! Of course he demanded his cake, and didn't want to stop eating it, and got a brain freeze (which he still continues to eat through, just screaming at the same time...talented!!) Next year I will do better!!

Of course we had Rays birthday in there too (but he doesn't like the camera!!). Ray had never had a birthday 'party' so the boys and I bought balloons, streamers, cake and made Rays favorite supper. Decorated the kitchen in streamers and balloons. And when Ray walked in the door, he was speechless!! It was pretty much the best idea the boys and I have had yet! He liked it so much, he asked me to leave the decorations up! 

So that is us...until my new camera comes :)

New aussie word of the day

Dak.

Meaning: Used to replace the word 'pants'. eg. trackie-daks (track pants/joggers). To 'dak' someone (To pull down their pants)

I remember always trying to dak Holly. I never crossed the line, and totally got her pants down (I honestly had no desire to get her pants down, I just wanted to scare her, as any good sister does). Although Laura would always come around the finish the job that I had started (Sorry Holly!!)

So I (being the wonderful mother that I am) try and dak Adam. Only it always backfires on me. No, he doesn't turn around and try to get me. He turns around, and pulls his pants AND his underwear down. The first time it happened I burst out laughing (so of course he now does it all the time!) I was not expecting him to start out on the "Full Monty"!!

So of course, I may now be more hesitant to dak people in the future (not that I really go around now and do it). But before Adam...I never considered the option that the person could/would flash me. Food for thought...

Aussie word of the day

Dag.
 Can also be altered into "daggy"
Definition? Adam.
Let me explain. Adam is a dag when he decides to dress himself, not caring that he ends up putting his underwear on backwards, or even his pants for that matter. He is a dag when he wears odd socks, or has one sock inside out. Adam is a dag when he insists on walking around town with one of his Dads hats on...especially the bright orange one with a pom-pom on the top.
Adam is a dag when he dances. Don't get me wrong, he is one cute dag, but he has some interesting moves to say the least. Like his new dance that he invented one evening before getting into the bath. I don't think the name of this dance is fit for a family blog. Lets just say that it was named after one of his body parts...namely the part that was moving the most.
Now while I sometimes worry that as he gets older his daggy ways are going to work against him. For the moment I am very content to enjoy the laughter that it brings on. And the fact that he is teaching his brother how to be 'daggy'.

This time last year...

I was totally freaking out! I am pretty sure that at 10am I was being butchered by the nurse who did not remember how to put an IV in (I ended up with a black hand). I think Ray almost hit her...and then a couple of hours later (I think it was 2:41pm) I saw Taylor (I think I heard him first!). I cried, Ray cried. I don't remember when I first saw Adam...so I made a point of being able to see Taylor. I was awake, and blissfully not feeling anything. I heard him scream as the nurses weighed him. I finally had my moment.

But yes...today is my Bug-a-Lugs first birthday!!

Time has flown...and yet dragged by at the same time. And while he is a different little boy, and a little on the demanding side, we really can't imagine life without him.

He has a smile that can light up a room. Eyes that make you melt. A banshee scream that can make you crazy. A waddle when he walks. A snuggle when he is tired, and a high five or a smile if you are lucky!

He is a sweet little boy, who is too anxious too grow up. He wants to do everything that Adam does, you can see the envy in his eyes. He has to eat what we are eating...and RIGHT NOW!

He has the ability to go from the sweetest little boy, tilting his head to look at you with a big grin on his frog mouth, to a high pitched squealing child who you would think is possessed.

He is a picky eater...but when he likes something, he really likes it! He will sit in his high chair with a whole slice of pizza, and go to town on it! He loves steak...even though he only has two teeth. Goldfish crackers are a favorite, along with my homemade bread rolls (with nothing on them!). He squeals in delight (and yes I can tell the difference) when you give him a banana. He loves his bottle...will not drink out of a sippy cup. He is a blanket boy...he will nuzzle into it and drag it around with him (lucky I bought him two!).

He is out sweet Buggy, Bug-a-Lug, Bo-bo, Bugster (you get the point!).

And now that this year is over (thank goodness!!) onward and upward! And a lot more craziness to come!! 

Happy Birthday Buggy!!!

If I had the money...

I would buy a lock for my office door...thus keeping out little hands from playing with my craft things, and messing up my organized chaos!

I would get shelves for my office. I have to keep everything on the floor..of course this does nothing for the aforementioned little hands!

I would get the entry way finished...a railing would be nice to that when people come over...they do not expect to plummet to their death (And yes, Adam will tell you that if you fall you will crack your head open and die...hey don't judge me...it works!). Paint and mudding, flooring, storage for shoes, hooks for coats would be great too...but I have gotten to the point where I consider those things 'luxury items'

I would get closet doors...I would love to be able to hide the mess on the floor when people wish to check out the en-suite...It is so embarrassing having 'unmentionables' laying on the floor from the morning, and not expecting anyone to go into your room!! I have been caught more than once!

I would get blinds/curtains for all my windows! I finally got curtains for the living room 18 months ago (no more blankets there!) and just got some blinds for the doors...however the rest of the house has blankets, or sheets...or nothing. Privacy would be nice.

I would hire someone to finish the house so that I didn't have to wait for Ray to have the time/energy to do it (after spending all day drywalling someone else's place...the last thing you want is to come home and do yours!)

I would buy more shoes. Ray has more shoes than I do...I am very picky! But if I had the money...maybe I wouldn't need to be so picky.

I would throw away all the clothes I never wear. I feel like I am holding on to them just so my side of the closet looks full (It really would be so empty if I took down the maternity clothes!) and replace them with things that I think are funky...at the moment! Ahh that would be so nice!

I would buy accessories. I never do because it seems to be indulging...but I would love to do it! Then of course I would have to figure out how to wear them all!

I would get my hair done more than once a year. Yep...once a year a cut and color. It seems like such a hassle (and expensive!!) so get a babysitter, sit around for 2 hours, and pay someone $120...but I always come out feeling like a million bucks!

I would decorate my house. I have even done a course in it! I have visions of what I want, and where I want it...I have sketches of what it will all look like...but not the money to do it. We only just got a book shelf! Our 4 boxes of books (half of which I lugged over from Australia) were just unpacked a couple of months ago...6 years in boxes...so sad! And we still have stuff that I want on the walls, or on shelves...but alas my brain sees these a luxuries also.

   I would get a coffee table, a new bed...and a new mattress! One that doesn't make me get up in the middle of the night to crack my back!

I would get someone to landscape my yard...so we don't look like white trash. Although I don't know if anyone could make Ray keep his crap under control!! And I would have to stop dumping the garbage bags outside the front door, and actually take them out!

I could honestly go on and on...handbags (I LOVE bags!!) socks...I never seem to have enough...pajamas! It has been forever since I bought new ones...I think I have more pajamas than clothes! Books...I would go crazy on books. Hair things, cute clothes for the boys, stationary (I could live in Staples!). A Mac...I get very mad at my computer. I would get someone to do the companies book-keeping (so I didn't feel dumb).

But all in all, I have a warm bed, a husband who comes home each night (he may spend most of the night playing guitar, but he makes it home eventually). I have my boys to make me laugh and snuggle me, and kiss me when I am sad. 

Stuff can stay in boxes...people can continue to risk their lives by visiting out death trap of a house (it is true..missing vent covers...wires..lack of railings etc). But I have everything that I need :)