Friday, February 6, 2015

Fiona the Fabricator

Let's call it story-telling.
Sounds much nicer than what I was originally calling this phase.
Which was more along the lines of blazing trousers.
Fine line there, right?
I have heard other moms talk of how their littles lie so was expecting a few falsehoods.
Nothing really prepared me for what we are now experiencing though.
I mean, these are no ordinary lies.
She's not just "no I didn't write on Cedric with Sharpie."
Or all "I didn't mean to violently thrust my leg into Cedric's path as he ran by."
Oh, I've heard those too but what I wasn't expecting were the convoluted tales this girl can weave.
For example:
Me: Feefs, how was gymnastics.
Fiona: Good.
Me: What did you do?
Fiona: Well...<pause>...we went to the roof {it was December}, to the roof trampoline, then it opened and we went under it and there was a pool so we went swimming!
Me: Uhhhhhh...
Fiona: Really Mommy, really, I'm not even lying.
Me: That's nice babe but we didn't bring your bathing suit.
Fiona: Oh...yah...they have some here so I got one and went swimming, really Mommy, really.

You get the idea.
But wait, that's only the beginning.
I don't mind an active imagination aimed at me but it's expanded beyond our household.
As I picked Fiona up from a playdate I was asked if I had a friend who was incarcerated.
Or had we maybe had a break in at our house?

A week ago I arrived to a birthday party that Fiona had been at for a matter of 5 minutes.
I said hello to the birthday girl's Nana who commented how nice it was that Fiona was learning volleyball.
Me: <sigh> She isn't.
Apparently she was boasting how she was learning "bolleyball" from someone who knows everything about "bolleyball".

But friends aren't the only culprits you know.
I was asked by one of her teachers if she has an older sister.
She had been raving about "Leasha" all day.

The cherry on top however was how my Mom was greeted at the school last week after returning from a 2 week vacation.
It was something along the lines of "Oh, thank goodness! Fiona said you had passed away! I'm so glad to see you!".

So, needless to say, we've opened up a conversation about what type of story is appropriate.
Having said that I'm not pushing it and hoping that this too shall pass.
It always does right?

Friday, January 16, 2015

Our 2014 Christmas Gift

Now that it is well after Christmas I feel safe in sharing our family Christmas gift.
I mean, it's January 16th, were you all aware?
I feel like I was just introduced to January and she's halfway out the door. 

We decided to do a calendar for our family this year.
I have been enjoying having a DSLR so much and, even though I'm far from a pro, felt like sharing some of my favourite shots from the year.
Dusseldorf and Amsterdam were a huge highlight so kicked off the first two months.
Yes I am aware that the door this is hanging on is "distressed" and has a mystery splatter from a recent food incident on the right hand side.
Just keeping it real you know.
And who am I kidding, that splatter is probably not recent at all and may or may not still be there.
Moving on.
The birthday kids were featured for the two months following.

Just a handsome boy in a bow tie.
And a beauty in the boat.
Post ice cream at the general store.
Raspberry picking.
Apple picking with Charlie.
Elsa and the Lion.
Down by the creek.
And finally, Christmas jammies.
I created these on the Apple.
I searched many websites and kept coming back to Apple's simple style and large size.
They were amazing quality, a decent price and were delivered within a week of ordering.
We have heard rave reviews from all of the family which I'm sure has nothing to do with the super cute subjects.

Sunday, January 4, 2015

Happy New Year 2015

There is just no denying that life becomes almost unrecognizable with kids.
Jeff and I were hyperaware of this fact as we drove past numerous stilettos, mini skirts and pre-drinking partiers on our way to McDougall United Church.
New Year at McDougall United Church Edmonton
 "We spent New Year's Eve at a church "are words that I never imagined saying.
This is, of course, no ordinary church.
It is also known in Edmonton as a great concert venue.
So when we were deciding how to ring in 2015 at about 6pm on Dec 31st and this event showed up on a google search it sounded a little too good to be true.
New Year at McDougall United Church Edmonton
 And it was.
The admission was a mere donation to the food bank and the line up was non-existent. 
Not only was the above set list full of talent, the basement was full of kids activities.
I was so proud of Fiona when she sat down to the colouring table and chatted with a few kids her age.
New Year at McDougall United Church Edmonton
 The face painting was a welcome surprise...
New Year at McDougall United Church Edmonton was the toy selection.
There was also a weaving station, flower pot decorating and a penny toss.
New Year at McDougall United Church Edmonton
 The kids even participated in a parade led by one of the performers.
Surprisingly, Fiona was stoked to stand up in front of all those people, not a hint of shy in her that night.
Cedric is still talking about his Spiderman face and has now taken to wearing a hand-me-down costume of the same {thanks Tessa}.
New Year at McDougall United Church Edmonton
 We were even able to get the kids to sit for some music.
{The hot chocolate and cookies didn't hurt that endeavour.}
New Year at McDougall United Church Edmonton
We didn't make it to the end but caught a few great acts and had a lot of fun.

 The beauty of this place gets me every time as does the comfort.
I was transported back to my childhood.
I have fond memories of Southwoods United and though church isn't a part of our lives now it still felt like home.
New Year at McDougall United Church Edmonton
To cap off this wild evening I watched fireworks from the comfort of our attic while the kids slept and the husband watched a movie.
I hope you also had a great night and wishing you all the best in 2015.

Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Our 12 Days of Christmas {2014 Edition}

I have been wanting to share our Christmas festivities but I must have been too busy enjoying them to do so.
Now here I am, December 31st mere hours to midnight, feeling the need to squeeze all this in before the New Year hits.

1. Ballet.  
The Christmas recital for Alberta Ballet Edmonton Studios included our BFF Charlie this year.
Fiona was also more than ready to attend Alberta Ballet's Nutcracker and loved every minute of it.
 2. Gingerbread house making at Gram and Grandpa's.
 3. Festival of Lights at the Edmonton Valley Zoo.
 4. The Legislature grounds.
Cedric was focused less on the lights and more on eating snow.
Fiona was focused less on lights and more on climbing snow.
 5. Candy Cane Lane.
We always love the lights but were especially taken by the sweet people who decided to give their time to play Santa (on the left in case you weren't sure) handing out candy canes and 3 friends who bought toys to hand out to the kids walking on the lane.
We were blown away by this generosity.
 6. Visiting Santa.
 Love that guy.
 7. JCI Holiday Hamper.
This was our first year participating and it was our partner Chloe who organized it.
It was a humbling and heart warming day and an organization we would support again.
8. Christmas Eve was at our house this year.
I loved having ample time to set out our cookies and carrots.
9. A month worth of early mornings and late nights with background Christmas lights.
10. A beautiful, magical and lazy Christmas morning.
11. A beautiful, magical and exhausting multi location Christmas day.
We enjoyed 2 turkey dinners and lots of love.
Small traditions like the angel carousel below gave the day extra magic.
12. Christmas aftermath.
On boxing day we headed to the lake for some much needed decompressing.
Just like last year we shovelled a rink on the lake and broke out the skates.
The kids were significantly more confident and begged us to get out again.
I brought the tripod out and attempted a family picture.
One small hitch, 10 seconds is not long to walk over snow from the camera to the shot when you're wearing hockey skates.
The result is a shot where I'm holding my 4 year old for support and, you know, I love it.
13. A Christmas miracle.
My sweet boy decided on Dec 22nd that he was done with diapers.
Not just wants-to-wear-underwear done but meltdown-when-we-tried-to-give-him-a-nightime-diaper done.
So we obliged {and frantically re-read the "3 Day Potty Training" manual} and never looked back.
By Christmas Eve he went the day with only one accident and on Christmas morning he woke up dry.
No you didn't hear wrong, dry!
I'm not counting my chickens just yet, this isn't my first kick at the can you know.
We could just as easily go backward but I am so proud of my guy.
He made this decision completely on his own and with a little help {thanks Gram and Grandma} rocked it.
I hope you had a great Christmas and are having a beautiful New Year celebration.

Friday, December 12, 2014

CP Holiday Train

Now this was awesome.
 Thanks CP Railway for the Holiday Train.
 The show was a little late for us so we ducked out after walking the length of the train but that was perfect.
This was a great event, can't wait to see it again in 2016.

Thursday, December 11, 2014

Gram's Memorial

We jump at any chance to head to Ontario where the majority of our family is from.
This trip was not for the most joyous of occasions but was still welcome.
There was some talk of my Gram's memorial service being held in the spring since the usual haste to prepare the remains was not an issue.
She donated her body to education and science at the university, just as my Grandad before her.
Yet another example of the commitment they felt to their life long careers.

In the end a closer date was chosen just in time to beat the Christmas rush.
Christmas had, of course, already rushed all over the place.
The service was held at a hotel since Gram would not have chosen a church for, well, anything.
The memorabilia revealed a full and accomplished life.
I even discovered that Gram was the valedictorian of her high school graduating class.
My cousin read her address which spoke of their responsibility, as the first post-war graduating class, to shape the country.
Fiona was especially taken with her University scribbler full of perfectly penned lessons on teaching kindergarten.
A far cry from my own chicken scratch pharmacy notes which would most certainly not look as nice on display.
One of many {I'm sure} cottage journals was also set out.
Gram was always encouraging us to write in it at each visit to Elizabeth Island.
What a treasure to have now.
So many family members spoke which highlighted the differences {and similarities} in the role Gram played in each of our lives.
Two of Gram's dear friends also wrote tributes.
The first was read by my Mom as the writer could not attend.
She knew her when they were both "freshies" at University and spent their first days sleeping on cots in a tea room while waiting for the girls dorm to be finished.
She told tales of sock hops, including the dance where my grandparents met.

The second also spoke of the distant past but what stuck with me were her more recent memories.
To hear her recollect the moment that she knew she "was losing her friend" was heart wrenching but her words were so beautiful and you felt her anguish in that moment.
The above photo depicts exactly how I remember my Gram.
Thoughtful, attentive, intelligent, proud and kind.

The photo below I took from our hotel room since it also evoked memories of Gram.
The shadows of the trees through the curtains felt like a view I had seen more than once from each of Gram's properties.
Though the memorial was what took us to Ontario, the highlight was the family.
I got fewer pictures than I had hoped so am only sharing the one of the newest addition.
Great to meet you Beau.
During the memorial, about halfway through the speakers, Fiona leaned towards me and said "Mommy, I don't know what I will say about GG."
My initial reaction was to say "Oh Fiona you don't have to say anything babe."
However, when my turn came to speak and she followed me up I thought again and kneeled down to ask if she would like to say something.
She replied no, not surprising given the large crowd, but stayed by my side while I spoke.
The next day my Dad was entertaining the kids while I visited with my aunts.
They went exploring and found the memorial room empty save for the seats and podium.
Fiona took that opportunity to stand up and say how she missed and loved her GG.
I didn't hear exactly what she said.
It doesn't matter what she said.
I was just so happy that she had a chance to say her own goodbye, on her own time.

We all miss you Gram.
This will be the first year I don't send a Christmas greeting your way.
At least not on paper.
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