Showing posts with label Salty Corbie. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Salty Corbie. Show all posts

Thursday, 9 January 2014

A year of Corben

One photo a month, for one year. (Except for October...there's two, I couldn't pick.)  All Corben, all the time. 

Happy Birthday dude!

(And sorry about the watermarks, but I wasn't about to re-upload them all!)

January 2013
February 2013
March 2013
April 2013
May 2013
June 2013


August 2013
September  2013
October 2013
Annnd October again
November 2013
December 2013

Happy Birthday, to the coolest, awesomest kid I know.

Wednesday, 24 April 2013

Conversations with a Three Year Old

"I wanta have a baby in dis house"
"Oh yeah, where do you think you're going to get one of those?"
"In da store!"
"Babies don't come from stores.  They grow in Mama's bellies."
"For REALLY?"
"Yup!  Want to see a picture of you in my belly?"
 I show him the picture.
"MOM!!  You ATE me???"
"No, buddy, that's not how you got in there..."

Wednesday, 3 April 2013

We now interrupt this month of Autism Awareness...

...to bring you some very important news!

See this kid? 
You'll never see a picture looking like this again - we have said our last goodbye to the beloved "soose" (rhymes with goose) after losing (and then finding, but ignoring) the last soother in the place.

So long soose.  I'll miss how you instantly transformed my big kid back into a baby...but since he's not a baby anymore, I guess it's time. 

Welcome to big-boyhood. 

Now about the potty...

Tuesday, 13 November 2012

Pit Stop

A run around town, get it all done kind of day. Rice crispy squares were in order.

Tuesday, 6 November 2012

Growing up Brothers

My kids are dressed up as the Kratt brothers.  Griffin with his backpack, and Corbie with a little bag that used to hold binoculars.  Griffin has packed his bag with play dishes, food, (real) binoculars, and hot chocolate.  Corben packed his bag too, with one thing - pizza.

These are my children, in a nutshell.

Griffin? Prepared for any eventuality.

Corben?  Mostly just hungry.

They are headed to the North Pole, to look for Polar Bears. 

My children recently have begun to play with each other, instead of just being a pain in the ass to each other.  (Griffin being very sensitive, and Corben being an impish little monkey, who likes to push Griffin's buttons, and knows exactly where they are.)

But they're having fun together, and hanging out together. (Corben has maybe, just maybe, stopped destroying everything in his path?)

It's so lovely to see.

And even as I type this, it's decending into a right before bedtime disaster.  But usually it would have gone here an hour ago.

Now tears, gotta go.

But you get the picture...this is nice!

Wednesday, 26 September 2012

Some words

Do you ever sit down at the computer and wonder what the hell you're going to write about?

Me too.

However, I also sit down sometimes, and wonder WHERE to start, there is SO much.

Like today.

So I think I'll just start, and see where this goes, m'kay?

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Fall is upon us, that's to be sure.  And with it comes warmer sweaters, and fireplaces on, and more cups of tea, and soup...lots of soup! I love this season, I love the snuggles and the cuddles that it brings, the cozy warmness and extra blankets.  The hearty meals, and the knowledge that these halcyon days of fall will soon turn too chilly to walk outdoors with out hats and mittens, are keeping us holding onto every moment of every day in the sunshine. 

Before we moved here, we used to come for a drive up here in the fall, because the colours were always so beautiful.  The road into the valley is a twisty, turny, tree covered decent that follows the winding river down, down, down into this little paradise that we now call home.  And that road, full of beauty and splendor?  I get to drive it every freaking day if I want to.  How awesome is that? 

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I've often been reluctant to talk about Griffin and the "issues" we've had with him here, for fear that he may someday come here to read it all, and feel somehow that we love him less for all his differences.  However, as I know this is not actually the case, in fact, we may love him MORE for all his differences, and we're conscious to tell him that all the time.  For me, it's also important to discover the words to talk about all this - for instance, I don't feel that "differences" is necessarily the right word.  Neither is "issues." I started to type difficulties...there are certainly those too, but they are not all that this syndrome is about.  Sometimes though, in the heat of the moment, they are certainly the things that stand out.  I'll find the words, it might just take time.

However, it sure has been nice to put a title to this all.  I was fearful of giving Griffin a label, but there are SO MANY other parents out there who are dealing with the same thing that we are, and now with a simple google search, I can connect with them, and go 'OMG, your kid is EXACTLY like mine" and know that we're not alone in all this.  And that?  Is huge.

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Babies are SO tiny. You forget, after yours grow up, and out, and start eating solid foods, wiping their own bums, start talking back, start setting the table.  You forget that they were once that small.  I mean, you remember, but until you hold a newborn in your arms again, it's hard to fathom that something that tiny and that perfect could grow inside and come out of a PERSON.

It's been SO nice to have a teeny tiny baby in the 'hood!

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This kid?  Is crazy.  But we have been having SO MUCH FUN hanging out together.

Wednesday, 8 August 2012

A Month of Happy: Breastfeeding

As a nod to world breastfeeding week (it would be MORE in honor of it if I wasn't a day late, but it'd the thought that counts) today's Happy post is dedicated to me, and this dude, and my boobs. (How's that for an opener?)
Me and my boobs have been nourishing this little guy for 2 years and 8 months now.  Yup, I'm one of those people, those "extended breastfeeders."  And I love just about everything about it.

I had no idea when we started this relationship 32 months ago, that we'd still be at it today.  I had a goal this time to make it to a year, and a more secret goal to make it to two years, which came and went without anyone showing signs of wanting to stop.  I figured our week long trip to Japan in May would be the end of it, but dragged my hand pump with me, which I was happy to have when things got a little bit sore a few days into the trip.  When we got home, we picked back up like I'd never been gone.

I've never really been given a hard time about still nursing a kid that's pushing three, but I kind of keep to myself about it too.  Frankly, in my opinion, it's none of anybody's beeswax how long I choose to breastfeed my kids, or how long you choose to breastfeed yours.  However, I also know the flipside is that the more people talk about nursing their 2, 3, 4 year olds (and onwards, if you so desire) then the more normalized it will become.  So here I am.

Most of the time, I love our nighttime (nearly every night) and morning (which gets skipped more often) moments together.  It's a chance to take a deep breath, and know that for the next 15 minutes the only thing that matters in the world is me and Corben.  And he loves it too.  I don't know when he'll want to stop, or if I will first, my only hope is that when the time does come the decision is mutual.  For now it remains one of my favourite moments of the day, a special moment just for us, and I'll treasure it for as long as it lasts.