Photo Journal 4 of 52

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Went out for dinner to celebrate our 11 years together.  We went to Nineteen in St. Albert.  Food was wonderful, service was great, wine was delicious, table was OK.  

 

Photo Journal 3 of 52

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Started the week off right by going for Pho.  My favourite dinner when it is super cold like it was this past weekend (feels like -35c!).

 

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Photo Journal 2 of 52

Sunday night the Grandparents came over for dinner and board games.  Trying to have more family dinners.

 

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05.12.2014

Thank you for this quiet moment my babe, as you sit so close to me I can feel the heat off of your little body while you watch transformers and enjoy your after school snack of a rice krispie square that you grimaced at helping me make for mother’s day.  I love you my dear sweet boy, I hope that you feel this close to me always.  That you feel you can sit close forever and you can tell me anything or tell me nothing and just share in a quiet moment with me.  Know that I will be here for you always, no matter where your life and heart take you, for rice krispie squares or for support when life doesn’t go the way you thought it would, or both if that is what you need.

Mother’s day reminds me I am so thankful for you, the baby, who has turned into an amazing boy, that made me a mother.  A job I don’t take lightly and everyday try to get better at.  My promise to you, your brother, and to myself is that I will never ever give up on you, your brother, or this gig as a mom.  Know that some days will be harder than others and that some days, months, or hell even years it may not seem like I understand you, and honestly I may not, but know that I love you and I will forever be in your corner.  Even when I give you that look that says I think you are crazy.  

Thank you my boys, for blessing me with this amazing gift of motherhood.  Without you I don’t think I’d be half the person I am today.

 

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Fourteen Thoughts for 2014!

 

Crochet more - I’ve been doing it a lot more and remembering how much I love it.  I’d like to continue with it and get really good at it.  I have a few projects I would like to do.  Blanket for the living room, scarfs, touque for me, heart garland for Valentine’s day.  So many projects!   

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Meal Planning Week 41 of 52

I’ve lost my blogging mojo temporarily again.  I’m not sure how or when it happens but it just doesn’t seem to jive with the rest of my life sometimes.  There are far too many reasons to list right now without boring you.  I also haven’t found which day works best for blogging lately because (big shocker here) I don’t have posts made up ahead of time.  What you see is probably what I wrote about an hour ago.  Anyways, I’m going to try and figure it all out and keep my blog mostly up to date.

Meal Planning Week 39 of 52

I love food.  I’m not that picky either.  I love to try different recipes, because of that we rarely eat the same recipe more than once.  I think it’s a tribute to a recipe when we, as a family eat a recipe more than once.  There are only a few that I can think of off the top of my head.  This Avgolemono, is one of the tried and true recipes that the kids will eat, and it is super easy and delicious.

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Meal Planning Week 37 of 52

It’s like nothing ever changed, summer is a distant memory.  I can’t believe it’s only been just over a week since summer vacation ended.  It feels like it was probably a month or so since vacation.  I’m enjoying the routine, the time with my littlest, watching Curious George and making peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.  Cleaning the handprints off of the windows and mirrors, shaking the sand out of the back mat.  Baking chocolate chip cookies for my oldest to take to school, practicing words before dinner and reading to both of my babies before bed.

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Meal Planning Week 36 of 52

Summer.  For the first time in a long time, probably since I was in school, went by so quickly I’m sure it was just a tease and I am still waiting for the actual summer to show up.  The boys are growing up so quickly and we were so busy with day trips around the city and many camping trips that I never quite got to that “ARGH! When are these kids going back to school so I can relax for just one moment” stage.  It’s nice that I didn’t get to that level of aggravation but it also means I’m sad to to not have the same time with them.

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