Growing up or growing old

Tomorrow is my birthday. 24 years old I'll be. I feel like I am starting to get old. Maybe that doesn't make sense seeing as 30 is still a good 6 years away, but I feel like it's starting to creep up on me. So much to do and so little time doesn't even begin to describe how I'm feeling right now. Old old OLD!!!

I asked not only for a membership, but the time and opportunity to do yoga, EVERY day. Maybe that will add a few extra years onto me :) Come try yoga, its not only rejuvinating but it actually reverses time. I can hope anyway

Talking, or Talking Back?

For those of you who don't know the story with David, I will let you know. It's not a long one, so bear with me.:) When Hannah was born, David was 19 months. He had 15words, and was coming along in colours and numbers etc. A week later he stopped talking. No letters, no numbers, no words, nothing. He didn't start again until after he was two, around the time when we all began to feel like normal was setting in again. Aparantly this sort of thing is completely normal, and caused by stress. It has nothing to do with his intelligance or his mental capabilities. Since then he's been working with a speech therapist just to catch him up. He's still behind, but every time he blows them away with his sparkling personality and the progress he makes.

So when my little three year old says something to me, anything, even if it's a naughty word or something mean, although I have to dicipline I can't help but smile inside becuase he's saying something.

Today getting ready for church, I was just finished my hair and I said to him "how do I look?". He looks me up and down, ponders for a minute, finger on mouth with a loud "hmmmm". He says "Mummy what happend to your hair? It's crazy. It's ugly!". I can't say I was too thrilled, if anything at the comment. Considering I thought I looked pretty good. But I have to say, I'm not excited by what he's saying, but that he's saying it. And now to go fix my hair, oh flat iron how I do love thee.

Sent with Love

For fhe this week and next we've been working on an on going project. James' brother Jeff is serving a military tour in Afghanistan, and has just returned after leave for Christmas. We were so sad to see him go, but wanted a way to keep him in our everyday (especially with small kids). So we came up with the plan to send out care packages, and make an effort to do them as on going projects. Send one, start another. We also email him nearly every day and ask the kids to say a few words, or babbles from Hannah.

In searching for some good ideas of what to send I came across this fantastic list on someones blog. Neadless to say, she is a military mom. She seems to know the ins and outs, and I am greatful for her help:) http://militarymomathome.blogspot.com

We now have a few more things to add to his package, and next Monday we should be sending it out. It's just one small way that we can give all our love to someone who is so far away. We miss you Jeff.

New year, new me?

I love being a mom. I absolutely adore it. I love haveing two beautiful little people that I get to take care of. To bath, feed, dress and adorn with love. They are the most perfect things I have ever come across, at least in my opinion :)

But sometimes, I feel like, even though I'm making the worlds of two tiny people, I want to do more. I want to have a say in the rest of the world. I don't want to sit back behind my front door and watch while everyone has dreams and ambitions. I have dreams and ambitions, and I want a little piece of me to shine out there in the big bad world.

I watch movies written, directed, and staring a cast of people living their dreams. I read books written by someone living their dream. I drive a car, dress in clothes, combe my hair with tools designed by people living a dream. I have dreams. I want to live by my dreams, I want Diem to Carpe. I want not only to see every square inch of this beautiful gift of a planet, but I want to leave my mark on it as well.

I suppose only time will tell if that's in my plan. But someone once told me, that the desiers of our hearts are not put there so we can not see them reached.

The Pains of Letting Go...even for money! :)

Since yesterday I've started going through all of our things, trying to organize the keep from the toss from the sell. I also started to post some of our items up on used Victoria. I have to say I've gotten a great response to all of our items. Maybe that's a sign I'm not selling them for enough? lol but at this point I think the goal is just to get rid of most of it as quickly as possible. I have to say it's rediculously hard to part with some of these pieces, but we just wont have the room to store unused items, especially all of our baby things. I've posted many items including our bassinet and some playmats. I made James promise that if I sold them he'd buy me new ones if and when we have more babies. I think he's hoping that won't happen so he's saying yes just to make me through this part and hoping I get over the baby fever sooner rather than later. BTW James, that's not going to happen :). Maybe I was hoping they wouldn't sell and then I'd have an excuse to keep them, but so far everything has been spoken for. At least I'll have some extra pocket money, and less to move. Though, it's still hard....

WOW! I think it might actually have been forever since I've made a post. So much has changed in the past few months, I think we owe our grand events the privillage to be written down.

Of course we've had the general kids are growing, and learning events. Both kids are learning their ABCs and we've managed to get up to G officially! David can sing all the words, while doing the actions to Head and Sholders. I think that's pretty big, coordination and memory:) I'm very pleased with him. And Hannah, although very vocal with all of her emotions, is turning into a very sweet and beautiful little angel. We just adore these kids!

If anyone of you has payed our family much attention in the last three years, you would know that we have a very strange and disruptive habbit of moving, all the time! And yet again this Greenwood family will be packing up, and moving. Hopfully this time we can get rid of a large amount of our CRAP! I hate that word, but let's face it, that's what it is. We have almost officially bought our own house! We are turning James' parents house into a duplex and have purchased from them the rights to half. The house has been remortgaged (of which we are paying approx 82% so this is fair!), have lowerd mom and dads bills and mortgage payments, and somehow still manage to save us money as well. And now, the renovations begin. James has been over there all weekend trying to get things started. I think it's going slower than he had hoped. When you live in a house for 20 some odd years you collect allot of junk simply by nature. Now mom and dad are trying to go through it and I think it's harder on them then they thought. To us it may just be garbage, but to them it was a huge part of their lives. We must pay credit to that. But in all fairness it's hard to renovate when you're constantly tripping over things. Hopfully everything will start to move smoother in the next few days. James wants us in there by Dec 1. It's the 18th, he's taken three days off from work and has as an end result built a wall. I'm not feeling very confidant about this deadline, but I'm excited for the end result. I guess this means I better start packing. I mean it this time when I say we're not taking our junk. Now how do I sort between what's worth keeping and whats not? How many Christmas boxes are too many? And baby clothes? I haven't gotten rid of a single item my kids have worn. We have endless boxes of clothes in their closets. And now, where to start? I usually start with books, and leave out the toys till last. I guess it's time to start making some lists. Any organizational tips would be so very apreciated:)

Where will they now be safe to play?

I had an interesting encounter yesterday that I feel compelled to share.

Early in the morning, around 10:30, David was at preschool and I was trying to entertain Hannah, and I had a few minutes to kill before 11 and our Mommy lunchin at Corrinas. I thought it the perfect opportunity to get in some one on one park time with her. She's always sharing the spotlight, and I knew she'd love to go to our favorite place to play and have me all to herself.

As we rolled up to the park, we had to go a bit of a ways to get parking there were so many cars, but it being a nice day and the end of September that wasn't surprising. What was surprising was however the mother with her babe in arms, practically running from the park. She took one look at me as she buckled her little one into the car seat and left without a word. I didn't think much of it at the time, people are always running to and fro, maybe she was late, or was out of diapers. Who knows. I then took Hannah out of the car and together we walked over to the park. Hannah is now walking, has been for a few weeks, and loves to get practice in whenever she can. I placed her on the ground and she immeidatly toddled over to the swings. We played there for some time, watching as other people walked their dogs or biked by. An older gentleman in a bright orange hat made his way towards the play ground and took a seat on one of the far benches. This is not an uncommon occurance at Centennial park, families will often come to the area and older members will take rests on the benches. However at this time, having heard of the high-risk Sexual Offender living out in Sidney, who prays on young girls newborn to early teens, it can be a little nerve racking. Thankfully for my nerves, other families joined us at the playground and eventually he left. As our time there came to a close, I walked with Hannah back to our car, and placed her in the car seat as I noticed a police car making its way through the little inset road we had parked on. He flashed his lights and drove off, which I found strange.

As we drove off, the happenings at the park quickly left my thoughts as we stopped in at the mommy lunch, and then left to pick up David from preschool.

However as I tried to sleep that night, I couldn't get the image of that man out of my mind. I couldn't shake the eery feeling he had given, and I started to wonder. Could this have been that man who I knew not his name or his face but had thought, Saanichton is farenough away from Sidney that we should be ok. This morning, just to cure my thoughts I looked up the newpaper article, and the photo of that man looked very much like the man in the orange hat.

It makes me wonder could it have been? And if it was, did that woman know? Why didn't say say anything. We need to ban together as a community, protect not only ourselfs but the others around us. We need to make smart choices and educate ourselfs.

http://www.theprovince.com/High+risk+sexual+offender+living+Sidney+RCMP/1988099/story.html