a very regular dance

"I WANT Daddy!"
"Daddies in Halifax hon."
"Well I want him to come home now!"

"What's wrong now."
"I miss daddy"
"We all miss Daddy..."

"Your not the boss Daddy is!"
Um, no. I am, and Daddy knows it.

look what i made

It was suppose to be bedtime, and she was suppose to in bed (not sleeping, I'm a realist - my children don't sleep.) Instead she comes running from the kitchen all excited bits or tape and feathers stuck to her grubby pyjama's.

O: Look what I made Mommy!
Me: Huh, where'd you come from?
O: The kitchen, look what I made all by myself! It's a GIRAFFE!

Pom-poms + feathers + pipe cleaners + googly eyes + lots of tape = creative genius.

you were wondering

I don't think Miss O's slept in her own bed since J- left. In her mind it is not a perfectly beautiful, quiet, private bedroom, and it is most definitively not where she want to sleep. Most nights she sleeps with Baby Hey, some nights Izzy joins them. What the hey, as long as they're sleeping...

one of THOSE mothers

I hate to admit it but I am turning into one of those mothers. You know those mothers who let there kids were there pyjama's pretty much all the time, and let there kids get really dirty before sticking them in the tub where they flood out the bathroom. I'm not sure if it's a good things or a bad thing, but right now that's just the way it is.

did i tell you about wiggles

Did I tell you about Wiggles? Wiggles is the name O- gave to all the salmons her class was raised for release at the Potholes. Shu-Shum-le- Lethum where she is very lucky to go to class in the afternoon's received 60 eggs sometime after Christmas, and released them at the beach at the Potholes on a Tuesday two weeks ago. It was all kinda cool with native drummers and a smoked fish, Bannock, and fresh fruit BBQ (where mom ate way too much fish and the girls did not) at the school afterwards. What did the little one's do while the "big kids" were busy with their salmon fry. Why they threw stones into the water, what else. More pictures and video on flickr.

it's raining it's pouring

The last few days have been rainy, and I won't dig in the rain so other projects have been worked on. So far I've tidied up a very little bit, once I was bored with that I decided to try my hand at laying tile. I laid nine slate tiles where the woodstove will eventually be. Definitely a beta projects but passable. I'm pleased, but I know if Joe had been the one doing the work he would have pulled the tiles 10 times before they either broke or were perfect. Funny, took owning/building a house to prove that he's the worst sort of perfectionist. Me, not so much; most day's I'm happy if I've finished anything, I don't have time or energy to worry about little things like perfect. The day after I laid the tiles I found a hammer and started smashing all sorts of bits of ceramic that have been set aside since moving to our ranch style mansion. Ya, I know I have the dropsies, but it wasn't all me. Honest.

Olivia's detail; created out of a piggy bank one of her best friends gave her for Christmas years ago and was broken within a week. Amazing fast fact: she recognized the shards!

Casa de Csik; Constructed from an assortment of stuff, and some blue leaf shaped bowls I found at the clothing exchange eons ago. O's comment, "but nobody will see it when we get the stove". She's right but I think every creative detail counts.

Before you ask. Yes the girls have been helping, and let me tell you there are a very few things in life as disturbing, or as exciting for the short person, as seeing them in a pair of goggles wielding a hammer destroying plates and cups with a reckless abandon. Irony is my favourites ended up in the pile because of one of them in the first place. More pictures at flickr.

stand back

I'm almost ashamed to admit what a hard time I've been having the last couple of weeks. I'm tired, sometimes emotional and always overwhelmed. Most days I wake up with at least one little body in my bed with me, and they look so sweet. Such potential and mischief in their resting faces. So much energy, so much to see and learn. That may be part of the problem 'cause as the day wears on I start to feel that, that living person with so much energy is going to do me in. Each demanding a huge chunk of me each and every day, and I'm a selfish person I don't really want to give up myself. So I fight, and the call on my mind and body seems to be never ending and many days end with me nearly in tears 'cause I just can't stand the fact that it seems like everyone, and everything wants a piece of me, and I'm failing. Failing as a mother, a wife, a housekeeper, you name it I'm failing at it, and I don't fail. I can do anything. I have precious little time for my personal projects and what time carve out is usually spent teaching little hands how to help, or I have to figure out what to do with children who take advantage of the fact mom is ankle deep in concrete and can't deal with them, so they sit where I can see them, and "be bad".

I think things are getting better tho. We're starting to build some routines, and work is getting done. It doesn't help that Iz and Baby Hey are now working as a team. At least keeping the deadbolt to all the exterior doors locked seems to be keeping the trouble inside the house. I haven't lost a kid in a day or two. Ya, I know I shouldn't admit to loosing children but they really are sneaky little things when they want to be.

Nope I wouldn't say that anything around here was under any sort or control, but maybe life would be easier if I stopped fighting the chaos. Maybe I should just go with it and see where it takes us.