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.

don't you wish you could make your own fun

Flickr is doing video, 90second max, snapshots with movement. We all know how much I love flickr right.


A little amazement courtesy of itty bitty mirror sewn into a certain cuties shirt.

today i moved dirt and gravel

Today I moved dirt and rock and gravel, and I am stiff, sore, and tired. I'm trying really hard to not get overwhelmed, but man, everywhere I look is another humongous job, and one or more of the three little people I have to find ways to have help me or they cause more trouble than the helping.

Note the tape on Izzy's finger. She had a sore that would not heal, since she sucks that finger, I took her to the doc 'cause she kept saying her ears hurt (no problem there) and she let him put this little piece of *special* tape on her finger. The sore that had been plaguing her foe weeks healed in two days.

take a picture of me

"Take a picture of me mommy!" I hear this every time Iz sees the camera. She usually doesn't stop moving, so doesn't really pose, but is always happy with the picture. It's like she thinks there is something magical about the entire picture taking process.

Iz got a package in the mail today; a be-latted birthday present from Grandma and Papa. So here she is modelling her fancy new princess dress which needed to be worn with her new pink dancing shoes with ribbons from Daddy. I'm not joking when I say she's a princess every day. Doesn't play like a princess though, I think my mom would pass out if she saw the things she done, and the places she's already taken her special princess dress.

somebody turns three

Iz turned three this Saturday, but she didn't know it. She had found her present as we were unloading the groceries from the trunk on Thursday and rather than fight with her I figured, what the heck. We picked up O- ordered pizza, ate HUGE chocolate muffins, and watched Dora videos. I cannot tell you how glad I am that we celebrated early.

Friday night Iz and Baby Hey were sick, and Baby Hey was sick and slept almost all Saturday. Saturday night O- threw up and was REALLY sick all day Sunday, and is now tired, ache, and feverish. I feel for her but she has managed to keep some juice and a few cheerios down today so I think we've weathered the worst of it. I hope she feels better tomorrow.

Things Izzy did to celebrate her #3.
Practiced holding up three fingers.
Went out for dinner and shopping with Daddy before he left. This means playing at Playland and gawking at the toys at Wal-Mart whre he bought her a new remote control Geotrax train, and "pink shoes with bows on them."
Ate Pizza with Mommy, and Big Sissy, and Baby Hey.
Ate cake with cookies on it.
Got a Tamagotchi (that mommy's now addicted to) and a Tin Box filled with Dora Videos.
Got a Ponyz and Ponyz Car from her best friends.
Wore a pretty dress and danced around the house, 'cause she's a princess. I know that Iz has been a princess every day for months now but did I mention that one of the Dora video's was Dora becomes a "true" princess.