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Birdy Squash

A couple years ago we ventured to a nearby fruit stand for all three girls to pick out a pumpkin for Halloween. Brin was two and did not want a pumpkin, instead she insisted on a weird, goosenecked gourd and she called it her Birdy and slept with it in her crib. Weird kid.

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This year we made the trek again and instead of a pumpkin, like normal children prefer, she hand-picked the most perfect Birdy Squash she could find.

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Again, she was determined to sleep with it in her bed. (I don’t get it.)

We woke up early the next morning to her blood-curdling screams. Turns out the beloved Birdy Squash was decapitated in the night, during the throes of her slumber. She awoke to only the head of the squash by her pillow, and the body on the floor. Avelyn did some minor surgery on the squash (she used some scotch tape the repair the break) and all is well again.

Kids are weird, man.

It’s a little late, but but Happy Thanksgiving! We had a nice weekend filled with turkey, hikes, pumpkin pie and and family time.

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Bumpa - I’m assuming that all six of you ran all the way up Giant’s Head.

Family Photos!

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Last week, Danielle of Soltura Photography came and spent the early evening with us, catching the last of the autumn sunlight and snapping a schwack of photos of our family. Last time she was here, Brinley was only a baby, and it’s just crazy to see how we have all grown and changed in the past three years.

This is the sneak peek of what she took…I am sure I’ll be bombing your feed with plenty more in the coming weeks.

Thanks, Danielle, for being so great!

Tanya - I don’t comment on here often but those three girls look like models and the picture of all three of them looks like an ad from some magazine or clothing line!!

Eternal Summer (of the Soul).

My kids are finally back to school! For those of you who didn’t know, the BC Teachers were on strike so our usual two-month summer break was extended to 13 weeks of desperate uncertainty. We had some good times: beach days, summer camp, family vacation. But once the middle of August hit and there was no end in sight to the summer, it all kind of HIT THE FAN.

See, my job is demanding and unpredictable, so finding last-minute childcare for all three girls was a relentless challenge. They were also bored out of their skulls and when they are bored, it turns into fighting, which makes me frustrated and yelly and exhausted. We were all so hungry for some routine again, and last week, after what felt like an eternity, the kids finally went back to school and I AM SO HAPPY!

(So are the kids. They were beyond ready and excited to return, too.)

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(Walking to the bus stop.)

All of the back-to-school hustle can be more than a little jarring, but it’s been a welcome change. Our children’s school offered the option to purchase school supplies online through Staples this year and that was amazing. With the click of a button, everything they needed was ordered and delivered to their classroom and I didn’t have to spend three hours at a big store while my girls hem and haw over which pencil case they should choose. It was also cheaper, too. Yay, Staples!

We also got their backpacks and lunch boxes there this year and the kids love them.

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I bought some LunchBot stainless steel containers to fit in their lunch boxes and I am well on my way to being a better hippie.

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Oh, and I took the plunge and purchased a fitness tracker as well and with all this routine, it’s been nice to refocus on some health-oriented goals and track my activity. Yay for routine!

So, to sum up: the kids are back at school, I bought some stuff to make the transition good for us all, and life is rolling along merrily.

I LOVE SCHOOL.

 

 

 

Hit Me

Today, at about 1:36 in the afternoon, it hit me.

The stress of this unrelenting summer, the 13 weeks of harried, scrambled childcare due to the teachers’  strike, the news updates on Ebola and the reminder that this whole wide world could get turned upside down any minute, the uncertainty of our direction as a family, the guilt I harbor for not having loved every minute of having my children biting my ankles for the past three months while I work too much, the absent husband who is toiling day and night to get the ripe apples off the trees.

It all hit me today and I kind of felt like falling over, like letting the current take me under and just maybe crying for a little while.

I rode the wave, though. Talked with some new and old friends while our children ran up and down their hillside and felt like it might all be OK.

There is so much to be thankful for, so much to be afraid of, so much to wonder about. Crazy, wild life, this one.

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Angella - Love you, friend.

Jen Wilson - I am SO with you on the guilt of not enjoying every minute of the break. Because aren’t fighting children FUN‽