Tickled pink

I am tickled pink that my eldest son and his wife are expecting a baby girl next month.  Yesterday this excited grandma hosted a very pink baby shower to celebrate the upcoming addition to our family…

 

You can find many of these decorating ideas on my Pinterest page.  The fact that we have raised three sons makes the arrival of a baby girl that much more special.  Pink looks good in this house!

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The ghost of Christmas past

Every year I try to simplify things and reduce the commercialism in our family Christmas.  That’s because every year it seems to get worse.  The stores are crowded, people spend money because they feel they have to, everyone seems anxious and stressed, and then it’s over.  Until next year.

Christmas, when I was young, was about visiting family and friends, delicious baked goods and candy, homes full of cheer and love and excitement.  This picture describes one of my fondest memories of past Christmases.

 

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With grandchildren part of my family now, I really wanted to bring the special back to the holiday season.  I started off with good intentions and actually made (with my own hands!) some presents this year, but am still running around buying things as the big day gets closer.

So why do we do it?  The commercialized, overcomplicated part I mean.  I’m sure my parents, with six children, spent money buying us each something special to go under the tree.  And, I’m sure they felt the pinch financially in January.  But it seemed worth it then, and not just because I was not paying the bills.  The excitement built for months beforehand and lasted for months afterward.

Then there is the whole politically correct thing.  Not saying “Merry Christmas” because it might offend someone.  Have you ever heard of anyone actually being offended when strangers wish each other Merry Christmas?  No one is forcing anyone to celebrate Christmas by wishing them a Merry Christmas.  The greeting is simply to spread the joy and spirit of what Christmas is supposed to mean.  To me having  Christmas spirit means being kind(er) and (more) tolerant and generous towards others.  It does (should) not matter what God you believe in or pray to, what color your skin is, where in the world you live, or how much money you have (spend).

 

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If the Grinch can get it, why can’t we humans?

The toys at Grandma’s

The toys at Grandma’s are not your average, run of the mill toys.  No, these toys are very special.  While Grandma does have some traditional toys that my dad and his brothers used to play with…

 

Many others are a little different, but still lots of fun.   They are all over the house too, so I can crawl around looking for them.  Come with me; I’ll take you on a guided tour of all my favourite toys at Grandma’s:

After the traditional toys in the family room, I head for the kitchen toys…

Grandma says my daddy used to love to pull everything out of this same cupboard.  It is the only cupboard Grandma lets me play in though.  I tried hard to get into the thing she puts the dirty dishes into, but she kept locking it up.

Next was the dining room where the play structure is still made out of wood!  No pressure treated wood or PVC stuff that you find in parks.  I am allowed to crawl through this play structure, but I’m not allowed to bite on any parts of it.

 

Next was the hallway, where this springy thing is fun to play with.  Grandma says it is a door stop, but all the doors in this hallway are closed so I’m not sure how that works…

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Then I’m on to the front door, where the sunlight streaming through the glass makes pretty patterns on the floor.  And, look Grandma, I can see my reflection!

 

The living room window that has these soft white things hiding more toys.  The white things are awesome for playing peek a boo too.

 

Then I found a tree in the living room!  Grandma says it is a Christmas tree that needs to be decorated.  I have never seen one of these before.  I’m pretty sure it wasn’t here the last time I visited.  Just imagine all the things I could grab if it was decorated!

 

The piano was next.  Do you think I am too young for lessons?

 

My final spot is the stairs.  Too bad Grandma wouldn’t let me climb them very far.  She thinks because I am only 9 months old that I shouldn’t play on the stairs. If she let me I’m sure I could reach the top!

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Thanks for coming on the tour with me.   My big sister will be here soon although she doesn’t appreciate all these neat toys.  Grandma says I need a nap now, I think she does too!

 

 

 

Carter approved: Mum Mums

As I spend a lot of time talking about my grandson, I thought I would post a series called “Carter approved”.  My first Carter approved product is Mum Mums, a rice-based teething biscuit that comes in various flavors…

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Mum Mums are free of the most problematic allergens, (gluten, wheat, eggs, milk, soy, sesame, peanuts, shellfish, tree nuts and fish)a as well as verified non-GMO. Mum Mums are baked and contain minimal amounts of salt, sugar, fats and oils.  Rice has always been considered an ideal first solid food for babies as it is easily digestible, yet contains many vitamins and minerals.

 

 

We all know how teething babies want to put everything in their mouths; these biscuits are no exception. They literally melt in the mouths of babies, although their claim to be mess free is suspect…

 

The banana flavor of Mum Mums is Carter approved!  Buy your Mum Mums

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Who was more frightened?

 

We had a scare at our home recently and I’m not sure who was more frightened.  Our son (the youngest one and only one still living at home) had called to say he was staying downtown at a friend’s home for the night.  So, when my husband and I went to bed I turned out all the lights (I usually leave one on when someone is not home yet)  and left our bedroom door opened. (no one but me can sleep through my husband’s snoring)

I’m not sure what woke me up  (I am a very light sleeper) but all of a sudden I sat up in bed.  Our bed faces the door to the hall and I could see flashes of light in the stairwell, reflected in the full-length mirror adjacent to our bedroom door.  Thinking it was an intruder, I nudged my husband and whispered, “there’s someone in the house!”  He bolted out of bed and ran to the door following the flickering light.

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Our son’s room is just around the corner from our doorway; as hubby left our room he could barely make out a figure in the dark of our son’s room.  Hubby banged as hard as he could on the door frame to frighten the person in the room (and others if they were present in the home) who was at that point reaching for the bedside end table.

Well, I’m sure you can figure out, it was our son in his own room, reaching for his phone charger.  He was trying to be quiet as to not wake us, using the flashlight on his cell phone to light the way to his room.

I felt kind of foolish afterward and we even laughed about it, but I’m not sure who was more frightened at the time. I usually hear people come home, (doors opening, toilet flushing etc) even with our door closed.  It didn’t help that recently in the local news we heard of a home invasion in our community where thieves stole credit cards while the residents slept.

My husband is the kind of guy that if someone is threatening him or his family he would go down swinging!  Me?  I’m more of a chicken; I stayed in bed close to the phone where I could call 911 if need be.

Expanding the family tree

I am thrilled to announce that my family tree is expanding again.  Our eldest son and his wife are expecting their first child next spring.  This was how they announced the wonderful news to us at a recent family dinner…

 

 

Dad and Grandpa are avid Miami Dolphin fans.  Mom not so much, she much prefers Tom Brady and the New England Patriots.  Guess what baby will be wearing at our house?

 

Both Mom and Dad are huge Ottawa Senators fans.  This was the expanding family tree was announced on Facebook:

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newest Senator fan to arrive in spring 2018

 

I wonder how old baby will be when she attends her first hockey game?  I’m betting not very old at all!

 

 

Proud momma bear

Nothing makes a momma bear prouder than receiving compliments about her children.

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This past weekend as my eldest son got married, I was honored and humbled by the number of people that commented on how handsome, polite, respectful,  charming and well-rounded all three of my sons are.

I have always believed that a mother’s most important job is raising her children, so it was very rewarding to hear that others recognize that I (we, as I must give credit to my husband too) have done a decent job.

This momma bear could not be prouder!

 

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pictures from Pixabay