Tuesday, August 28, 2012


I moustache you a question...
I normally despise puns like this but I can't think of a more fitting caption for this picture.

Friday, August 17, 2012

Dirty Hands

A few days ago Logan got into the paint tray and made himself some white gloves.
Last night we went to the beach and he covered himself with sand.
It's really neat to see him grow up and experience new things. As a side note, the incident with the paint went much better than I ever could have imagined. I thought things were unnaturally quiet at one point and when I went to investigate I discovered him playing in the storage room with the paint tray and latex-white hands. But the whole time he was playing in it and while I went to get the camera and to get the sink ready he kept his hands over the tray and didn't drip anywhere. There were a couple splatters on his sleeves but aside from that everything stayed clean! He's a messy boy but over all he manages to keep things surprisingly clean. I hope this trend keeps up but we'll see!

Saturday, August 11, 2012


I grew up in an awesome, wonderful, far-from-perfect, loving, big, supportive, mostly happy family and extended family. We're hopefully going to spend the day with them today (partially weather-permitting) and I can't wait to get back to the sanity (okay, maybe insanity) of it all. I'm feeling nostalgic for the time when I didn't know that family could mean anything else but love. I now know that a family like mine is an extremely rare thing and I mean to cherish it and try to ensure that the family I have a part in making is both a part of it and modelled from it.
This is the first picture we have of the newest bump. We had the second ultrasound this week and thankfully everything looks fine so that's great! With some of the stress lately we were a little worried but looks like he's a strong one.

Tuesday, August 07, 2012

Calming down

Just when I start to think that I have it together and am doing well spiritually things tend to fall apart. Of course, it's most likely that the cosy feeling that I'm doing well spiritually is my first indication that I'm getting too complacent and have something to work on that I've been happy to ignore. I don't want to go into details but I (one of the calmest people I know, if I'm allowed to judge it myself) couldn't hold it together last evening when faced with an irrational attack. I let myself get upset and, although most of what I said back was true, it probably could have been said better or better things could have been said. There were also things I probably shouldn't have said, too. Thinking back I wonder if part of why I am usually able to stay so calm is because I simply tend to avoid all conflict (and haven't had much exposure to it in the past, either). I usually walk away when I can see something heating up and I usually don't speak up when I know it won't go over well. This stems from my personality and I know it isn't ideal, either. I know that there are times that one must speak up for justice, for truth, to protect another, or various other reasons. The difficult thing is to determine when one should speak up and when one should hold one's tongue. I had an interesting discussion with my mom the other week when she made the observation from something she had read that all forms of strife are rooted in pride - pride stemming from one or both parties. I think this is a useful mark to use to determine whether one is speaking up for the right reason or not. If the reason you are bickering is in defence of your own pride (or if the angry retorts start to tend that way) then you are going too far. I think that it is possible to become impassioned about causes not connected directly with yourself but for the most part another strategy to help keep yourself away from unnecessary conflict is never to allow anger to control your actions and reactions. I believe it's part of any professional fighter or boxer's strategy to remember to stay calm in the heat of the fight.
Of course all of this is easy to write out a day after the fact when I have (mostly) calmed down about it and can look at it more objectively. However, I am writing this out mostly as a reminder to myself and as a way of understanding why I let myself go so that I can (hopefully) act better in the future. I could easily blame it on the pregnancy hormones but I think it'll be more useful to myself to take responsibility and work on improving my weaker areas.

Thursday, August 02, 2012


I think Uncle Tom would be proud to see how his nephew is improvising play with his gift.