tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88584475036965118972024-03-13T17:57:55.859-03:00Babies and BulldogsMorenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10308554786875845271noreply@blogger.comBlogger488125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858447503696511897.post-21597493765365437902014-02-28T10:19:00.002-04:002014-02-28T10:20:31.998-04:00Never say never<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When I said we were done I really did mean it. But then I changed my mind. Luckily Nick was easily persuaded. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Introducing Ethan Andrew Steeves born January 12th at 431pm. He weighed 8lbs 15oz and was 21.25 inches long. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When we told the kids Oliver was very excited about having another brother and immediately said we should name him Jack. Isaac said we should name him Olivia but when I informed him that was a girls name he decided on Peanut. Peanut evolved to Jack Peanut Angry Bird Steeves which we decided against. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ethan is now 6 weeks old and the transition has been relatively easy. There has been zero instances of jealousy from either one of the older boys and Isaac especially is completely and totally in love. He loves to tell strangers that he is a big brother AND a little brother and constantly refers to Ethan as HIS baby. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This time we are definitely done. I mean it. Seriously. </span><br />
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Morenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10308554786875845271noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858447503696511897.post-43454571178679398122013-05-11T22:21:00.001-03:002013-05-11T22:21:54.278-03:00Dear Mom, <span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I have always planned to write you a mother's day post but it just never happened. I have even started a couple over the last few of years but life came up and they never got done. Then I killed the blog not thinking at the time that I hadn't yet done that post I'd promised myself would get done this year. So what's a blogger to do but to resuscitated the blog in order to tell the world about her fantastic mom. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We have had our ups and our downs like any mother and daughter. I know growing up I thought you were the strictest, most unfair parent in the world. Calling the parents of my friends who's party I was planning to go to (or at least telling me you were going to), enforcing the insanely early curfew of 1230 am when all my friends could stay out so much later. You will correct me and say, as I've heard many times that it wasn't me that had the curfew but instead it was your car that had to be home. I knew it meant the same thing. You had lots of rules that were meant to keep me out of trouble and I only have one thing to say:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I BEGRUDGINGLY ADMIT TO YOU NOW, PUBLICLY AND WITHOUT RESERVATION THAT YOU WERE RIGHT.... ALMOST ALWAYS. (Fenders?)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Now that I have kids I hear your voice coming out of my mouth all the time. You know what they say, imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. Sooner or later I'll be saying things like "there is nothing you can do after midnight that you can't do before midnight". And while I'm sure the words won't be the same I'm sure some version of "don't let me catch you necking at the Byway" will be heard in our house as well. All you Mom-isms are somewhere in my mommy bag to be pulled out when the time is right. I thank you for them. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I have learned so many lessons about life from you. You've instilled the value of family because in the end, that's all you really have. You have taught me not to take life too seriously and that whimsy is a must. I got my creative mind from you. You've made me believe that I deserve cubby holes and that holding out for them is well worth the wait. You've always been available to listen to me complain, give advice and help with whatever I've needed no matter what. You've forgiven me many times. You've always been someone I enjoy spending time with and not just because you're family. Our family vacations are some of my favorite memories, especially the ones we've had as adults. You are a wonderful Oma to my kids and I'm so happy we live close enough that you are a constant in their lives. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I called you recently with a complaint about the kids being ungrateful and you laughed at me. You said that I should get used to it because it will take another 30 years before they learn to appreciate what we do for them and that's if I'm lucky. I can understand why you say that. I often realize much too late that I didn't give you appropriate thanks for some little thing, some huge thing or just for your friendship. I feel guilty about that because I always appreciate you, even when I don't say it when I should. I don't know where I'd be without your guidance and love and I am proud to call you Mom and Friend. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So here's to you on Mothers day from a most thankful daughter. I love you very much.</span> <span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And Just like you always say to me... Don't forget to Dance.</span> <br />
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Morenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10308554786875845271noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858447503696511897.post-54581470601647182702013-03-24T11:35:00.000-03:002013-03-24T11:35:46.330-03:00The pros and cons of beating a dead blog. This blog is on life support and is holding on by a thread. Make that 2 threads. The house and the birthday letters. They are really the only things I care to post about anymore. I like the idea of keeping up the house posts as a way to have an album of the changes we've made in the house. It's all in one place. It's not that I couldn't make an album elsewhere it's just this one is already started. <br />
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Just like the house pictures, I like having the letters all together in one place. My ultimate plan for the letters is to make a book and give it to the boys on their 18th birthday. Because they started in that format, I enjoy the idea of it being book of blog posts. So why not continue doing them? The issue: My boys deserve to these letters to be unsensored. I have always tried to be honest with anything I post but its natural to make choices on what you say when you know you are posting for the masses. Honesty and full disclosure are two different things. Some things just aren't for public consumption. I want the memories to be as personal and honest as possible. I also feel that the boys may not want something that intimate splashed all over the internet. Not that they care now but they might in 5 or 10 years when their friends Google them. <br />
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My experience as a blogger has been very positive. It was a great way to keep family and friends up to date on our lives when we lived so far away. It's been a baby book of sorts, document the kids first years and I'm glad to have that. Unfortunately I just don't have the time or energy anymore to continue posting on a regular basis. And truth be told, I just don't think my very average, southern life is very interesting. For the important things, I take pictures, I have the photos, I share the photos with the important people and post a few for the masses on Facebook. I think that offers up just the right amount of our lives. I just don't feel the need to share everything anymore. <br />
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So I think what's going to happen is this. Babies and Bulldogs (The originial and enduring name) will enjoy the immortality that only internet can offer. I plan to start a new, private blog where I can do the birthday posts in the format I like so much. I may share access to that blog with certain people (if anyones cares) but for the most part it will be family only. When the time is right I'll have someone make a book of those posts and the boys will have an enduring website dedicated just to them. I will continue to post the house photos for my own need of having them here. And you never know, I may write the odd post if the mood strikes me. But I doubt it. <br />
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So I want to thank everyone who has followed our lives over the last three and a half years. You've seen my kids grow up and have witnessed our Northern adventure. I thank you for your interest. I also appreciate the friendships I have been privileged to make through the northern bloggin community and know that they will continue long after the blog is gone. <br />
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<br />Morenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10308554786875845271noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858447503696511897.post-8042337242938860422013-03-16T15:04:00.000-03:002013-03-16T15:04:12.996-03:00The bedroomAfter being here a year I finally decided to give our bedroom a well needed make over. I say well needed but really it wasn't a horrible room. It was just a little beige. Taupe I guess but it's all the same to me. You'll know by now I like to live in technicolor and most of our rooms are in big bold color. One of the reason I hadn't painted until now was because I really didn't know what I wanted. I've been looking for about 10 months for the perfect duvet cover to build the room around and although I found many I liked, Nick exercised his veto on almost everything I chose. I finally gave up and went with something plain and decided to make the room the statement piece and not the cover. <br />
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The other reason was time. Between work, Nick's shift work and the kids getting in the way I just didn't want to get in to a major project. The perfect opportunity came when Nick took the kids to Florida for 3 weeks and I had the house for myself for 2 of those weeks. I got to go down for a week and loved the time but my temporary bachelor life was a nice treat as well. With nobody to get in my way but the dog, I got it done. <br />
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I'm thrilled with the way it turned out. I still have to get the bed skirt on the bed which I own but just haven't bothered with. I also need to come up with some other decor or furniture to fill in the space around the bed. That will call come in time. I have no idea what I want and don't have the money to make any major purchases at this time anyway. I feel the room is sexy and cozy at the same time and I love being in there now. Oprah once said your bedroom should be your sanctuary and I feel like I'm alot closer to that now. Morenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10308554786875845271noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858447503696511897.post-37345457644914305042012-12-25T05:51:00.000-04:002013-03-24T22:28:28.962-03:00Happy Birthday Oliver v 4.0<div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">Four years from this moment you came in to the world, early and on your
own terms. I should have known then that you’d be a handful. I often say the
person who coined the twos as terrible had clearly not lived through the threes yet. If I’m completely honest, much of this year was a challenge as you pushed
your boundaries and tested our patience. When I’m at my wits end I think of what
your Oma once told me. She told me that when kids turn 4 they turn in to lovely little
people. I’ve held on to that and I’m thrilled to say that in the last few weeks
I feel like she might be right. You’ve been just delicious lately and I hope we
see this side of you more and more as the year goes on. </span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">This year has brought so many changes in your life. You were thrown from
our quiet, isolated life in Nunavut to a world where you’ve had to navigate all
new social situations. You’ve found your place among our extended family. Isaac, Erik and yourself have
become the best of friends and you love spending days at Courtney’s, Oma’s
and Grammy's. You've also adjusted from being at home with me to going to a
babysitter and to Preschool 3 days a week. You seem to be thriving and we’ve
seen so many positive changes brought on by the additional stimulation and
structure that going to school brings to your life. I love hearing about what you've learned at the end of the day. And I really enjoy you singing me songs your songs. And of course, you never sing without doing a silly dance along with it. It's just the way you roll.</span><br />
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You are growing up to be a wonderful young man I can be proud of. People
always comment on how polite you are and how you are very considerate and kind
to other people. <span style="color: white;">You wear your heart on your sleeve and that heart is
huge. You aren’t shy to tell people you love them or will miss them sooooo
much. I'm happy to say that you are also very, very smart. You love to see how things work and still have that love of pushing buttons to see what happens. You are forever surprising us with how your
brain works. You seem to be 3 steps ahead of us most time and know how to work
things to your advantage. I see your father in how your brain works and I’m
already dreading your teenage years. It will certainly be interesting. </span></span></span><br />
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Through all the ups and downs you</span> always keep us laughing. Whether it was a
memorable quote or you just being the silly guy you are you can always bring a
smile to our faces. Some of my favorite quotes of the year are: </span></span><br />
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-I’m a pizza eater and this is my pizza eater costume!</span></span><br />
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-(after farting in the tub) No mommy, you don’t have to say 'excuse me' if
there’s bubbles.</span></span><br />
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-Get Tank out of here! He’s freakin’ me out!</span></span><br />
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-I’m all dressed and I look fantastic!</span></span><br />
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-See you at my house Santa! Don’t forget to be quick and bring Super Mario
10 with you!</span></span><br />
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-I’m sweet.... and sour. </span></span><br />
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-When I turn 8 I’m going to get boobs like yours.</span></span><br />
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-“what’s going on?” Said on the Scrambler while laughing insanely. </span></span><br />
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-Snackarama!</span></span><br />
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-You have a mad obsession with Mario Brothers and insist that we call you
Mario. Isaac is Luigi and you call Dad Yoshi. And me, you call me Princess and I
love it. </span></span><br />
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-You have learned to write your name and your letters. </span></span><br />
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-Your favorite friend at school is Brooklyn and her mom tells me she feels
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-Your favorite colors are green and orange. </span></span><br />
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-Your favorite food is pigs in a blanket. </span></span><br />
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-Your favorite toys (other than the Wii) are Hot Wheels cars. </span></span><br />
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-Your snuggles are the still the best. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">So here’s to you O-Boy. </span><br />
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I love you </span></span><br />
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Love Mom</span></span><br />
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Morenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10308554786875845271noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858447503696511897.post-83165695672968550822012-12-07T21:46:00.000-04:002012-12-07T21:46:33.711-04:00All things SantaI know, I know... it's been forever since I've posted here. I'm just busy. Busy with work, kids, family, and living life. I've managed to finish my Christmas shopping before December 1st which is always my goal and am only left with a mountain of wrapping to do. <br />
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The kids are lots of fun this year because they are just that much older. Oliver is totally aware of Santa and all the fun that goes along with that. We did the obligatory visit with the big red man at the mall and I was pleased that Isaac didn't cry. Oliver talked his ear off with talk of the Mario Brothers 10 game he wants for the Wii and didn't want to leave. We left with a call of 'By Santa! See you at my house!!' as we walked away. <br />
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I'm so proud of Oliver's letter. He wrote every word himself, all I had to do was tell him what letters to write. I kept the real letters and stuffed the envelopes with ones I'd written because I wanted to keep the originals for their memory boxes. <br />
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Morenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10308554786875845271noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858447503696511897.post-17277136960206380092012-10-11T21:49:00.000-03:002012-10-11T21:49:58.161-03:00From now on, I'm in there!I read an article last week that made made an impact like nothing has in a long while. I'm sure many of you have seen it being shared around Facebook. It's an entry at The Huffington Post by freelance writer Allison Tate called <a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/allison-tate/mom-pictures-with-kids_b_1926073.html">'The Mom Stays in the Picture</a>.' Allison writes about being at a family event where her son begged her to take photos with him in the photo booth. She didn't want to because she was not at her best, still holding on to some baby weight. Not dressed in her cute clothes. She goes on to talk about how so many moms avoid being in photos preferring to take them instead. She makes a case on why we should be getting in the pictures because our kids will value those pictures when we're old and gone. This is a crude summary and doesn't do her beautiful words justice but you get the gist. Her account is moving and had me in some serious tears reading it. If you haven't already, take a few minutes and read it yourself. <br />
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I really connected with her message because I am one of those woman who have very few pictures with the kids. Look back at this blog. It's not very often you see pictures of me, especially in the last year or so. When I do ask someone else to take the camera for a change I end up deleting their efforts 99% of the time. I just can't stand the sight of myself, I couldn't care less about whether I'm wearing cute clothes, or if my hair is done. For me it's all about the weight. I've talked about it before when things were going well. I've posted about my good intentions earlier this year. Unfortunately, that and a couple other well meaning tries have ended in miserable defeat and a few more pounds. I just can't seem to get myself together and photos just show me how far away I've ended up from where I want to be. Reading Allison's words makes me realise that I'm being very selfish. Like she says, the kids don't look at me and see me as their <strong>FAT</strong> mommy, I'm just <strong>Mommy</strong>. The woman who snuggles them at bedtime. The woman who dances with them anywhere they feel like dancing. The woman who loves them for just who they are. So maybe I should give myself the same courtesy. Not that being <strike>overweight </strike> obese is a good choice, and I still want to fix that one big negative in my life but in the meantime this mom is going to get in the picture and stay there. I don't care how fat I think I look, how many chins you can see. I'm going to be in that picture.<br />
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In honor of Allison and my kids, I created my own photo booth like shoot. We had fun and I got some good shots. And I don't hate any of them. I look happy. My kids are smiling. That's what I want them to see when they look back when I'm gone. <br />
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Morenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10308554786875845271noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858447503696511897.post-69797364661695081792012-10-07T20:50:00.001-03:002012-10-07T20:50:35.738-03:00Happy ThanksgivingO learned this song at preschool this past week and I've been bugging him to sing it to me over and over. What makes me happiest is that he seems to find it impossible to sing it with out doing the silly dance. How his dancing makes me smile!<br />
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<span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Today, at this moment of this post, you turn 2. In the last few months you’ve transformed
from a little baby to a little boy who can keep up to his big brother with very
little trouble. I really realised that a few weeks ago when all of sudden you
were making it to the top of the play place with him instead of just playing in
the entrance like you always had. I looked up and you were coming down the slide
which you had never been able to get to before. I was very proud of you in that
moment. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I have so enjoyed this year with you. You are at that age that everything
is adorable and you are cuter than most. But of course I may be a little biased.
You have a huge personality and are a child of highs and lows. I call you my
little drama queen and I’m sure there are many fits and tantrums to come in our
future. But with those fits comes enthusiasm and obvious joy and excitement for
things that make you happy and I love that about you. You also love to cuddle
and hug which I take advantage of any chance I get. </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We are all very impressed with how smart you are. You can already name most
of the letters and numbers. You can count to 10 and you know all your colors.
You have an amazing memory too. I usually only have to tell you once what
something is called and you remember it. You are talking in full sentences and for the most part are now speaking English. For quite a while you spoke
mostly Isaac-speak which meant only we could understand you. </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Isaac Speak Glossary: </span></span></div>
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</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Na-na Thank you. pronounced Nach (german like sound)</span></span><br />
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</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Titi- Courtney and Kirsty</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Tooky- Cookie</span></div>
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</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Kee- Car</span></span><br />
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</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">chuck-truck</span></span><br />
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</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Anoo- Airplane</span></span><br />
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</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">ato- Oliver Pronounced Auto</span></span><br />
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</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Amo- Oma</span></span><br />
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</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Bit bits- Ritz Bitz (your favorite snack)</span></span><br />
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</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And- Sandwich</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Things I want you to know about your 2 year old self:</span></span></div>
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</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">-You never go anywhere without a dinky car in hand. You call them all Twin
mill 3 which is your favorite Hot Wheels car from the Oliver’s Wii game. </span></span><br />
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</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">-You love books. If I don’t now where you are in the house it’s a safe bet
that I’ll find you in your bedroom with a book on your lap. </span></span><br />
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</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">-You’re one tough little man. You rarely bat an eye when you fall down and
scrape your knee or bang your head. But if your hands get dirty you’d think it
was the end of the world. </span></span><br />
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</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">-I don’t know why but every night you take your blanket and lay down
outside your door and go to sleep. I can’t imagine it’s very comfortable but
it’s your thing. You’ve been doing it for about 2 months now so maybe you’ll
grow out if it soon. </span></span><br />
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</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">-This year’s go to food is a Cheeze Whiz sandwich. </span></span><br />
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</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">-My favorite Isaac quotes of the year: You at 14 months saying ‘Mmmm,
Taaa-sty’. And you holding out your hand for mine saying "rha'mon' when you wanted to me to take you to the 'Peen' (aka: Trampoline.) </span></span><br />
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</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So here’s to you Mr. Smiley Pants. You are such a special little person and I look forward to seeing your smile every single morning. I'm enjoying every moment of being your mom. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Happy Birthday</span><br />
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Morenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10308554786875845271noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858447503696511897.post-39947904113277746332012-09-05T21:27:00.000-03:002012-09-05T21:27:47.521-03:00Oliver's First DayMy little man started pre-school today. <br />
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Morenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10308554786875845271noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858447503696511897.post-65206014729610344702012-09-03T22:50:00.000-03:002012-09-03T22:50:32.256-03:00FREXFREX- Fredericton Exhibition<br />
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As a kid I always looked forward to the exhibition just before school starts. I'm a lover of thrill rides although I have to say that the rides they had at the Ex when we were kids were much more exciting than what they have now. One thing that hasn't changed is the crazy amount of money you spend before you've paid for one ride ticket. No wonder we always had to beg to get mom and dad to take us. Luckily we are only catering to a preschooler and a toddler so they are pretty easy to please and don't need to stay all day. <br />
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<span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Now that we've been to the Ex, school can start. My baby starts Preschool on Wednesday and he's nervous and excited. Where does the time go? </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">When we went in they told us to: Touch Everything. We took that to heart and even though I'm sure the science was lost on them, it was awesome to take kids somewhere that you say Yes, Go ahead instead of always No, No, No. </span><br />
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<br />Morenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10308554786875845271noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858447503696511897.post-50736556473122871362012-08-11T22:42:00.000-03:002012-08-11T22:42:01.985-03:00I love getting the last wordA few months ago I got an email from Aaron Spitzer who writes for <a href="http://www.uphere.ca/">Up Here</a> Magazine. The message asked if I would be willing to do a quick phone interview on the subject of sealift. After a couple emails back and forth we agreed that he'd use a quote from one of my old posts. I was not at all disappointed that I didn't get to do a real interview. As I told him, the quote from the blog is much more eloquent than anything I would have been able to come up with on the fly. I was glad not to have the pressure. <br />
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The article was published in the July/August issue of Up Here and although it took a while to get, I finally got to read 'my' article. It's called Summertime! Aaron writes about the things that rock about summer in the the arctic and that of course includes sealift. <br />
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I'm so excited to be named and quoted in print. What I was even more surprised and thrilled about was that I got the final word. The section I contributed to was #24, the very last one. While I'm not going post the whole article I thought I'd share my section. <br />
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If you are interested in reading the piece in it's entirety you can check it out <a href="http://www.uphere.ca/node/808">here</a>. I'm sure anyone who has spent a summer up north will relate and get a good chuckle out of it.<br />
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Thanks Aaron for including me. <br />Morenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10308554786875845271noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858447503696511897.post-1026891410287275482012-08-08T22:52:00.001-03:002012-08-08T22:53:11.476-03:00Mattress Vs. Hardwood. HARDWOOD WINS!Isaac has developed a new, very weird habit. <br />
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He insists on falling asleep in the hallway. He'll hang out in his bed for a while after I put him to bed but inevitably I find him here. <br />
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I have been wanting to get 'just the right thing' for the wall in the dining area for what seems like forever. I have a vision of some great photo being blown up on one of those 3 piece canvas panel things. The problem with that is that for one they are expensive and two, I have yet to find a photo that will be just right. Then I remembered a friend who had the same dilemna and decided to paint herself something. The problem with that is that she's very talanted artisically where I am not. <br />
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I started perusing the internet for ideas and found this on Pinterest.<br />
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It was pinned (is that the right term?) from a blog called <a href="http://thenewdomestic.com/">The New Domestic</a>. I loved it. It seemed like it would be easy to do and cost effective so I went to Michaels, bought the supplies and gave it a whirl. It's pretty simple. Just tape a canvas with painter's tape and paint what's left. Rip off the tape and you're done. They give detailed instructions <a href="http://thenewdomestic.com/2010/03/weekend-art-project/">here</a>. <br />
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Here is my final product. <br />
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I would do a few things differently next time like not use spray paint because I think it would be easier and cheaper. It was cheaper but the extra work it took to avoid overspray (which I didn't avoid after all) and the wierd blotchiness you get if you look at it from the right angle isn't really worth the $20 or $30 more I would have spent using arcrilic artist paint. <br />
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As a tip- I taped the canvas off then took a photo of it. I then used my Photoshop program to decide what color should go where. I'm not great at visualising the final product so this helped get it just right. <br />
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Thanks to Nerissa and Peter for the idea. Your blog is fantastic for decorating ideas and I'll be stealing more of them in the future.Morenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10308554786875845271noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858447503696511897.post-38203722625335446212012-07-16T22:17:00.002-03:002012-07-16T22:17:19.202-03:00CampingNick and I decided long ago that when we had a family we were going to be campers. We had originally thought it would be a good way to get away without spending alot of money. Now that we have that family, we're realising it's also great way for us to spend quality time together without all the interruptions of TV, computers and the other sort of media our family is so addicted to. <br />
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This weekend was our first foray into the world of tenting and we made it back alive and in one piece. Dirty, tired, and a bit sunburned but in one piece. We took the kids to Jellystone campground in Woodstock NB which seems to be THE place to take your family as per many of my Facebook friends. It's a campground that caters to the kids with games, activities, playgrounds, water slides, pools and hayrides with Yogi Bear. Since we had no idea how it was going to go we thought going somewhere where there was lots to do might be a good first time place. At least we wouldn't have to try very hard to keep them entertained. I'm happy to say that the weekend went very well. The kids loved our monstrous 20 foot tent that was almost too big for our site and ran around in it all weekend. They especially loved the dual water slides and we took turns racing each other with each kid. Oliver and Nick played mini golf and Isaac made a friend with the little boy at the next campsite. We even got lucky and got to be the first ones on the hayride so the kids got to sit right up front with Yogi which was a big treat for them. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tank did really well with the exception of throwing up all over the the top of the tent as we rolled it out to set it up. I'm glad that wasn't an omen for what was to come over the course of the weekend. </td></tr>
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We said we wanted to be campers. Nobody said anything about roughing it.Morenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10308554786875845271noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858447503696511897.post-8680774451815772672012-07-02T22:52:00.000-03:002012-07-02T22:52:47.494-03:00Dating MyselfI had a moment the other day. A moment that every woman will have at some point. A moment every woman dreads. The moment you realise you're.... <strike>old, </strike> <strike>Middle aged, </strike><strike>over the hill</strike>.... let's go with 'Older than you imagine yourself to be'. <br />
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I went to get my nails done and was being worked on by a young girl who I would guess to be around 23 or so. We were talking and ended up on the subject of the movie Magic Mike. We gushed excitedly like girls do about going to see it and she talked about Channing Tatum being oh so hot. I said that I agreed but that it was Matthew McConaughey that I was excited to see.<br />
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Today is the first day that I can honestly say that I am genuinely missing being in Nunavut. Canada Day up north was my favorite celebration of the year and I have many fond memories. Just like the rest of Canada the northerners aren't embarasse to show off their red and white garb and always put on a great day of activities. My favorite part of the day was always (as you already know) the parades.<br />
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<br />Morenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10308554786875845271noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858447503696511897.post-77320192449415173712012-06-15T00:30:00.000-03:002012-06-14T23:28:10.102-03:00Five Years AgoI married my best friend. <br />
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Thank you for being my partner in life and for supporting me in everything I try. Thank you for always making me laugh. Thank you for being the wonderful father I knew you would be. Thank you for the way you always provide for our family and put us first. You are a good man and I'm proud to call you my husband. <br />
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XOXOXOXMorenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10308554786875845271noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858447503696511897.post-69710333188329047182012-06-09T23:37:00.004-03:002012-06-09T23:38:22.559-03:00No clean - No guilt.When I read Jen's most recent blog post titled <a href="http://jentography.com/2012/06/08/not-enough/">'Not enough...</a>' I had to laugh. A few night's ago I started to write a blog post on the same subject but guess what? I didn't have enough time to finish it! Jen has a much more poetic and readable way of writing on the topic but I feel like she took the words right out of my brain. I'm sure most <strike>Mom's</strike> parents feel the same way. <br />
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I have been working for a couple of months now and my days starts when my alarm goes off at 630. I get myself ready, get the kids up and out the door on the days they go to daycare and off I go to my office. By the time I get home again it's after 5 and I have 2 crying and/or whining kids who are begging to be fed. I count myself lucky if I get a few minutes to jump on the trampoline with the boys or take them on a quick bike ride around the block before it's time for bath and bed. I myself try to be in bed sometime between 10 and 11 because the 630 start time just about kills me by Wednesday if I stay up any later. <br />
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So. That leaves about 2 hours to do all the things that need to get done. However, since I've had kids I've adopted a strict rule that I don't do house work after the kids go to bed. That rule has softened some because sometimes you just need to get something done but I've tried my best to stick to my original plan. So that leads to my version of the suggested Neglect List....<br />
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- My floors are never clean. If you ever stop by unannounced you should plan to see Tank slobber stains and other pet hair. Especially on the stairs. You may step in stickiness from apple sauce that was dropped a couple days ago that may not have been properly cleaned up. You will most definitely see crumbs and food under the counters and bits of cereal everywhere. If I have the energy I will run my mini cordless vacuum over living room I do, but that's rare. <br />
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-Our en suite bathroom is always pretty nasty. If something has got to give, it's one of the first things removed from my to do list. I have learned that cleaning the toilet and sink in the kids bathroom while they are in the tub kills two birds with one stone but sometimes I'm too lazy to follow through on this great time saver. The downstairs bathroom... well, see the next item on my list. <br />
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-My downstairs is mostly unused at this point. That means unless I know someone is coming over that will want the tour, the dust bunnies have a nice cozy home down there. <br />
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-Cooking. My kids eat more chicken fingers, fish sticks and frozen pizza than I'd like to admit. I'm not very good at planning meals in advance and I hate reheated food for the most part so I feed them whatever is quick and easy. I do make sure they eat veggies and a healthy side with it but I miss the days when I had time to cook our favorites or try new recipes. <br />
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And those are just the tips of the ice burg. I want to say that I'm not proud to admit these things but they are the reality of my life and obviously I'm not alone. The sad thing is that most of the neglected things are the same things I didn't do when I was home with the kids all day. Spending time with my family, and frankly having the sanity that a decent amount of ME time gives me is much more important to me than a clean house. I envy the people who live in homes where everything is clean and put away at all times but I do wonder what they sacrifice to live that way. So maybe I don't envy them at all. <br />
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When the kids get older and don't need to be fed the minute I get in the door I'll have time cook again. I'll get to finish those projects that I don't have time to even think about now. I'll have someone to clean my house so I don't have to. Until then, the dust bunnies and I are living a peaceful co-existence and I choose to feel no shame or guilt over it. <br />
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I get the underwear off successfully. I dump the loose contents down the toilet. But now what? He's standing there covered in poop, and I'm holding poop covered underwear. Yay! A trash pail with a brand new plastic bag. I drop the underwear in. Bad move. SPLAT! Poop flies on the wall, on the toilet and on my face. So gross. <br />
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I deal with the splatter. Now, I need to get him cleaned up. Oliver, I'm going to put you in the shower and hose you off. Hang on while I warm up the water. The hand shower is a good choice for this. I have to push the button to turn it on. Wow, button is stuck, I can't get it to go. Push, try with both hands..... CRACK!!!!! Shower head comes crashing down. OH CRAP!! I broke the shower head! Dad's going to kill me. <br />
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Blood. Blood. Where is it coming from? Look, look, look... My finger. No, my fingers. I grab for tissues. It's bad and there is alot of blood. Tissues are sticking to the wetness. No Oliver! Don't sit on that. You're covered in poop! I need to deal with my fingers. What happened mommy? I cut myself, I'm ok. I laugh. See what happens when you don't make it to the bathroom? I laugh... I can't help it. I can't clean him with my fingers hemorrhaging. I'm admitting defeat. I'm so thankful I'm at my moms. I call.... MOM!! I need help. <br />
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Mommy to the rescue. My dad is there to deal with my fingers, mom takes O upstairs and gets him cleaned up. By the time I stop bleeding she has the underwear cleaned up, the bathroom back in shape. Dad forgives me for breaking the shower head since it was plastic and it was bound to happen at some point. <br />
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The rest of the evening I smell poop in my nose. Pretty sure I cleaned it off but yet the smell is strong. I sure hope there isn't some in my hair or something. I can't see it but it has to be somewhere. <br />
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Funny how one event can snowball in to a whole disaster.... <br />
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My fingers are fine but I do have a good slice. <br />
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The poop smell is gone.Morenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10308554786875845271noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858447503696511897.post-21206374242671065682012-05-04T22:34:00.000-03:002012-05-04T22:34:30.703-03:00My little Drama KingIsaac couldn't be more different than his brother. Oliver is incredibly laid back and Isaac, well, he's very emotional and dramatic. These types of outburst happen more often that I would like but you can't help but smile when he sticks out his lip, covers his face and whines like someone just kicked his puppy. <br />
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If I remember correctly this wail/cover you face/fake crying session was because I told him it was time to get in to the tub. If I was smart I would have grabbed the video camera instead of my Nikon. His dramatic protests are hilarious and cute and would have made a great movie. What I was actually trying to capture was him sitting in the sunlight and the contrast of the dark room. <br />
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On that note, please ignore the picture quality.... And my horribly dirty floors. <br />
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<br />Morenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10308554786875845271noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858447503696511897.post-63026118238476658302012-05-03T20:58:00.001-03:002012-05-03T20:59:02.099-03:00It's been 3 months now since we moved from our home in Nunavut to our new life in New Brunswick so I thought it might be time for the inevitable 'I'm not in Nunavut' anymore post. All the Northern bloggers do one sooner or later. It's a right of passage. A sort of closure for that part of your blogging career. I've been putting off writing this post for a while, in the mean time taking notes of things to add when something jumped out in my mind. For a long time the list consisted only of things that were good about not being up there anymore but now with some time and the perspective of hindsight, I have a list of things I'll miss too. So without further ado....<br />
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<strong>Southern things that are hard to get used to</strong>-<br />
-Not having a years groceries at any given time. It seems I get a little snaky if I don't have at least 50 boxes of Kraft Dinner and 10 bottles of taco sauce in my pantry. I have designated one closet in my house as our 'sealift closet' and try and keep a small stockpile if our most used items. <br />
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-Recycling- When I moved north I was so hard to get used to throwing everything out. I felt dirty seeing pop cans and cardboard in a garbage can. I'm now astounded at how little garbage we actually accumulate in the run of a week once you sort out the recyclables. The downside is adding the disposal of the sorted items to your already busy schedule but I don't mind. I think I have to be extra dilligent to counterbalance all the garbage I left in the north. <br />
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-High def TV. It's just too much! I'm used to it by now but the first few weeks I found it rather distracting. <br />
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-Working 9-5. Well, not quite. Nick is working shift work so it's not 9 to 5 by any means but he has a schedule and is not ever on call. If he has the weekend off he knows he'll be able to plan something without the likelihood of being called out at any given moment. The phone never rings at 3am and a family event or supper is never interrupted by someone else's problems. It's nice having that stability. <br />
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-Choices- I'd come to rely on the ease of having little or no choice in where I shop or what I can buy. There is something freeing about accepting that you don't have much choice so you live with what you can get or you do without. Having so many stores to choose from and sites that you can afford the shipping from is sometimes overwhelming. <br />
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<strong>Things that I miss</strong>:<br />
- The beauty of the north. I love the trees and the beauty New Brunswick has to offer but I will always miss the breathtaking views of the fiord out my front window. <br />
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-The unique experiences- When will I ever again get to <a href="http://babies-bulldogs.blogspot.ca/2009/10/standing-on-tail-of-whale.html">stand on the tail of a whale</a>, do a <a href="http://babies-bulldogs.blogspot.ca/2009/07/brrr.html">polar dip</a> in July in the arctic ocean or participate in a northern style <a href="http://babies-bulldogs.blogspot.ca/2011/07/highlights-from-our-canada-day.html">parade</a> on Canada Day. <br />
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-The laid back lifestyle- A friend once coined Nunavut as her frozen Jamaica which I realised quickly was a very apt description. Everybody and everything runs on Nunavut time which is rarely on time and never predictable. While that took some getting used to it was one of the charming characteristics of northern life. <br />
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-Family Dinners- This is a little contrary to what I said earlier in this post but I miss sitting down to eat as a family every night. Even though Nick was always on call we did manage to spend the vast majority of our suppers together. With both of us working and the kids spending lots of time at their grandparents it seems we only sit down together maybe twice a week these days. That's something I'm working to change. <br />
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-The kids being able to run loose. I was recently showing pictures of my time in the north and there was a picture of Oliver being carried by an elder during Aboriginal Day celebrations in Cape Dorset. He would have been about 5 months old. My friend asked who the lady was and I said I have no idea. She was someone who saw that O was getting cranky while I was trying to do face painting and just picked him up to help me out. She said really? You let someone just take your baby? I can understand why people down here would find that shocking because I'm sure you would never do that here. I'm also sure they would never let their 2-1/2 year old run around all of Canada Day with kids they don't know and not being at all panicked if I looked up and he wasn't in the same place he was 2 minutes ago. The sense of community parenting was strong in both Cape Dorset and Pang. I couldn't go to the store without someone adjusting my amauti or asking how the kids were. I guess the fact that a random white kid living with an Inuit family would attract alot of attention should someone actually attempt a kidnapping also takes alot off a mother's mind. <br />
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-The <a href="http://babies-bulldogs.blogspot.ca/2009/08/night-time-returns.html">Northern Lights</a> and 24 hour daylight. The daylight might be a surprise to people who can't imagine dealing with that. Don't knock it till you try it, I would have taken that with me in a minute. <br />
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<strong>One thing that hasn't changed</strong>:<br />
-Monitoring water usage- Now it's because we have to pay for the water we use instead of just worrying about running out but it's still something we think about every day. <br />
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<br />Morenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10308554786875845271noreply@blogger.com1