I am grateful for my new office. The move went smoothly. I managed to secure parking at both locations, and all the stuff went from the one place to the other without any issues. By about 2pm I’d set up all my stuff and had met Julie for lunch. It’s nice. There’s a window. I opened it and could hear birds twittering away.
I am grateful for the big beaver buggy race that happened tonight. The beavers put together the buggies a few weeks ago, and they raced them on a track tonight. Cooper was pleased to make it to the semi-finals; his buggy was first in the first 2 races. Farley brought one along too, and I am grateful there was time for the brothers to race head to head against eachother before the track got put away.
I am grateful for this crazy day all working out. It started early, with Farley’s first dental appointment before dropping of the boys at school. Then there was all the moving craziness, followed by the beaver meeting. Phew! It was a long, action packed day, and it all went fine, and I am looking forward to taking it a bit easier tomorrow and on the weekend.
I am grateful for more kid self sufficiency. Today Coop made breakfast again. This time, it was 100% on his own. By the time I’d gotten out of the shower both my guys had pretty much dressed themselves, prepared breakfast and eaten it. This all blows my mind. Perhaps it shouldn’t, but it does.
I am grateful for Coop, who tonight wrote sentences that I could read, without grownups in the room. This also blew my mind. It’s a lesson for me, when he asked if he could do that exercise in the activity book he was working with, I was all like “Okay, but I think this book is more for after you can read, but I’ll work on it with you”. Not a proud moment, that, in hindsight. Still, proud enough after when it became apparent he totally understood the task at hand, could figure out the phonetics, match up the words, and write out the sentences. The pride I have for Coop in that more than makes up for the lack of pride for doubting him before. He told me before bed that he has decided he gets two stars in the chart he made for himself today, one for making breakfast again, one for the reading and writing. Good for him!
I am grateful for a nice little excursion with Farley today. We had a bit of time to kill so we went down and watched planes land in the harbour. The colours in the sky from the setting sun were amazing, and nothing makes Farley light up like big machines doing their thing; machines like boats or airplanes. If that’s not nice, what is?
I am grateful for crocuses blooming. Today we went for a walk, we saw lots, starting in our front yard.
I am grateful for summit park, where we went for a walk today. It’s pretty there.
I am grateful for bald eagles. We heard a strange bird call, and a woman in the park said it was the eagles in the cel tower. Apparently they were there last year, and a bit later in the spring there were eaglets, too. Here’s hopin’ we get some eaglets there this year, too.
I am grateful for the time and effort Coop is putting into his Valentines, writing out the names, crossing them off his list, and taking care no one is left out.
I am grateful for the cat and mouse game that happened with a parachute at Beavers tonight.
I am grateful for Farley, who, even as I write this has been chanting “I LIKE TO CLIMB ON YOU, PAPA! I LIKE TO CLIMB ON YOU, PAPA!”
I am grateful for my boys, whose play slips so fluidly from wrasslin’ to snuggling, to screaming and back again. It’s hard to follow, and that makes it hard to know if and when a dad should step in and break it up. This is a good thing, because it’s probably best I don’t stick my snoot in there anyway.
I am grateful my local grocery store understands that sometimes, I have “pancake needs”.
I am grateful for the pajama and sugary cereal themed screening of “The Song of the Sea” that we saw this morning as part of the Victoria Film Festival. It was a great movie for anyone of any age; the best kid movies always are. This one is a cherry!
I am grateful for the first cherry blossoms this year.
I am grateful for Cooper, who drew a very nice car on Farley’s hand when Farley asked him to yesterday.
I am grateful for Farley, who really enjoyed the swings before school yesterday morning, and who woke up at 5:30 am to crawl into our bed this morning and whisper slowly and deliberately, “Mama. I love you. I love Papa. And I love my brother, Cooper”.
I am grateful for kids who are adept at helping put together Ikea furniture. We put together the vanity that will be going into the main bathroom today. I wonder if they’ll remember putting it together when they were little. I bet they will, because I will remind them.
I am grateful for my BBQ. I kinda forgot about it back there, but used it tonight.
I am grateful for my folks, again. This must be getting monotonous, always grateful for the folks, but when I am under the weather and Julie is away and my folks swoop in and take the kids for the afternoon, I kinda have to be grateful, because if that’s not nice, what is?
I am grateful for the perfect mix of effects on the guitar in Spirit in the Sky by Norman Greenblaun. It’s this got this growl and bark that matches the music it’s playing perfectly. It’s divine; pun fully intended.
I am grateful for Farley’s “safety first” mentality, piling up pillows, blankets and stuffies in the landing area before attempting a jump off the rocking chair.
I am grateful the day is over and kids are in bed. I am pooped!
Baby Boy pumpkin (working title) was born today, May 15th, 2012 at 7:47pm. He weighed in at 10 lbs! He came via cesarian section, which we were expecting.
Julie did (and is doing) fantastic. She was awake and present for the whole experience, and has been since, too. Breastfeeding was a bit of a challenge at first, but within a few minutes he was humming along nicely, and much to our delight, while his blood sugar levels were low initially, they’ve risen to normal since.
As I write this, he’s feeding again.
Our last birthing experience with Cooper was a success, in that everyone came out healthy in the end. There were some real difficulties we had then, though, that I expected today. They just never materialized. Pumpkin didn’t only avoid the NICU, he didn’t even need an incubator. He also hasn’t needed formula (at least, not yet). Julie was in better health going in this time, and didn’t need as many drugs, and she was and is much more lucid and present. I’m extremely pleased to be having such a great experience this time around.
And Pumpkin is cuter than cute. I love him to bits and can’t wait to introduce Cooper and all other friends and family!!