jack smiles for pirate party invitations

"Aging" our pirate birthday party invitations!

Jack and Liam had to make their birthday party list. They gave me a yes, no and maybe as I called out each of their classmates names.

Jack: wanted to invite EVERYONE. Especially the girls.

Liam: “no. no. no. no. no.” and then just when I was about to get worried that he’d have no one to invite, he said yes to a few names. Very selective of who was invited. Picked all boys.

I’m telling you, the list of differences I started in their “memories book” is soon becoming an entire chapter of it’s own. These boys are total opposites!

I then went through Jack’s list with him again to pare it down (I can’t have 45 kids at this party, sorry!) and when I got to the last name, I saw him stall a bit before saying, “okay, yes”.

After seeing him be more selective the second time around (knowing that he could only have 20 friends there), I asked him what made him say yes for this little boy. I knew something was going on in that little mind of his.

“Well…he’s always a bit sad and I think he’ll be really happy at my birthday party so he should come.”

And then came the momma tears.


Per Annum

We just passed the one-year mark of life in America.

To be honest, it’s a mixed-bag.

Working for Apple – very cool.
Working in Information Systems & Technology dept. – very lame.
Plenty of sunshine – awesome.
Having a car – fun.
Driving everywhere – depressing.
Cheap consumer goods – helpful/frightening.
Violent crime in neighbourhood – alarming.
Proximity to extended family – blessing.
Surrounded by English language – useful/dull.
“Wild” wilderness – amazing.
Bankrupted state/federal governments – frustrating

It’s very difficult not to compare it to both our life in Canada and our (brief) time in Switzerland. There was much that we loved in Europe, but there are aspects to California that also inspire and excite us.

But does that outweigh the negatives?

Time will tell.

No matter how many years you have to prepare for this day, it still catches you by surprise.

Surf over to my Domestica blog to read more.

We’ve always thought in sound bytes. Only difference now is that those sound bytes become our Twitter feed as we broadcast our inner thoughts to the world.

Even when sometimes they really should have stayed inside.

As I traveled to Europe this month for a friend’s wedding, I couldn’t help but miss having Tim there — I voice most of my inner thoughts to him (okay, I voice all my inner thoughts to him) and without that release, I had to start jotting things down in my iPhone for fear they would burst out at the most inopportune moment.¬† It just didn’t seem right to not share the experience with someone, even if only¬† in tweet form.

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Boys Will Be Boys

The first time Jack went down this hill (before Tim and I even knew what was happening!), Liam blindly followed. At the bottom, Jack celebrated with hoops and hollers of “THAT WAS AWESOME!!”, as if a whole new world of awesomeness has been opened up to him.

Liam, on the other hand, bailed on the nearby grass and was thankful to still be alive. There would be no repeat performances for him!

Of course Jack decided he would do it over and over again — until mommy freaked out and said enough! I’m pretty sure all the other parents in the park were giving us the evil eye as they watched us let our son do something pretty dangerous (the hill was steep, scattered with loose tree branches, and he’s on a flimsy little scooter that is not meant to go so fast!). But hey, gotta let boys be boys.

Just Say Yes!

About six months ago, I watched a movie about a man who has to raise his boys alone after his wife dies. I actually turned the movie off half-way through because it was so depressing but the premise of the movie really hit home with me. The father realizes one day that saying no to everything and getting uptight about all the little details of life has seriously strained his relationship with his sons. It made me think of all the things we say no to. Our kids have these crazy imaginations but what if our own limited (adult) imaginations are actually robbing them of the creativity of childhood? So I vowed to just say yes. As much as I can.

And here’s an example of just what that looks like…

Our Little Actor

Liam has decided that he wants to be an actor when he grows up. And he’s already practicing…