Saturday, April 5, 2014

Life as we know it

It's really hard for me to believe that only a year ago little Sasha was still a non-bottle taking, non-sleeping well treat. We were in our Ambleside home, and I would have just wrapped up on the Home Show take one.

I'm sure most of us do it, but I always love looking back and saying "I can't believe it's been a year already.." Thinking about how fast it has come and how much has changed - or not.

Sasha, you do sleep better, and you will drink milk, but you are still a little handful! Take two of the Home Show has already wrapped and now we have this completely different home = life.

I've said this recently the last few days and I don't really like how it sounds, but I'll say it here.
I'm finding that I'm loving Pavel more and more and more each day. Not that I ever loved him less than full, it's just we are having so much fun and really clicking again.

We have our bond back that may have had to be put on hold while Sasha and I got aquatinted and sorted. Pavel and I have time to go and swim and eat and play while Sasha is napping. We laugh, a lot. Pavel never stops talking, so we also talk a lot to each other. (A lot about jails? pirates, ninjas, and how "good" he is at hockey and golf)

With Pavel, there is always a way around a roadblock to get what he really wants. He knows that if he's had fries recently, if I ask him what he wants for dinner, he won't get fries again, for example. He's able to dance around, changing words, thinking of ways to spin fries as healthy (mom, I'll just have potatoes for dinner please. Maybe we can cook them in the oven and put salt on them with dip?) He's nearly outsmarted me a number of times, I know it won't be long before the boys are secretly cheering when I'm not quick enough to fall for their traps.

"Family! I have an announcement." Pavel exclaimed one morning before we were off to work, "I just went for a pee and my dinky got stuck in my pants and I peed all over my pants, so I'm thinking I need new pants to wear."

Just a regular morning with boys I think.

Only Oilers game shot before the phone died!
Little painter at Stella's party. Wasn't too sure at first.. 
Pavel has started coming into my bed in the middle of the night. Sharing a pillow with me even. I used to make him go back, but now I don't. It won't be long before he doesn't want to snuggle with his mama. He's taught me the perfect way to wake up - Exactly two fists in your eyes, rub twice, then rollllllll around and face the other way. Then it's time to get up.

I think the best part of life right now is watching the two boys play together. Pavel is just so patient. We are constantly asking him just to help us do whatever we can to keep Sasha happy. I know it's not fair, but soon, when Sasha understands his behaviour more, then we'll stop with these asks.

Nonetheless, Pavel does it. He loves to make his brother laugh. He's started wrestling with Sasha. Gentle, because Pavel is a gentle boy.. where as Sasha gives the double hand shoves and punches (oh great, just great)*. They laugh a lot. Their game they play lately is that Sasha loves when Pavel takes his arm and runs with him. Sasha's mini legs can't keep up, so he ends up being dragged all around the house. I yell to stop, but they giggle and laugh all throughout the house.

*We have actually taught Sasha to tickle when he wants to hit. It's working quite well. I winds up to punch and catches himself.. tickle tickle tickle!


Pavel really is the older brother. He especially wants to tell Sasha when he is bad and give him a time out. (I try not to allow this of course) I've seen Pavel take Sasha by the arm and say "Time out Sasha! No hitting!" Sasha goes along happily.. "OH Tay" Sasha says and then goes and stands in the corner with a big smile on his face. He loves time out. Great, just great.

Sasha only eats off everyone else's plates

I remember one of the things I was most sad about leaving the old house was the hallway in between our two bedrooms upstairs. I was going to miss watching Pavel run back and forth and back and forth. There was maybe only room for 7 steps for him to run and 3 for me? It wasn't a long runway, but we loved playing there.
Well, I certainly didn't realize the gem of this house - our extra long hallway that is a constant source for entertainment.

I send Pavel down that hall when he needs to run off energy. I give piggyback rides at full speed (Don't tell Cameron's daddy she gets the rides too, we only do it when daddy isn't around.. it's kind of dangerous!) and then dump them on the couches. We play a lot of sports in that hall too.

Pavel took Sasha as his Show and Share. Sasha was loving the attention. Pavel and I laughed at all Sasha's tricks.
Sasha is ready for school.

Made his bed.. allowance is on the line! (Don't judge those curtains!! lol)
Pavel and his bestie Harper on a movie date! Lego movie!
This house really couldn't be more perfect.

And now as the warmer weather is finally upon us, we can't wait to be outside.

These are never great pics, but they are us.. in the moment! 


I need to give Sasha a shout out. Chatty Cathy number two. Non-stop talking.

"Oh Man! Mama, don't!"
He loves books and always wants a book read to him, especially CAT. The most worn out book we have.
Always please and thank you, even when you don't prompt him.
He loves to be outside, and always wants to put his coat and boots on. Ride around in the little red car.
Such a snuggle bug. And a beast at the same time.
He loves routine and doesn't like anything new.
Loves to dance, loves the song HAPPY!!!, and Elmo and Thomas.
Always climbing. Loves to jump up on the benches behind the couch and throw himself over. Preferably loves to roll off and thump to the ground.

Sasha needs a haircut! 

Puddle jumping day.

Sasha has to eat where Pavel eats.

Big kids!

Having breakfast with Baby

Monday, February 3, 2014

2013 Holiday Post

A little late..

A holiday season of lots of parties! Festival of Tress with my friend Jenn

Look out Pinterest Princesses! I'm basically a hostessing genius. 

Boston Lobster Bake!

Pav loves when I send pictures like this.. 

Spent the first week of December in Boston. Getting a little luck at Harvard!

We MAY have snuck into a classroom. We were high on chalk dust!

Here is Sash and his favourite holiday friend - NO MAN!!

Our party animal ready for the Snowflake Gala with his date Cameron. 

Party Time!

Family Shot. Great night with the Allards!
This picture about sums up the love that bursts from my heart lately.

Watch out. The first annual 'hood early Christmas dinner party produced plenty o blackmail pics!

Thanks to Olivia and the Milroys.. we had our very own sleigh ride down Candy Cane Lane!

Uncle Wanye provided some pretty sweet gifts for the boys.. 

Uncle Jason may get Coolest Uncle Ever award. Skating with the Oil.

Christmas Eve! Mommy got to host BT with Ryan.. and the boys!

I love Christmas!

Happy kids!

Oh man... the Pietrzykowski's came to party! 17 ppl slept over that night! So fun

New Year's Even Limo ride? Say what? We live near some pretty sweet party planners!

First sledding adventure.

It was a pretty busy December! So much fun. xox

And just because.. my little one:





Tired and Happy.

Sheldon and I were in the car a few weeks ago, on our way to see JT. Christina, who watches the kids for us, had been gone on holidays for 31 days as of that night.  I was at my breaking point.

Driving. Finding child care. More driving. Trying to work. Christmas. Repeat. My job. My worries. Not dad's. Okay.. I do have a more flexible schedule.

Anyway - back in the car, we were having an argument because I said I was tired. So tired. I cried.

We have one very differentiating view of the way we look at life.

When I say I'm tired. My husband hears: "I don't like my life. I'm not happy."
When I say I'm tired. I mean "I'm tired. Please help."

Husband, and I admire this about him to a point, doesn't believe in ever, EVER not being 100% happy. We have so so much in our lives and we are very grateful people for our good fortune to be able to work hard and try and be healthy, loving people. I agree. Totally.

Me, I don't think I've ever been happier than this past year**, but I get tired, or grumpy or frustrated at times. Doesn't mean I don't like my life. Just means that I'm having a day. I want to be able to express that I'm struggling that day. Every day is not perfect and I love my life because of it.

It's okay to be tired some days. Tired and happy.***

** There have been wonderful moments and periods of our lives, but this past year has been just so amazing.. see next post.

*** Or tired and sad. Or whatever you feel. Just feel it.

Friday, January 24, 2014


Pavel - tonight we went to Farrah's third birthday party. It was a dance party.

You, me, Sash and Dad have been having nightly dance parties lately (Your faves are Timber, Roar - Katy Perry, and of course... the alligator in Counting Starts - One Republic), so you were totally prepared for tonight.

We got you and Sash new kicks. And you INSISTED on the rest of your attire.

Black skinny jeans, a grey v-neck tshirt and a blazer with a Yankees hat. All you were missing was a gold chain dude! (I mean that in a roll my eyes kind of way!) Did I mention that you rubbed a candle all over yourself? To smell good?

You sure love to dance and think all the moves mommy has taught you are cool - hehe. I think they're soo cool too.

Love you Pav. You killed it tonight.


Monday, January 13, 2014

Fitting in the Moment

Thanks to Dr. Marvin Washington for this today:

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we
are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most
frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented,
fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your
playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about
shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all
meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of
God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we
let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do
the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically
liberates others.

-Marianne Williamson “Course in Miracles”

Sunday, January 5, 2014

Every Night..

Every night.. without fail. I stop and check on you in your beds. At least once. Maybe more. Without fail, if I think of you at night, I MUST ensure you're still breathing.

And then.. I can't stop but stare. I snuggle you while you snore.

Sasha.. some nights you rest your head on mama's shoulder, when I selfishly pick you up in your sleepy slumber to breath in your sweetness. Other nights you get mad and fling yourself backward toward your bed violently. Not letting Mama disturb you.

Pav.. I play with your hair. Sometimes you wake and talk to me in your sleep. Your one eye goes a bit wonky. I melt. I'm so glad you still have Baby.

I just love love love my family so much. I am so lucky. I can't help but feel warm and fuzzy inside as I walk away and let you dream in peace.

Love you to bits.


Ps. I know I owe you a holiday post. Coming imminently.