Sunday, 26 April 2015

Oaklawn Farm Zoo Opening Weekend


What a wonderful weekend we have had! We partied in the city yesterday at the Pitmans, then today we got to make Jacks dream come true and finally go back to the zoo! 




We have been waiting and waiting and waiting for the snow to melt, and he tells anyone who will listen that he would be going to the zoo soon. Or he was sad that the zoo wasn't open. Or when he went to the zoo he would see ____________. Telling him this morning we were finally heading to the zoo it was a magical moment. 


Of course all of us are battling colds, but getting outside in the fresh air was amazingly good. 




And of course the zoo never disappoints! There were all our favourite friends we have been reading about in our zoo book. Jack was over the moon excited to see them, then ready to move onto the next animals right away. 


He also was able to cash in a sticker chart reward from almost a month ago and picked out a white stuffed tiger. Oh joy oh bliss, he named it Chance after the American bulldog in Homeward Bound. 


Phoebe was mildly interested in the cages as we passed by, but definitely enjoyed the ride over bumpy grass. She perked up at the sight of the deer and really enjoyed watching Jack feed them. 





We also tried something new - a pony ride! Jack was very brave and silently rode along on his pony holding on to the saddle. He loved the idea of being a cowboy, and the ride didn't disappoint. 





Saturday, 18 April 2015

Miners Marsh Spring Walk




Well it was a quick walk. But beautiful!

Earlier in the week we came by hopeful for a clear path, but ten feet from the parking lot it was all snow covered. Today we thought it would obviously be free from snow - and in a way it totally was. Beautiful warm sunshine, but a lot of water haha!


Luckily the kids weren't disapointed at all. Throwing rocks and sticks off the bridge is kind of the main attraction for Jack, and Phoebe loved getting out of the stroller to watch the river and explore nature at her finger tips!


We excitedly watched a couple "icebergs" the size of a sofa really zip by quickly! 


I cannot stress just how ready we are for spring to arrive here and say goodbye to the snow. Scott and I are eagerly planning some small home renos, garden projects and cannot wait to jump on them. Browsing Pinterest and making plans is only so fun, we're ready to take action! 

Such a busy afternoon, first we all need a little rest!






Monday, 13 April 2015

Spring has Sprung. Ish.

Honestly even as I write, I cringe because I believe somewhere around the corner could be another snowstorm. But for the moment in going to just enjoy the weather and be pleased we all left the house today without coats (of course we hoped to find a non-snow covered trail - no such luck!) and it was a beautiful thing not wresting these two into mittens hats coats and boots. 


With everyone in the family also just getting over colds, it's been so wonderful to have the windows open, airing out the house. Smells like spring and I love it!
Jack and I played all morning outside while Phoebe had a fabulous nap. She has been anything but predictable, so a morning of just Jack while she napped was so fun for me and him. 


I'm so desperate for Spring I actually shovelled off our garden yesterday (wearing a tshirt - so odd!) to help melt the snow bank. My efforts were not in vain and I was handsomely rewarded today!


The bulbs Jack and I planted in the gallate sprouting, and we even were graced with a blossom! The burst of sunshine was exactly what they needed - I completely know how they feel!


Jack and I have made a long list of spring activities we cannot wait to get to. Also so fun ideas for the back yard. Of course... Still about a foot a snow to go until it's fit for playing! Yikes!




Thursday, 12 March 2015

Gallbladderless

I have to be honest with you - my lack of understanding about the human anatomy is appalling. Gallbladder? It's a.... A thing that... Has to do with my bladder?! That was my exact thought in the doctors office when it came up. (To be fair, when I tell people I have gallbladder problems it's a 50/50 split of reactions. They either know someone who has had theirs out OR they have no idea what a gallbladder is, so I feel a little less bad about it.) After months of diagnosing, this is what we had landed on. My doctor sketching me a small and strange diagram or what a gallbladder does using a collection of small sticky notes.  It had taken a pretty serious trip to the ER with me gasping for air, bawling my eyes out and clawing at my rib age like something was eating me alive. Of course this wasn't the first time I had experienced this pain, but after almost 9 hours of writhing around it hadn't stopped. Yeash. I wish we had gotten to gallbladder sooner than that. 

I should back up and say that this all came about when I was pregnant with Phoebe. I remember very clearly telling my previous family doctor about a pain I was experiencing and his exact words were "that's pregnancy" which he repeated each time to me I brought up this pain. He had me doubting myself, especially since I had already had a very easy pregnancy with Jack. Ladies, I assure you pregnancy doesn't include radiating pain that is in your upper right abdomen. By the end of my pregnancy the pain would come on so strong I was convinced (twice) it was either labour or serious complications. That's just how it goes, pregnancy is a wonderful and mysterious condition and it is easy for other things to go amiss. I can't blame anyone because multiple nurses and doctors heard my account of what it felt like and no one once mentioned gallbladder. As I said "that's pregnancy" was generally the conclusion.  Even after having her, "that's postpartum" was the diagnosis. 

Anyway, a miserable 8 months after Phoebe was born my gallbladder finally has gotten the boot. Amazingly I lucked into a last minute surgery spot and we pulled together quick to have everything as ready as possible for Mommy to be out of commission. 

My little happy visitor!

It's a funny thing being a Mom. In many ways, I began to believe I was invincible.  Surviving on minutes of sleep, meals that were half eaten as I scrambled to do a million other things and juggling errands, appointments and schedules like I was a PA for some high power executive. Even as my health seriously dipped and I was struggling to get "safe" food into me, most of the time I felt pretty good overall. Kids that are happy, husband who loves me and bent over backwards to do everything for us. Surviving two pregnancies and births, I felt like a "minor surgery" would be a cake walk. I even piled some things in my dresser to "keep busy" while I was recovering. That's how delusional I was about how this would go down. 

This is not a cake walk. I would also like to have them revise the term "minor surgery" to something less misleading. Minor to the medical community - yes! Day surgery they say, and in reality two hours after I was awake I was heading home. So yes, it is minor. Except to the person who had it done and their family lol. Ugh, I am a busybody. I suppose in a way I am a control freak, because I find it very hard to step back and not do my mom job. But more than anything, stopping my life to recover is hard. And it's only been 5 days. The progress I have made in 5 days is huge - I can get up, walk around, eat, and smile. I am so thankful. 

Snuggle friend. Pets are the best ��

But it really is a fast reminder to cherish my health - because we are so fragile. As I sit awake since 4am in complete silence (the absence of fussing kids at night is odd. I am only ever awake to the sound of distress lol) waiting for the discomfort to pass enough so I can sleep again, I think about how hard it must be for so many people who struggle with pain and poor health every moment of every day. You people are just amazing. Your ability to smile when you feel this way, to carry on like the rest, just shocks me. I do not possess that kind of grace. You. Are. Awesome. 

I am so thankful for the great fortune to be able to have surgery. My health, finances, and family situation all came out unscathed. I waited yes, but not nearly as long as other people. It cost us nothing. The medical community even came up with a better way to do the surgery than slicing me entirely open, so my recovery is shorter and there are less risks of complications. And I have been able to rest and recuperate without the stress of caring for my kids or worrying about getting back to a job. I am certainly blessed. 

Kids are loving their extra time with grandparents and Daddy. 

As the memory of sitting awake at night or having Scott rub my back while I whimper because I'm hurting fade away, and my collections of seemingly arbitrary incisions disappear I will work very hard to remind myself just how great things are. It is so easy to feel the struggles, and see them as the worst. thing. ever. Lines, waits, tantrums, cancellations, mistakes. I do feel all too often I get wrapped up in latest parenting challenge and wonder if it will ever get better. I will certainly try to focus now on just how great it already is. 

Also, focusing on the fact that I will be getting my butt back to The Falcourt Inn and eating a huge slice of their homemade cheesecake is a huge beacon of hope. That cheesecake has haunted me since I had to give up what feels like EVERY food. Combo of ulcer/gallbladder diet is the saddest thing. I just keep mumbling - cheesecake. Cheesecake. Cheesecake. Yum ��!