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Just a quick note here while I drag myself up from the sea of boxes, bags and miscellaneous bric-a-brac….ooof, moving is such an ordeal.
The only thing getting me through this move is this amazing house. 1/3 of an acre covered in fruit trees, strawberries, blueberries, an empty raised bed garden just waiting to be planted and a brand new chicken run set on a patch of fresh green grass. Ahhh, it’s paradise.
In a day we leave for a wedding in Calgary and I have to say goodbye already, but we have plans…oh do we have plans.
As we unpack box after box I visualize all the things we will do here (an island in the kitchen, yes please), shelves here or there, art over there, red shag carpet there.
Home. It’s those simple comforts that make a home, just like it’s the simple comforts that have gotten me through this long slog of moving.
Cohen’s warm little toes in the morning.
Dominoes warm little nose poking me to play ball for the eight millionth time….
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Now that I’m living amid stacks and stacks of boxes, I’ve come to embrace leaving the house with two small children. We used to do it every day, to head to a Strong Start preschool near our house. That ended after the 15th time going there to find that parents were bringing their visibly ill children to school and getting their germy hands on everything. Since going to the school, we’ve gotten sick about every second trip, so I stopped. Then I felt bad and started going again, last week…the week before we move and then go on a two week road trip. Guess what? Yup…sick again. Last time I ever go there.
Parents everywhere hear this: Please, for the sake of every living person alive, do not take your sick child into public. It’s not good for your kids and it’s not good for anyone else. Braving going to work may be one thing (although just as bad) but heading out to “mommy and me” events dragging your snot dripping infant/toddler is so not cool.
Rant over.
In any case, I had an opportunity to head out of the house, drive a million miles away (45 minutes) and head to the most amazing park in Victoria, the legendary Beacon Hill. Here is where most tourists to our fine city must go. If not for the vistas of the ocean as you stroll along it’s high cliffs, then for the duck ponds, flowers, and petting zoo. The whole park is also overrun with peacocks, and whenever I hear their haunting call I am brought back to my childhood. I used to visit this park every summer with my favourite aunt and I still think of her today whenever I go.

On a sunny morning between rain breaks, I took the kids for a little stroll to visit with the animals. The resident park dwellers are pretty friendly and most (squirrels, ducks, geese, etc.) will come right up to you.
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Lately it seems like all I’ve been talking about is how exhausting having kids is. How busy you are, how much time they consume, what and how they eat, what time they hit the pillow at night. Frankly, it’s exhausting hearing about it isn’t it?
I decided that I needed a little relaxation recently, as it was my birthday after all and my best friend works at a spa. What better excuse to get out of the house for a few hours alone and get pampered? So I did and I loved it and my toes are still shiny and red and the skin is so soft. I feel like it’s something everyone should do once a week, but of course, none of us have the time or the money.
Why is it so hard to get a minute to yourself?
Oh right, the kids.

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There’s just something about babies fresh from the bath. They smell good, their unholy, softer-than-soft-skin is still damp, their hair is all tousled and crazy and they are of course butt naked and innocent as can be. She looked like this for approximately 3.5 seconds (enough for a shutter click) before she started wailing in my face about being cold. Who could blame her. She’d been in the bath for about 35 minutes with her big brother while they both splashed incessantly, moving all the water from the tub to the bathmat, and I’d left the bathroom door open. Cold water + Cold air + Wet baby = screamfest.
It could be one of the reasons I am counting down the days to our big move. There is no working heater in our bathroom right now, never has been. It’s cold as hell when you get out of a ridiculously hot shower and I hate it. I cower in the stall and open the curtain a slit to reach out one arm and find the towel. I stay in there until I’m dry. I have a thing with being cold.
In any case, it is now only 17 days until our move. We have exactly three boxes packed. I blame my laziness, but also the poor acoustics of our home and the fact that Isla’s room is directly in the middle of the house, one floor up. We can’t do anything while she’s sleeping in fear of waking her, but we can’t do it while she is awake because our kids are attention whores. There’s just no pleasing anybody.
I’m hoping we can get this place packed up in the remaining weekends, but we shall see….
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