We're an adventurous family, taking all opportunities to travel and get out and about as much as possible. From our quick day trippin' to weekenders to week and even month long trips I hope to capture as much as I can in this Blog.

Please enjoy our photos and my words and feel free to leave a comment at the end of the post; I'd love to hear what you have to say.

Saturday, August 23, 2008

Winding down

We have a crawler on our hands. Little C could stand the 'relaxed atmosphere' no longer and decided that she better start moving. Firstly to keep up with big brother, and secondly to keep mama on her toes. If she's not in the bathroom eating toilet paper, she can be found rifling through daddy's magazines, trying on shoes in the cupboard, opening drawers in the kitchen, or trying to negotiate behind the T.V. to grab kitties tails.

"but mummy, I wasn't going to eat much toilet paper, I swear!"

C enjoying the repetitive game of putting the ball into the can, taking it out and so on...

As soon as anything soft and cuddly gets close she's sucking her thumb and ready for bed.

We have had a long week due to Big B's work inventory. B was home after work every day for an hour or so and off he went again until after 10 to count count count! I am sure he's seen enough of that place. Thank goodness for small vacations though because we have a camping trip planned next week and we should hopefully be enjoying ourselves with NO thoughts of work for at least 5 days. Then I am back to work, and the kids are bundled off to daycare. I am not so much looking forward to returning to work as I am looking forward to and very grateful that Little B and C get to socialize and play and even learn.
Staying home with mama tends to get a bit bleak after awhile.

We had a great belated birthday dinner at my brothers last night. His wife and him just got back from Italy last week. They had an awesome time - no doubt, and seeing all the photos made me wish I was still there. With my whole family this time! We were lucky enough to see a mother deer and her baby venture into the neighbours yard while we were on the deck. The wasps joined in the wildlife adventure and devoured the beef. Little B fell down and whacked his head on the patio, ending his fun rather quickly. The evening came to a close at dusk and packed safely into their carseats, my 2 bundles of giggles were fast asleep in minutes (giving me a rather relaxing drive home!)

Monday, August 18, 2008

Summertime fun.

Little C loves the water more and more. She tries to shove off your body when you're holding her above the water. I think she really expects us to drop her in the lake. Knowing her she'll be swimming soon!

Little B surprised us all and said yes to a tube ride with his friend. They kept on shouting " faster! faster!" I don't think Little B knew what was in store for him if he fell out of the tube. Thankfully he didn't have to find out as the boat kept slow and steady. Some bumps and waves sent them airborne and the look of shock on their little faces was priceless.

Little B learning to fly.

Thursday, August 14, 2008

The lottery of life.....

I am uncharacteristically anxious about going back to work. Lets be honest. 12 months off on Maternity Leave with a 3 year old and a new baby is WORK. It's a hell of alot harder than inputing data and answering the phone all day.
In my normal day at work I can be sure to finish my coffee before it's stone cold. At home however with a rambunctious 3 year old doing break dancing moves and jump kicks over the baby's head, coffee is inevitably going to get luke warm at best.

So where are these bothersome butterflies coming from? My kids will be spending their days taken care of one of the best daycare providers this side of Mars. Her caring and nurturing goes above and beyond my own maternal ways. My job is familiar to me. I miss the 'water cooler chats' and occasional office politics. I am even getting a raise! Nevertheless shaking the blues and feeling of near desperation from my bones is becoming a daily task. I know full well that once back in the game I will be happy. So why the unease?
Getting the kids ready for daycare, myself ready for work, dishes in the dishwasher, cats and dog fed, litter box cleaned, dinner planned, car seats organized; all these seem more like simple chores than burdens believe it or not. I sometimes think I thrive on turmoil, finding inner peace as I systematically bring order to chaos. Why else would I absentmindedly bring yet another cat into the already overcrowded litter box?

Is this feeling of apprehension coming from somewhere out in left field? Maybe it's not to do with getting back into the work force at all. Anyone who knows B and I know we are brimming with daydreams. Leaving in the '72 Suburban, making dust to the East Coast where we would nestle into a new life. Thats one reoccurring image. Others include spending our days with the Californian surf lapping at our toes as the kids splash in the salt water and build sand match mummy and daddy's castles in the air!

When asked what I would do if I won the lottery I inevitable come up with the same answers. Quit my job. Buy a motorhome. Travel the country with my family. These confirmations breathe life back into me when I am down. Spending time with B and our two angels is my number one pursuit in life. If I could make a career out of loving my family, keeping them close, making memories for them to carry with them through their years; this would be a career I would be proud of. I know I can still carry these simple things out while I work, while they're at daycare, while we rush around the house organizing our days. My parents did it, thousands of others do it every day. But is it what I want? No, it's not.

So why the inconsistency? Why do we buy a house, make a home, purchase vehicles, so we have to work 8 hours or more a day to pay for everything? In your heart of hearts you must admit you really don't have an answer. You're immediate response will be what all others say. It's what we do. We have to save for the future, save for when we are old. "You must put life off until you have no life left." Thats what I hear when I tell myself these things.

If I search deep down inside my soul I know what I want. A simple life. A roof over my head, warmth for my babies, food for their bellies, 4 wheels to get me to my part time job and home again. Most would look at our lives right now and say that IS what we have! But it's still too much. We work out of necessity. We live quasi paycheck to paycheck. We travel, we 'see', we find time to spend together as a family, raking in the soft hugs and wet kisses as if they will suddenly halt tomorrow. We live life within our means pushing the limits every which way so we can be as happy as we possibly can and do as many of the things we want to do. I can't complain. Italy has touched the soles of my feet this past year. Boating, camping, road trips to unknown locations based entirely on early morning whims.

So we go on. Work our long days. Cash our paychecks. Pay our bills. Plan for more trips a 1/4 of which are realistic, another 1/4 of THOSE ever coming to fruition. Before we know it we will be taking Little B to his 1st day of Kindergarten, teaching him how to drive a car, applauding at his graduation, walking Little C down the isle, swaddling our newborn grandchildren. Life will ebb and flow like the Californian Ocean we wish we were closer to. The ups and downs, tragedies of life, blessings and miracles; they will all happen, with or without our castles in the air materializing. We will grow old and look back on our incredible fortunate life and the memories we made and be thankful that everything went the way it did. Understanding fully at that moment that we won the lottery of life long, long ago. I hope at that moment when B and I are aged, holding each others wrinkly hands, reminiscing about our life together and the trails we blazed, we come to the conclusion that it really all WAS worth it. Endless hours spent working for someone else, daycares and babysitters spending countless hours parenting our children, buying and selling property trying to make a retirement nest egg for us to live out our days on.

Because you only get one chance to live your life. There won't be a DeLorean at our disposal. No time travel for regrets. I honestly don't think we'll ever regret one day of our lives. But will the lingering thoughts of "What if.." ooze into our elderly minds. "What if we really had sold everything and hit the open trail, destination south!?" "What if we moved to Nova Scotia?" What if we bought a farm in New Brunswick?"

Only time will tell where we land. Our entire lives may revolve around this little town in the desert. Our path may take us somewhere we never imagined. A fantasy so wild even we couldn't dream it up.
I know my purpose at the moment. It's to create a safe, secure, loving environment for my babies. Live my life to the fullest. Show my children how to do the same. Be thankful for my health and that of my family. Remember my past, my own loving upbringing, and try pass it along the best I can to Little B and C.
But in the back of my mind, in that little part of the brain that daydreams, plans, and concocts
fantastic, impracticable plans and desires, I'll have my bags meticulously packed and the key in the ignition before Big B can even say "Lets do it!"

Monday, August 4, 2008

How to enjoy yourself........

Delay ALL chores of any kind. Pack family in boat. Go to beach.

I have major writers block. It may have something to do with the countless hours I spent in the sun this weekend doing absolutely nothing. We had the fortune to be blessed with housesitting Nana and Papas Lakehouse for the weekend. Snug as 4 bugs in a rug we settled right in like it was our own home. Patio doors opened up onto the green grass, sand, and crisp water; leading us to our boat every afternoon for a peaceful escape up-lake to our own private beach paradise.

Nana and Papas beach and our boat.

The majority of the West East side of North Osoyoos Lake is owned by the Osoyoos Indian Band and is for the most part undeveloped. There are numerous sandy beaches scattered along the shore, most of which are cramped with muscle bound tourists and their tanned beauties. We prefer a more subdued environment and head to a small point of sand where we can safely play and frolic in the shallow water. Bryce hauls his 3 huge Tonka toys with him in the engine compartment of the boat along with spades and buckets and a variety of beach friendly chewing toys for Cali. And umbrella, a few blankets, towels, a cooler full of cold drinks and we're set for the next few hours. Our simple wish for the summer months is that we are able to getaway to this beach at least once but hopefully twice a week.

Friday, August 1, 2008

Beauty And The Bath Rose

Baby Feet

Tell me, what is half so sweet
As a baby's tiny feet,
Pink and dainty as can be,
Like a coral from the sea?

Edgar Allen Guest