Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Christmas....

Santa spoiled everyone in 2012.
Yep... I said it... It is three months away today. Christmas is coming faster then we can blink. Time to start getting ready!
Now Christmas has traditionally been my favorite holiday of the year. Buying presents for everyone I love, going to pick out the perfect real Christmas tree. Singing Dolly Parton's Christmas CD while baking in my kitchen. I love those things!
Oh the memories.... I remember each year as a child piling into Dad's van. Mom, Dad, Jackie, always Amanda and I would sing at the top of our lungs. We would head out to this little tree farm about 40 minutes away. Each of us heading in a different directly, yelling out loud "WHAT ABOUT THIS ONE MOM!!!", because her stamp of approval was the only way Dad was cutting it down. We tracked bunny poop trails trying to figure out where that bunny could be. We had snowball fights,of course Dad always threw one too hard and made one of us cry, resulting in Mom scolding him. I digress.... When the perfect tree was finally selected, Mom circled it numerous times before giving Dad the go ahead. We all excitedly stood around and yelled "Timberrrrrrrrrrr" as it fell to the ground. Dragging it to the front of the lot, we would sing another Christmas song. Then we would each have a cup of hot apple cider while Dad paid for the tree and loaded it  onto the van. The ride home was much like the ride to the tree farm. The excitement still high because we all knew that heading home to decorate the tree was next on the to do list.
That is what Christmas is.... That is why I love Christmas. Those are the memories I want to give my little girl. Those songs are the ones I want her to sing.
Why does that feel so far from what Christmas has become? Last year we knew we would be driving to Toronto to be with our family for the holidays. We debated getting a real tree or none at all. After all, we wouldn't be there for Christmas anyways. In the end I decided it was important to me, to have a tree in our home.We had a three year old who was excited for the holiday.We went crazy purchasing gifts for our everyone in the family even though we had all agreed before hand that it was only for the children and not to spend money on gifts for adults (why does this happen, even with the beforehand conversation?).  We piled into the truck and made the long trek home to Ontario. Arriving 20 hours later in our home province, we were finally able to spend some time with our family.
The long long drive to Toronto....
A little bit excited that we are almost there!!!
It was wonderful. We spent 7 days in Ontario. There was a lot of running around, a lot of laughs, a few glasses of wine and the children played until they fought over toys and giggled until they couldn't anymore.
Jordon and I's families came together for Christmas eve to let the children exchange gifts, followed by a large Christmas dinner on Christmas day! It is incredible to see two families merge. And I was grateful that we could all spend that time together.
Cookie decorating with Grampie
That being said, it was extremely difficult. We ran back and forth between my parents home and Jordon's sisters home during that week. Trying to divide our time when we couldn't all be together. It was important that we see everyone and share our time.
It was exhausting. Day 7, we packed up the truck, which was so packed with gifts received that we could not have fit another thing in there if we tried and got ready to hit the road. Doping Kaylee up with gravol as she gets extremely motion sick, we pushed through horrific weather. 28 hours later, we arrived home. We unpacked the truck, tried to find homes for everything we has brought home and settled into a pair of jammies to relax. We had one day before having to return to work. Pooped!!! I was pooped!
Tuckered right out!
This year Jordon and I looked into flying home for Christmas to avoid the long drive, bad weather. The price tag of said flights.... $2700 FOR THREE OF US!!!!!! That is outrageous. Absolutely insane...

So this year... I really would love to get back to basics. Stick to the no gifts except for the children. Go and pick out a Christmas tree with Kaylee. Wake up in my own bed Christmas morning, pour my cup of tea into my favorite mug, take a seat on my couch and watch my little girl open her gifts. No rush. No running around. No chaos. Just a quiet simple Christmas at home. 

Arriving back home in Halifax. New dollhouse has
been reassembled!
Do I wish that I lived an hour away from my family so we could wake up and spend Christmas morning at our house and then spend the rest of the day with family? Of course! That would be ideal. Its a dream I hope is someday attainable. I hope to be sharing many Christmas dinners with all of my family.  This year however, Jordon and I sat and talked, with the limited time off work, I think we are just going to stay home.
Snuggles with PoppaBear.
Snuggles with Auntie Cher and Jaron!

In the car driving with Auntie Jackie
All of that being said, in a recent discussion with my therapist  friend Holly, we were discussing Christmas traditions. What do you buy for your almost 4 year old who wants everything! How do you sign the presents? From Mommy & Daddy, or from Santa? Do you wrap your stocking stuffers? What traditions did you grow up with? What traditions did your husband grow up with? How do you compromise or create your own tradition together?  All questions she threw out there for me. 

I am going to answer those and then ask you- my far and few between readers the same questions.

How do you decide what to buy for your children?

Playing with her new dollhouse!
My honest answer here... Is that I am an impulse buyer. I try and stick to a guideline of a few toys, a few new outfits and always some books. This usually however turns into excessive amounts of everything she loves. Guilty as charged...

How do you sign your gifts?

I sign 98% of the gift from Santa or someone else at the North Pole. I.e. Prancer, Vixen, Mrs. Clause, The elves, Rudolf.

Do you wrap stocking stuffers?

Time to rip them all open!!!
I wrap everything. From new lip chap in a stocking, to the new dollhouse. It all gets wrapped. I think of the evenings when she goes to bed and I spread everything out on the living room floor and spend hours wrapping and decorating each gift, so that Christmas morning, that shinny paper and those pretty bows, reflect in that little girls eyes. I love those moments.

What traditions did I grow up with?

Christmas morning... A little outrageous right?
All of them! I told you about our Christmas tree tradition. But we shared all of our holiday traditions together. Christmas eve my sister and I would always sleep in the same bed. We would wake up at crazy o'clock in the morning with our stockings on the end of our bed. Rule was we were allowed to open our stockings in our room. Then we would have to wait until Mom told us we could get up. (She was usually just as excited as us and if we didn't wake her up before 6am, she woke us up!). We then spent the entire morning unwrapping gifts and having breakfast. We would guess what some gifts were. Dad would drive us crazy by opening gifts without ripping the paper. It was a form of taunting us. Slowing the process down. Mom would usually start cooking breakfast sometime in the middle of gift opening. My parents loved to spoil us. Christmas was about our family of four. After breakfast we would usually head to Nanny and Poppa's house or they to ours. The turkey dinner that followed always had everyone in bed before 9pm. 

What was Christmas like for my Husband?

We haven't spoken in depth about this. Probably because we for 12 years have been trying to form our own traditions. But from what I remember of conversations we have had, his family would leave their home in Ontario and drive to Quebec for Christmas's. With all of their extended family there, they would travel and spend the holidays amongst the group. I know his Mother loved Christmas. She loved the give to everyone. So I can only imagine, he like myself was spoiled rotten each and every Christmas. I know from the one Christmas I spent at his family in Quebec's home, that the Kenny Rogers and Dolly Parton Christmas TAPE, was played about 1000 times over the holidays. Cooking and baking was endless as were the laughs and love shared.

How have we compromised to create our own traditions?

Hubby with his new hat!
I think we have both simply incorporated what was important for us growing up. For myself, a real tree was important to me. Jordon could do with or without a real tree. I trumped him on that one. For him, sitting beside the tree on Christmas morning and handing out the gifts to everyone is his favorite part. Most other aspects of the traditions, were similar. We agree it is now about our daughter. Precious moments spent together. It is a time of love, laughs, relaxation and great food (okay, maybe a glass of wine or two as well).

So, there you have it. Christmas in a nut shell. So now I ask the same questions of you. I would love to hear your responses. Readers love seeing other peoples answers. So take a couple of minutes and let me know about your Christmas. Are you excited this year?

Thanks again for stopping by and Happy Hump Day! 

Thursday, September 19, 2013

This Bed.....

This bed was the very first purchase we made after the purchase of our home.

First week in our new home... No other furniture. Just a
great big bed, with horrible bedding and hideous
bedroom decor.
After renting a basement apartment to save money, sleeping on an old grungy mattress, I wanted a real bed. A big bed. So, 2 days before our house closed, I picked one out and had it set to be delivered for the day we moved in.

This bed was worth an arm and a leg.
This bed is 6 feet wide and 6 1/2 feet long.
This bed has shared a lot of love. It was a bed that began with Jordon and I. Our space full of big dreams and hope for all the things the future held.
We have laid in this bed, many a nights discussing our lives.

This bed held our daughter on the long nights of teething, feeding and play time.  











This bed has shared dog hairs, cat hairs, drool, tears,and countless late night snacks.
This bed witnessed fights, witnessed love making, witnessed drunken shananigans.
This bed has since  evolved from a bed we shared with our furr babies, to a white comforter and high thread count sheets that they are no longer allowed on. It has changed the "colour of its skin" countless times however never changing the purpose it served. 

This bed.... Ohhhhh This bed........It seems it was taken over last night. It suddenly became a 1 foot wide space I was sharing with my husband, with nowhere to go. This bed was no longer my luxurious, soft, warm 3 foot space (thats my side). It was taken over by the like of this....

While I was unable to move out of my alloted one foot granted space at 1am to take a photo, this is how she sleeps...
I can assure you it is quite similar to the position she slept in last night... On mine and Jordon's side of the bed.
Somehow she had snuck into our bed. Crawled in behind me and slowy distributed her body farther and farther across the bed. How can one tiny little being take up so much space? How is it possible for that same tiny little being to project so much heat. It is no secret that I love to be warm. I have my space heater going under my desk in July on the "damp" days. But her? She is a furnace... She was sending off beams of heat that had me wanting to rip every article of clothing off of me.
Once I realized what was going on, I crawled over top of her and carefully carried her back to her room. Tucked her in and kissed her. Stumbled back to my bed, spread out in my three feet and smiled. Ahhh, back to normal. I woke to the same senario at 4am.... Sweating, squished up against Jordon's back and once again confused as to how this little monster had managed to sneak back into my bed.
So this morning, I slept in, woke up tired and maybe a little cranky.

Her on the other hand....


Happy Thursday Y'all!

Tuesday, September 17, 2013

Guest Blogger Holly... Response to "Life before Parenthood"...

Hey All!

Very first guest post here! Holly sent me an awesome response to today's entry and so I thought it would be a great opportunity to share! Since she is new to the blogging world, what better way to get out there but to share our stories!

Again, you can catch Holly's blog at Happy Happy Happy Holly 
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It’s funny, as I sat at my kitchen table last week, paper and pen in hand, looking at the Sears Christmas Wish Book, I had a thought… It’s only the beginning of September, what am I doing looking at the Wish Book and thinking about Christmas already? Then I answered my own thought with a simple "because I’m a Mom"
Christmas as a mother takes extreme planning, budgeting, searching, hunting, and preparation to make sure that every possible detail, gift and gadget is purchased, wrapped and presented.

So after reading your post this morning I thought to myself, "what else do I do differently specifically because I am a Mom?"

I make at least 2 sometimes 3 different meals at supper time. I like to eat "somewhat" healthy, Alex eats VERY plain. And the kids eat like kids… so its time consuming and somewhat frustrating making multiple meals. Something I would never do if I did not have children. If I were a single woman or even just a couple, I am pretty sure we would eat out every night.

I drive a minivan… No self-respecting woman in the 21st century wants to drive a minivan. But when you have 2 toddlers in car seats and a new born on the way, you find yourself test driving mini vans… That was me back in the summer of 2009, a 2 and 3 year oldand a baby on the way and we needed something that could hold all those car seats safely and comfortably. Now my kids are a little older mind you but I still drive that minivan. You wouldn’t believe the stuff I can fit in that thing.

I buy comfortable shoes… It’s unbelievably depressing when I walk through the mall looking in the windows at all the sexy shoes and boots out there. But the only thing that floods my mind as a mother is "where the hell would I wear those?" They are gorgeous, crazy expansive but so impractical. As I walk off in my Birkenstock or Uggs (they go with everything) I hang my head in shame at my Mom shoes.
I don’t even flinch at the sight of puke, poop or boogers… It’s a talent I have only acquired after becoming a mother. I have seen it all! Every color, texture, smell. In the weirdest places! Walls, beds, hair, floors, even in a pocket once. Being a mom has completely sent my weak stomach packing!
I have also learned to eat my words, and stop judging other people and their kids. I can’t tell you how many times in the past I have said "Oh my child would never do that" or "My child would never get away with that" Trust me… at some point; your child is going to do "that", and say "that". Whether you like it or not, you are going to become "that Mom" The one you swore you never would.
So Jaymie, in response to this morning’s post. You are defiantly right; hit the nail right on the head. "Life before parenthood must have been awfully boring."
I could not imagine my life without all the tears, meals, messes, tantrums, smiles, hugs, kisses, late nights, early mornings…

Holly
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Head on back to the blog soon! :)

Life before parenthood...

Morning photoshoots are becoming harder!
Hey!! How is everyone this morning?

No comments on worst gift ever... No more followers on my blog... That's okay, I will pretend not to be upset. Ha Ha!
I have a few little things I want to throw out there today before I get into my main topic.

First on the docket... My friend Holly has decided to create her own little blog. Her own corner of the Internet! So head on over to Happy Happy Happy Holly and welcome her to the blogging world! Our hubby's have coined us... the equivalent of a bromance (bahaha, love this). So I am thrilled that she has taken the plunge to tell you all how awesome she is!

Second thing.. I want to tell everyone, so that I am accountable. I hit up the gym last night. I did the 55 minute RPM (Spin) class. It is amazing how fast your body forgets what working like that feels like. I didn't know if I would make it. Our instructor had us climbing a hill, high resistance, pushing hard. He yells "Harder dammit! Don't give up! It's what your here for! To become stronger! Your body and your mind. PUSHHHHHHHHHHH HARDERRRRRRR!"... I tell you if that man was not yelling at me (and yes I felt like it was directly at my fat ass who wanted to give up more then anything else at that moment), I would have fallen to the floor and died. But... I didn't. I finished the class. I finished strong! I smiled and felt proud. And that felt good. I went home and guess what? Somehow, things at home still managed to get done and all was fine with the world. I had help from Jordon to finish my chores and we even squeezed in an episode of Breaking Bad. The hubs and I are 5 episodes in to the first season.

Before Spin...
After Spin....
Supper- Steamed veggies, rice and salmon.
Finished product.
Alright... I was laying in bed thinking about this post last night. Mostly because I almost cannot remember what my life was like before Kaylee. I know we partied like rock stars and slept in. What does that term "sleeping in" look like you ask? Well... Definitely NOT having a toddler poke you and say "Mum? Mummmy... I am hungry. Can you put Dora on and make me breakfast now" at 6:30am on a Saturday... And feeling like the 3 glasses of wine you drank the night before are the equivalent of a freight train playing bumper cars between your ears... Nope... Sleeping in was laying in bed until the case of beer you thought was a great idea the night before wears off. Yes... Sleeping in was turning on the tv and laying in your jammies for hours after you should have gotten up to do something.
These days, 8am feels oh so good. And if I do on the very rare occasion stay in bed past that, I feel guilty. Like "get your lazy ass up, you have a million things to be doing, not wasting it away in bed!".

Life before parenthood meant my biggest responsibility was the dogs. So getting in the car and going anywhere was simply easy. Grocery shopping took 15 minutes instead of an hour, with begging and pleading for cupcakes and kinder surprise eggs.

Life before parenthood meant, heading to Queensland Beach to lay on a towel and just soak up the sun. No sand in uncomfortable crevices, packing picnics, toys, cameras, sippy cups that just end up covered in sand and application after application of sunscreen (that too just means the sand will stick to those cute chubby little legs). Nope... It meant a towel, a book and probably a nap on the beach.. That was it.

Life before parenthood meant spending my paychecks on new shoes and cute "downtown" shirts. Not cute toddler boots and leopard skinny jeans for an adorable 3 1/2 year old.

Life before parenthood must have been awfully boring. As I typed those things out... I thought, how lonely it sounded. How lifeless, dull and quiet life must have been without paints, sand, kinder eggs and yes even Dora... I love being a parent. I love being Kaylee's Mom. I love that I never know what each day will bring. I love watching her grow, absorb life eagerly, boldly and beautifully.
I love opening my eyes on a Saturday morning, to see those brown eyes that mirror my own, starring at me excitedly for us to begin another day.

So while, sometimes, the tantrums, attitude of a 3 1/2 year old, and early Saturday mornings feel too much to take on.... I wouldn't change it for the world.

What was your life like before parenthood?

Have a Terrific Tuesday Y'all!


Monday, September 16, 2013

Men really are from Mars!

Check out this ball of cuteness!
Relationships… They are work… They are joyous and painful. They are an ever-evolving journey that we take through life.

I have written on marriage before. I have voiced my opinions are the importance of communication and respect. I would be lying if I said my marriage was perfect. It is not. It is something we work on. We continue to work on. Because we love each other. And we want it to work. We want to work for it. That is not to say that some days I don’t. That I wonder why we have to try. I want to be an honest writer. I also want to respect my husbands wishes in keeping this blog about me and not publicizing too much of our personal life… That’s a hard line to draw. Although, I do believe only a few of my loved ones read this. Ha ha!

Needless to say, Jordon and I are working hard right now. It seems we go through cycles. We do so well. Everything is great, and then all of a sudden its not. I have thought about it and thought about it. I think we forget to keep talking. We get so caught up in the hustle and bustle of life that we forget to talk. You run and run to get things done and then, when Kaylee is in bed, the chores are done and we are finally sitting down for supper, its 8pm and supper winds up being in front of the tv just so we can relax.
I do this. I worry about having my house look good and stop asking how my husband’s day was. And he is walking in the door to try and help me finish up the chores I have been working on, so he doesn’t feel guilty about not helping with house work, that he then forgets to ask how my day was.
I put that pressure on us in our house. I feel like I wear so many hats in a day. My work hat, my Mom hat,  my housekeeper hat and sometimes my wife hat leaves a little to be desired. I know Jordon would say that same about his Hubby hat. He works incredibly hard in a day. He is successful because of his drive to succeed and keep everyone happy. He also endures an immense amount of pressure and stress in a day. Jordon is a hyper guy, and stress management is not his strength. So, I can only imagine coming home to see me running around the house like a chicken with its head cut off only adds to his stress.
I often resent him for all I have to do in a day. Which isn’t really a fair thing to do. The reality is, he cannot help me with chores when he is at work. So I cannot fault him for this. Writing it down makes perfectly logical sense. But on a Tuesday evening, with a cranky tired toddler, supper cooking, dogs rambunctious and a list of chores still waiting to be checked off a list… He is an easy out.
I need to put more effort on a day to day basis into two things. #1 -Myself. If I do more for myself, I will be happier, which will reflect on my everyday life with my family. I want to get back to the gym. Today is going to be day 1. I kind of threw in the towel this summer. In the spring, I had a great routine down. It is time to get back to that. Doing that for myself will help me feel better about myself and also let me feel like I am taking an hour a day for me.
Supper- Garden salad, garlic bread and brushetta, half a
baked potato and a grilled steak...
With a side of sunshine (White wine and OJ) Yum!
#2. My marriage. I need to give Jordon my honest effort. I need to talk to him in a day. I want to know what his day was like. I want to know how he is feeling. So, new rule…. No more supper in front of the tv. I don’t know when or how we started that. We never did that until the last 6 months or so. So, unless it’s a Friday night and we have ordered a pizza, its supper at the dinner table. No tv.
We came to a head last week where we were both starring at each other. Neither knowing what each other expected and both looking for answers. Jordon suggested we write something down. Our expectations of each other. Have some sort of guide. Know where we stand. I am not great at vocalizing my feelings. I can write about them for days, but talking about them… I falter over my words. I get so caught up in the emotion I feel, I tend to get angry or shut down. So, just by Jordon bringing up writing it down, felt like a step in the right direction. He recognized one of my downfalls and wanted to work in a way that is easier for me. That felt good.
Now, onto the next topic of conversation. Related but not. If you know what I mean.


I know Men are from Mars and Women are from Venus. I haven’t read the book, however I think I have learned enough through life to know that this rings true. I recently acquired a new friend. Someone who understood this concept in the same light as me. Someone unexpected and a little bit awesome.
We met when we were teenagers. I think to have called us friends at that point in our life is a stretch. We went to a few of the same parties and I was dating her friend (Jordon).  Needless the say, 10-12 years later, we are still Facebook friends. Not too long ago, we began Facebook chatting. Our small simple conversation evolved and suddenly I was confiding in her as she was in me. We talk about our children, our men and how to tackle it all. Some things I have never shared- my insecurities, my weaknesses, the things I am unsure about in life… I suddenly was sharing with this woman who is virtually a stranger. And while she may virtually be a stranger, she has become a great friend.
Playing cinderella and making a mess in
her room!
So… To lighten the mood a little here… Do men have some sort of handbook on gift giving? Like how to purchase the thing that will most leave your woman scratching her head? I love my husband dearly. However if I receive one more gift that is related to the food I cook him, I may beat him with it.
Christmas, new pots, pans, bakeware and Rubbermaid glassware. Now they are the best pots on the market and I truly needed to bakeware. I love them all…… But…..
2 year anniversary, a gorgeous new BBQ. It was what we needed. I wanted one! There is no doubt in my mind that he made a practical decision…..But…..
I was chatting about these lovely gifts with my newfound friend. She said “Oh I got that beat!”. It was her two year anniversary and she was crossing fingers and toes that he would ‘put a ring on it’. He surprised her with… Drumroll please…………….A custom made Crokenol board.

If your thinking, what the heck is that, your not alone. I still don’t know. But from what I gathered, it’s a board game of sorts…. I am sure he meant well. But………
I mean really guys? Someone needs to write a book listing all the things your wife/girlfriend/partner would love to receive and all the things you should under no circumstances get her.

Men really are from Mars. They are on such a different spectrum then us 80% of the time!
What is the worst gift your guy (or gal) has surprised you with?
Let me know, I would love to hear what you have to say!

Thanks for stopping by the Blog! Have a great day!





Wednesday, September 4, 2013

Labor Day Weekend!

Hey Y'all!

I hope the long weekend found you well and you are settling back into the hustle and bustle of everyday life. I know I  had a good weekend but I am certainly not settled in. Ha ha!
Cottage view...
I mentioned last week that my sitter was on vaca and Grampie is staying with us to watch Kaylee. It is awesome! We are so lucky. It does however throw any sense of routine off balance. 


Friday night fire with Mommy/Boating fun/Toby-/Kaylees wind blown face and Momma.

Boating/Snacktime/Playing with Grampie/Fishing off the rock..(peace and quiet)
Last Thursday I arrived home from work and Kaylee was bouncing. Quite literally. She was wound up. I immediately looked at her and asked "Did you have a nap today?". She grinned up at me and happily replied "Yes Momma". Grampie swears it was just a few minutes while he was in the bathroom shaving. I am guessing closer to the 1 hour mark for sure. 

Now, let me tell you.... Kaylee does not nap. She does not nap because she is already a busy child for 12 hours of her day and providing her with even a 20 minute nap results in a few extra hours of energy in the evening. I love my child. I swear to god, more then life itself I love that little girl. But when she was still up and kicking at 10pm..... I thought I might run away and never look back. With hubby, Grampie, and her leaving first thing in the morning for the cottage I was trying to tackle getting everything ready. I had to work Friday which meant organization Thursday night was crucial. Doing that with her running around was exhausting. I was in bed when she was....
When the cottage gives you no shower
water pressure... Have a "Sink Bath"
Playing on a dreary day!
Friday morning I headed off to work and left Kaylee in the very capable hands of the boys (Daddy and Grampie). They tackled the last minute chaos of packing and hitting the road, while I enjoyed the peace and quiet of work. Terrible isn't it? That I was relishing in the fact that I was not there being a part of that chaos. Jordon sent me a message when they arrived, saying the cottage was lovely and the lake was gorgeous. I anxiously awaited 4pm when I could head home, pick up the dogs and hit the road to the cottage. I arrived that evening and so began our long weekend. The dogs were in their glory! I think Lily (our lab) lived in the lake the whole weekend. 
Saturday morning, we awoke to rain. It was supposed to be sunny and gorgeous. I think we all kind of felt defeated. Jordon headed down to the boat to fish while I cooked up a breakfast and got organized for the day. 
After eating brunch, we headed into town to the farmers market. It was by far the nicest farmers market I have ever been to. I simply wish I would have taken some photos. The smell of fresh bread when we walked through the parking lot, had my cheeks watering. It was better then.... never mind I won't go there. LOL. 
Can't seem to get away from the limey stuff!
The fresh fruit was gorgeous. The veggies not only looked incredible. They smelled incredible. Not to mention the fresh pot of chili that was cooking on a stove in the back. Well, I filled 2 baskets. And if there were carts, I probably would have filled that too. I love that stuff. Having fresh local food in my fridge/on my counter makes me smile. (Weird I know).
On the drive back to the cottage, low and behold, the sun came shinning through! Hallelujah!!
Best face in the world....
A friend Jordon worked with came by in his boat to give us a tour of the lake and the day turned out to be amazing! Kaylee was in her glory, the country girl in me was grinning from ear to ear, Jordon and his Dad sat in the back chatting with Jim. We arrived home late that day and I put ribs to slow cook on the grill while we sat back and enjoyed a few cold beer. Our rainy day had turned into the perfect sunny cottage get away day!
Sunday, it rained... and rained some more... We entertained ourselves inside, walked in the rain and when it let up just a little, went down to the water to play in the sand.
Monday morning, we packed it all up and headed home. 
This brings me to my next question... How is it possible to pack so much stuff in a matter of an hour or two (okay maybe three) and it takes a whole day to unpack and get everything organized. Add to that 6 loads of laundry and Monday was over as fast as it began! 
Jordon was off yesterday and had a few things he wanted to get done around the house. Being home with his Dad and Kaylee, and trying to tackle the things he wanted to get done, proved to be difficult. I know Jordon appreciates all I do in a day. I do know that... But I think yesterday he REALLY realized. Is it cruel to say, I was glad he was able to see how much work it is to be home and taking care of things? Maybe so... 
Happiest kid ever?
Needless to say, the long weekend weather stunk. But we made the best of it. Jordon and his Dad did get to head out and do some fishing- even if it was in the rain, we all enjoyed an amazing afternoon boat riding, the dogs were in their glory and Kaylee, well she was thrilled to do something different and enjoy the outdoors. 

What did you do for your long weekend? Did  you get away for weekend or enjoy a weekend at home?

Happy Hump Day everyone! I hope its a great one! :)
Kisses for Mommy!