Mattea- you are almost three weeks old, and here's an update just for you. ( I want to ensure that I write things 'just for you' because you may find that being third down the line, there's not a lot coming down the pipeline that hasn't been first discovered and handled by your older siblings. SO, this is for you.
Day 1 was a day to relax and recover. You were my pretty little stranger, with dark hair, brown skin, and big eyes that stared.
Our first few days at home were blissfully quiet. Your grandma took Jesse and Anneliese for 3 whole days, and I am sure I fully recovered from giving birth in those magical 36 hours.
When they did come home, Jesse was a bit over eager, but a diligent 'big brother' nonetheless.
Anneliese- I'm sorry to say- did not take her role as big sister quite so seriously, despite the shirt she wore so proudly labelling her just that. She pretty much ignored you (and me) so it's safe to say she is still adjusting.
And I am adjusting to the irrefutable fact that children are, and will always be unpredictable. Our first night home as a family of 5, Jesse was up at 2 am with a sudden case of croup, and needed to go to the ER because he could hardly breathe. He recovered nicely from that, only to pick up a nasty cold, which he then spread to Anneliese, and you.
We got through that week, and headed into our first weekend without James, who was coaching an overnight volleyball tournament. So, first night with all three kids on my own proved to be another catastrophe. For starters, Halloween is never a great night to be home alone. We did a little bit of trick or treating at Uncle Doug and Aunt Vanessa's, just enough to get the kids thoroughly terrified of people in costume, and then headed home-- where we encountered more people in costumes. Of course, I had only managed to get the kids undressed and then they were sprinting around the house like maniacs on a sugar high, and you chose that moment to want to be fed, so when the doorbell started ringing, I was in no position to run and answer it. So Jesse, hospitable soul that he is, was answering our door in his underwear, getting scared out of his wits by the trick or treaters, but not clueing in that he needs to STOP answering the door. We ended up sitting in our house with the lights off, which was almost as bad.
When the morning finally came, I felt a surge of relief that we had survived the night. Turns out that feeling was a tad premature, because during my 4 minute shower, Jesse managed to get pinned under his dresser. He was providentially wearing his costume from the night before, and I think Bob the Builder's hard hat might have saved his life. The hat stayed pinned under the dresser, while his little body scampered out, relatively unhurt. I stood there puddling for a few more seconds (hadn't had time to grab a towel) desperately missing James' (at least, the extra set of hands). And that Mattea, is a sampling of what life is like with a 3 year old.
So while we are on the topic of your brother, I'll let you know that he also gets these ridiculous nightmares almost every night, (he currently is in one as I write this, and no matter what we do, he won't wake up). This, to my dismay, is moving from the realm of unpredictable to predictable, and we don't really have a clue what to do about it.
But it does have me wondering what YOU have in store for us down the road. Right now, you are a quiet, content, cuddly newborn. You eat, sleep, dirty up some diapers, and cry from time to time. You will soon be capable of a whole lot more, and although I'm much more experienced, I know you will throw your own curve ball at us in due time. Not sure I want to think about that yet, so I'll just enjoy the sleepy stage of life you are in. Because if you are anything like your brother and sister, you will grow up way too fast.
Wednesday, November 12, 2014
Friday, October 24, 2014
Labour and Delivery, round 3
I woke up Tuesday morning a total grump. It was a rough night of kids crying to crawl into our bed and moving into hysterics when we moved them back into their own. There is only so much 'cuddling' I can handle at 9 months pregnant, and my kids are sprawlers, which doesn't allow for anyone to really sleep comfortably.
This particular Tuesday morning happened to be my scheduled due date, and I was in no mood to share my precious bed space with anything other than my gigantic stomach. I didn't realize it then, as I lay in bed crampy and grumpy, unwilling to admit the day had begun and stuffing a pillow over my head, but labour had begun.
James was in game mode- rushing to put his tie on, and barely glanced over when I said- " this baby is coming today."
I mean, I barely heard it myself, being stuffed under my pillow, and not believing it anyways. I just thought it would be fun to throw James' off a little.
Then the kids rushed in, and James rushed out, and my pillow didn't hide me half as well as I thought. Time to get up.
This is when things got interesting. Apparently, in the getting up, my water 'broke' or half broke, and I was startled by the painful cramps of pre-labour. Time to start panicking.
I wasn't packed (despite James' badgering over the past week) the kids weren't packed, the house was a disaster (we were recovering from the flu, remember!?) and I had absolutely no idea how I was going to get it together with James at work and two demanding toddlers scrambling around my ankles.
I pitched my previous game plan (which was to have a super stay at home cleaning kind of day) and opted to call my mom. She came over that morning, bearing donuts and coffee. Blessed Relief. The whole morning I felt 'off', but with work to do, I didn't dwell on it, and we tackled organizing and cleaning a substantial amount. Mom continued to spoil all of us, whipping out to A & W to grab delicious fast food for lunch, and then we resumed the cleaning- 'we' being relative, because at this point, I was having to stop and lean my head against the wall while my stomach tightened into a cannonball, and my kids fought over a bouncy ball, and mom carried on with her mission to make our rooms presentable for the newest addition. God bless her.
Around 4, I thought I'd give the hospital a call, just to see if my water potentially breaking was of any significance to them-- and as it turned out-- yes, in fact, it was, and I should really get my butt over there ASAP so they could check things out. SO, mad scramble to pack up the kids, call up James, and pack the 'in case' over night bag if things really got rolling.
Despite some maddening traffic, we got to the hospital at 5:30 pm, discovered my 'membranes had ruptured (fancy way of saying my water kind of broke) and were presented with two options. Since I wasn't even in the ball park of being in real labour yet, I could get induced, or go back to Hamilton (with the threat of being induced in the morning). We opted to walk around Beamsville in the rain and grab dinner. I may have gone into panic mode at the word 'induced' (see post on Jesse's birth story, if you are curious at that reaction) and so a walk in the cold rain felt delicious. During said walk, my water fully broke, contractions came every 2 1/2 minutes, and became increasingly difficult to walk through. We ended up back in the hospital a half an hour later.
I think the nurse was shocked, because she had just sent us packing back to Hamilton, but I told her in no uncertain terms that this baby was on its way. She gave me one of those dainty little hospital gowns, and a bouncy ball, and pretty much left us to our own devices. I heard a lot in the next 30 minutes about 'climbing that mountain-- getting to the peak-- and climbing back down'.. nonsense really, but surprsingly helpful. Also helpful that James was there to rub my back, and let me bruise the crap out of his hand while I 'climbed that contracting mountain'.
After half an hour, the climbing turned into pushing, and I found myself on the bed, ready for the last, and most painful stage of labour. In 20 minutes, it was over. There was a brief scare in the middle, when the babies heart rate dropped, and Dr. Nwebube raced out to grab some forceps. I think it was a tactic, because the sight of that forced me to practically pop my head off pushing- and soon after, at 7:47 pm, to be exact, my girl was born, unassisted.
And she's a beauty. A dark head of hair, dark skin, 8lbs even, with a lusty cry, and a healthy dose of both Harskamp and Sikkema. Everything about her seems strong and sturdy and beautiful. We are thrilled that she is healthy, and here. Especially that she is here, and the fear of giving birth is behind me. Hallelujah!
These moments in life are very special to me. I get to see and experience the miracle of a life God created, and to receive the gift of a child God gave specifically to us, for His purpose, and His glory. And now we are home with this new little person, Jesse and Anneliese are (mercifully) still with their loving grandma, and I am just soaking up this clean, quiet living space, with my clean, quiet little baby. She has been so good so far, or maybe I'm just a little more experienced- but either way, life for us Harskamps has changed again. And if there is one thing I really do love, it's a bit of change every now and then :)
This particular Tuesday morning happened to be my scheduled due date, and I was in no mood to share my precious bed space with anything other than my gigantic stomach. I didn't realize it then, as I lay in bed crampy and grumpy, unwilling to admit the day had begun and stuffing a pillow over my head, but labour had begun.
James was in game mode- rushing to put his tie on, and barely glanced over when I said- " this baby is coming today."
I mean, I barely heard it myself, being stuffed under my pillow, and not believing it anyways. I just thought it would be fun to throw James' off a little.
Then the kids rushed in, and James rushed out, and my pillow didn't hide me half as well as I thought. Time to get up.
This is when things got interesting. Apparently, in the getting up, my water 'broke' or half broke, and I was startled by the painful cramps of pre-labour. Time to start panicking.
I wasn't packed (despite James' badgering over the past week) the kids weren't packed, the house was a disaster (we were recovering from the flu, remember!?) and I had absolutely no idea how I was going to get it together with James at work and two demanding toddlers scrambling around my ankles.
I pitched my previous game plan (which was to have a super stay at home cleaning kind of day) and opted to call my mom. She came over that morning, bearing donuts and coffee. Blessed Relief. The whole morning I felt 'off', but with work to do, I didn't dwell on it, and we tackled organizing and cleaning a substantial amount. Mom continued to spoil all of us, whipping out to A & W to grab delicious fast food for lunch, and then we resumed the cleaning- 'we' being relative, because at this point, I was having to stop and lean my head against the wall while my stomach tightened into a cannonball, and my kids fought over a bouncy ball, and mom carried on with her mission to make our rooms presentable for the newest addition. God bless her.
Around 4, I thought I'd give the hospital a call, just to see if my water potentially breaking was of any significance to them-- and as it turned out-- yes, in fact, it was, and I should really get my butt over there ASAP so they could check things out. SO, mad scramble to pack up the kids, call up James, and pack the 'in case' over night bag if things really got rolling.
Despite some maddening traffic, we got to the hospital at 5:30 pm, discovered my 'membranes had ruptured (fancy way of saying my water kind of broke) and were presented with two options. Since I wasn't even in the ball park of being in real labour yet, I could get induced, or go back to Hamilton (with the threat of being induced in the morning). We opted to walk around Beamsville in the rain and grab dinner. I may have gone into panic mode at the word 'induced' (see post on Jesse's birth story, if you are curious at that reaction) and so a walk in the cold rain felt delicious. During said walk, my water fully broke, contractions came every 2 1/2 minutes, and became increasingly difficult to walk through. We ended up back in the hospital a half an hour later.
I think the nurse was shocked, because she had just sent us packing back to Hamilton, but I told her in no uncertain terms that this baby was on its way. She gave me one of those dainty little hospital gowns, and a bouncy ball, and pretty much left us to our own devices. I heard a lot in the next 30 minutes about 'climbing that mountain-- getting to the peak-- and climbing back down'.. nonsense really, but surprsingly helpful. Also helpful that James was there to rub my back, and let me bruise the crap out of his hand while I 'climbed that contracting mountain'.
After half an hour, the climbing turned into pushing, and I found myself on the bed, ready for the last, and most painful stage of labour. In 20 minutes, it was over. There was a brief scare in the middle, when the babies heart rate dropped, and Dr. Nwebube raced out to grab some forceps. I think it was a tactic, because the sight of that forced me to practically pop my head off pushing- and soon after, at 7:47 pm, to be exact, my girl was born, unassisted.
And she's a beauty. A dark head of hair, dark skin, 8lbs even, with a lusty cry, and a healthy dose of both Harskamp and Sikkema. Everything about her seems strong and sturdy and beautiful. We are thrilled that she is healthy, and here. Especially that she is here, and the fear of giving birth is behind me. Hallelujah!
These moments in life are very special to me. I get to see and experience the miracle of a life God created, and to receive the gift of a child God gave specifically to us, for His purpose, and His glory. And now we are home with this new little person, Jesse and Anneliese are (mercifully) still with their loving grandma, and I am just soaking up this clean, quiet living space, with my clean, quiet little baby. She has been so good so far, or maybe I'm just a little more experienced- but either way, life for us Harskamps has changed again. And if there is one thing I really do love, it's a bit of change every now and then :)
Sunday, October 19, 2014
The baby boom of the year, (beginning with Matt and Morgan's little girl, followed by Aaron and Michelle's little boy, and most recently, Mike and Rachel's baby girl) is nearing completion. There are only two booms left, and one of them is mine. Due in two days, I'm still feeling about a week or two away from the boom reality, which will probably have Doug and Vanessa squeaking their baby in ahead of mine. Fine by me. I am still recovering from the untimely visit of the thanksgiving flu, that knocked us all on our asses for a full 5 days. Horrible.
I don't need to go into detail, for everyone's sake, but there was a lot of laundry, a lot of drugs, and a lot of NOT sleeping. SO, you can understand why the thought of introducing the newest Harskamp into the last week's madness was not a welcome one, and I think the mind has a lot of power over the body when it comes to that stuff. Every time I thought I might be in labour (and let me tell you, a toddler with the flu is exactly what would induce early labour) I told my body to knock it off, and carried on with the carryings on-- one hour at a time, for 5 very long, tiring, yucky days. And now, here I am, emerging from the isolating cave of sickness feeling alive and very much pregnant. So, it is time to think about nesting. I have to say, I don't have a clue what to expect with this little baby. I know I've already had two, but that doesn't really seem to register, when faced with the impending pain of bearing a baby. I wish we at least had a name. James and I can't seem to land on a mutual favourite, and so the baby is currently nameless, and that is not helping me 'nest'.
But there is some benefit to my procrastination in nesting. The longer I put it off, the sooner James starts to do it for me :) Like today, he took it upon himself to actually see if we can fit three little people in the back seat of our car. Initially, things did not look, and I got my first taste of that sentiment.." you should have thought of this sooner..." (But after a lot of coaxing and door slamming, the seats were made to fit, seating problem solved).
Dear baby #3. Don't think that because you are currently nameless and we have procrastinated planning your arrival that you are not already filling up our hearts to full capacity. Just know that I have my hands and mind full with Jesse and Anneliese- 3 and 1 1/2, and the place you are filling right now is not just my uterus. I love you already, my heart is full, and the pain of bringing you into the world is already worth it. And although you will most likely only wear hand me down's from either of your siblings, (sorry, tight budget) and you may be a little squeezed in the car, and not ever experience a house of peace and quiet, you are going to have two older siblings to look out for you, and two loving parents to raise you, and I'm not sure what more planning is really necessary. So, we will leave the when and how to God, because He crafted you, He knows you, and He has planned for you. Looking forward to seeing you soon.
Tuesday, September 16, 2014
It's the 15th of September, and the heat was turned on. The heat. Summer has been clipped short, like a chicken's wing, and I am going to squawk about it.
I believe I kept my vow- that I would try not to complain about the heat this summer, but soak up every morsel of vitamin D at my disposal to carry with me into the coming winter. I was banking on at least another month of storage.
Apparently the birds knew this was coming, and starting migrating in August. Apparently we are in for some strange polar vortex during September, a chinook during October, and a brutally long hard winter after that. Apparently, it's time to put the kiddie pool away for good, and accept the fact that my big plans to be a 'sunhat' girl this summer never materialized, even though I bought two sunhats so I could rise to the occasion.
Of course, if it were just me, I could deal with the clouds of gloom, the crisp air, and maybe even embrace the early festive feelings of fall. But Jesse and Anneliese have colds, and want to go outside in their undies, and don't like feeling cold, and so will last 5 minutes, come back in, and then turn the house upside down in their attempts to burn the endless energy God has blessed them with.
And it's September. Winter hasn't even really started to think about coming yet. This is all fall's fault.
Anyways, complaining is silly.
To cheer up with chin up, it has been nice seeing families emerge on the street again, walking their littles off to school every morning. I love seeing the small kids with their huge backpacks, always trying so hard to keep up with their bigger sib. I can picture Anneliese and Jesse in that scenario, and it's a warm thought.
That thought gets me thinking that there will be another little sibling to add to the picture in about a month! It's always strange to try and imagine the family with a new little stranger that's been added. I know I had a hard time picturing it when I was pregnant with Jesse, but Anneliese sort of slid seamlessly into the picture. I hope with this one, it's a smooth slide, cushioning the harsh reality of winter that will inevitably come. (I shouldn't let the seasons get to me, but deep down, I just know I belong in the Caribbean :))
James and I are leading a small group this year- we've officially been recruited, and start it up next week. We also begin our TELL program (Teaching English Language Learners). A new ministry being headed up by Danielle and myself to reach out to those in our city who find themselves isolated by language. I'm excited at the prospects of interacting with people from around the globe on a weekly basis, but I do feel like I'll need a serious boost in stamina over the course of the program. Either way, I'm very happy that James and I have become so plugged in at our church. It's a great family.
Speaking of family- mine is getting squirrely, and Clifford just isn't performing today ;) Time for them to get out and start running laps or something.
I believe I kept my vow- that I would try not to complain about the heat this summer, but soak up every morsel of vitamin D at my disposal to carry with me into the coming winter. I was banking on at least another month of storage.
Apparently the birds knew this was coming, and starting migrating in August. Apparently we are in for some strange polar vortex during September, a chinook during October, and a brutally long hard winter after that. Apparently, it's time to put the kiddie pool away for good, and accept the fact that my big plans to be a 'sunhat' girl this summer never materialized, even though I bought two sunhats so I could rise to the occasion.
Of course, if it were just me, I could deal with the clouds of gloom, the crisp air, and maybe even embrace the early festive feelings of fall. But Jesse and Anneliese have colds, and want to go outside in their undies, and don't like feeling cold, and so will last 5 minutes, come back in, and then turn the house upside down in their attempts to burn the endless energy God has blessed them with.
And it's September. Winter hasn't even really started to think about coming yet. This is all fall's fault.
Anyways, complaining is silly.
To cheer up with chin up, it has been nice seeing families emerge on the street again, walking their littles off to school every morning. I love seeing the small kids with their huge backpacks, always trying so hard to keep up with their bigger sib. I can picture Anneliese and Jesse in that scenario, and it's a warm thought.
That thought gets me thinking that there will be another little sibling to add to the picture in about a month! It's always strange to try and imagine the family with a new little stranger that's been added. I know I had a hard time picturing it when I was pregnant with Jesse, but Anneliese sort of slid seamlessly into the picture. I hope with this one, it's a smooth slide, cushioning the harsh reality of winter that will inevitably come. (I shouldn't let the seasons get to me, but deep down, I just know I belong in the Caribbean :))
James and I are leading a small group this year- we've officially been recruited, and start it up next week. We also begin our TELL program (Teaching English Language Learners). A new ministry being headed up by Danielle and myself to reach out to those in our city who find themselves isolated by language. I'm excited at the prospects of interacting with people from around the globe on a weekly basis, but I do feel like I'll need a serious boost in stamina over the course of the program. Either way, I'm very happy that James and I have become so plugged in at our church. It's a great family.
Speaking of family- mine is getting squirrely, and Clifford just isn't performing today ;) Time for them to get out and start running laps or something.
Sunday, August 17, 2014
A red eye flight has left me exactly that- red eyed. Our family made it back to Hamilton after a great month out West. Josh has officially tied the knot, and the Harskamp clan continues to expand. Fantastically, we had a chance to meet our newest niece, Anika Marlee, born to Mark and Leah a day before our departure. I'm excited for them and what's in store with this new sibling for Elizabeth. Having sibs has a way of molding your children into little people they might not otherwise have turned out to be. I find it very fascinating.
This trip I've really noticed how Jesse and Anneliese are growing into their relationship with eachother, and so far, I like what I'm seeing. Jesse is becoming a true older brother. He looks out for Anneliese when other kids are on the scene, and gives her plenty of hugs and kisses, that she never seems to want, but he never seems to care. Warms my heart a little, to see my little guy love his little sis in a very 3 year old kind of way.
The kids did well, despite the gongshow of a flight we had with Sunwing. A six hour delay speaks for itself, but in a word, it was truly miserable. But, the beauty of another day is that it is another day, and just breathing B.C air was enough to erase the past 12 hours and get us pumped for our month long holiday.
We are no strangers to Surrey, having spent over half a year there, and seeing how mom and dad weren't off work yet, and we had no vehicle, it was up to us to make something of our first week of VayK. We tracked down bus routes, took the skytrain, walked to the malls, hit up the beach, and met up with friends, but for the most part, spent the first week with "just us". With the wedding in the works, things were a little chaotic, but I'm pretty good with chaos, seeing as it is my life most days.
A few highlights
1. the aquarium with Mark and Leah was a GREAT idea, and I could have spent at least another few hours just watching dolphins, otters, penguins, and parrots. There was also a jungle exhibit with birds, butterflies, sloths, and monkeys, which seemed somewhat out of place, but was a pleasant surprise nonetheless. Afterwards, we met up with Mom and Dad and walked the sea wall, which truly never gets old.
2. White Rock beach with just James, myself and the kids. This little excursion was timed accidentally perfectly, and the kids had a chance to storm the beach as the tide stormed in, catch crabs in their sand pails, make sand angels, and chase seagulls.
3. Kayaking trip with James, myself and Dad in Deep Cove. This was a long anticipated trip, and it delivered. We strapped a couple kayaks to the x-trail, left the kids with mom, and explored some beautiful terrain. And I saw seals...in the wild!
4. Biking around Stanley Park and Granville Island with mom and dad. I think this one takes the cake. I had a pale pink 7 speed cruiser with a basket on the front (I've always wanted a basket) and a wide granny seat. It took care of me for the day, and I couldn't have been happier :) Dad pulled the kids in the chariot, and we stopped for picnics, popsicles, and pretty views. In a word- lovely.
5. Shuswap! Our kids got the chance to experience their daddy's cabin, and I think that's pretty special. James taught them the art of Roofio and swimming with puddlejumpers, and they loved every second of it. It was so great to have a space to hang with the immediate and extended family that was cut off from the every day demands of home. I learned a great new game-table crib- and just soaked up the beauty of life at the cabin. Definite highlight.
6. Wedding- of course, the reason we flew down was to celebrate with Josh and Kate. Jesse was the 'ringbearer'--which meant he could wear a new tie and race down the aisle to catch up with James, and then proceed to hide behind James' legs at the front of the church, while I tried to keep Anneliese from doing likewise at the back of the church. Having a kid free evening was also pretty fantastic :) Congrats to Josh and Kate!
7. Friends! We had a chance to say our goodbye's to the Reimers before they moved, to meet Dan's new wife, to have breakfast with Joel and his wonderful fiance, to spend a day with Trine at the cabin, and a few hours with Robyn at 3rd beach. James' went on a 3 day surfing trip for Josh's bachelor party, and I had a chance to see and get to know Leah just a little bit better.
8. Skytrain with the kids--just for the heck of it, we took the kids on the skytrain-- and I think it blew their minds.
9. Red Robin's with my man James. We split a milkshake, and discussed evolution, and it was a real date :)
10. All the time spent eating wonderful meals in mom and dad's back yard, with our children swimming naked in the shark pool. The sliders were particularly memorable, being James' birthday meal of choice, and I think they made his day. I hope so, considering I didn't do much in terms of gift giving, for which I've been forgiven :)It pays to have a man with very simple taste.
And that, in a nutshell, sums up our month out West. It went so quickly, and we have no idea when we'll be back, but I am happy we could make the most of it, and that our kids had the chance to bond with their cousins, and their Oma and Opa. We will miss you all!
This trip I've really noticed how Jesse and Anneliese are growing into their relationship with eachother, and so far, I like what I'm seeing. Jesse is becoming a true older brother. He looks out for Anneliese when other kids are on the scene, and gives her plenty of hugs and kisses, that she never seems to want, but he never seems to care. Warms my heart a little, to see my little guy love his little sis in a very 3 year old kind of way.
The kids did well, despite the gongshow of a flight we had with Sunwing. A six hour delay speaks for itself, but in a word, it was truly miserable. But, the beauty of another day is that it is another day, and just breathing B.C air was enough to erase the past 12 hours and get us pumped for our month long holiday.
We are no strangers to Surrey, having spent over half a year there, and seeing how mom and dad weren't off work yet, and we had no vehicle, it was up to us to make something of our first week of VayK. We tracked down bus routes, took the skytrain, walked to the malls, hit up the beach, and met up with friends, but for the most part, spent the first week with "just us". With the wedding in the works, things were a little chaotic, but I'm pretty good with chaos, seeing as it is my life most days.
A few highlights
1. the aquarium with Mark and Leah was a GREAT idea, and I could have spent at least another few hours just watching dolphins, otters, penguins, and parrots. There was also a jungle exhibit with birds, butterflies, sloths, and monkeys, which seemed somewhat out of place, but was a pleasant surprise nonetheless. Afterwards, we met up with Mom and Dad and walked the sea wall, which truly never gets old.
2. White Rock beach with just James, myself and the kids. This little excursion was timed accidentally perfectly, and the kids had a chance to storm the beach as the tide stormed in, catch crabs in their sand pails, make sand angels, and chase seagulls.
3. Kayaking trip with James, myself and Dad in Deep Cove. This was a long anticipated trip, and it delivered. We strapped a couple kayaks to the x-trail, left the kids with mom, and explored some beautiful terrain. And I saw seals...in the wild!
4. Biking around Stanley Park and Granville Island with mom and dad. I think this one takes the cake. I had a pale pink 7 speed cruiser with a basket on the front (I've always wanted a basket) and a wide granny seat. It took care of me for the day, and I couldn't have been happier :) Dad pulled the kids in the chariot, and we stopped for picnics, popsicles, and pretty views. In a word- lovely.
5. Shuswap! Our kids got the chance to experience their daddy's cabin, and I think that's pretty special. James taught them the art of Roofio and swimming with puddlejumpers, and they loved every second of it. It was so great to have a space to hang with the immediate and extended family that was cut off from the every day demands of home. I learned a great new game-table crib- and just soaked up the beauty of life at the cabin. Definite highlight.
6. Wedding- of course, the reason we flew down was to celebrate with Josh and Kate. Jesse was the 'ringbearer'--which meant he could wear a new tie and race down the aisle to catch up with James, and then proceed to hide behind James' legs at the front of the church, while I tried to keep Anneliese from doing likewise at the back of the church. Having a kid free evening was also pretty fantastic :) Congrats to Josh and Kate!
7. Friends! We had a chance to say our goodbye's to the Reimers before they moved, to meet Dan's new wife, to have breakfast with Joel and his wonderful fiance, to spend a day with Trine at the cabin, and a few hours with Robyn at 3rd beach. James' went on a 3 day surfing trip for Josh's bachelor party, and I had a chance to see and get to know Leah just a little bit better.
8. Skytrain with the kids--just for the heck of it, we took the kids on the skytrain-- and I think it blew their minds.
9. Red Robin's with my man James. We split a milkshake, and discussed evolution, and it was a real date :)
10. All the time spent eating wonderful meals in mom and dad's back yard, with our children swimming naked in the shark pool. The sliders were particularly memorable, being James' birthday meal of choice, and I think they made his day. I hope so, considering I didn't do much in terms of gift giving, for which I've been forgiven :)It pays to have a man with very simple taste.
And that, in a nutshell, sums up our month out West. It went so quickly, and we have no idea when we'll be back, but I am happy we could make the most of it, and that our kids had the chance to bond with their cousins, and their Oma and Opa. We will miss you all!
Tuesday, July 8, 2014
And just like that, spring is past, summer is present, and calendar pages keep me posted on potential.
Old things,( like having mind and body frozen during that never ending story of winter) are smudged into the back of my memory to make room for the pleasant present, and the not so distant past.
Last weekend I went with a group of 7 other women to the women's national gospel coalition conference in Orlando, Florida. Despite the oppressive humidity, the weekend was a breath of fresh air for my soul. 4000 women worshiping God together is bound to leave an impression, along with solid biblical teaching and instruction on attaining biblical literacy to at least some capacity in this life. Great speakers, great girls, great lazy rivers and nacho platters. It was an oasis that charged me up for my role as wife, mom, and member in the church. A big take-away for me was a deeper understanding of God's call NOT to make me "successful" necessarily, but a call to service, even to the point of extreme sacrifice. Cue examples like Moses, Jonah, Nehemiah- to name a few.
It has helped me keep my chin up a bit, when I'm dealing with crap up to my elbows because my girl has taken off her full diaper to create a masterpiece in her pack n play, or when my boy has at least 3 meltdowns in the parking lot before we even step foot in the store. I won't say the joy of sacrifice comes easy for me--( I may have wanted to hop back on a plane for a 2nd oasis) but at least I'm slightly re-orienting my notion of what brings joy, and who joy comes from. I think this life will be a lot more satisfying when I uncover this truth more fully, but it's a work in progress.
Anyways, I got back from the trip and realized my kids have grown up. Anneliese is singing real words to real songs, and Jesse is racing 7 year old kids on his bike at the park. I thought his training wheels were going to pop off. It's a little unnerving, seeing my little boy look like he's becoming a big boy. There is no doubt he's seriously growing, because he tells me every day, at least 3 times a day, that his "legs are broken" (translated- his legs hurt) and that he's hungry. He also takes naps. Jesse.. naps?!
It gets my mind spinning about parenting and what exactly I am going to do when he doesn't tell me 20 times a day that he loves me, and the hugs and kisses become a little less frequent. Will I miss the little boy? Or will I only see him as he is in the present? Is the change so subtle I won't notice until I look back on this blog and remember the 'broken legs' and serious PDA?
And Anneliese- that girl is so adorable that I completely missed the fact that she has been changing. Now her bangs are in her eyes, she wears a full pony tail, and everything she does is preceded by the statement " I do it". I can't even put her in her carseat without a fight.
And then me- I feel like I'm carrying a bowling ball around, and it's throwing my entire lower half into chaos. If it's not already a bit of a kicker that none of my pants/shorts cooperate, it's even worse that now my legs occasionally give out. Pregnant and changing. Which must mean there's also another little person growing up right under my nose that I don't even know yet.
But with all the change of seasons and little people, and bodies, I'm grateful that James appears to be the same. I don't think I could handle anyone else growing up at the moment, and since James has always been an old soul, I don't foresee a big spike on the horizon. But I'll have to check my calendar.
Wednesday, May 14, 2014
A bit of spring
The doldrums of winter have passed and there is wind in my sails again. Springy things are happening--tulips popping, mud puddling, laundry hanging, ice cream outings increasing. We scooped up a cupful of frog eggs on our last hike excursion through the Canterbury Hills in Ancaster, and although the biologist of the family had completely lost faith in the little guys, (granted, they sat unchanging in a Tim Horton's cup of sludge water for nearly 3 weeks) I did not, and they hatched 2 days ago. We are now growing frogs on our front porch.
Saturday was a particularly enjoyable day, being Mother's day, despite two serious parenting fails.
The first- James and I, picnicking at the park with the kids, talking about how awesome this park is because the kids CAN'T hurt themselves (ours usually do) when Anneliese falls off the jungle gym. A big drop. I didn't know I could scream until that moment. She was fine, overall, but James retreated into himself for the next 3 hours or so going through all the horrible worst case scenarios of what could have happened. I'm glad he kept that to himself. I'm much more the "oh, phew- she's fine- let's forget about THAT" type. To each his own. That wrapped up our picnic pretty quickly, and we headed into Dundas for a little window shopping.
Second fail-- deciding it would be a good idea to take the kids into a toy shop in Dundas. (Italics needed to stress that Dundas is the upper class side of town, and children just don't do upper class). We enter- kids bee line for a wooden clown on a stick, start to fight over it, and then I step on it and snap it, in my attempt to get in between the squabble. Then I hide the stick, (all my proper upbringing gone in that one instant) and football carry an angry son out of the store. James, in no mood for this, is already long gone with Anneliese. At the car, I tell him I snapped the stick, and he tells me to get my butt back in there and buy it (a good man :)) So I go, $20 bucks in hand, to buy my Mother's day gift on Mother's day. (side note- the lady said she was feeling magnanimous, (which I had to go and look up when I got home) and let me off the hook. The word was a good one, if you're interested: generous in forgiving an insult or injury; free from petty resentfulness or vindictiveness: to be magnanimous toward one's enemies.)
Sunday was a day to bask in the glory of my parent's estate. Forsythias punching colour along the property line, magnolia blossoms in full swing, and the cousins dominating the tennis court on their little trikes loving life, liberty and the pure childish pursuit of happiness (plagiraism noted ) I love my parents home. Every time I go I have grand plans to take hikes with the kids and explore my old stomping grounds but we always end up just staying put and soaking everything in from the pond or patio. I forget that the kids don't need 'outings' like they do here in the 'burbs'. They have enough to do on the property, and that's exactly how I remember life at home growing up. I think that's why it's so easy to be there, and why I love taking my family there. And of course my parents are fabulous.
Another thing of note-and completely off topic-- every member of the former 'wild things' clan (my childhood friends for life) have now crossed over to the stage of motherhood. In order- Joc was the first brave soul to take the plunge, then me, then Vanessa, then Kristina, then Sarah, and now Cheryl. Congratulations friends! This was a topic discussed at length in the hoeing fields growing up, and can finally move from speculation to fact. I'm happy for each and every one of you, and I am ALWAYS available if you need someone to share a coffee with, and to give you an honest sschpeel on having life turned upside down, and finding a way to navigate it while on your head:) Yes, sometimes it's that extreme.
Now a shout out to my babies.
Jesse makes me proud. For a week our driveway has been piled high in paving stones, and Saturday was the day to set out the skids and start stacking. Tim, Jordan, James and myself got to work, loading wheelbarrows etc, and Jesse came in with his little red wagon and just got it done. I think, on his own, he stacked 3 layers of the smallest bricks. Seeing that kid work makes me proud. I no longer work to distract him, but get him to work. Tonight he cut all the mushrooms for our dinner with his butter knife. I like noticing these subtle developments in my boy. He's a sweetheart.
Anneliese makes me laugh. Her life is a giant game, and I think that's pretty great. She sings a LOT - her favourites being Raffi's "It's my bathtime" and the classic Sharon, Lois, and Bram "Skinna marinky dinky dink". She repeats everything and has a dirt fetish. I think she's a grub on purpose, just because she loves the bath so much. Her hair is getting blonde, and is going to be beautifully curly. Her eyes are more hazel now, like mine, but darker. There's nothing very delicate about her, but it's nice to know that she can fall (far) and bounce back up. A strong girl.
And baby #3. We don't know you at all yet, but I'm going to get a little look at you next week for my 19 week ultra sound. So far, you've been a joy to carry :)
Annnnnd it wouldn't be fair to talk about new babies without mentioning my newest and only Harskamp nephew- Judah Glenn Matthias Harskamp- born only 4 days ago to my wonderful bro and sis- in law Brian and Ali. As far as I know, they are all doing great. I'm pretty pumped for my kids to meet the newest cuz, and to see just what kind of boy he's going to be for his parents :) Can't help but hope he's a lot like J- bear :)
Saturday was a particularly enjoyable day, being Mother's day, despite two serious parenting fails.
The first- James and I, picnicking at the park with the kids, talking about how awesome this park is because the kids CAN'T hurt themselves (ours usually do) when Anneliese falls off the jungle gym. A big drop. I didn't know I could scream until that moment. She was fine, overall, but James retreated into himself for the next 3 hours or so going through all the horrible worst case scenarios of what could have happened. I'm glad he kept that to himself. I'm much more the "oh, phew- she's fine- let's forget about THAT" type. To each his own. That wrapped up our picnic pretty quickly, and we headed into Dundas for a little window shopping.
Second fail-- deciding it would be a good idea to take the kids into a toy shop in Dundas. (Italics needed to stress that Dundas is the upper class side of town, and children just don't do upper class). We enter- kids bee line for a wooden clown on a stick, start to fight over it, and then I step on it and snap it, in my attempt to get in between the squabble. Then I hide the stick, (all my proper upbringing gone in that one instant) and football carry an angry son out of the store. James, in no mood for this, is already long gone with Anneliese. At the car, I tell him I snapped the stick, and he tells me to get my butt back in there and buy it (a good man :)) So I go, $20 bucks in hand, to buy my Mother's day gift on Mother's day. (side note- the lady said she was feeling magnanimous, (which I had to go and look up when I got home) and let me off the hook. The word was a good one, if you're interested: generous in forgiving an insult or injury; free from petty resentfulness or vindictiveness: to be magnanimous toward one's enemies.)
Sunday was a day to bask in the glory of my parent's estate. Forsythias punching colour along the property line, magnolia blossoms in full swing, and the cousins dominating the tennis court on their little trikes loving life, liberty and the pure childish pursuit of happiness (plagiraism noted ) I love my parents home. Every time I go I have grand plans to take hikes with the kids and explore my old stomping grounds but we always end up just staying put and soaking everything in from the pond or patio. I forget that the kids don't need 'outings' like they do here in the 'burbs'. They have enough to do on the property, and that's exactly how I remember life at home growing up. I think that's why it's so easy to be there, and why I love taking my family there. And of course my parents are fabulous.
Another thing of note-and completely off topic-- every member of the former 'wild things' clan (my childhood friends for life) have now crossed over to the stage of motherhood. In order- Joc was the first brave soul to take the plunge, then me, then Vanessa, then Kristina, then Sarah, and now Cheryl. Congratulations friends! This was a topic discussed at length in the hoeing fields growing up, and can finally move from speculation to fact. I'm happy for each and every one of you, and I am ALWAYS available if you need someone to share a coffee with, and to give you an honest sschpeel on having life turned upside down, and finding a way to navigate it while on your head:) Yes, sometimes it's that extreme.
Now a shout out to my babies.
Jesse makes me proud. For a week our driveway has been piled high in paving stones, and Saturday was the day to set out the skids and start stacking. Tim, Jordan, James and myself got to work, loading wheelbarrows etc, and Jesse came in with his little red wagon and just got it done. I think, on his own, he stacked 3 layers of the smallest bricks. Seeing that kid work makes me proud. I no longer work to distract him, but get him to work. Tonight he cut all the mushrooms for our dinner with his butter knife. I like noticing these subtle developments in my boy. He's a sweetheart.
Anneliese makes me laugh. Her life is a giant game, and I think that's pretty great. She sings a LOT - her favourites being Raffi's "It's my bathtime" and the classic Sharon, Lois, and Bram "Skinna marinky dinky dink". She repeats everything and has a dirt fetish. I think she's a grub on purpose, just because she loves the bath so much. Her hair is getting blonde, and is going to be beautifully curly. Her eyes are more hazel now, like mine, but darker. There's nothing very delicate about her, but it's nice to know that she can fall (far) and bounce back up. A strong girl.
And baby #3. We don't know you at all yet, but I'm going to get a little look at you next week for my 19 week ultra sound. So far, you've been a joy to carry :)
Annnnnd it wouldn't be fair to talk about new babies without mentioning my newest and only Harskamp nephew- Judah Glenn Matthias Harskamp- born only 4 days ago to my wonderful bro and sis- in law Brian and Ali. As far as I know, they are all doing great. I'm pretty pumped for my kids to meet the newest cuz, and to see just what kind of boy he's going to be for his parents :) Can't help but hope he's a lot like J- bear :)
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