I miss him...

It has been 66 days since I last got to see and talk to my Dad, and I miss him. We are finding new normals, and of course are keeping busy with Christmas, a move, kids activities and school, work, church and friends, but somehow there is still a huge void. For the past 4 1/2 years my family and I have lived really close to my parents - at times I would have said too close, but they were an active part of my life.

Today I am missing the conversations. I am missing calling my Dad up to get his advice, or input. I miss him talking me through things when I would get upset. I miss him validating my opinions, and then putting me in my place for being hot headed, or too opinionated. I miss him just listening, and I miss listening to him. I miss his constant support and feeling like I really could take on the world. I miss lunch dates, or showing up at his office.

My Dad was GREAT man! I just wish I could call him up and talk.

The Present Game

In Family Fun Magazine in 2010 they talked about a game called the present game. A game to help your children receive gifts graciously and with more gratitude. I thought that this is the perfect season to try to remind our children of their manners. After doing it tonight, it is clear that we will have to revisit this game a few times a year, but it was fun, the kids enjoyed themselves and it really helped to take the focus off of them as they received their gifts.

I started by wrapping up 3 random objects. I used one sock, an orange peeler and a pencil. Then I sat the kids down and told them that I had a gift for each of them, but they had to say thank you when I gave it to them, and then after they opened it they had to tell me why they loved their gift. For example Skyler loved his orange peeler because it will help him eat oranges easier and he loves oranges.

After they had each opened their gifts they got to 'shop' around the house and find a gift to give to each other and then come and wrap it and we did it all over again with the gifts that they had found for each other.

2 Teeth

Jordan helped pull out one of Skylers really loose teeth the other night, Skyler went to bed, and the tooth fairy made a visit, then Skyler came running into my bedroom at 4:30 in the morning because his second loose tooth fell out. Much to his dismay the tooth fairy only took one tooth and left money for one, and he had to wait another night before the second tooth was recognized. My baby is growing up too fast!

SNOW

Sadly we are really busy right now getting ready for a move, so the kids don't get as much fun play time as we normally put in. Ryley and Ethan did take advantage of all of the delicious snow on the ground the other day. Seriously, what is with kids eating snow?

Passing time

We have had a few showings in the past couple of months, and that meant passing time outside of the house. We have spent more than our fair share of time at the McDonalds playplace, and even made a trip to Cross Iron Mills and saw Santa and played with all of the free activities that they had out for the kids.

Why???

So we have been busy trying to sell our house since early September (We now have a conditional sale!) that meant that the already OCD momma got a little (ok, maybe a lot) more strict. I have never had a child draw on the wall, furniture, the carpet or anything. Ryley thought that this would be a good time to start. I was busy getting dinner ready, and when I went downstairs I found her masterpiece all over the stairs and the bookshelf. Thankfully they were washable and came off the bookshelf easily. The Carpet Shampooer more or less saved her life.

Movember

I HATE Movember - not that I hate what it stands for, I hate all of the nasty, and creepy looking Men all over the place who are just growing nasty facial hair. Now that being said, if you were legitimately raising money, then I still hate the nasty stash, but you can have your party...unless you are my husband.

Jordan tried doing Movember, and as you can see it was soo becoming on him, and about 2 1/2 weeks in when he was tired of me avoiding his kisses he shaved. For that I am grateful!