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Magic.

There is no more magical time of year than Christmas. And now that I have kids, it is even more so.

I remember, as a child, the drive back to our house from my uncle’s or my grandparent’s on Christmas Eve. On the radio they would broadcast Santa sightings. I would sit there, feeling like I was going to burst with excitement knowing Santa was close. Once we got home it was a mad rush to get to bed so that I’d be asleep when Santa arrived.

Magic. Small things with big impact. The gathering of family, the anticipation throughout the month before as Christmas lights are turned on, trees are raised and halls are decked. Parties with friends, Christmas carols on the radio, cards in the mail and the hustle bustle of shopping for that perfect something for loved ones.

Now that I have little ones, it’s my turn to make the season magical for them, the way my mother made sure I had beautiful memories to look back on. Some of that comes from the anticipation of presents – they are kids after all. But in 20 years they won’t remember the Hula Jessie Doll or the truck that Santa brought them, but they may remember that when she was 4, there was a knock at the door which signalled the delivery of a little elf (Willy, by the way), sent by Santa to keep a an eye on them. They may remember the different spots that the elf ended up every morning before she got out of bed.

They may remember that this is the year she could write her own letter to Santa or that Santa sent her a personal message, straight to Mama’s email inbox. (It didn’t even matter that Santa pronounced her name wrong – though she did notice…) (Seriously, if you have not sent one of these to your littles, do it. Do it now.)

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Watching her video

I absolutely adore seeing their little faces light up at all the magic that is everywhere at this time of year. It seems that small things with big impact applies for the parents too. Through their eyes, I get to remember what it feels like to be a kid again.  Could anything be better than that?

Some snow by the 25th maybe?  And if that snow could melt and be gone by the 26th, now that would be magical.

Swiper, no swiping

There are very few things in life that are a sure thing. Things you can predict and count on 100%.

But one of the things that you can count on is Wesley stealing your smoothie.

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It’s what I attempt to enjoy for breakfast every single day and every single day he comes running when he hears the Magic Bullet purring wih fruity goodness.

He gobbles down at least half and then happily hands it back to me, completely satisfied. Me? Still hungry. Not exactly what I had in mind for a diet plan…

Swiper, no swiping.

December 8, 2011 - 9:35 am

Auntie Jenny - He is just the cutest!

Wesley’s turn…

It slipped under the radar a few weeks back, but all of a sudden, without much warning at all, my boy turned 18 months.  1.5 years.  Un-freaking-believable.

The last 18 months have been fun-filled, somewhat sleepless, long, super busy, colourful, eye-opening but, most of all they’ve been truly amazing.  Wes is such a joy.  He is a super happy little dude.  And he’s cheeky.  He’s already started playing little tricks on us and watches us intently for our reaction.  I think we are in for some trouble in the next few years.

He is talking up a storm, learning a ton of new words every day.  My latest favourites are the way he says Jaia (Gia), and his adorable version of thank you (tink yo) which he has begun to say unprompted.  Looks like we may have another chatterbox on our hands. 

The first 18 months can be tough.  So many bumps in the road as babies learn to sleep, eat, sit, move, walk and talk.  But over the last few weeks we’ve really seen a change from baby to boy.  Wes can comunicate with us.  He tells us what he wants and doesn’t want.  He’s more independent.  He likes what he likes.  He challenges us to see how much he can get away with. 

But what hasn’t changed is how snuggly and loving he is.  He still gives the best hugs.  He still lights up when Dan or I enter the room.  And no matter how much they squabble, his sister is still his hero.

I can’t wait to see what the next few months bring.  Happy 18 months, Wesley.

Youtube to the rescue. Again.

I have always envied those gals that can complete their outfits by just throwing on a scarf.  They make it look so easy.  When I try, it is a complete failure every. single. time.  Mostly I think it is because I don’t know how to wear them.  To let drape, to tie, to twist, to wrap?  So many options, so little skill.

No more excuses. A brilliant little tutorial for the forever fashion challenged.

Jaia, age 4

As she rounds the corner at full speed towards 5, I had to celebrate Jaia in all her 4 year old glory.

 

The idea was totally stolen from someone at Pinterest.  Isn’t that where we all get our best ideas these days?

May 14, 2014 - 11:54 pm

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