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our wish

On August 22, 2010 we welcomed the birth of our fourth child, a son, to our family. Life is truly beautiful. Our family is now complete with 2 girls and 2 boys. Their initials spell the word W-I-S-H and we could not have asked for more. He is gorgeous.  Little W is not so little. Weighing 9 1/2 pounds, he broke all the records in our family and extended family of grand kids for being the biggest baby ever.

The last two and a half months have been a whirlwind of emotions.  We have been blessed with mostly highs. W sleeps when he sleeps and cries when he cries. He is such a blessing that it is hard to complain about sleep deprivation. Our home has also succumb to any and everything baby. Our dining table is now grand central for diaper changes, bath times, bouncy chairs and the odd dinner time when it is clear enough to eat a meal.

Being 8 years since our third was born, we have forgotten a thing or three. I have forgotten how demanding a newborn can be. I have forgotten, or perhaps took for granted that breastfeeding would come naturally. This munchkin has been so insatiable I have been unable to keep up an adequate milk supply. My other kids had no trouble nursing and I had plenty milk. This time has been quite different, however. From Fenugreek to raspberry leaf tea, to beer, to the odd glass of Guinness, I have been putting in my best effort to keep the wee one feeling full and content. Not an easy task. Then there has been the unfortunate reality that W is a bit colicky. He has had 2 to 3 unexplained episodes of crying throughout the day. Since our girls had colic, I think my husband and I are now old hat at it. Crying does not phase me in the least. Happily, he is on the up and out now and as he turns 3 months in a few days, hopefully the worst is behind us.

As for the “ISH” in our family, I could not ask for more loving, helpful children. Whenever I need anything – a glass of water, a breastfeeding pillow, a remote control or a cordless phone, voila! – they step in and lend a hand. They ask all the time how they can help, even if it is just to turn the oven off or stir a pot. Just this morning, as I was getting the kids lunches ready,  my 10 year old son called my eldest “a Half Mummy” as she came to hold W. I cannot find a better description for her. At 12, H is the most capable of soothing W and lending a helping hand. All the kids have been wonderful actually. If I had a dollar for every time my third says…”He’s just so cute!” I’d be a wealthy woman right now. Come to think of it, I am the richest Mum I know.

word choice

We have special ground rules about word choice in our family. Each family has their own rules about what words are OK and what words are unacceptable. For us, it is expected that you choose your words wisely, or else there will be consequences! For example, you may only say the word “stupid” if it is not living. That includes not using it to describe any human, mammal, reptile, animal, insect, bug, plant or fruit for that matter… if it can grow, it deserves respect.

Knock yourself out if it is a book, rock, car, idea… etc. that hits you in the head, drops on your toe, nearly runs you over, or is just plain silly.

I think we all grew up with some version of the saying: “sticks and stones may break my bones but words can never harm me”. I have learned that words can leave far deeper scars than any bump or bruise.

what really happens when you lie

As children, my siblings and I were told by our mother that if you ever told a lie, your ears would turn black. She could therefore spot the lie immediately.

A stroke of genius really. Unless you are in front of a mirror, you really have no way to test this theory. This quirky, perhaps cruel strategy worked like a charm. Our Mum could spot the lie coming from a mile away. As we got older, we would attempt to cover our ears with our hands when confronting her about whatever the ‘crisis’ was. That did not seem to work either. A tell tale sign we were lying already.

As a parent now myself, I must admit I have used this strategy to my advantage. That is until my own kids figured it out for themselves. Their discovery of the truth involved purposely telling a lie while standing in front of a mirror and waiting for their ears to turn black. Truly a sad day when this happened.

galley kitchen facelift

We have been working on updating the kitchen in our old 1928 home in Toronto. Though we have been living here since 2006, we opted to leave it untouched until now. The kitchen was originally installed by the previous owners back in 1988. While we could not possibly love our home any more than we already do, the only space we wanted to update was the small (8′ x 12′) galley kitchen. Honey oak cabinets no longer have the appeal that they once held.

If you ever want to kick start a home project, I have learned the best way to get motivated is to call someone in for a quote on the job. Then you can decide if to let professionals take care of it, or turn it into a DIY project. So after receiving a quote of $1500 only to paint the cabinets, we decided to do it ourselves. After a final tally, we spent around $400 (including taxes) for this transformation. That includes all primer, paint and supplies for the ceilings, walls and cabinets, the light fixtures and bamboo roman blind window treatments on the window and door. We are very happy with the results.

Have a look at the before and after shots…

Committing to a white kitchen is no easy task. Luckily my husband did not resist (too much) the urge to keep the solid oak cabinets with a stain versus painting them.  In the end, we decided to use a specialty cabinet paint by a company called Insl-x, Cabinet Coat. It is a latex paint in a satin finish that was very easy to work with. The cabinets took 3 coats with a 6 hour drying time between recoats. Wanting the job to be done right the first time, we took all the steps to prep as best as we could – TSP to clean grease and dirt, lightly sanded them, removed dust with tack cloths and then alternated using a high density foam roller with a good quality paint brush to achieve a hand painted finish. I am not a fan of the stipple effect that foam rollers leave on painted surfaces.

Juggling 20 doors and 15 drawers on our dining table was the reason the job took longer than we thought. In just three weeks, my husband and I took our tiny galley kitchen from drab and dated to fresh and fab. The colour we tinted the paint was Benjamin Moore’s – Simply White. On the walls we went with Benjamin Moore Aura latex paint in an eggshell finish tinted with November Rain. It had more of a green undertone than I would have liked but the effect has grown on us. By selecting such a white colour for the cabinets, although it matched the floor tiles, it made the Corian glacier white counters look rather dirty. So in the end, the wall colour helped to balance it out quite well.

What would a kitchen of today be without a little accessorizing to display an array of collections… from shells, to marbles, to paper cranes to my grandmother’s old thread. We also updated the ceiling light fixture which previously was a large oak box to house the two florescent strips. As a huge supporter of florescent lighting to save on energy, we opted to go for a retro style schoolhouse light fixture which had a milk glass. That we you cannot see that the is still a florescent light in use.

Can you find the elephants? These little friends remind me each time I am at the sink of my three kids that continually stomp through the house. In August I will have to add a fourth.

sneak peak

Took the kids with us on Monday for a full anatomy ultrasound for the baby. Thankfully all seems to be on track and normal for being 19 weeks so we are thrilled. The kids “think” they saw a penis…. or as my youngest put it: “maybe a very fat vagina?”. I am holding strong to not wanting to know until D-Day despite their attempts to find out.  Since they are by no means qualified technicians, I consider their assumption purely unfounded. The Doc allowed them all to take turns holding the doppler to my tummy to listen to the heartbeat which they got a kick out of.

latest project


One must be a little loopy to consider going down this road again, no? Due in five months, my eldest will be 12, my middle almost 10 and my youngest 8. Truthfully, we are over the moon. As one of five myself, I can think of nothing more comforting that the idea of another to love.  I was 10 when my fourth sibling was born and 13 when the fifth joined the family.

Four kids in the 21st Century is not exactly the norm. I heard someone recently say that “four is the new two”. Could that really be? As an educated modern woman (or at least I like to think I am), I bought the notion that if you were going to go down the motherhood road, you needed to have the kids all close together (I think the old adage … kill two [three in my case] birds with one stone) so you could get back on track quicker to relaunch a career. So I faithfully followed the blind, only to find the next 10 years to be the most challenging years of my life. Call it post partem, call it sleep deprivation, call it whatever you’d like. What I learned from this technique, if you can call it one, is that having kids in close succession makes life more of a blur than anything.

I remember when my third was born and about 8 months old, I had a moment alone with her and my husband and only then realized it was the first time we had stopped to spend time alone with her. That was never the case with our first, who was the centre of our world until 2 years passed and our son was born. From that moment on, it was a slippery slope. Juggling two in diapers is not easy, just plain smelly. I thought to myself that if I had had the chance to do this all over again, I may not have had my kids so close together.

Now we are about to expand our family with what I like to call: our village baby. This will not just be my baby  (OK, my baby daddy counts too). This will be ‘our’ baby. Already, the kids are so inquisitive. Questions about the baby are never ending…  Can you find out if it is a boy or a girl? Can he/she hear? Can they sleep in my room? Can we go shopping for baby stuff? Can you feel him/her kick yet? I am 18 weeks now and can feel something but just me… the added benefit of having stretched out tummy muscles. In no time at all, we will have to have a nightly floor show to watch the kicks rock my tummy.

In the next week, we will go in for a full anatomy ultrasound which we have promised the kids could miss school to take a first peak at their newest sibling. I am not sure who is more excited, them or me. I can’t wait to see their faces and reactions. For now I am sticking to my guns and keeping the sex of the baby a surprise for everyone, self included. This latest project is sure to be a labour of love.

be mine

A mosaic of love…

diy holiday wrap

Thanks to a little dollar store paint and brown shipping paper, we have been able to turn a fun weekend craft project into something special. There’s nothing quite like original wrapping paper.

november rain

Make no mistake, we might turn back the clocks but there is no turning back now. My eldest found this leaf on our walkway and I could not resist taking a photo of it. Gotta love Fall.

make your own cereal

You will need:

  • an old empty cereal box
  • wrapping paper (preferably from your brother’s birthday that just passed)
  • pencil, colours and tape
  • a 7 year old with a creative imagination

This is my youngest’s latest creation. She has a fettish for boxes that are ready for recycling. At first she used to ask for help. Finding no willing participants, she has now taken matters into her own hands. I like an independent child. Especially one who can make her own cereal.  The dog reference is simply a poke at her mother and father who refuse to entertain the thought of a family pet.

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