Posts Tagged 'handmade'

popsicle princesses

popsicle princesses by loopylocks
popsicle princesses, a photo by loopylocks on Flickr.

This is what a nine year old can make all by herself out of sheer boredom on a lazy weekend.

love this

My eldest made this for me for Valentine’s Day. It is so sweet. I just love what she wrote inside: someone has uncontrollable love for you. Thank you, Darling.

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.

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.

keeping me from blogging

These feet have been keeping me from blogging lately. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

back to school

We are back in Toronto. Feels good to be home. Spent the entire last week of summer sick with colds. Small price to pay for great health and a great summer in Barbados. Today is Labour Day. Tomorrow is back to school. Talking of labour, still feels like yesterday. Now, each of my three kids will be in three separate schools. How did that happen? All I know is that the adjustment might be a little awkward at first. Like this picture. Makes sense but seems upside down for some strange reason.

Having spent an entire summer with my kids every single day I should be elated. Or should I? They have been my little friends. My little foes. But mostly, my little heartbeats for the summer. I have so enjoyed my time with them. All the things they experienced, many for the first time in Barbados. Sailing on the ocean. Witnessing baby turtles make their way to the sea. A mother turtle laying eggs. Snorkeling on a ship wreck. Diving. Reconnecting with cousins they had forgotten. And the list goes on… All good. Great actually.

two more weeks

We have two more weeks left of our summer vacation in Barbados. Words cannot describe how good this has been for my children and I. To give my kids a taste of what my life was like growing up is so important to me. This summer has been all about reconnection. To home. To roots. To sun. To sea. To family. To friends. To Barbados.

Now my kids want to reconnect every summer.

sisters in the sand

Caught my daughters holding hands on the beach as we walked towards Hilton beach for a swim. Exactly four years apart, they are both strong willed, determined girls. For the most part, they get along pretty well. When they are good, they are great. When they are off, beware. Both these lions can roar. They just celebrated their 7th and 11th birthdays here in Barbados.

Seeing them holding hands reminded me of the days when I grew up close to this very beach with my older sister. Looking at the footprints, I would be the one on the right with the water shoes on (my youngest). My sister is much more of a free spirit. This summer I am trying to learn the art of going barefoot more often. My daughters remind me daily that sometimes a bit of both is a good thing.

journey to the sea

On Saturday night, we got a small taste of nature’s magic. Something we had never seen before. To call it spectacular would be an understatement. Thanks to a tip off by a passing tourist on the beach, we were told that baby sea turtles were being launched into the ocean in front of Coconut Court Beach Hotel on the South Coast of Barbados. So we walked down the beach with the kids in pitch darkness to be a part of something larger than life.

Witnessing 114 baby hawksbill sea turtles make their first journey to the sea was truly amazing. In the rush to head down the beach we forgot our camera. My youngest daughter drew this to record the experience.

Her detail is amazing. The man at the top carried a flash light and explained to everyone what life as a hawksbill turtle is like. Their chances of survival are slim. The ocean contains many predators from sea life to pollution that make their life a gamble for survival. The squiggly lines represent the waves washing up the shore of the beach path. At several points, the turtles would make it almost to the sea only to be washed back by a small wave. People lined either side of the path to the ocean. The lady at the top had a camera and a flashlight. Lucky her. Lucky me for having a daughter to draw a picture like this. She’s the one at the bottom in the dress with a smile.

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