Disappearing Time and the Case of the Seven-Year-Old

Disappearing as in, where did the time go?

A whole month has gone by since I last posted. Anyone else feel like it’s a blur? Is this what adulting is about? Being continually surprised by how long it has been since the last time I acknowledged the time?

This past week we celebrated our firstborn’s seventh birthday. He was quite pleased. It’s been a big year for him – from starting Grade 1 to losing several teeth via the dentist to starting karate…he’s grown so much. It’s been an interesting and joy-filled journey. I wouldn’t say the easiest journey – he has tons of energy and is extroverted, which is complete opposite to Andy and I. We’re still working at learning more about this child of ours to help him to succeed in life, and loving him up as much as we can. So here’s to celebrating our big seven year old – with our annual interview:

What is your favourite colour?


What is your favourite toy?

Lego and puppy [the stuffy].

What is your favourite food?

Brunch! And pasta. I have a lot of stuff that’s my favourite food.

What kind of food do you not like?

Tomato soup. It’s one of the things I don’t like. 

What do you want to do when you grow up?

A race car driver. Maybe? I don’t know.

What do you like to do with Daddy?

Go to his work.

What do you like to do with Mommy?

I don’t know. Going outside and playing, and going to the park. And drawing pictures. With chalk. Or just in the snow.

What does Daddy do?

He works for the church. That’s all I know.

What does Mommy do?

She takes care of us.

What does Felicity do?

She just putters around and plays. Sometimes not very good at staying away from things I don’t want her to [play with].

What does Cassia do?

Plays with me and Felicity and putters around.

What does Spencer do?

I play with the girls and I like to play with Lego a lot. Oh, and play the princess and kitty game [<- a game he’s made up with his sisters and they play often]

Is there anything else you’d like to tell me about being seven?

That I’m a little older and I get to lift Cassia and Felicity a lot better.

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It’s an odd word, isn’t it? It’s also slang. But the definition aptly describes my last year: to travel in a purposeful manner towards a vague destination. I feel like I’m being led by God down this path of ‘trust me’ and I just so very much have no idea where that destination is going to end up.

Some people take it upon themselves to select a word for the new year. Last year, I chose the word ‘Gift’. I think it was mostly reflective of the future. It was a gift of a year – a big gift was a trip to Mexico, also a gift of a story, and some great training for a program. It was also a hard year – homeschooling Grade 1 and doing some preschool with Cassia in addition to enrolling Spencer in karate (and already in Beavers) and Cassia in other extra curriculars, and running a children’s program twice a week at the church, shocked my system quite a bit in September/October. And it wasn’t until late November that I felt we were beginning to manage ourselves in a way that was getting things done. Not quite flying by the seat of our pants anymore.

It just so happened that the last day of my children’s program I came down with a flu. It turned into bronchitis and viral-induced asthma (I had no idea such things could happen), and each of the family has gotten sick in their turn. What was meant to be a recoup and rest time from a hectic autumn schedule turned into survival mode, in many ways. I’m so very, very thankful my mom was here over Christmas break, as it gave another set of hands to help and have fun with, even through the misery of sickness. Since she’s been gone, it seems either Andy and I have been sleeping in shifts, hardly seeing each other most days. Spencer gained tonsillitis from the sickness, and now we’re waiting to see if the girls or Andy develop anything further. I suspect both Andy and Felicity might end up with a secondary infection.

So it has been a hard holiday in that while we rested, it was for survival, not revival.  As luck would have it, we’re now about a week behind my school schedule for Spencer, which is completely alterable thanks to homeschooling. It would have been nice to start according to my plan, but it’s definitely more important for us to get better and start well. We did a bit of music appreciation the other day, which was fun, learning a bit about the difference between major and minor chords and its affect on how we perceive the music. We’ll be starting a unit on dogs too, once we’re well enough. And even more thankful that we have access to probiotics to help us get back to full health, and not just eliminating the illness.

I’ve also delayed the start up of my children’s program, Catechesis of the Good Shepherd, because I just simply can’t even begin to think about preparing for the sessions yet. It makes me sad, but I really need to limit the stress lest I succumb to sickness again. Isn’t it unfortunate that when we’re stressed our immune system seems to be the first to go? Speaking of which, I’ll be loading up on probiotics once I’m finished my course of antibiotics here. I really hate using antibiotics, but I am eternally thankful we have the medicine when we need it and when it’s used appropriately.

So this year, for 2017, I’m going to continue with this trend of purposefully traveling to a vague destination, and use coddiwomple as my word for the year. I’m curious how my year will end up, and I’m looking forward to this journey, one way or another.

And I used the saint name generator again this year, and St. Josephine Bakhita is my saint for the year. She’s promised to intercede for those who ask her when she’s in heaven, so I’m certain we’ll become the very best of friends. 🙂

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Seven Quick Takes #7QT: Turkey, Potter, and New Year’s


We are ending this year on a BANG with illnesses all around. Both yesterday and the day before Andy went to bed with the kids. At 7pm. And last night my mum was gone, so I was all by my onesie.


Inadvertently and not at all connected, I found that Netflix has a fireplace video feed. But it’s not just one fireplace “show”. It’s “Fireplace For Your Home Birchwood Edition.”

Just let that sink in. Birchwood edition. *what’s the difference?*

There is also the ‘classic’ which I can only assume is non-birch, and the other one which has music as well.

Peeps, I’ve got choices. I only wish I had found this before Christmas. Maybe tomorrow i’ll be risque and use the one with music.


I bought myself a new toy. It’d be shiny except that it’s white and chrome coloured, and more matte. But new.

You see, I have grand plans. And if they fall through, then I can record myself singing all the Draco and the Malfoys that I could ever want. Then I’ll put them in a file for my kids to deal with when I die. Wouldn’t that be a surprise.

“Why is mom singing this wretched strange music? I mean, I know she liked the Harry Potter books, but she sounds like a cat drowning. Whatever that sounds like.”



Speaking of Potter, my grand plan for the year is to reread the whole series. I’m quite thrilled with the idea, as it’s been years since I’ve read the whole thing through. But oh – that last book…it kills me reading it toward the end. I love Lord of the Rings (books!) but they have nothing on the emotion this last book puts me through, in all its redeeming denouement.


We have almost finished up the last of our turkey from Christmas. I’m both thrilled and sad. Thrilled because most years we are home I get sick of it or don’t have the energy to make delicious turkey meals. However, this year I did have energy, so we enjoyed turkey sandwiches, turkey pot pie, and turkey soup (sooooo good!). I’m sad cause I love me a good meal, and this turkey’s done us well.


New Years.

We have absolutely no plans for New Year’s celebrations outside of the home. It reflects an unfortunate social state (as I think most parents of young children also can attest to), but I’m content ’cause then I can just pajama my way through the night. Also, the family is sick and unlikely to get better by Saturday night, so it’s best we only infect ourselves.

We are planning to eat appies all late afternoon through the kids’ “midnight” (thank you king Julien on Netflix for this wonderful party of a deception) and up to midnight, if we can make it that long. Which I doubt. But if we’re feeling up to it, we’ll have a rowdy game of StarCraft as per our norm. Though without Fr. Darryl this year, as he’s apparently got himself a social calendar this New Year’s with a friend who’s back from Rome for a bit.


One day Andy and I might be social again. Or at least I will be. I think Andy would forever like to hide in a room with a computer.


Strange question: Can illness make someone sleep talk? I mentioned that Andy’s been sick like the kids, but last night, when he had a fever, he could not stop sleep talking which is totally and completely not his norm. And this guy’s suffered from insomnia, so he knows lack of sleep and it’s never been and issue of sleep talking because of lack of sleep. But really. I had to excuse myself for the evening and play Goldilocks between a different bed and a couch before I could find peace. And I won’t go into details about the children’s inability to remain asleep. The poor sickies. And tired mama. 

Seriously, though, can illness induce sleep talking? I’m so perplexed.

Linking up with Kelly

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Despite It All

Despite our turn of ill health, we had our own version of high tea here yesterday. The kids ate crustless sandwiches, drank tea from fancy cups (I only had two), and enjoyed crumpets with jam and whipped cream for dessert. They loved it. And they learned all about manners. High Tea manners. To which they promptly disregarded mostly, but still, it was there. We had a great time and I think it should become a Nana tradition to have “High Tea” whenever she comes (yes, mum?). Will need to find a better source of bread and crumpets, though. Or perhaps make scones.

And in the health department, we are still struggling. Somehow everyone but me has contracted a second virus, one that causes a high fever. Cassia seems to be taking the brunt of it right now – hoping it will clear up very soon. Poor girl 🙁 Though it seems to be affecting Spencer’s sleep and he’s waking up in night terrors again, which is no fun for anyone. The kids are definitely getting many opportunities to watch their new Cat.Chat shows during the day, at any rate.

And in other news, tomorrow is a very merry Christmas for Andy and I…

On the fourth day of Christmas my true love gave to me four calling birds, three French hens, two turtle doves and a partridge in a pear tree.

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Boxing Day. Catapult Style.

Spencer had a thrilling day today putting together his catapult with Andy.

And then we played Yahtzee for the first time with him, which he completely loved.

Getting ready for the roll

Headsmack for missing the full house.

Learning how mistakes can be sometimes used elsewhere (eg. highroll).

Looking Back

This little girl fell sick with the flu on Christmas day. Was sound asleep on the couch while shows were being watched. Poor little sick cutie. Still had a fever today, but was going down by the end of the day.

Wearing her new ‘Pinkie Pie’ My Little Pony sweater over her Christmas dress…She looks so cute in the sweater! It has a mane and ears…

She loved her turkey leg 🙂

Going for seconds.

The hero of the meal – my mom. She made most of what we ate (except the broccoli – I made that one).

Hero of the after-meal – deboning the turkey and keeping the bones for turkey stock.

And I did make the turkey stock. It’s currently cooling in the bain marie. Which is the sink.

And tomorrow, it might be a turkey soup day!

Merry Christmas again, enjoy the rest of your second day of Christmas (turtle doves!) and tomorrow, as well (French hens! What’s so special about them being French? Anyone?).


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