9.15.2014

Honest Parenting Post #2

As a parent we've all been here.
I know it.
However it doesn't make the moments easier.

There have been endless discussions at our house about what it means to listen and obey. Not only to Mommy & Daddy but other people too like grandparents, teachers, uncles and aunts. It seems the days can be endless reminder after reminder. 

Sometimes I think about throwing in the towel. 
Letting a snide remark slide, not saying anything after the sixteenth reminder to pick up/put away/no tantrums/no whining. 
But I know I can't.
No one ever claimed it would be easy.

This sweet darling girl of ours has such a big heart. She is so affectionate, sensitive, caring, a great helper, eager to learn, hilarious and has a wild imagination ...the list could go on.

She is also incredibly strong-willed, sassy and has high high's and low low's. We struggle with her defiance daily. We want to raise her to stand up for herself, be convicted and strong in her beliefs, not be easily swayed or pushed around. Most of these things will help her with that. We just need to channel it in a way that is pleasing and glorifying to God. We need His help to do this.

Yes, following through is so incredibly hard. Some days I loathe it. But I am reminded that God put Spencer and I in charge of these little girls. To teach, guide and help them make decisions that are responsible and good. Eventually becoming independent beings. So right now it looks like sticker charts, Popsicle rewards, trips to the park, spankings, talks, fmore talks and taking away privileges. 

On a side note- another motivator is when I'm out in the community and I see other care givers who don't follow through or discipline. It drives me crazy! 

Today, we talked lots about her first horseback riding lesson with Socks. We had gone already to meet Socks, see the barn and meet the teacher. She was really excited for this afternoon. There has also been conversation about her nap time. How important it will be to have a rest beforehand so she is bright, happy and alert while on the horse. We reminded her as the time came closer that she will need to go to sleep right away. She can't get out of bed and needs to close her eyes and when she wakes up it will be time to go. 

We were in agreement. She understood. She knew what she had to do and what would happen if she didn't do it. 

About 15 minutes later I can hear her running around upstairs. Her door opening and closing and her dresser drawers sliding open and shut.

Caught red handed.

I so, so badly wanted to go back on my word. 

I wanted to yell "Why?!" 

I cried inside.

Calmly I explained what I saw and offered her a chance for a logical (ha) explanation. Of course, there wasn't one. When I told her what it meant for her privilege to be removed she was so angry with me. She yelled at me. It hurt me. But I knew I had to stick to my guns. 

We talked about privileges, Cubbies, riding, playing with friends, etc were all extras. And if we chose not to listen and obey they would be taken away. 

Such a hard lesson to learn.

I know it won't be the last time, or the only child to learn it. 

For all the moms who know how I feel, kudos for sticking to it. It's tough and we don't give ourselves enough credit. We live in a world where it's every mother for herself, we need to change that. Bridge the gap in parenting choices and styles and pat each other on the back when it's deserved. 

You never know how much it could mean!

9.08.2014

Human Hammock

                    37 weeks 5 days
           There isn't much room left!

8.25.2014

Your Predictions

As baby's guess date is officially under a month away now
I thought it would be fun to do a little prediction game! 
No money involved, just for fun. 

Claire's stats were:
She was born two days early
She weighed 7 pounds 9 ounces
She was 18 1/2 inches long.
Guess her name (unless you know, then don't give it away!)

This baby's stats so far are:
She is due September 24
She has been measuring within two weeks of my due date
Her heart rate has always been around 130/135, 
with the exception of one time it was in 150 range
I have had no pre-labour signs
Mother's intuition says she'll only be a few days early like her sister.

Post your guess in the comments below, 
or comment on the post of Facebook!







8.20.2014

Camping!


A couple of weeks ago we went camping at Point Roberts.
Just a hop, skip and a jump away from our house, but felt like another world.
We went midweek so it wouldn't be busy, 
and Spencer was also able to commute easily to and from work.

The days were spent reading books on a blanket,
playing games, colouring,
C riding her bike and before we knew it Dad would be back.

The evenings were gorgeous.
We would sit on the beach, throw rocks in the water.
Look for seals and whales
and watch the sunset.
We even saw a nest of tiny baby birds and 
were able to watch the mama bird bring food back to her babies.

We were gone for two nights.
And yes, I slept willingly on a blow up air mattress at 33 weeks pregnant.

Roasting wieners, campfire bans don't stop us
(thanks Mom and Dad!)

Claire with her walking stick.



Action shot! 



She loves her new shirt from Maddie.
















Enjoying the view... or napping?

8.15.2014

Making Pasta With A 3 Year Old

So this one time I decided to make a pasta with a 3 year old..

That would be today. A rainy day activity, 
fun for my daughter and I, trying to instill my love for the culinary arts. 

All was going well. A task that could have taken me 15 minutes, took an hour. But so it goes when doing things with a toddler. She was in the way, my other daughter safely tucked inside of me seemed to be in the way, but despite the bumping into things- and each other-we were making pasta that was sure to mak any Noni proud. And I felt like an all-star mom.

Look at me, I thought confidently to myself, I can make pasta with an active 3 year old! Look how much fun she's having, and feeling so proud of her work! 

The kitchen was starting to feel hot, my belly feeling rather large, and the dough constantly being fondled and wrinkled. I could feel my temperature rising (both figuratively and literally). 

This was starting to take way too long. It will be ready in time for breakfast!

I turned then to put the first bit of pasta on the dish towel to dry. When I turned around I saw a ball of dough. The dough thy had just taken an hour for us to flatten out was in a ball. 

My super mom badge that I had so proudly pinned to my own chest just minutes before fluttered to the ground. I lost my temper. I snapped, Claire! No, Mommy told you not to touch the dough! Please get down from the chair. Now I have to do it all over again. 

Not a proud moment. 

Quickly I tried to flatten the dough again. Trying to get dinner on the table as quickly as possible to feed the hungry bellies. 

I saws her sweet little face fall. It ate me alive. Daddy took her to help with a chore in another room. When she came back I apologized for getting angry, I told her I was frustrated but thy is never a reason to speak to her the way I did. 

My sweet Claire, so quick to shrug it off. 

That's okay Mom, brushing the hair away from her face, wearing a Cinderrella dress and Princess Jasmin slippers. Not another word about it. She did huff and puff, let it hang over her for another hour, she just moved on.

The same girl who throws unreasonable tantrums in embarrassing places. Who throws things in anger and speaks to me unkindly when she's angry. The same mother who tries to stay calm, keep her heart rate low and teach her child was is acceptable behaviour when we're sad, frustrated or angry.

Now if only I can learn from her and shrug it off just as quickly. 

But for now I'll leave the pasta making lessons for a couple more years. And maybe not during the summer while 8 months pregnant.


8.12.2014

The Wiebe's Are Home!

You know you're good friends
when you can go an entire year without seeing each other,
yet pick right up where you left off.
Did I mention that before the last time I saw Andrew and Edol,
they had been gone a year before that too?

But this time was different...
this time they came home with a baby!
I was so delighted to meet Ariel.
Edolbina, Andrew and Ariel have been
living in the Philippines (where Ariel was born)
where Edolbina is training to be a midwife.
They came home on her break from school
and proudly introduce their son.
They have been here just over a month, 
head back in a couple of weeks already.

I am so thankful we get to text each other! 
It makes the kilometers between us shrink considerably.

Cooling off...

Ari's first chiropractic adjustment.
His facial expression cracks me up, but he had a big smile afterwards!

Of course, our baby lover holds the baby.

8.11.2014

Mighty to Save

Yesterday we sang the Hillsong song Mighty to Save in church.
My heart broke for these people who are giving their lives up for their love of the Lord.
What is happening there is a real hell.
We cannot fathom what it means to be a persecuted Christian in this way.

We serve a God that is so much bigger.
He is fighting this battle for them.
He is more powerful and mighty.
Just like He delivered Miriam Ibrahim from lashings and death,
surely He can deliver thousands more, He has before.

Saviour, He can move the mountains
My God is Mighty to save, 
He is Mighty to save.


Forever, Author of salvation
He rose and conquered the grave, 
Jesus conquered the grave.


My prayer is that through this God's glory 

will spread across the globe.
I am sure there are those who are questioning 
God's sovereignty and hand in all of this.
But my prayer is that hearts will be transformed,
people will turn to see Jesus' light in this incredible darkness.

Shine your light and let the whole world see, 
We're singing for the glory of the risen King... Jesus


What then shall we say to these things? If God is for us, who can be against us? He who did not spare his own Son but gave him up for us all, how will he not also with him graciously give us all things? Who shall bring any charge against God's elect? It is God who justifies. Who is to condemn? Christ Jesus is the one who died—more than that, who was raised—who is at the right hand of God, who indeed is interceding for us. Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or danger, or sword? As it is written, “For your sake we are being killed all the day long; we are regarded as sheep to be slaughtered.” No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. For I am sure that neither death nor life, nor angels nor rulers, nor things present nor things to come, nor powers, nor height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord. (Romans 8:31-39 ESV)