No Cabin Fever Here!

What glorious weather we've had this winter! Even Kaleb was feelin' the need to take advantage of it... PICTURE POST!

Holidays are THE BOMB

The boy could not believe that Santa really got him the green bike he asked for. Lots of great family visiting across the board. Lots of amazing food as well as yummy junk, of course. Kaleb handled the hectic schedule well, though some food from somewhere along the road didn't agree with him, the poor nugget. He took it in stride, though, and marched right along with the play once cleaned up.


"They" talk about development landmarks, in particular chemical short-circuiting in the brain during growth spurts during the 2-4 year mark, as well as the 13-14 year mark. I can say for certain that we've witnessed such evidence in our own son. A completely happy and reasonable, well-mannered child will instantaneously dissolve into a thrashing puddle of dramatic emotion over absolutley nothing... we cannot mark any trigger or pattern. There's no reasoning until the storm passes, just as abruptly releasing our child as it overtakes him. Fortunately, we seem to be leaving this stage behind us more and more.

Mom scored as well as Son. A cute new hat, a Zumba certificate to my favourite instructor, and a Kobo! Totally unexcpected and totally addictive. Hence my absence from the internet... oops.

Looking forward to getting back into a normal schedule. Work is humming along and I'm getting back on the horse (finally!). Kaleb continues to adore and thrive in his daycare situation and the hubby is nicely occupied by his own work schedule. Still lots of play... it's ice fishing season and mild weather just begs for more hoofprints in the snow.

Life is good and the journey is sweetly lazy.

What DO Little Boys Get Up To When Mom & Dad Blink?

Exhibit A (Ooh! Very pretty!):

Exhibit B (Hmm... the first moment things might have gone awry.):

Exhibit C:

Exhibits D & E:

And finally, Exhibit F:

He was very proud of putting on his own "mustache". Maybe face painting one on could have been avoided for halloween this year...

Good times.

Trick or Treat! Smell My Feet!

110% Potty Trained!!

No diapers at all for well over 10 days. Horray! The good and bad of life really does motor on, regardless of any insignificant incidentals each of us as individuals may be sorting through, doesn't it?


For the first time in more years than I can remember, I truly feel weightless about life. I'm not pretending or wishing... I truly feel it. It has been a long road of processing, re-assessing and re-aligning. The real bolt slid home once the needle etched my "strongmankaleb" tattoo this fall - my homage to our family strength, to our incredible son and to living the life we aim for.

I know perhaps that not everyone will understand this burning need some of us have to physically commemorate meaningful events upon our own bodies. I've tried to explain my personal need to acknowledge and delare a passage of rites, a glorious battle trophy and with this most recent adition, it finally feels like that final step, planted with a resounding thunderous smash atop my mountain, is firmly affixed.

I'm home and I LOVE it.