What are we doing? What's going on?
Definitely don't like this!!!
All Done!
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Hamin Around The House
Just some updating photos, so y'all don't lose track of what the hairy little beast looks like...
We have our first haircut scheduled for Friday (eek!).
We have our first haircut scheduled for Friday (eek!).
How can anyone not appreciate the imp in these shots? He is SO much fun!
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Peeling Away the Layers
The light bulb sputtered and blinked on during some girl-talk last night. I’ve been really bothered by my lack of feeling toward my own animals, lately. I still appreciate them but I just can’t seem to feel warm about them anymore, as though I'm somehow detached. And I finally figured out exactly why I needed to cycle out the paint gelding I’ve been enjoying for the last 3 years for something less needy.
This entire life event we have sustained exercised the limitations of my emotional self. I reached and returned from depths I never knew I could visit, let alone survive. In a way, it adjusted my prioritising of everything in my life. While I hang on to every successful day forward with an impossibly open heart and just try to relax and soak everything in, I’m sure that no matter how far we get with the little man, I will always have a monkey on my back.
The specialists tell us to expect cancer to return, that it is our new reality. Thing is, the little champion hasn’t actually fit into any box they try to stuff him into. Patrick refuses to even entertain the idea, like a good parent. While I certainly cling to the hope that he'll defy another of their gloomy expectations like a de-clawed cat falling out of a tree, I can’t stop my subconscious from keeping the glove pumped and ready. I think this is exactly why I can’t drum up the warm fuzzies for simple things. I actually resent anything that vacuums what little energy I have left, as though I’m scurrying to recharge before another hit and anything that inhibits that effort is detrimental to my very existence.
My animal time is my therapy. With the paint horse, a rider needs to be 110% engaged in mind as well as body, which can be a wonderfully fun way to ride when you have the luxury of enough stored emotion. For now, I need a horse that I can just turn everything off with and chill. I can appreciate and trickle what precious little I have left into a being like this with no pressure at all.
I have gratitude for all that gives me space, for all that nurtures peace.
This entire life event we have sustained exercised the limitations of my emotional self. I reached and returned from depths I never knew I could visit, let alone survive. In a way, it adjusted my prioritising of everything in my life. While I hang on to every successful day forward with an impossibly open heart and just try to relax and soak everything in, I’m sure that no matter how far we get with the little man, I will always have a monkey on my back.
The specialists tell us to expect cancer to return, that it is our new reality. Thing is, the little champion hasn’t actually fit into any box they try to stuff him into. Patrick refuses to even entertain the idea, like a good parent. While I certainly cling to the hope that he'll defy another of their gloomy expectations like a de-clawed cat falling out of a tree, I can’t stop my subconscious from keeping the glove pumped and ready. I think this is exactly why I can’t drum up the warm fuzzies for simple things. I actually resent anything that vacuums what little energy I have left, as though I’m scurrying to recharge before another hit and anything that inhibits that effort is detrimental to my very existence.
My animal time is my therapy. With the paint horse, a rider needs to be 110% engaged in mind as well as body, which can be a wonderfully fun way to ride when you have the luxury of enough stored emotion. For now, I need a horse that I can just turn everything off with and chill. I can appreciate and trickle what precious little I have left into a being like this with no pressure at all.
I have gratitude for all that gives me space, for all that nurtures peace.
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Some Beach
We had a fantastic time at our local pond today! I’m still kicking myself for forgetting the camera.
I barely got the first towel laid out in a shady spot before Kaleb demonstrated that he knew just what to do with that! The little man stretched right out for a minute of solid relaxation like he’d done it a dozen times before. He wasn’t initially too keen on the cool temps of the bright blue water (no doubt colour compliments of a healthy combo of our quarry-based locale and some good ol’ chlorine) but warmed up to the idea with a few games of peek-a-boo.
We spent quite a bit of time lounging on our towels, people watching over some berries and crackers. Oh, and some more flat-out relaxing. He also enjoyed moving some sand and managed to coerce someone out of a red ball.
Note to parents: don’t go to a place filled with sand and water with your child and NOT BRING A TOY.
I barely got the first towel laid out in a shady spot before Kaleb demonstrated that he knew just what to do with that! The little man stretched right out for a minute of solid relaxation like he’d done it a dozen times before. He wasn’t initially too keen on the cool temps of the bright blue water (no doubt colour compliments of a healthy combo of our quarry-based locale and some good ol’ chlorine) but warmed up to the idea with a few games of peek-a-boo.
We spent quite a bit of time lounging on our towels, people watching over some berries and crackers. Oh, and some more flat-out relaxing. He also enjoyed moving some sand and managed to coerce someone out of a red ball.
Note to parents: don’t go to a place filled with sand and water with your child and NOT BRING A TOY.
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Pucker Up
Our latest thing is giving kisses. Got my first one this morning. Dad has been bestowed two, all have been on our knees. Not sure what the correlation is, but we'll gladly take it. He's been hugging on request for some time, now. Nothing better than an affectionate baby!
He's fearless around the horses - scarily so. Thank goodness all are kind hearted, even if slightly apprehensive. We're filling our pasture up with boarders to maximise our property. We decided that 12 acres for only our two horses was a luxury we couldn't afford just now. We've been enjoying the extra activity and everyone has been respectful so far. I'm the first one to say horse people can be a little nutty at times.
Our daycare provider has recently had her baby (congratulations, Bryanna!). We've been enjoying having the little man home again 24/7. We will enjoy taking him back to her even more come September. He just loves going there and we appreciate the opportunity to scrape toddler grunge off the floors, windows, walls and doors in the house. Seems rather frivolous to chase after him with a washcloth while he's here, especially when every ounce of energy is required to simply keep up with him. Never do you have the luxury of being a step ahead, either.
Delightful little monster.
He's fearless around the horses - scarily so. Thank goodness all are kind hearted, even if slightly apprehensive. We're filling our pasture up with boarders to maximise our property. We decided that 12 acres for only our two horses was a luxury we couldn't afford just now. We've been enjoying the extra activity and everyone has been respectful so far. I'm the first one to say horse people can be a little nutty at times.
Our daycare provider has recently had her baby (congratulations, Bryanna!). We've been enjoying having the little man home again 24/7. We will enjoy taking him back to her even more come September. He just loves going there and we appreciate the opportunity to scrape toddler grunge off the floors, windows, walls and doors in the house. Seems rather frivolous to chase after him with a washcloth while he's here, especially when every ounce of energy is required to simply keep up with him. Never do you have the luxury of being a step ahead, either.
Delightful little monster.
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