Hubby arrived home safe and sound early Sunday afternoon. It was very nice to have him back home. It’s really been a while since we have had the chance to spend some time together, so we ended up spending over an hour just chatting and catching up on the events of the previous week.
On Saturday I had gotten in a creative/festive mood, and went out to get supplies to make some Christmas gifts. By the end of the afternoon, I had made a sea salt body scrub, oatmeal and brown sugar body scrub, some milk bath, and some bath fizzies. I’ve never made body scrubs before and was amazed at how easy they were. The beauty industry has to make a fortune, I tell ya. They are so EASY.
The bath fizzies were a little more complicated than I expected. Well, not really complicated, but they require just the right amount of water to be spritzed on to the mixture (corn starch and citric acid) and you have to mold them quickly so that none of the unmolded portions start to harden.
I was quite pleased with the quantity of the items, and I am feeling pretty good that I will get quite a few gifts from it all. I still have enough citric acid to make about 3 or 4 more batches, so that should give me quite a few bath bombs, too. So glad I still have a number of bottles of essential oils to help perfume the mixture!
On Sunday afternoon, after Hubby and I had been ‘talked out’, I pulled out the Christmas wrap, and started wrapping some of the presents I have purchased. I was done wrapping the 3rd or 4th gift when I got a call from my Mom asking if I wanted to join her on a trip to the near city. The A-man had just reminded me of a couple of clothing items that he required for his Drama costume, so I thought this trip with my mom might be just the thing.
We stopped at the Goodwill to find the pants and jacket the A-man required, and while he was trying on the pants, I went over to the household section and found two small bottles I could use for the milk bath, and a few wide mouth jars that I could use for some of the body scrubs. Perfect.
On Monday I had put the fizzies on to a cooling rack to dry out a bit more. One of them had broken and I realized that I may have put them in to a container before they were fully dried. The A-man thought I had made lemon squares and had almost taken a bite out of one before he noticed the little label I had made to remind me of the scent of the fizzies. That would not have been a pleasant taste. (Again, just proves that teenage boys will eat anything.)
We have had a pretty uneventful week so far. Touching wood. S was in a bit of bad mood this morning, but that was probably because I told him I thought he should wear some different uniform pieces and I was informed that he didn’t like the ‘feel’ of the cotton dress shirt I had pulled from his closet. Once he realized that I wasn’t going to push it, he seemed to calm right down. He even made sure to get both the garbage and recycling to the curb this morning since the A-man had spent the night at my parents and wasn’t at home to get his portion done.
Haven’t talked to Nee lately, but I have emailed her every now and then just to let her know I am thinking of her. She will call me when she needs to talk.
We have a busy weekend for birthdays this coming weekend. My niece is turning 16. My dear friend Bear’s son will also be turning 16 on the very same day as my niece. On Saturday we are attending a 50th birthday party and on Sunday I will be going to a 100th birthday party for a friend’s father. Quite the span of ages we are celebrating!
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Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Thursday, October 9, 2008
The Bake-a-thon
The A-man 'forgot' about our baking date on Tuesday evening, so we had a major marathon last night. He actually did most of the work himself, and I think he did very well, too.
He started by making mini-zucchini loafs and while they were in the oven, moved on to making banana-chocolate chip muffins. After that, he made up the batter for carrot-spice muffins (which is when I realized we were missing a couple of ingredients and I had to run to the store.) Hate it when that happens!
Once we finally got the carrot muffins in to the oven, it was on to the cookie pizza. Now, I have made this cookie pizza for about 8 years or so. As a rule, I only make this once or twice a year, and only for special occasions at the school - when the boys ask me to make it. This thing is a butter-based cookie dough, topped with sweetened condensed milk, mini marshmallows, chocolate chips and smarties. It is NOT the type of item you would give to your ADHD child very often, let me tell you. (I'm sure the teachers would curse me when I sent this concoction to the school...)
The A-man was positive it would do well at the school bake sale. In the elementary school, slices of this pizza was always sold out very quickly when taken in for a bake sale. I sure hope for the A-man's sake that it was as popular in highschool as in elementary...
By the time we finished baking, I was beat. Actually, I didn't even do the majority of the work, either. I did the grating/chopping/mashing and added a few ingredients along the way, but for the most part, the A-man did it all. S was very pleased that he was able to be the A-man's sous chef. He had even brough his apron and chef's hat home from school for the event.
The thing that made me laugh the most, though, was when the A-man was giving S a very serious lecture on the proper procedure for hand-washing prior to cooking/baking. The lesson was complete with, "You need to lather for a full 20-seconds" and then when S used his hand to turn off the tap, the A-man told him he just contaminted his hands and made S do it again. While S was re-washing his hands, the A-man explained that a paper towel needed to be used when turning off the tap, etc. What surprised me the most, though, was that S actually did what the A-man requested, and never once, argued or gave a hard time. (This is huge, trust me.)
My babies are growing up. I took some pictures last night and will post them when I have a chance.
He started by making mini-zucchini loafs and while they were in the oven, moved on to making banana-chocolate chip muffins. After that, he made up the batter for carrot-spice muffins (which is when I realized we were missing a couple of ingredients and I had to run to the store.) Hate it when that happens!
Once we finally got the carrot muffins in to the oven, it was on to the cookie pizza. Now, I have made this cookie pizza for about 8 years or so. As a rule, I only make this once or twice a year, and only for special occasions at the school - when the boys ask me to make it. This thing is a butter-based cookie dough, topped with sweetened condensed milk, mini marshmallows, chocolate chips and smarties. It is NOT the type of item you would give to your ADHD child very often, let me tell you. (I'm sure the teachers would curse me when I sent this concoction to the school...)
The A-man was positive it would do well at the school bake sale. In the elementary school, slices of this pizza was always sold out very quickly when taken in for a bake sale. I sure hope for the A-man's sake that it was as popular in highschool as in elementary...
By the time we finished baking, I was beat. Actually, I didn't even do the majority of the work, either. I did the grating/chopping/mashing and added a few ingredients along the way, but for the most part, the A-man did it all. S was very pleased that he was able to be the A-man's sous chef. He had even brough his apron and chef's hat home from school for the event.
The thing that made me laugh the most, though, was when the A-man was giving S a very serious lecture on the proper procedure for hand-washing prior to cooking/baking. The lesson was complete with, "You need to lather for a full 20-seconds" and then when S used his hand to turn off the tap, the A-man told him he just contaminted his hands and made S do it again. While S was re-washing his hands, the A-man explained that a paper towel needed to be used when turning off the tap, etc. What surprised me the most, though, was that S actually did what the A-man requested, and never once, argued or gave a hard time. (This is huge, trust me.)
My babies are growing up. I took some pictures last night and will post them when I have a chance.
Monday, September 15, 2008
A birthday poem
This morning I signed on to Facebook to discover Bear's son had written a poem for my 40th birthday.
He was at my 'surprise' birthday party on Saturday night, and I think he had a fun time.
I was the first to change his diaper because his mom didn't know what to do with "the extra parts" that her then two-year daughter didn't have. I visited him in the hospital when his ashama was bad, and his mom was exhausted and needed a break.
One year, he came trick or treating with me and my sons - just because.
When he won an award at his Grade 8 graduation, I think I was beaming as much as him own mom! ( took lots of pictures!!)
He's 14, and a great kid. I love him dearly; and from this poem (which his mom told me took him 45 minutes to write...) I would say the feeling is mutual.
I feel so loved. :o)
~~
I've know you since I was born
I've know you since i first ate corn.
You've watch, you've listened;
You've cared all along
And all I can think is that it's been way too long.
I miss the times we had
Even if i was mad.
Because I know
That you show
The true qualities of a friend.
You've been there through the good and the bad,
The happy and the sad,
And no matter what you've never been mad ...( at least not at me :) )
If there's one thing that I can say
It's that there's no one I would rather have as a replacement mom.
I don't see you a lot, but I know when I see your face that I'm ok; and if I ever need you, that you will be there and that is my gift to you; if being the one who cares if no one else does the one who will listen if needed, and the one who idiolizes you for being you. Caring and generous, more then happy to help - that is you. That is my replacement mom; that is Jori the yesterday- birthday girl.
He was at my 'surprise' birthday party on Saturday night, and I think he had a fun time.
I was the first to change his diaper because his mom didn't know what to do with "the extra parts" that her then two-year daughter didn't have. I visited him in the hospital when his ashama was bad, and his mom was exhausted and needed a break.
One year, he came trick or treating with me and my sons - just because.
When he won an award at his Grade 8 graduation, I think I was beaming as much as him own mom! ( took lots of pictures!!)
He's 14, and a great kid. I love him dearly; and from this poem (which his mom told me took him 45 minutes to write...) I would say the feeling is mutual.
I feel so loved. :o)
~~
I've know you since I was born
I've know you since i first ate corn.
You've watch, you've listened;
You've cared all along
And all I can think is that it's been way too long.
I miss the times we had
Even if i was mad.
Because I know
That you show
The true qualities of a friend.
You've been there through the good and the bad,
The happy and the sad,
And no matter what you've never been mad ...( at least not at me :) )
If there's one thing that I can say
It's that there's no one I would rather have as a replacement mom.
I don't see you a lot, but I know when I see your face that I'm ok; and if I ever need you, that you will be there and that is my gift to you; if being the one who cares if no one else does the one who will listen if needed, and the one who idiolizes you for being you. Caring and generous, more then happy to help - that is you. That is my replacement mom; that is Jori the yesterday- birthday girl.
Friday, August 8, 2008
Surprised
Hubby has been working afternoons this week, which means that when we go to bed on Sunday night, that is the last time I see him - other than when he is sleeping - until we get up on Saturday.
Last night he phoned from work, and his reason for calling kind of surprised me. Basically, he was calling to ask me out on a date. :o)
Our 18th wedding anniversary is coming up, but the actual DAY of our anniversary, he will be on holidays and at the cottage with the boys. He called last night to find out if we could have a date on the Thursday before he begins holidays! He had even heard of a new Thai place that he suggested we go to. (I'm the fan of Thai food - I think he eats it because he knows how much I enjoy it.)
He is just so great. I know I'm lucky to have a guy like him, but it's little things like this that just reinforces it to me.
Last night he phoned from work, and his reason for calling kind of surprised me. Basically, he was calling to ask me out on a date. :o)
Our 18th wedding anniversary is coming up, but the actual DAY of our anniversary, he will be on holidays and at the cottage with the boys. He called last night to find out if we could have a date on the Thursday before he begins holidays! He had even heard of a new Thai place that he suggested we go to. (I'm the fan of Thai food - I think he eats it because he knows how much I enjoy it.)
He is just so great. I know I'm lucky to have a guy like him, but it's little things like this that just reinforces it to me.
Thursday, May 1, 2008
How can this be?
Today, at 4:43 pm, I officially become the mother of two teenagers.
Yes, today is my little man's - S - birthday. He is over the moon excited about it being his very special day.
I guess that is the one joy of having a child with Aspergers - he's not all cool about it, saying something like, "Yeah, it's my birthday - it's just another day..."
Instead, he is just beaming whenever anyone says anything about it being a special day, and he was talking a mile a minute this morning, which is always an indicator that he is excited.
When S was born, he resembled the A-man right away, but the personalities were immediately and obviously different. It was almost like he knew that I had another small person to care for, and when it was time to eat, he would cry, but it was almost like a "hey, I'm hungry over here - you know, if you have a second..." He was a far more patient baby.
The year S turned one, we started taking the boys camping every weekend. S would happily sit in his little stroller, and was content with where ever I put him. My mom once commented that S was going to write a book entilted "My life from a stroller seat" because he was always just so happy sitting there grinning at everyone.
As he got a wee bit older, I realized that S never just did things. You could almost watch him observing his older brother to see how HE did it - after a while of watching, he would then try it, and do whatever it was perfectly. He showed us, even then, that he wasn't much of a risk taker when it came to something new. My theory then was that he would be the type of kid that would observe what others did wrong, then say "Okay, you don't wanna get caught? Here's what we have to do..." My little schemer...
We had one HECK of a time with potty training. He simply refused to do it. It took my Dad telling him that he couldn't go fishing in the boat because diapers scare the fish. The next day, he pushed the diaper away and said "Nope - they scare fish," and he never wore one again! Showed his stubborn side early, too.
S is a very happy boy, for the most part. He has these cute little elfish ears, and a wee heart-shaped face. His eyes are a true window to his thoughts. Bright and shiny most of the time, but when he is turning in to a little black rain cloud, the eyes are the first to darken over.
That is why I was always confused when the school would comment that he seemed to get angry out of the blue. If you watch his face, it is never out of the blue - you can read it a mile away.
S wears his heart on his sleeve all of the time. He is excited about everything, and everyone. Everyone he meets is a new friend, and he rarely sees bad in anyone.
Happy Birthday S. I can't believe you are a teenager now!
I love you!
Yes, today is my little man's - S - birthday. He is over the moon excited about it being his very special day.
I guess that is the one joy of having a child with Aspergers - he's not all cool about it, saying something like, "Yeah, it's my birthday - it's just another day..."
Instead, he is just beaming whenever anyone says anything about it being a special day, and he was talking a mile a minute this morning, which is always an indicator that he is excited.
When S was born, he resembled the A-man right away, but the personalities were immediately and obviously different. It was almost like he knew that I had another small person to care for, and when it was time to eat, he would cry, but it was almost like a "hey, I'm hungry over here - you know, if you have a second..." He was a far more patient baby.
The year S turned one, we started taking the boys camping every weekend. S would happily sit in his little stroller, and was content with where ever I put him. My mom once commented that S was going to write a book entilted "My life from a stroller seat" because he was always just so happy sitting there grinning at everyone.
As he got a wee bit older, I realized that S never just did things. You could almost watch him observing his older brother to see how HE did it - after a while of watching, he would then try it, and do whatever it was perfectly. He showed us, even then, that he wasn't much of a risk taker when it came to something new. My theory then was that he would be the type of kid that would observe what others did wrong, then say "Okay, you don't wanna get caught? Here's what we have to do..." My little schemer...
We had one HECK of a time with potty training. He simply refused to do it. It took my Dad telling him that he couldn't go fishing in the boat because diapers scare the fish. The next day, he pushed the diaper away and said "Nope - they scare fish," and he never wore one again! Showed his stubborn side early, too.
S is a very happy boy, for the most part. He has these cute little elfish ears, and a wee heart-shaped face. His eyes are a true window to his thoughts. Bright and shiny most of the time, but when he is turning in to a little black rain cloud, the eyes are the first to darken over.
That is why I was always confused when the school would comment that he seemed to get angry out of the blue. If you watch his face, it is never out of the blue - you can read it a mile away.
S wears his heart on his sleeve all of the time. He is excited about everything, and everyone. Everyone he meets is a new friend, and he rarely sees bad in anyone.
Happy Birthday S. I can't believe you are a teenager now!
I love you!
Friday, March 28, 2008
TGIF
I am so happy today! Cuz is coming for a visit!!!!!!! :o)
Got an email from her yesterday and it looked shaky for a little while - her hubby has been so ill, and, yet again, there is another kink in the plans. But, I got a phone call from her last night, and it turns out that he didn't need to be admitted to the hospital (thank heavens) but he is now on a heavy duty antibiotic to try and clean up the infection around his new pacemaker. Lately it seems like it's one thing after another, and it has both of them stressed out to the max. I'm feeling for them. So glad I'm going to be seeing you soon!
The A-man didn't get to have his toe procedure yesterday, after all. There is still infection around the site, so our family doctor has put him on another dose of antibotics, and scheduled some time in amblatory care at the hospital for the removal of the wedge of toe nail. Doctor gave a pretty stern lesson on the proper care of nails - both toes and fingers - and I am hoping the A-man actually got it. I've been telling him the same thing for years, but I am just a nag...
Yesterday was Grade 10 literacy testing day across Ontario, so the A-man only had school in the afternoon. Half an hour for each class. Apparently most of his friends were not at school yesterday, but his English teacher (smart lady) told her class that they would be doing the first half of their test, and only a doctor's note would be accepted as reason for not being at school.
The A-man has been asked by a friend to tutor him in math. The boy is in applied Math, and is currently getting a very low mark in the class. The A-man is in acedemic Math, with a 95%, so I guess it was pretty smart to ask him for help. A-man went to the school library to meet the boy - as arranged - and the boy didn't come to school! The A-man said it was okay, because he just used that time to study for his test. Sometimes I still wonder if this is the same child I lived with 2 years ago...
Not that I am complaining!!
S has been having a really good week in school, too. There have been a couple of notes in his agenda saying that he has been staying on task, completing his work, etc. I love it when I get those notes!
I was actually surprised to realize that I have no idea what is happening in S's school right now. I used to be SO involved in the school - both as a volunteer and because I was often in the Principal's office for a meeting about one or the other child - but now, I am there so very rarely. This year I have not received that many phone calls, and, well, things have simmered down quite a bit. Huh - once all of the supports are in place, it's amazing how well the boy can do! The last suspension from last year should be exponged by the end of Grade 8! (Not that I am bragging, but I knew it would be once the bully was dealt with, and the learning issues were too!)
And...off to work!
Got an email from her yesterday and it looked shaky for a little while - her hubby has been so ill, and, yet again, there is another kink in the plans. But, I got a phone call from her last night, and it turns out that he didn't need to be admitted to the hospital (thank heavens) but he is now on a heavy duty antibiotic to try and clean up the infection around his new pacemaker. Lately it seems like it's one thing after another, and it has both of them stressed out to the max. I'm feeling for them. So glad I'm going to be seeing you soon!
The A-man didn't get to have his toe procedure yesterday, after all. There is still infection around the site, so our family doctor has put him on another dose of antibotics, and scheduled some time in amblatory care at the hospital for the removal of the wedge of toe nail. Doctor gave a pretty stern lesson on the proper care of nails - both toes and fingers - and I am hoping the A-man actually got it. I've been telling him the same thing for years, but I am just a nag...
Yesterday was Grade 10 literacy testing day across Ontario, so the A-man only had school in the afternoon. Half an hour for each class. Apparently most of his friends were not at school yesterday, but his English teacher (smart lady) told her class that they would be doing the first half of their test, and only a doctor's note would be accepted as reason for not being at school.
The A-man has been asked by a friend to tutor him in math. The boy is in applied Math, and is currently getting a very low mark in the class. The A-man is in acedemic Math, with a 95%, so I guess it was pretty smart to ask him for help. A-man went to the school library to meet the boy - as arranged - and the boy didn't come to school! The A-man said it was okay, because he just used that time to study for his test. Sometimes I still wonder if this is the same child I lived with 2 years ago...
Not that I am complaining!!
S has been having a really good week in school, too. There have been a couple of notes in his agenda saying that he has been staying on task, completing his work, etc. I love it when I get those notes!
I was actually surprised to realize that I have no idea what is happening in S's school right now. I used to be SO involved in the school - both as a volunteer and because I was often in the Principal's office for a meeting about one or the other child - but now, I am there so very rarely. This year I have not received that many phone calls, and, well, things have simmered down quite a bit. Huh - once all of the supports are in place, it's amazing how well the boy can do! The last suspension from last year should be exponged by the end of Grade 8! (Not that I am bragging, but I knew it would be once the bully was dealt with, and the learning issues were too!)
And...off to work!
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
I've been linked!
The Internet is such an amazing device. In a couple of my past blogs, I have mentioned that I follow the blog of a lady from Singapore, and when I was looking at her blog yesterday, I noticed that she has a link to my blog on her's! I've been linked...how amazing is that? I feel special. (Thank you!!)
I don't know if anybody that reads her blog actually comes to read mine, but still, it's so amazing to think that someone I don't know, that lives on the other side of the world, is reading about my day to day struggles! I love reading her blog because she cooks such amazing meals for her daughter, and puts up pictures of the meals she makes. My meals never stick around long enough for me to ever think about taking a picture! It inspires me to want to cook with a more Asian flair, that's for sure.
Anyway, that is all for now. Just had to have a moment to brag. ;o)
Once I figure out how to do it, I'm going to put a link to the blogs I follow... (yes, I am aware of the fact that I am not too bright...)
I don't know if anybody that reads her blog actually comes to read mine, but still, it's so amazing to think that someone I don't know, that lives on the other side of the world, is reading about my day to day struggles! I love reading her blog because she cooks such amazing meals for her daughter, and puts up pictures of the meals she makes. My meals never stick around long enough for me to ever think about taking a picture! It inspires me to want to cook with a more Asian flair, that's for sure.
Anyway, that is all for now. Just had to have a moment to brag. ;o)
Once I figure out how to do it, I'm going to put a link to the blogs I follow... (yes, I am aware of the fact that I am not too bright...)
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