Tuesday, June 9, 2015

Mom, Your More Manly Than Dad!


A fresh load of rock arrived to be spread nicely over our parking area which needed a little aesthetic attention.  So, Jeremy spent a few hours early this evening feathering and levelling the rock to perfection.  Just the way he likes it.  Untouched and a thing of beauty.  

A few hours later, I arrived at home feeling a little youthful and spirited after a fantastic evening at the soccer field.  As I drove down the driveway I looked to my right and saw this beautiful sea of rock.  And it simply called my name.  With the encouragement of my kids I gunned my mommy truck onto the rocks and  did a few donuts, disturbing this thing a beauty quite substantially.  

My thoughts were, uh oh.  Jeremy's going to give me so much sh**t.  But, I couldn't resist and after one smoke show, we did another.  I hear Cayden yell, " Mom, your more manly than dad!"  Peyton shouts, 'Oh, my nuts!'  (who knows where she got this phrase and what she meant)  Ava's giggles, 'That fun, that fun!'.  And Silke's hanging on for dear life but still smiling.

I sort of wanted to say, 'don't tell dad'.  But I knew that wasn't teaching my children good things.  And really, he is most definitely going to see the results of my moment of fun.



Wednesday, May 20, 2015

Cloudy With A Chance Of- Boring

Sitting in traffic on the # 1 Highway is never any fun. Especially on a gorgeous day that was meant for gardening or anything other type of outdoor activity.


My kids made the best of it. Cayden was testing Jonah in timed math quizzes and Peyton practiced writing her name. Or at least practiced the letters of her name. I'm not sure if she has quite got the concept of putting them in order yet. But whatever kept her amused was fine by me.


Meanwhile, I was enjoying listening to a Mark Clark Podcast about something of interest to stretch my mind just a little bit. The topic of Predestination vs Arminianism was more interesting than I thought and maybe a tad bit controversial for some.


Interestingly, the clouds in the sky caught my attention in a way they never have. I often look up to see if its grey and rainy or clear and sunny. But never does a cloud actually interest me.


This cloud reminded me of one that is often drawn in a good old Archie Comic. Round, fluffy, white and floating freely in the sky. I was so in awe of how beautiful that I had to share my enthusiasm. So I told Peyton to look at the most amazing and beautiful cloud outside!


Her response. 'Mom. That's boring.'


Wow. Was I disappointed by my my little 4 year olds lack of enthusiasm. But then again... I've never really been all that interested either I suppose.



Thursday, May 7, 2015

These Chicks Get Wings

It wouldn't be Spring Soccer without a few post-game wing nights at the local pub.  And after getting almost half way through the season, we finally made our first night out happen.

The players sitting around the table enjoying a drink and plate of amazingly tasty wings looks just a little bit different every year.  Yeah, I know we get older every year:)   But it's not the only thing that changes.

Every season our team loses some great teammates.  And every season we gain some new ones.  The great thing about becoming a 'Chicks That Kick' team member, is that you never fully get let go of by the team. We have had some amazing women be part of our circle of friends but unfortunately 'life' gets in the way. Some ladies move.  Some get hurt.  And some simply can no longer juggle the activities of the other family busyness.  And that's just the way life is.

So, when we sit around the table with new teammates and old, we often share stories and laugh at all those great memories of times past. Some of those memories include nursing babies on the sidelines, Fireball, speediness of our littles, Kelly and Julie.  Cindy's one play, take it right up the middle and score and  Cheryl's stories of Sweaty Crotch.  Oh there are so many more after 9 years of being a Chicks That Kick.

Our team never 'replaces' a player when they leave the team.  We simply 'add' a player.  Another newcomer that has different skills and other life experiences to share. And then we make more wonderful memories to share and laugh at.

It's the connecting and meeting of new women that I truly enjoy with our little team.  Well, this comes in at a close second to actually playing the game.  Best wishes to my past and present Chicks That Kick teammates!







Monday, May 4, 2015

Retreat From Everyday Chaos

This past weekend I took an opportunity to get off life's crazy train for just a short period of time.  And it was worth every minute of pre-planning kids pick-ups, drop-offs, food and all the other stuff mom's are responsible in our everyday life.  The time away at lakeside Kawkawa Lake Camp was absolutely amazing.

Imagine one hundred women taking part in camp-fire songs, Ga Ga Ball, Scavenger hunts, Kayaking, Hiking, Mission Impossible and shooting guns.  Ok, not every one took part in every activity.  But we all did sleep on those thin mattresses that had our poor womanly hips hitting the plywood on the beds. But hey, all part of the camp experience right? 

The speaker, Krista Penner, was outstanding.  She shared stories we could laugh at and relate to.  She was passionate about what she spoke to  us about.   One moment we were laughing and the next we may have had a tear in our eye. Much of the discussion and the theme of the weekend surrounded the topic of Legacy.  What is the Legacy we are leaving for our families and people around us?  

To top the weekend off, our outspoken leader Sarah shared something so... yikes.  I really don't even know how to describe it and I certainly will not be the person to repeat it. It was so random that it left many in shock and awe.  Jaws dropped and some really did fall out of chairs in laughter. All I can say is that what is shared at a women's retreat, stays at a women's retreat:)

Grateful is the word to describe how I feel.  Grateful to be surrounded by so many inspiring and strong women.  And grateful for my family that lets me get away sometimes. 



Thursday, February 26, 2015

Elk Mountain Accomplished

Ever wanted to crawl back into bed after one of those very early Saturday morning hockey practices?  I mean really, it was still dark outside anyways. 

After kind of making plans to get my courage to try the Elk Mountain hike, I felt I just simply had to do it.  I didn't even line up a trail buddy just 'cause I wanted the option to back out if I simply wasn't feeling motivated enough.

But for whatever reason, I had this amazing sense of ambition.  So, before that ambition left, off I went.  Water, ear buds, phone and a carb loaded bagel to get me off to a good start.  I know many think it's simply crazy to go out on the trails alone.  But... I knew that it was highly likely there wouldn't be others this early morning also prepared to climb the mountain.  

And sure enough.  It was an Asian Invasion! A whole crew of people were preparing their packs and armed with walking sticks, ready to climb up to one of the most beautiful mountain peaks in the Lower Mainland.  So,  just to feel like I was part of a crowd,  I set off with them.  See, I wasn't alone:)

But after slowly rounding a few corners, and I mean slowly, it was time to cut lose.  And off I went.  I am not sure what it was, but I was pumped to rock this climb.  And with Toby Mac music playing in my ears, I did rock it.  Right up to the top.

Only to discover: No View!  The clouds were all around me.  But, I truly did not care.  I still had a vision of the surrounding valley views in my head from the time I climbed this peak a few summers ago.  And with my heart pumping and my soul happy, I just imagined what was beyond the clouds.

After a few moments of peace, the peak started to get invaded by more climbers.  It was my cue to go.  And down the steep and slippery trail I went.  By the time I made it down to the bottom of the trail I had only lost one water-bottle over the side of the cliff and had mud half way up leg.  But all was awesome!  So looking forward to doing it again.  Very soon.  













Thursday, February 12, 2015

Perfection On Family Day Weekend

It was one of those kind of Sunday's.  Started with a great message from Pastor Matt and quickly followed with an impromptu plan to get outdoors with the family for a hike up Lyndeman.  And even more impromptu, was the invite to a family we didn't even know to join us.  I have seen the Friesen family on a weekly basis sitting just in front of or behind us every Sunday. And knew they have only been in Chilliwack for the past six months.  So, why not share the wonders of our little hillsides. 

It was hard to say what was the most rewarding.  The workout I got packing up a 30 pound bundle of cuteness, getting to know a lot more about a new family or the intense beauty of the Lake once we reached our final destination.  It  was all very good for my body, mind and soul. 

Peyton made me very proud.  She walked up the trail all on her own for the first time.  She has always been lucky to get a ride in my pack.  But with the addition of Ava, her time has come to an end.  But... she was pretty determined that she was not going to walk down.  Not this time anyways.

So, as persuasive as Peyton is, she convinced me to take her down.  And Jeremy, who had the empty pack going up, know had a rider for his very first time.  Yes, first time.  I'm the one that enjoys the extra workout and happily take on the extra weight challenge:)

So, an amazing day we had.  And looking forward to many more!
















Thursday, February 5, 2015

Four Going on Twelve

Wow, was I ever blasted by my little 4 year old spitfire, Peyton tonight.  I was in a bit of a rush, as per usual and I was tasked to quickly put on an episode of Barbie for the girls.  The TV wasn't co-operating with me, and in my impatience I told Peyton Netflix simply was not working.

Peytons hands reached out for the remote.  "Let me do it!  I'm 4 years old and know better than you how to make it work!"   I looked at her, or I should say glared at her and responded, "Fine, you do it!" with my own little snappiness. 

She takes the remotes and with a running commentary tells me exactly what she needs to do.  And Voila.  Barbie was on Netflix in only a few short moments.  A few thoughts went through my head.  Not totally polite of course.   I did just showed up by a four year old afterall.

 I have a very independant and bright girl on my hands and she knows way too much about electronics.  Could be a very good thing.  Or... I am in trouble:)