tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154106220872595972024-03-12T20:02:17.621-07:00Life's Like ThatAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10475377876641676346noreply@blogger.comBlogger219125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-615410622087259597.post-7508487676158861382017-08-31T08:36:00.000-07:002017-08-31T08:36:23.830-07:00I Told Myself I Could Like HimJust over 3 years ago, we met this little boy and his sister for the very first time. Jonah was just about 6 years old and Ava was 1 1/2 years old. We met them because our family was in the process of adopting these young kids. <br />
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I will never forget our first meeting. It was slightly awkward. Jonah was aware of what was going on, but not necessarily happy about it. Ava, well, she was simply cute. New to walking and oblivious of the life changes that were just ahead. I left the home they were staying in feeling like I could come to like Jonah pretty quickly. He had a little spark. Was healthy and energetic.<br />
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We went back a couple days later. And the visit took a huge turn. I will never forget the feeling I had. I didn't just 'think' I could like Jonah. I loved him with all my heart on the very second time meeting him. I still tear up remembering the emotion I carried home with me that this little boy would be mine to raise to become a good man one day.<br />
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What was it? For sure it was a God thing. Jonah had found a place in my heart for his endearing ability to show his love. It's a regular occurrence that I will enter a room and have him find me for a great big hug. Followed by a sweet, 'I love you mommy'. <br />
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He is up for anything. Give him an opportunity to play a sport and he will work his butt off to learn it and become better. He shows huge determination in learning in school and has overcome obstacles I thought he would always be challenged with. Jonah is liked by his peers and teachers. He is also the one I can rely on to offer to help me with one task or another. <br />
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Happy 9th birthday Jonah! You are one awesome boy and we love you. We are excited for what grade 4 will bring you and your second season of hockey! You are a joy and a blessing to us. Best wishes for an amazing year.<br />
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Ok, I have tried. Set the alarm. Hit snooze a couple times, then reset the alarm for a more acceptable time. Fail. Fail. Fail!<br />
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So last week, Pre-New Years Resolution time, I told myself to get out to the 6:00 am Bootcamp times at the gym. The first morning, I hit snooze a couple times then was ready to reset the alarm completely. Only to feel some pride kick in cause I told Jeremy the night before I was getting to the gym early. So, I got up and to the gym, a few minutes late, but did it.<br />
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The next morning session. Again. Snooze, snooze. Oops. Reset alarm and miss it! The third morning. Snooze 1 time. Then off I went. My brain said, 'you need more snooze time'. I said, 'no! I will be late.' I head downstairs. See the couch and cozy blanket and tell myself. Ok, 2 more snooze's. Then... I was late and missed the class and just rode the bike. BORING!<br />
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So, 4th morning. I made myself accountable to getting to the early morning class by offering to pickup my co-worker after the workout and bring her to work. Smart lady I was. That morning, my alarm went off, totally wanted to snooze, snooze, reset. But... I had a commitment, so off I went. Feeling amazing for it.<br />
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I have come to the conclusion that I simply need to set my alarm, giving me time for 3 snoozes, and I am good! I am mentally ready to get going and tackle the gym. Ok... maybe that's an overstatement. But... at least get out the door, make the class on time and feel absolutely amazing afterwards because of it.<br />
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How about you? Early morning bird? Up and at 'em before the alarm even goes out? Or... a snoozer? Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10475377876641676346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-615410622087259597.post-47009961685794474132016-12-21T21:39:00.000-08:002016-12-21T21:39:13.375-08:00Cayden Turns 12 And We Celebrate Him!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Cayden has grown from little boy to a gentleman in the blink of an eye. A mom can never be told too many times how polite and enjoyable her son is to have around. I especially enjoy hearing this from store clerks who are sure to tell me how well-spoken my son is. So much that they give him a 'staff discount' on his purchases!</div>
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Cayden, you are easy to love and extraordinary. You have a wonderful sense of humour and are clever and witty. You are exuberant and I love how you approach life with courage and confidence. </div>
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You are kind. A nice kid and mostly treat others with respect and courtesy. (Your brother and sister may not always agree.) You are easy going, a go-with-the-flow kid and a breath of fresh air. </div>
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I love that you are comfortable in your skin and you like being you. Even so much that you will wear pink and think you are cool. And you kind of are, so no one will even tease you. </div>
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Cayden, you are my adventuring buddy and I love our times together in the mountains and river valleys. And I am so loving watching you grow into the awesome pre-teen you are. </div>
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Best wishes to your next year of life!</div>
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From the moment I met Jonah only a short two years ago, I fell in love with this little boy. He has been such an incredible joyful addition to our family. The first day we met, I saw resilience. I saw spunk and lots of energy. I saw trust in a better future. I saw a little boy that had the biggest grin and a sparkle in his eyes.<br />
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He finally turns 8 today. Yes, I say <b>finally</b> because his birthday has been on his mind months before the big day has arrived. His wish list as gotten really long and is ever changing with 'the hobby of the day.'<br />
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This morning I gave Jonah his morning hug and wished him a Happy Birthday. I then ask how his sleep was last night. His reply was that he had a great sleep because he had a really good dream.<br />
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So, I ask what his dream was about. His response was that there was a beautiful butterfly. And he was able to catch it. And he has never caught a butterfly before, so it was super special.<br />
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Jonah, you are loved. You are fun, loving and considerate. You can frustrate me with your persistence and at the same time I admire that persistence. Because this quality will make you very successful in reaching your goals. Jonah, we love your helpfulness and how you know exactly when we need a hug from you. You are awesome!<br />
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We hope your 3rd grade at school is amazing. And that your first class birthday is tons of fun! Keep on enjoying the things of life.<br />
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Hours of travelling through some beautiful countryside and I finally arrived! Oh, I should share that it was a very HOT drive! 5 minutes into the trip and my car was stuck blowing heat for the whole ride. This was after a complete service was done. So... I was definitely windblown and slightly overheated when my GPS brought me to the front door of my very first AirBnB experience.</div>
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I walked up to the door and politely knocked on the door. Only to hear a very energetic hostess call out for me to 'come on in.' I walked right on in to a very homey, confortable and friendly home and was immediately offered whatever drink I fancied. I was then quickly assured that in this house, BnB did not mean Bed and Breakfast. But did mean Bed and Beverages. LOL!</div>
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I have been waiting for this road trip for months! The day finally arrived for my adventure to begin. All alone. My car was packed. Hugs and kisses given and off I went with anticipation of much fun, much learning and new relationships with like-minded individuals.<br />
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The drive started with the usual border crossing in Sumas. It was when I was asked about the purpose and destination of my trip that I recalled the last time I told the Border Guards that I was going to Bend, Oregon. That time it was a lie! <br />
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There was a reason for the lie, although, it wasn't really a good one. I was taking Jeremy on a surprise trip to California. He only knew that we were going on a trip, not the known destination. So when asked where we were going, I didn't want to reveal our true destination this early in the trip. So with confidence I told the guard we were going to Bend, Oregon. He gave me a very strange look and asked what would possibly take me to Bend in November. My quick response was, 'Because I hear it's nice there in November.' He then asked where we would be staying. My response because I was truly drawing a blank was, 'A hotel that starts with a H.' That did not go over too well, so inside we went for a passport check. I remained confident and Jeremy was horrified and sure we were going to be locked up!<br />
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Anyways, this time it was a breeze. Summer is a great time to visit this beautiful town of Bend, so there were no more questions asked. I hit the highways with the expectation of arriving in under 7 hours. With that much time on the road I knew I had hours to catchup on saved podcasts and music for entertainment.<br />
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I didn't really relax and enjoy the ride for the first half of the drive. I just wanted to get there! When I finally realized that my trip was going to be 9 hours and not the 7 hours I thought it would be, I finally figured out that I should just settle in and enjoy the scenery and quiet of the ride. <br />
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By settling into the drive I really found enjoyment in the experience. I was reminded of my trucking days, over 16 years ago, where solo trips into Oregon and Eastern Washington was what I did on a daily basis. As I looked at my GPS attached to my windshield I had to chuckle because 'Back In The Day' I had to find my destinations with a plain old map-book! I discovered on this trip that I would never trade a GPS for a map-book for a distance trip ever. <br />
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The hours alone allowed me to just think about the areas of life going really well, those areas that could use more effort, and my purpose and direction. I always share that I feel I am truly Blessed in life. I work in a fantastic family business. Mom to four kids who definitely keep things exciting. Great friends and team-mates. And a great church family as well as many other things that are going really well. I especially have a great husband who took all four kids on out camping while I was away! I am sure he found these past few days as therapeutic as I did:)<br />
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As much as these things are going very good, I had time to process that we are not simply to 'live a good life' but a life that shares the reality of our Creator and our Purpose is to share the good news and do great things for others through service. <br />
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I super excited for our annual girls weekend up to <a href="http://squamishhiatus.com/squamishhikes/elfin-lakes.html" target="_blank">Elfin Hut</a>. We really don't know why we put ourselves through the agony and exhaustion each year on this 11 km uphill climb with 45 pounds on our back and snowshoes on our feet. </div>
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We decided that we would make the best of today and take our snowshoe adventure to the nearby <a href="http://www.env.gov.bc.ca/bcparks/explore/parkpgs/ecmanning/" target="_blank">Windy Joe Trail in Manning Park.</a> I quickly popped into the nearest Tim Hortons drive thru to get some breakfast and a hot cup of coffee for the drive. Still feeling a bit crabby, I made my way to the drive thru window to make my payment. My order was passed out the window and no payment was needed. The nice lady in the Honda in front of me had paid for my order! </div>
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The day was perfect! Blue skies and clear highway. We made it to the trail head in record time and got ourselves geared up to head uphill for the next long while. The Windy Joe Trail is not a quick little walk in the park, we found out. 16 kilometres later, after a great variety of conversations of inspirations, encouragements and all kind of randomness we made it the round trip back to our vehicles. Completely exhausted. Completely proud of ourselves. Completely fulfilled. <br />
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My mind goes back to the old 80's song 'Friends' written by Michael W. Smith when I think about how blessed I am by such amazing friends. And really, if I was a sobbing kind of girl, I'd likely be filling a bucket of tears right now.<br />
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The evening started out with what was going to be a quiet dinner with 3 friends. And actually was a completely surprise party that included 15 of my friends. 2 of the girls made the drive from Kamloops to help me celebrate the big 4-0, and that was truly humbling. Cindy is a fabulous party thrower and even had Jodi and Jeremy in on it helping to make it a total surprise. <br />
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And wow, did we all celebrate! Starting with some fire at the Greek Islands. Hey, the many candles made for some very nice ambiance. But... when a paper napkin touch's fire, it's sure to not end very well. My very first Muff Diver was served up. And being a good sport I dived right in. A little strange sight I might say for the other guests in the restaurant. But, it was appropriate for the group I was hanging with for the night. Just being with this great group of friends made me truly grateful. <br />
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As the evening moved on, we moved to the local pup. Where, as the night went on, the crowd got much younger. By 11pm I think there were ten people in the crowd over forty. The balance of the place was filled with kids half our age! And... one of those 20 years olds even bought me a drink! Not sure what that was all about, but I'll take it:)<br />
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The laughs continued. I think the time '2:00' is etched on my brain forever now. The 2:00 thing is an inside joke that I don't think all of us who were there really understands. But, it gave us something to laugh about all night. Julie, share sometime what the heck that was about:) <br />
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Thank you to all of my friends! You all impress me in so many ways and I can't thank you all enough for making entrances into my world in various ways over these years. Thank you for the gift which I will enjoy this week on my little shopping trip. And Kelly and Julie, my Heart and Soul figure, which will always remind me of my good friends who always make me feel great and encouraged.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10475377876641676346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-615410622087259597.post-52142898215822098102015-11-19T10:24:00.003-08:002015-11-19T22:26:09.710-08:00Wow! 60 Years Ago...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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One of the most influential people in my life entered this world 60 years ago. My dad. And I feel blessed to have such an encouraging and patient man as my dad.<br />
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He is a person who can be counted on to be fair and not gossipy. He is a person that most people in his circle of influence will say, has integrity at his core. He is a faithful and generous leader and well respected for his passion for people.<br />
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When I was young, I was my dad's little shadow. If there was any opportunity for me to go for a ride in a truck or to town for one errand or another, I would be there. If there was work to be done in the yard, I was there. <br />
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Some of my favorite childhood memories are times in which I would go with him to pick up an evening load of sawdust. There was always a stop at the same little store for some pop and chips which made it extra awesome. (I was easy to please:)<br />
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I even would go to church every Sunday evening. And this wasn't something the average kid enjoyed. The sermons were very long and very dry. But for me, it meant time that it was just he and I sitting side by side. Me, with my head on his shoulder just relaxing.<br />
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I truly believe I was pretty easy on him all these years. An easy kid who didn't cause too much stress. That's likely why he appears so youthful. At least 10 years younger. Seriously! <br />
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Ok. There was one time I may have pushed his buttons. Just a little bit. Janey Both will often remind me of this time and we chuckle as if it was yesterday. All anyone could see was me running through the campsite, flying through the air into the tent. Only a few seconds later there was my dad, running through the campsite, flying through the air right into the tent behind me. And a bit of yelling followed. I like to think that I was helping him remain fit and trim with the exercise he got from chasing me through the campsite. LOL. <br />
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Our family certainly has been blessed to have been raised by a dad who shows much patience, grace and care.<br />
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Happy Birthday Dad! You are amazing and we wish you many more healthy and wonderful years of life to encourage people to live a life of purpose.<br />
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It was a day of perfection. The sky was clear. The conversations were rich and inspiring. The energy of all the kids was exciting. All the things that make a challenging climb like this one doable.</div>
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I was amazed at how great all ten of our kids did on this trek. They climbed to the peak of this amazing mountain with no complaint which truly made me so proud of this crew. I do have to say that by the end of the trek, I sure was running out of steam. Carrying Ava to the top of this mountain proved as challenging as I thought it would be. But, we made it. And I took some time to scan the valley below and meditated on how blessed I am to have a healthy family to do this with and a great network of friends who are up for adventuring with me.</div>
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As we made it to the very bottom, we met up with a dude on a mountain bike. Of course I was curious, so I stopped him to chat a little about what his plans were. I could hardly believe my ears when he told me he was biking up to the peak. Not only that, but he had biked all the way up from Bridal Falls, through Ryder Lake. Who does that???!! I was wildly impressed.</div>
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Interestingly, at church Sunday, this guy asks me, "Hey". "Were you just on Mt. Cheam the other day?" I looked at him and it clicked. He was that guy! The funny thing is that he was also inspired by us, the crew who climbed Mt. Cheam with a "whole crew" of kids. </div>
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Phase 1 of <span style="color: #3d85c6;"><a href="http://chilliwackparksociety.ca/" target="_blank">The Community Forest Park Project</a> </span>is mostly complete! You may be asking, what on earth is this 'project' about. Well, it is an amazing partnership between the City of Chilliwack and the <a href="http://chilliwackparksociety.ca/" target="_blank">Chilliwack Park Society</a> working to convert 100 acres of under-utilized City owned land into a multi use community park. Multi-use means that bikers, hikers and trail runners will all find some enjoyment out here on the trails. </div>
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There are many volunteers of all ages who have been part of this well organized Society who have dedicated their time to break ground and build trails on the well forested Eastern Hillside of Chilliwack. With shovels, axes and a variety of other tools requiring lots of sweat and physical work the trail has slowly taken shape one foot at a time. The Society welcomes anyone willing to spare some time. And... is looking for donations of a variety of items as the trails continue to be built over the next few years. So, if you are interested in being part of some amazing history here, become a member!<br />
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Today, a few of us took part in a little tour of what has been completed. Some fortunate people even got to explore further up to Phase 2. Now this Phase really has me excited. It will be more challenging than Phase 1, which is suited to people of all ages to enjoy, and will one day include a viewpoint. This trail is not officially opened yet. But, look for the Society of Facebook to get updates. And... come out to work on Saturday, October 24 at 2:00 on the next planned build day. You will enjoy the work and meeting some amazing people:)</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10475377876641676346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-615410622087259597.post-1705420550661466352015-10-12T19:33:00.002-07:002015-10-12T19:36:28.416-07:00I'm Thankful For... Our Adoption Is Finalized!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A little over a year ago we finally got to meet our 'new' kids on a short little visit. Jonah who was five, almost six and his little sister Ava, who was eighteen-months. We knew very little about them other than their names and a short description of them. And we had only 1 not so good picture of them. So, it was mostly a lot of mystery and a whole lot of faith that this would be a match made in heaven.<br />
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Our family waited for over 2 1/2 years for the adoption to go from application, education, many a meeting, health exams and a whole lot of waiting. But... we were patient, believing that when we got that call telling us we were matched, we would be ready.<br />
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Peyton and Cayden were very much a part of the process, waiting to hear whether we would be adopting a boy or a girl. Maybe even two. Cayden hoped for Chinese and twins. I'm really not sure where either of those came about. He also hoped for a boy his age. Which most definitely wouldn't happen considering we were open to children aged six and under. Peyton, she of course had a preference of a sister, but not other particular requests.<br />
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Both Peyton and Cayden got almost exactly what they had hoped for. Amazing how that worked out! That day we were introduced to two very happy and giggly children. Ava was new to walking and not talking yet. But she took and instant liking to Jeremy and I and toddled her way book in hand over to sit in my lap. Jonah, was very open, until a little while into the visit where he clearly stated he liked us, but was not going home with us. <br />
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On the second visit, we ventured to a nearby school and again got to see true happiness and childlike behaviours in Ava and Jonah. Again, there was no talk of coming home with us. But, we were mom and dad by name to these two.<br />
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Then came the third visit. And this time it was an outing for ice cream. Jonah was certainly warming up to Jeremy. He insisted that Jeremy sit in the middle of Ava and Jonah in the backseat of our very small Jetta. And, like a good dad, Jeremy did. Well, this propelled Jeremy very far in Jonah's book of favourite people and there was not talk that he wouldn't come home with us, one day.<br />
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This whole visiting process was very trying. We had to leave Peyton and Cayden at home for the first two full weeks. So, it was like we were trying to parent two sets of kids and this wasn't too fun. Finally Jonah got brought out for a sleepover at our house, and got to meet these two mystery kids.<br />
They all did hit it off, but Jonah did not want Jeremy and I to go too far.<br />
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Fast forward past the visits. It was move in time. And, it went off without a hitch for everyone. We all quickly got adjusted to each other and looking back this past year, it was most definitely a match made in heaven. All our kids act like siblings. <br />
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They are mostly friends, and sometimes need their own space. Cayden and Jonah have all the same interests, even though they are four years apart. They play Wii, watch the same shows, play sports, beyblades and whatever else the rage is at the time.<br />
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Peyton and Ava are simply the cutest together. They play pretend where Peyton is always the mom. And sometimes Ava is the dog. They giggle and jump on the trampoline together. They argue, colour and sing together. You name it, they are together most times.<br />
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So, a year later, we are Thankful for adoption. And what it has brought to our family. A lot of noise. arguing and tears. But even more of a lot of love, laughter and family fun. We feel complete. Just like the McEachern family was meant to look like.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10475377876641676346noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-615410622087259597.post-54972001473937081802015-09-03T21:04:00.000-07:002015-09-03T21:24:31.837-07:00Not Asking Enough Questions Results In A Crazy AdventureI have become a lover of hiking. And a dreamer of spending more time in the mountains. All the short and local ones have been conquered. I've been waiting patiently for the opportunity to join on something new. So, Sunday I was asked by a fellow hiker to join on a Tuesday afternoon hike.<br />
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Now, Roxanna is an avid hiker and a fantastic photographer. We have done a past overnight hike and I really was looking forward to joining her on another great adventure. But the truth is... I failed to research. And, I failed to plan. The result... a truly great story of exhaustion, wetness, pride, very steep inclines and declines and all kinds of things I can laugh at myself about forever.<br />
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However, I did do a couple things right. I told my husband I was going on an afternoon hike and where he should pick the kids up for work. I also packed enough water and some snacks.<br />
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Where did I fail? To ask the difficulty of the hike. The length of the hike. And why spikes, headlamps and walking sticks were on the list of things I should bring along. When bringing a headlamp. Ensure it actually has batteries! When bringing dry clothes, put them in a sealed bag so that they stay dry. And I failed to tell my husband that I wouldn't be home until at least 10:30pm.<br />
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Needless to say. The hike was hours long. A 27% incline. Not much of a view due to the clouds and rain. Exhausting and exhilarating at the same time. Memorable and with excellent camaraderie and conversation. Only 3 other times in my life have I ever felt so physically exhausted. So the moment I got home, I stumbled into the hot tub with a splash and reflected on the past few hours with a silly grin on my face. <br />
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After the few things I did right and the many things that I should have done better, I am truly pumped at accomplishing a very difficult hike on a very wet day and having to use my iphone light to get me down the mountain the last stretch of the way. (Remember, no batteries in headlamp:( ) My life just wouldn't be the same with some memories of these kinds of adventures. Thanks to Amanda and Roxanna <a href="https://instagram.com/intherivervalley/?hl=en">@intherivervalley</a> for taking me along for the ride and keeping me encouraged all the way up and down that mountain. <br />
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I've got to mention Roxanna's <a href="http://www.inreachcanada.com/">In Reach</a> was an excellent companion and comfort and something I highly recommend other thrill seekers invest in.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10475377876641676346noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-615410622087259597.post-67469276282886598042015-08-25T10:58:00.001-07:002015-08-25T17:34:48.668-07:00Life's A Beach: At Least For Now Some families dream of spending 2 whole weeks camping on a beach with sisters, brothers, parents, nieces, nephews and other random guests along the way. Okay. This could just as easily be many peoples nightmare.<br />
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But, in our case, it's mostly all good. Along the way some blowups may happen over crazy random things. And not always is the argument between kids. Sometimes us six siblings have a meltdown moment too and request a much needed timeout. I got myself into one little tiff this time! We do have a week left. But... all quickly gets forgotten and we move on. And that is what I am proud about our crazy and loud family. <br />
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This year has been exceptional. Definitely the signs of the eleven grandchildren all growing up. A few less tantrums and tears to invade our quiet beach or water relaxation space. It keeps us adults that much happier and much less annoyed.<br />
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This beach front camping in Osoyoos, BC is a long 33 plus year tradition for the Boesterd clan. And it shows no sign of slowing down. Evening bike rides, late night card games, boating, kayaking, swimming, snacking, book reading, bottle collecting, Home Hardware visits, and lounging in the lake take up most of our time each day. And it almost never gets tiring.<br />
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We've raided the pool at the resort above to escape the high winds, uninvited. Late at night after enjoying some late night drinks and lots of quiet my brother and I have had heartfelt conversations. The ones that don't happen in every day life. Some quality time burning candles in ears. Very random, but yes, it did help the hard of hearing to hear a tad better:) We've spent time at the bottle depot sorting out $250.00 worth of bottles, courtesy of all the kids entrepreneurship adventures. After dark bike trips to the Windmill for curing ice cream cravings. Another beer stop, my most satisfying drink of choice on a hot day on the lake:) We have some duck whisperer activities happen and some of the best times for everyone is after a "Marcy Visit". And a whole lot of wonderful Sangria making!<br />
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It's 9:30 in the morning here, and my girls are still sleeping! I've had my morning coffee, responded to some important emails, read a few chapters in a good book and all in utter peace. Yes, life's a beach.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10475377876641676346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-615410622087259597.post-20111404031865361492015-07-30T00:03:00.004-07:002015-07-30T00:03:36.000-07:00Whipperwhirl WanderersIt was a very rare Ava and I kind of morning. After a somewhat sleepless night, I kinda wanted to just hang out for a quiet morning at home just chilaxing. Also very rare and treasured. <br />
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But, I knew I would have all kinds of regrets wasting this amazing morning with just the two of us, so shook off the lazytude and loaded up the back-pack and off the two of us went in search of a mini adventure. Going off a few Club Tread recommendations we made our way out in search of the Whipperwhirl/Sandy Beach trail on the West side of Harrison Lake.<br />
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Thankfully the directions we followed were perfect. The length of time it should have taken us was bang on. The route markers were as described. The Sandy Beach was found. The River was were it should have been. Whew! At one point I did wonder what the heck I was thinking doing this unknown trail on such a deadline. But... we managed to get back to pickup the other's with five minutes to spare even after a little photo shoot on the beach where Ava showed me some of her precious little growing up attitude:)<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10475377876641676346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-615410622087259597.post-58568122660058180662015-07-21T16:06:00.002-07:002015-07-21T16:06:30.505-07:00Legion Of Boom- Aka "The Boom Team"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I arrived at the field, parked and watched. Carefully considering whether I should get out and join the team in front of me on the sidelines. Or, stay sitting anonymously in 'the safe zone' of my vehicle. See, I was asked if I would be interested in joining this Co-ed soccer team. Almost completely full of people I didn't know. Playing Co-ed would be a first for me and I was feeling a little lacking in confidence, especially after watching some very good soccer being played.<br />
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Finally, I got up some of my usual courage and casually walked over to stand beside those standing on the sidelines and quietly said hello. The only two people I knew on the team were playing, so felt just a little out of place. Awhile later Ravi came over and says, 'So, you playing with us?' I could only nod and say yes. So, the teams jersey and socks were thrown over to me and on the field I went to try to prove that I could fit in with the team.<br />
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I passed the test and officially became a member of the Legion of Boom team. Or as my kids call it, "The Boom Team." Most of my soccer play has been in the 'Over 30's Women's League and wow, what a difference. The pace of the game, the passing, heading and everything else was so much more than I was used to. And it was fantastic! Certainly what I was looking for. <br />
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It took awhile for me to get to know this team. And what a great mix of people. Everyone was serious about playing great soccer and at the same time respectful of each other and encouraging. We had a fantastic season, finishing in 3rd overall in our division. Of course with the quality of players on The Boom Team, this shouldn't have been any surprise. <br />
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Our team had not just one great goalie, but two! Jeremy and Dave M. both respectably made numbers of great saves, keeping us in every game. With Chantelle's fantastic ability to bicycle kick the ball multiple times and getting it into the open almost every time. Casey's coaching(yelling:) from the back line. Corey's amazing speed, ball control and his ability to get to the ball no matter where he was on the field. My fellow defence ladies, Ashley, Nicole and Dee who all played so well protecting our goalies as we could. <br />
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Paula who made so many great crosses through the season and who brought her awesome parents to many a game to keep a watchful eye on the many kids. Ravi and Dave who not only did a great job of managing the team but played each position they needed to and with such grace:) Ryan could run for miles and who was such a solid but quiet presence. <br />
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The Witt sisters. As many called them. Jess and Jen. Excellent players with many a goal and such great control of the play. After a full season of trying to remember who was who, I finally came to the realization that I should just give up, like many others had and just call "Witt" and one of them would respond. Lol. And then there was sweet Alana. Ever smiling and making many a great play from the front line. <br />
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Tournament weekend finally came! And we were ready and excited to finish the season strong. But wow! Was it ever a hot one. Playing 4 games through that heat was challenging for sure. Many great memories were made, great soccer played and lots of hard work.<br />
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One of my favourite memories was when Dave was running back to beat the ball that was going over his head. Arms were flailing to give him some momentum, and he touched the ball 'accidentally'. Resulting in yet another yellow card and awarding him a place on the sideline for the balance of game. I still wonder if he was terribly unhappy about the call. He did after all get an early start on the cold beers. <br />
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Even with Dave on the sideline, we did manage to win the game 3-2. A fantastic shot from outside the box and just under the top of the goal by Witt. And both Ravi and Casey took the ball all the way from mid-field and got shots off near the goal line earning them a goal.<br />
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In the 3rd game, not our finest start, I managed to cause one of the opposing players biggest guys to the drop solidly to the ground. This earned him a whole lot of laughter by his team mates. While I walked away innocently and without a card. We didn't win this one in the end. But we certainly turned the game around in the second half, finishing with a 3-1 loss. Ryan earned himself a well deserved goal is this one after putting on so many miles throughout the tourney.<br />
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Dave M. and Jeremy had some kind of agreement that Jeremy would play goal for the final games of the tourney. But Dave was on the hook to score a goal. And that he did and in fine form in the final game. He managed to score the games only goal giving us our third win and Jeremy played for the shut-out.<br />
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Thanks to the Legion of Boom for allowing me and my family to be part of the team. And to Dave and Ravi who did a great job of building an engaged team and keeping us so well organized. I owe my husband alot of gratitude for not giving me to hard of a time for being away at soccer for two to three nights a week. To my kids who loved to come to each of my games and Peyton who always said, "good job mom." Often they had no idea even the colour of the team we played against because they really just came to play and that was just fine by me. And last but certainly not least, thanks to Paula's mom and dad who came out to many a game to watch as well as keep an eye on all the kids while we focused on the game.<br />
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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. </div>
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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. </div>
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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.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10475377876641676346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-615410622087259597.post-86144278672011252342015-05-20T21:32:00.001-07:002015-05-29T09:09:40.252-07:00Cloudy With A Chance Of- Boring<p>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.</p><p><br></p><p>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.</p><p><br></p><p>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.</p><p><br></p><p>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.</p><p><br></p><p>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!</p><p><br></p><p>Her response. 'Mom. That's boring.'</p><p><br></p><p>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.</p><p><br></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2CUsXzSEAXQ/VV1WBdE9DeI/AAAAAAAAFNc/hR1-rFsqwpg/s1600/IMG_0430%255B1%255D.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2CUsXzSEAXQ/VV1WBdE9DeI/AAAAAAAAFNc/hR1-rFsqwpg/s640/IMG_0430%255B1%255D.JPG"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zznlK5894Y4/VV1WjIAHmvI/AAAAAAAAFOE/t6a2aeInN-w/s1600/IMG_0431%255B1%255D.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zznlK5894Y4/VV1WjIAHmvI/AAAAAAAAFOE/t6a2aeInN-w/s640/IMG_0431%255B1%255D.JPG"></a></div><p><br></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ocouEsHeptY/VV1Wrej97iI/AAAAAAAAFOM/4UtG3gEijwk/s1600/IMG_0428%255B1%255D.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ocouEsHeptY/VV1Wrej97iI/AAAAAAAAFOM/4UtG3gEijwk/s640/IMG_0428%255B1%255D.JPG"></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10475377876641676346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-615410622087259597.post-47220520204060756872015-05-07T21:51:00.001-07:002015-05-07T22:22:43.195-07:00These Chicks Get WingsIt 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. <br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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! <br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10475377876641676346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-615410622087259597.post-41456391683592134452015-05-04T22:35:00.000-07:002015-05-04T22:35:05.744-07:00Retreat From Everyday ChaosThis 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.<br />
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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? </div>
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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? </div>
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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:)</div>
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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. </div>
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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.</div>
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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. </div>
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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:)</div>
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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.</div>
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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.</div>
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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. </div>
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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. </div>
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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.</div>
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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.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10475377876641676346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-615410622087259597.post-78679155840577587902015-01-24T16:56:00.001-08:002015-01-24T16:58:35.230-08:00Reliving November 2014<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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November 4 we celebrated Peyton's 4th birthday. What a spunky little girl this 4 year old is. She laughs at nearly everything. Unless of course she isn't getting her way. Then it's tears or her demanding little look.</div>
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Peyton's favorite things and activities are fairly wide, which makes her even that more fun. She loves to play with her Barbies. And Ava too. She is also good at being a great big sister to Ava. The two are such a joy to watch together. Peyton loves her dance and when the time is right will be perfect for a drama class. This girl loves to be the center of attention for sure. Since she is now 4, she has gained some new responsibility as well. She gets to set the table at dinner and never complains. Unlike her brothers that argue at every request.</div>
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Peyton is incredibly social. And likes to line up her own sleepovers:) And because she is confident and brave, she will walk right in to her friends with hardly a backward glance or even a wave. This girl provides our family with such entertainment and we sure love her. </div>
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My brother and I share our birthday and with my dad's being just a few days earlier and my older sisters being just a few weeks later, we love to celebrate together at The Capital. Our favorite restaurant for sure. The conversation around the table is always quite interesting. Sometimes we make people blush. But, we are a fairly open minded group and don't hold each other too accountable for poking fun at each other.</div>
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The ongoing birthday present saga did not let me down. Frank is incredibly difficult to please. A joke gift is never recieved well. And neither is it ever forgotten. Hence the Boxer shorts gift comes up every year! So, I thought for sure this year I was doing OK. A Tim Hortons gift card and a great big bag of Munchies for night time TV watching. Before I even handed him his gift I said, "I don't want any complaints about the present I am giving you."</div>
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He opens it up, and no word of a lie this is what he says, " I don't drink Tim Hortons anymore and I like Ketchup chips." Oh my was I ever mad! But... I considered the source and said, "no more birthday gifts for you!" Problem solved. But... unfortunately I will miss the birthday present drama:) </div>
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Just another little hang out with my girls at our favourite stop. Starbucks. Hot Chocolate for them and coffee for me. A little book reading at times or just some giggles and talk. I love these coffee dates and sure would love to include more of them into my schedule.</div>
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You would have thought my Aunt Francine and I had called each other to coordinate our outfits:) </div>
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My first climb up Mt. Thom in almost 2 years! And what a change. Gone were the nice woody trails and replaced was a nicely groomed pathways. Perfect for the winter rainy season but will definitely not be my first choice for most of my trail runs in the future. The one unchanged thing was the amazing view at the peak. After my climb with my new morning trail run partner, Tracy, I found myself very disappointed with my loss of endurance. But the upside is, I have lots of room to get faster:)</div>
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An afternoon of cookie making for the kidlets and Silke. It was so nice to come home from work to trays of sugar cookies just waiting to be decorated. I think the boys had enough interest in decorating just one cookie each. Then off they snuck, cookie in hand leaving Peyton and Silke with the balance of a sea of cookies. Wow did I admire Peytons diligence! She did not quit until every cookie was decorated. Even Silke was sick of cookie decorating by that point. </div>
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Mommy's chair usually sits empty. It seems I rarely get to sit down long enough to enjoy it. But when I do, I feel a deep sense of well-being and a little wisp of regret at how busy times are these days. I'm guessing Peyton took this picture. Pretty good I must say. </div>
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Peyton and Ava enjoying some 'homework' time on the floor. Silly Peyton chooses the hardwood floor while cutie patootie Ava chooses a nice plush spot on the area rug. </div>
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November seems like so long ago. And I can't even remember all the many events that happened. So grateful for the invention of camera phones to help capture these little moments as they happen:)</div>
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