Hug In A Cup!

Once again September has come and gone with a blur.  School is back in full swing with lunches, homework, and rallying the troops for early mornings out the door. 

This year I decided to be proactive and ban the use of all electronic apparatus before school in the morning.  Computers, iPads, iPhones, PlayStations’ and television…no little fingers are to touch said devices until three o’clock.  With distractions gone, our mornings have taken on a much more pleasant tone; one without chest pains and racing to the car to be on time. 

A month later we have comfortably settled in to Grades Six and Four and our Little Miss off to Kindergarten.  Oddly enough, it’s been more of an adjustment that either of us had thought.  At first, it seemed my little “cling-on” was never going to putter off without hesitation. Yet, slowly but surly, she now goes off without a hitch and I actually think she’s really liking school. 

As per usual, hockey tryouts are in full throttle.  Our oldest, now in Peewee, no longer requires (or wants) our help in the locker room and putters off without a second look.  The “love you too, Mom” and “Later Dad’s”, have been substituted with a ‘simple smile and a nod’. Ouch.

As my Mother says, “He’s getting to that age you know.”; I sigh, awkwardly smile to myself, and with hesitation, lovingly agree.  Somewhere in the ten weeks of summer, our three kids leaped and bounded toward “growing up” and my husband and I are having a little trouble catching up. Right now, I’m quite grateful for the dog. Having just had our one-year anniversary, the little guy is providing some very much need extra companionship.

Like every year, hockey brings with it a new round of tryouts, team selections and a ton of, “My nerves are gone!”.  Kids wanting to be with their old teammates, parents mulling over rosters, Hockey Mom’s regrouping after a summer apart, “rink rat” siblings scurrying around the rink…honestly, it’s quite the site.  The action on the ice is equally comparable to the “action” off the ice.

Parents hold to their cell phones as if their lives depend on it; “refresh, refresh refresh”… “What? It’s still not up?”.  Yet, it’s the comradery that keeps us all glued together, and texting at 1:am in the morning, alerting the masses that the ever dreaded, ever anticipated “list” has been uploaded. (Phew)

On we go… Christmas decorations have already made their way to the shelves, pumpkin spiced lattes and seasonal teas are steadily flowing.  Just as I felt I had conquered world of “latte” this and frappuccino “that”, I have now discovered an entire new world of Tea!

Gone are the days when I would mock my Grandmother and her hot cup of Tetley; I have found “David’s Tea” and all things wonderful that come with it; LimeGelato, PomPower and my new guilty pleasure, Forever Nuts.  Oh my!

Like a good patron, I sport my travel mug, complete with built in filter, so my “Tea to Go” is steeped to perfection.  If nothing else, at the end of the day, when the house falls quiet, I find myself enjoying a warm, silky, “hug in a cup”! (without all the calories- bonus!)  It’s a tie between ‘Banana Nut Bread’ and the ‘Forever Nuts’ tea, but no other words describe them, than a ‘soothing, warm snuggle”. 

It’s here I’ll say, “Til next time” as I steep my hot cup of goodness, surf the internet while intermittently clicking, “refresh, refresh, refresh” !  

I remain....

Summer Heat!!

I believe it is safe to say, in the weather department Mother Nature gets a solid “two thumbs up”!! What a summer we’re having!

Who would have thought, sun filled, hot summer days would stick around longer than forty-eight hours.  Splash Pad, Skate parks, Sunshine Camp, our days have been filled with non-stop outdoor activities! Activities, that for once don’t require hoodies and jackets.

It’s nice to see the jeans and dark colored apparel replaced with neon colors, shorts and with the current humidity, as little clothing as possible!  My favorite quote of the summer so far? “Temperatures will be so warm…you’ll wish your husband had shaved his back!” - @ryansnoddon . 

It’s true, Newfoundlanders are a tough bunch; we brave winter with wind burn and a lop-sided smile…these days, we tackle the unfamiliar humidity.  There’s no feeling like getting of the leather couch and hearing the peeling of your skin as it’s stuck on like glue.  That “oh so awesome” shower to cool off, only to dry your hair and sweat in crevices you didn’t know you had, forgoing a second shower in the likelihood you might pass out from heat exhaustion! Yes, this summer is awesome!

Of course, it’s also been the summer of “50 Shades of Grey”. Don’t laugh or snicker! If you haven’t read it already, you’ve thought about it.  Everywhere you look, book stores, street signs, and Facebook, all baring some snippet of the summer craze.

Me, yes, I’ve read it. And, I loved it.  It may not have been the most appropriate book to be reading on the plane; as I did get a strange look from my aisle neighbor. He he.

With three kids, a dog, my house and life, my free time is limited. So, when I do get a few minutes to sit down, if I’m going to sacrifice clean bed sheets for a book? It had better be worth it.

As my husband said, “Like twilight…with 50 Shades, I lost my wife for a week!”.  I am confident though, that any husband whose wife did or is reading this trilogy, is certainly NOT complaining!  There isn’t a person I’ve talked to, who is able to talk about Christian Grey without sporting a naughty grin and blushed cheeks.  While E.L. James hasn’t embarked on anything new with the steamy romance novel, she has managed to ignite a sultry fluster in readers everywhere!

Indeed the next logical step in any money making frenzy, make the movie! It worked for Twilight and it will work for 50 Shades!  There have been rumbles of potential actors and actresses, whether it will make the big screen or be featured on HBO. Well, all I can say is this… like the estrogen filled theatre for “Magic Mike”, be it the big screen or my television at home with a one month subscription to HBO; this Mama, along with some very enthusiastic  ladies, will be joining the masses to see this movie!

Enjoy the heat and continue having a terrific Summer!!!  Don’t forget, Mommy Jingles is on Twitter, @themommyjingles !

I'm back Diary!!

Deary Diary,

It’s been awhile my friend, and I have no excuse other than life’s just whizzing by!  Since our hockey trip to Montreal we have also had a family hockey trip to Gander  and most recently Prince Edward Island for myself and Drew.  PEI was a great little adventure as it was just me and the little man; I have to say that I really enjoyed having some one-on-one time with the little guy. It was long overdue.  

Most trips to the rink involve me lugging along a convoy of kids, but this trip, I was able to sit back and watch him play the game.   None of the, “Mom, can I get a slushy”, “Have you got a toonie”, “Is this over yet?”; just me and the bench cheering on my little man.  We had a great time together…we survived the driving, got water-logged in the pools, did some shopping and even survived our flight being cancelled on the way home.  Travelling is always an adventure.

 Now home, it’s not hard to want to leave again.  Snow, followed by wet flurries, high winds and freezing temperatures continue to make me question the sanity that is required to live here.  It’s said “Newfoundlanders are a tough bunch”, while this is true, even we have our breaking point. 

 As per every Spring, we have the moose yearlings toddling through the city, massive pot-holes that swallow your car, and now, the extra icing on the chilly cake, coyotes!  These little darlings have been making their way into the city, perusing the downtown shopping and scouting out the local schools.  I have yet to come across one myself and quite frankly hope I don’t.  As the children play street hockey and ride their bikes, the parental conversation of “don’t talk to strangers”, “stay away from the wandering moose”, has now the added perk of, “if you see a Coyote, get home!”

 It’s great to see them outside again; their faces smiling with sun-kissed cheeks (as opposed to wind burn)  Their sweaty little heads from bike helmets, scraped knees, polysporin and bandaids like tattoos on their legs and elbows. Indeed Spring is in the air.  I’ve even seen the start of my hostas making their way through the soil and little buds on the tree branches.  Guess Mother Nature forgot to tell them she made a wrong turn off the coast and it’s still winter here!  Tank tops, shorts and flip-flops one day, winter coats and hats the next….awesome.

 We’re not asking for much, just something other than this.  Plus ten or twelve? Come on old girl, toss us a bone! We may be a tough bunch, but, even we need to feel the warmth of the sun on our skin!

Gold in Montreal!

Well, all I can say is, “Phew”.  Mommy Jingles and her two boys are back home from Montreal, where the CAPS Atom B All Star team competed in one of the Canadian Hockey Enterprises hockey tournaments.

As with any team adventure, our trip was filled with lots of excitement! We got off to a booming start in St. John’s, on the runway.  With several families travelling on the same flight the plane was buzzing with laughter.  It was here, zooming down the runway where our plane suddenly slammed on the brakes and abruptly halted to a stop; now, for those of you who love to fly this would be nothing more than a blip, however, for others (like myself) it was not.  At this point my nerves were officially gone, and the over zealous passenger next to me was not helping the situation.

“Probably something with the de-icing”, she says.  “Good thing they figured that out. You wouldn’t want the plane to drop out of the sky!”, she adds…loudly!  My younger son, who can become anxious at times, hears this and proceeds to ask a series of questions that only makes my own anxiety even worse.  As I smile and tell him it’s nothing serious and we’ll be in the sky soon, my “sidekick” continually interrupts me, adding in some hodge podge unbefitting that of a nervous nine-year old (and his mother).

Before we knew it we were in Montreal, all luggage and children accounted for and settled at the hotel.  I don’t know if the bags were dropped in the room before a full throttle game of mini-sticks roaring in the hallways.  It’s always amusing to see how long tiny rubber balls can be propelled through the air before someone complains to management.  Those first few hours in a hotel are vital in setting the tone of what’s to come. And, lucky for us, the tolerance level of the hotel staff and other patrons were quite good with regards to mini-stick marathon. As for the continual raiding of the ice machine? It turns out other people on the floor wanted ice too, yet, they were forced to plan strategic maneuvers in order to outrun our kids!

Over the next four days, there was power-shopping, eating out, interesting bus drivers, many back logs at the elevator, but most importantly, some amazing hockey.  A group of seventeen kids, came together with finesse.  They were passing, taking their time, talking to each other and working together…they, had become a team! 

Moms and Dads yelled and cheered, nails were bitten, nerves were gone, camera flashes fired, had you not a child on the ice you couldn’t help but get in on the excitement.  In the end, our CAPS Atom B team went undefeated coming home with the Gold Medal.

Like a scene from the Olympics, the players wore their medals with pride and beaming smiles.  They proudly circled the ice displaying the Newfoundland Flag and their winning trophy as parents watched with pride and joy. It was a moment we’ll all remember.

Hours later, my boys and I along with several other team members made our way down St. Catherine’s Street toward the Bell Centre.  Sporting jerseys, hats and other

paraphernalia, we were off to our first NHL Game.  The Montreal Canadians were playing the New Jersey Devils and I was taking my two boys. What better way to finish off a gold medal day!

The seating in the Bell Center reminded me of a being on top of a roller coaster and never going over the top,and of course, the food was outrageously priced. However, the looks on their little faces was well worth the nausea and indigestion.  “Mom, I can’t believe we’re at an NHL game, this is amazing!”

The opening theatrics were quite the spectacle (from my stanards at least).  As for the game itself…well, I’m sure it was an off day for both teams. Nonetheless, it was a great time with my kids!

The Gold Medal Game of Mini-sticks continued in the hotel halls until late in the night. When, finally, our little champions were put to sleep and the parents enjoyed one last evening together; as the saying goes, “All good things must come to and end”. 

Within 24 hours of landing, I had two very sick boys who then missed an entire week of school after being taken down by the flu (or something).  Stomach pains, migraines and vomiting were the finishing touches on a fantastic adventure.  Now, a week later, I think I’m fully recovered.  Yet, a little voice reminds me, “Only six weeks til Gander and then P.E.I Mom!, Woohoo!” – sigh- “Bring it on Kid!!”

Kids v.s Grown-ups

This week my boys celebrated their eleventh and ninth birthdays! Another year older, another year wiser; it was on his ninth birthday my younger son asked the question, “Mom? What’s the difference between a kid and a grown-up?”

It was here that I stopped, briskly scanned my brain for the appropriate answer, only to decide, “I don’t know if there is a real difference between kids and grown-ups” was the best I had.

This answer was followed by, “No, when you’re a grown-up you can do whatever you want”, “when I grow up I’m staying up late all the time”,  “grown-ups have lots of money Mom”, “grown-ups don’t have to do chores”, and so on.

This let me to sit down and really think about what being a “grown-up” and being a “kid” had in common.  Sure some of the differences are unavoidable, like age, bearing children, being able to vote, etc.  But what exactly makes being a grown-up that different from being a kid?

 Kid – Mom or Dad decides when you go to bed.

Grown – up – while you can “go to bed” when you feel like it, ultimately we still

            have bedtime dictated to us. If you’re kids wake at 6am, your day will go

            down hill if you’re functioning on four hours sleep.

Kid – some, little or no money

Grown-up – some, little or no money. It can be argued that our kids with their saved

            allowances and birthday money are ultimately richer than their parents.

            From mortgages, lines of credit, student loans and car payments – a grown-

            ups bank account is happiest if we make it back in the black   -

“You have no money do ya buddy? Well, Mommy and Daddy have less than no

 money. So you’re doing alright!”

Kid – Parents are constantly telling kids to clean your room, unload the dishwasher,

            take out the occasional load of trash, put your dirty clothes in the hamper.

Grown-up – Frankly, I would take a “kid version” of chores any day.  Grown-ups

            have chores, they’ve just exponentially multiplied. Long gone are the days of

            simply, unloading a dishwasher, or getting the worn clothes in a hamper. In

            addition to that, we shovel snow, mow the lawn, collect - wash - and put

            away laundry, sanitize toilets, cook food, sweep floors, wash floors….and on and on. 

            Long gone are the days of being responsible for a 9X10 bedroom, we have a house to take care of.

            “But no one tells you do to that Mom! You’re always telling us to do stuff.”

            “On the contrary, if the laundry isn’t done you ask Mommy, ‘Why aren’t my

 jeans clean?’, If Mommy doesn’t get the driveway shoveled Papa is going to

 tell Mommy ‘You should get that done. It’s a sin to make the kids trudge

              through the snow’” – So buddy, between you kids and Nanny and

              Poppies, grown-ups still have people telling them what, when and how to do

             things!

Kid – only gets allowance

Grown-up – bi-weekly paycheques are allowance for grown-up. And, we actually

            have to do something to earn it

Kid –  kids have school time, quiet time, nap time, snack time, TV time, play time.

Grown-up – work time, pick up the kids time, little to no quiet time, leftovers for

            snack time, TV time (if you can stay awake long enough) and depending on

            your version of play time (if you’re a grown-up with kids),that too can be

            short-lived or non-existent.

            “You know, Drew, the quiet time Mommy gets? It’s sneaking in to the

            bathroom, running a cold shower, sitting on the toilet and savoring the

            white noise.”

            “What’s white noise?”

            “It’s the only sound I know that can drown out you little people. Until you

            realize where I am and you start banging on the door. That’s when the white

            noise ends”

                and as for grown-up “play time”? Grab is while you can people. Before long

 you’ll be installing two locks on your bedroom door; you’ll realize your kids

                are ninjas and can appear out of no where, catching you in the act

So there it is little man kids and grown-ups aren’t really that different after all. Both dream to the future, remember the past, and with any luck we thrive in a world of Neverland; with big people and little people all just enjoying the ride!

Happy New Year Diary

Dear Diary, 

Well here we are, two weeks into 2012 with Christmas and New Year's but a distant memory.  It's now back to alarm clocks and early morning scraping of windshields! With the last of the pine needles hopefully swept, the rubbermaid bins back in storage, one snow day and a Friday the 13th under our belts, we head into the new year full throttle.

For me, hockey schedules run wild with the added challenge of planning birthday parties for my two little men.  Each year I remind myself that we weren’t the best in the baby planning department as our boys birthdays are four days apart.  Parties aside, what does one buy for a gift so close after Christmas. Well, this year, it’s a special treat!

Noah’s hockey team is traveling to Montreal in February and i’m taking both boys on yet another traveling adventure.  It just so has it that very weekend the Montreal Canadian are playing the New Jersey devils. With some strategic online searching, an informative friend and an awesome Customer Service person, I now have three NHL tickets to that very game! Woohoo! The boys are going to die!

Eleven and nine! My little men.  Once tiny little peanuts and now pretty cool little men, my buddies.  Yet, not too old yet to stop giving their Mom a warm hug and a smooch every now and then.  My little Miss, well, tonight I went to school for the first Parent Meeting for Kinderstart. Phew, that was wild.  The last of the little peepers heading off to school.  Now, if you ask her, she under no circumstances will be taking any part in school.  She informed me today that homework was “inappropriate” and that she didn’t want any.  I guess for her, school consists of the lobby where we collect her brother’s on a daily basis and the homework they do at home.  I can see how she wouldn’t want to partake, still, “You’re going Sister”!

On a positive note, since the Holidays have subsided my shorty term memory seems to have improved to a degree.  Now while shopping my car remains in the parking lot where it was originally parked, my lists are now a simple index card and not a letter-sized sheet, and the disgruntled shoppers who once filled the stores have migrated back home for the Winter.  The brain has been given the chance to breathe and the results are great! Mama actually feels normal again.

So Diary, today being Friday the 13th doesn’t bother me one bit. A day of superstitions and bad luck? I think not! Most days feel like a Friday the 13th. If we’re not slipping on dog pee, peeling glued on Gracie artwork off the walls, kicking back base-boards hoping that single nail will hold on just a little longer...we’re mopping snow off the stairs, scratching nail polish off the couch, picking up Puppy teeth off the floor, dodging mini-stick balls and on the occasional day, taking up flooring and bleaching walls after a water leak from the air exchanger.  Bad luck? No.  This Diary, on Friday the 13th or any other day...it’s just our life! It’s not unlucky, it’s perfectly mine.

Happy New Year Diary! I got a hunch it’s gonna be a good one! Yeehaw!

The Sport of Shopping

Well people we’ve almost made it. Five sleeps until Christmas Eve, the home stretch is here.  It’s time to double check our lists and take on the final scurry of gift shopping.   The stores once decorated with tinsel and shelves lined with decorations now bare bits and pieces of broken décor, squished chocolates, torn tissue paper, and empty Tim Horton’s cups. Ahh, the joys of the holidays.

If you really think about, Christmas shopping should be considered a professional sport.  Like all well trained athletes, shoppers to undergo a rigorous training process in order to efficiently and successful conquer the holiday shopping season.

Athletes eat well and load on carbohydrates; they exercise and build stamina, and most importantly must train their mind.  They possess the will power, the drive and the sheer will to succeed.  Think about it.  The Christmas shopper requires the exact same motivation and conviction.

First you identify who requires a gift and what you’re going to purchase for them. Second, always dress appropriately; layered breathable clothing that can easily be removed in the event of a hot flash or sudden spike in blood pressure.  Third, time and plan your route. Early morning shopping, and a transit route that allows you to follow the flow of traffic, avoiding all left turns; go with the flow here people! Then, finally hydration; always have water on your person.  Staying hydrated will keep you lucid while making your way through bewildered crowds and dangerous parking lots.  Stay on your toes.

The holiday shopper, like a well-trained athlete, is a fine-tuned, well oiled machine! From now until Saturday they will face challenges that test their will power, their perseverance, and the backbone of their mental stability.  Prepare well my friends, as the joys of Christmas bring smiles to children, so to can a finished Christmas shopping to champion shopper.

I leave you with a little poem, and the warmest of Holiday wishes.  Til Saturday!

“Six days before Christmas and all through the city, shoppers hustled and bustled with very little pity.  They grunted and growled as they scurried about, bearing nothing but sarcasm and a grumpy old pout.

Store parking lots rang with the sounds of cheer, which were more like the rantings of too many beer!  “Watch your step”, “Look out”, “Hey Misses –Out of the way”, the drivers they hollered at those in the way.

The children smiled for pictures with Santa at the mall, as dainty little snowflakes gracefully did fall.  The dresses, the pigtails, the boys with argyle vests; gave warm fuzzy feelings to even the coldest chest.

The mother’s they shopped with their lists in hand, as husbands searched frantic for somewhere to stand. Then with a twinkle, without a sush or a word, the shopper’s perked their heads to the sound they heard.

A single voice ringing loud and clear, as it was joined by many from far and near. It was Handel’s Messiah, the voices did sing, Praising the lord, to our king of kings.

It was here that the smiles shone bright through crowd as harmonious “Hallelujahs!” chimed victorious and loud. Five glorious minutes the people did stop, with the beauty of Christmas warming their hearts.”

If you haven’t seen it yet, visit Handel's Messiah - Avalon Mall shoppers get a Holiday surprise!.  

It's said, we should take time to smell the flowers, so,maybe through busy of the season, it's taking the time to listen, remining of us what Christmas is truly all about.

Happy Holidays!