Category: Family

Today’s balance: awesome experiences in London and a tooth less

Looking back to our London trip and the buzz, it seems unreal.

Now I am back to reality, to our boring weekdays. It never gets really boring with kids, you know.

My rather messy suitcase lays unpacked on the bedroom floor. What remains is the view of all those clothes I bought. A new pink, sparkling top peeping out of it, reminding me of the second night fun at the starry bar. We were unstoppable! :)

Left only my polished nails, that I matched to my little black dress I wore last night.

It hurts looking at them, they are like a sweet memento of something that did not really happen, or did it?

They seem jarring from the life I live.

My aching tooth is gone. I went to my dentist this morning, and there was no chance of saving it. I can either live without it or go for dental implant. He said that I was lucky that the infection did not cause bigger trouble. I actually don’t mind, just happy to get rid of the pain (never thought that would happen some day).

Now I am ready to live my ordinary life with great enthusiasm, I feel revived, I can tackle with anything now.

Gotta do this again, Girls!

Without the tooth part…

 

Shall I torture animals this year?

Yeah. Animal torture.

A great dilemma of mine.

The whole thing started up when my kids met their friend from school, when we had a walk around our neighborhood the other day, and she held a tiny little bunny in her hands. The bunny was the cutest, but the most defenseless little thing I have ever seen in my life.

She got her for Easter. She is supposed to take care of her. As it is warm enough during daytime, the bunny gets to stay in her cage outside, while she is at school. After that she is carried around until bedtime.

I could sense the anxiousness of my kids on the way home until it came:

They want an Easter-Bunny too! Actually two bunnies, a girl and a boy (imagine my mop here).

Mommy! Please! Please! Please! Mommy! Mommy! Please! Mommy! Mommy! Mommyyyy! Pleeeeease!

Oh boy! Normally I would say no. But I said that I would think about it first.

I drove to a rabbit farm yesterday, I just wanted to talk to someone who knew more about rabbits, than I do. They had hundreds of little bunnies, most of them around 5-6 weeks of age.

As I talked to the owner, I realized a hint of sadness on her face. I asked her about the possibility of “renting” some bunnies, I was not sure that I would want to take care of them when they get huge and old. :) She told me that she does not favor the idea of rabbit-rental, as the bunnies usually (eventually) die shortly after they are returned.

Die? Why?

Yeah, these little bunnies are usually cuddled to death by young children. Dropping them is very usual cause of injury as well.

Oh. My. I am not going to take any creature to a sure decease, even if it is unintentional.

So I left the farm quietly, almost guiltily about what I was just about to do.

No, my children are NOT going to get any Easter bunnies.

But I might take them to the farm to see them and to talk to the owner too. I think this is a good idea, although I believe that I can surely count with their frustration at first.

 

How do you feel about this Easter phenomenal of buying home bunnies for the kids? Do you do it? If yes, what do you do with them after your kids are fed up with them?

 

 

The Tomato Project – and #Tuesday Tunes

I recently discovered that gardening might be the thing one of the things I am missing from my life.

As spring nicks in, seeing nature hastily wake, trees and bushes in buds, I feel

THE OPPORTUNITY.

The opportunity of changing, starting over things, new possibilities opening up for me.

 

If only it lasted longer! Good things tend to rush away too fast nowadays. When I was  young kid, a day consisted of 30 hours at least, but as I get older (and with the kiddos on-board), I am pretty sure that someone is STEALING HOURS FROM ME!!!

Now I have only 18-20 hours a day. I have been trying to compensate those missing hours lately with shortening my sleeping hours, but it does not seem to be working very well. I am tired AND still missing my hours.

…

People say that “The older you get, the faster time flies“. I don’t want to end up only having 10 hours a day when I am old pridefully aged…

Back to topic:

I got some beautiful sweet and juicy tomatoes this weekend from a friend of mine…and ops, an idea presented itself.

I AM GOING TO GROW MY OWN TOMATOES

But I had no idea how to pipe up…

So I asked my mother-in-law searched the omniscient Internet…and found out that I can use the seeds from these juicy tomatoes for bedding plants that I later can prick out to my garden for a lot of sunshine.

Yay, baby, in a couple of weeks, if I don’t forget to water them, I am going to have plants like this!

This is what I am hoping for: my kids, stuffing their mouths with self-grown tomatoes this summer.

You never know, if this project goes well, I might extend and add some more vegetables to my gardening project…which in some strange way, makes me remember this good old song from James, enjoy! Happy Tuesday Tunes!

For more Tuesday Tunes, visit Amanda at High Impact Mom and link up, too!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bChqvMIGsqg

Do you have “green fingers”? Do you grow your own vegetables? Ideas, advices of any kind are highly appreciated! If you have any, or just have something to say, shout it out in the comment section below!

Diarrheal vomit just in time {NOT}!

Daydreams, huh?

Last Friday night I was thinking how nice it was going to be to recover from last week’s craziness at work, how we are going to use to whole weekend to do some hiking, bicycling and picnic with the kids, and we were even planning to go to the movies and have a romantic night with my husband  on Saturday night, while the kiddos are sleeping over at Granny’s place.

 

But my plans went down the loo … literally speaking.

 

Quite soon after I fell asleep, my son came crawling up in my bed, telling me that his tummy hurt and soon we had to rush to the toilet. I’m telling you, it was everything from diarrhea to throwing up multiple times until it was dawn and he fell asleep in our bed, all eased up. Long after I couldn’t settle down, there was a whole lot of cleaning (even the darn walls) waiting for me, as not all the vomit reached the toilet, if you know what I mean :( .

I was not as happy about cleaning, as she seems to be…

Not that I ever feel happy about cleaning…

:)

 

I cleaned and disinfected the house until early morning, and when I was just about to fall asleep, my other child came to our room, telling me to turn the TV on. Gosh!

Off I went to give her breakfast and play a dvd for her, and I actually got almost a hour’s sleep on the couch that morning.

We spent our weekend mostly inside the house, with a sick son and a naughty daughter, feeling even more tired on Sunday night. Blah…

Although my son is recovered now, I am more exhausted than ever, and desperately in need of some rest!

 

Isn’t it heartbreaking to watch your child suffer and not being able to help him/her? God, how I hate when they are sick!

Easter is hunting me down…

It is crazy how early we are reminded about Easter! We have just left Christmas craziness behind us…and the stores and the shop windows are stuffed with hens and bunnies, and Easter eggs already.

We all are bombarded with special Easter sale advertisements, this I need to buy, that I can not have Easter without…blablabla…

 

Buy more!

 

Yes, we live in a consumer society. We are manipulated. Our urge for objects is being aroused every single day, everywhere we look. Buy more! Eat more! Drink more! If you don’t, you are not living through the real Easter spirit!

 

And at the very end, we’ll forget what Easter is about.

 

While we maniacally buy those chocolate Easter bunnies, color eggs to fill our Easter baskets, most of us are pretty unsure about the origins of these Easter traditions.

 

I am no different.

Religion has never been part of my life, as I was brought up in an atheist family. We hardly talked about Easter, and what it was all about. Our family just gathered, we, kids, got presents, and we ate and drank…a lot.

Some years ago I started to be curious. Maybe it is a sign of mental adulthood? :)

Here is my (very simple) interpretation of Easter:

On Easter weekend, Christians (Catholics, Orthodox, Protestants, Anglicans, Baptists, etc…) celebrate the crucifixion and the resurrection of Jesus Christ.

But a different kind of festive Easter season is also celebrated, festivals are held, to ensure fertility of land and people. Families gather, presents are given, greeting cards are sent.

A various Easter symbols are used during this time:

  • Easter Eggs: The origin of easter eggs goes back very far in time. In Egypt and ancient Persia, people colored eggs with bright colors, and donated them to their relatives as symbols of rebirth.
  • Easter Chicken: Eggs come from chicken, this fact makes chicken an Easter symbol.
  • Easter Bunny: According to some traditions, the Easter Bunny brings treats on the night before Easter. This tradition was introduced by the Germans.
  • Lamb: Jesus is often identified with the lamb as the lamb is often sacrificed in both western and eastern religions.
  • Cross and Lily: The cross is the symbol of Jesus, while Lily is the symbol of the arrival of the Spring and purity.

 

This year I’ll try to see things with different eyes. Maybe it is a sign of my spiritual awakening? Who knows…

 

 

Now, it is your turn. Tell me about your Easter traditions! Your thoughts are very welcome here!

Happy non-consumer, spiritual Easter!

Laura, NYM