Saturday, April 18, 2009

How I Know He Gets It

I was going through the blog and found this post done by DH which reminded me that....yes, he gets it. The post if from July 11, 2008. I was working for an oil company and he was in the last month of the parental leave he took for J.:

As for myself, well I am really enjoying the time spent with my children. I have to admit that yes, it is hard sometimes. Man oh man, there is always something to do in this **&@** house.


O.k., he didn't do 5 months of it, he wasn't trying to work at the same time, he didn't have to run everything by himself since I came home in the evenings and was here on the weekends, and the kids slept later because they weren't going to a babysitter each morning and he wasn't completely exhausted all the time, but he still had a taste for what it can be like. Well, since writing that paragraph maybe I've changed my mind. I'm not too sure that he does get it........ Oh, it is so worth it though just to have my babies with me. I guess I can't get what he is going through either. Guess that's marriage.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

It's Different Being Four

Today is E.'s Birthday. She is now finally 4 years old and loving it.
We spent most of the afternoon at an indoor playground. She LOVED it and her and her brother were a hoot to watch. E. was fearless when it came to climbing, sliding and trying new things in the play area. She has just blossomed over the past couple of years into this adventuresome, confident, friendly little missy who knows how to take care of herself rather than needing constant reassurance from mom. Incredible. It really hit me today at the play area that I am just so proud of her.

Anyway, here is her Fourth Birthday Interview:

Here are some pictures of her and her brother whooping it up in the play area:



















Afterwards we went for 'drinks' and then headed home to answer all the phone calls that came in wishing E. a happy birthday. Daddy made a big effort and Skyped in even though it was something like 2 a.m. his time.

Happy birthday my sweet little missy. We love you and are so excited to see who you are becoming.

Monday, April 13, 2009

Four is Best

J. was very excited to turn 4 years old today.
For the next two days he really is the older brother....... he's the big brother....... he..... the man. He told me over and over again all day long that he was 4. 'I four now Mama, I four.'



We had a family birthday party (with my side of the family) this afternoon after naps. We actually celebrated both kids' birthdays today with the family. We'll have a 'friends birthday bash' once DH gets back from the resort.

I made an absolutely horrid looking birthday cake that the kids decorated with smarties. It was supposed to be Pablo from the Backyardigans. I started with good intentions, but after an hour of just making icing this morning I gave up the ghost and just slapped on what I had made and was done with it. The kids loooooved the cake and called it their Pablo cake. I'm buying their cakes from now on in!









Last year's cake. This year's cake.

Kids look pretty happy about it and they were proud that they put the smarties on themselves.

Happy birthday little man. We sure are proud of our four year old son.

Friday, April 10, 2009

A Day of Doing Nothing

O.K., I'm so over this being a single parent thing. Today I figured I did nothing, but I couldn't figure out why I felt so tired this evening. Reflecting back on today I realized that my definition of 'doing nothing' has become completely warped!

A day of doing nothing:
  • Up at 6:30
  • Breakfast at the counter - tea & bagels for mom; cereal - one with milk, one without - apple, milk in cups and half of my bagel for kiddies.
  • Baths and hair washing for kiddies
  • Shower and hair 'styling' (read: shoty blow-dry) for mom
  • Throw a load of towels into the washing machine
  • Strip beds
  • Put new sheets on my bed
  • Throw kids sheets downstairs to wash after the towels
  • Watch Cinderella - for the 5th time
  • Start load of kids sheets
  • Watch taped episode of Survivor while listening to whinning about watching Survivor
  • Make lunch
  • Eat lunch
  • Clean-up from lunch
  • Dress kiddies into outside-appropriate clothes (No, you can not wear only daddy's T-shirt to play outside)
  • Put sunscreen on both faces (god they love that :-( )
  • Helmets on, bikes out
  • 1 hour bike ride (They ride, I walk - not looking for a repeat of incident with E. careening down a hill into bushes last year).
  • 45 minutes at the park
  • Come home - the long way
  • Take down Christmas lights
  • Shovel last of snow off patio
  • Convince kiddies to now go inside
  • Make supper - a good one this time (pork tenderloin, noodles and veggies) - while trying to keep J. awake since he didn't nap today (He fell asleep while playing the computer as I was upstairs making supper. I hear him cry in frustration and say that he can't hear Reader Rabbit on the computer. I call down supportively, 'You're the one that messed it up son. I'm sorry I don't know how to fix it. You know you have to wait until dad comes home' (the speakers haven't worked for 4 months) Anyway, about 2 minutes later I hear E. call, 'Mom, J. is sleeping.' Yeah right. Whatever. 'He's just pretending,' I call, but go to look anyway. The kid is passed out on the keyboard of his computer......drooling! I am NOT exaggerating. He is out like a light.)




Anyway, back to the list:




  • As supper is cooking, vaccuum the main floor area plus the stairs since going to the park means copious amounts of sand coming in from the front door - oh yeah and I dumped a bunch of grass around the house because I raked the front lawn yesterday wearing jeans with the bottoms rolled up and then wore those same jeans around the house for over an hour before I figured out where all the dried grass was coming from.
  • Eat (an event, let me tell you)
  • Clean-up from supper - while 'helping' (mostly nagging) kiddies to put on PJ's
  • Pull sheets out of the dryer
  • Go upstairs and make their beds
  • Convince them to stop playing and come upstairs
  • Brush two sets of teeth
  • Wash one face (E. left and I didn't have the energy to make her come back - do you think her face will fall off during the night? - oh crap, I put sunscreen on her earlier....she needed her face washed - too late)
  • Kisses and hugs and to sleep they go
  • Oh, wait a minute....E. calls that she needs socks on
  • Try to convince her that she doesn't (since she didn't wear any last night)
  • She remains completely unconvinced
  • Go back upstairs 3 minutes later because E. is having a tantrum about not having socks on
  • Put the !#%^& socks on
  • All is quiet
  • Post on the blog

And that, my friends......was my day of.......doing nothing. What the heck is happening to me?

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

News from Afghanistan



Hello everyone.

I was talking to Dawn a few days ago and she mentioned to me that it would be nice if I wrote a little something on the blog about being here in Afghanistan. She said that many people had been asking about it and may find it interesting to read about it. So where to start?

I arrived here on December 19th, yes, just before Christmas. At work, we had been training for a long time in preparation for this deployment. We didn't really think that we were ever going to come here though. Rumors had been floating around for so many months that no one believed them anymore.

Coming back from my parental leave with J, I said right away that I was interested in coming over and had my name put on the list. You must think that I'm crazy to want to come here don’t you? Well, I've always thought that if you are going to have to go somewhere, it is better if you have the right attitude and go headfirst. Being in my profession, I knew that I could be ordered anyway to come, so why not volunteer? I would probably come sometime soon anyway. Coming on this tour rather than on Edmonton's next rotation also likely means a shorter tour (4 ½ months) versus a nine-month tour next year. So I would say that this was a very good decision, don’t you think?

Before coming here I was nervous about the whole experience. Just like everyone else, I had heard a lot on TV and we all know that this can be deceptive. I did not know what to expect. So when I arrived, I was actually pleasantly surprised at the atmosphere in the camp. It's a huge camp that's about the same area of the city of Spruce Grove. The people in camp are very relaxed and we have many services that help make our life better while here in Kandahar.

Before talking about the good things though, I should talk about what is difficult about being here first. Eh….let me think……ah, I know. Well I work seven days a week, no days off. The guys that work for me do get some time off though. They get one day off for every eight days and they can have a morning or an afternoon sometimes depending on the flying schedule. When flying, my routine is fairly consistent. I go in to work to do the preflight inspection of the aircraft, we then have crew briefs and go do a mission. These can last anywhere from 3 to 8 hours of flying. We come back and do the debriefs, etc. A normal flying day is often twelve hours of work. We do all types of missions, but I can’t really go into them in detail here due to security, but if you have been listening to the news, you likely have a fair idea of what we're doing.

So days are long, we are busy and no time off for me. Hard isn’t it?

If I’m not flying, I go in to the office and do administrative work. That means doing subordinates' evaluations, arranging for the maintenance of our equipment as well as all the other little tasks that are required to make an organization run smoothly in a theater of operation like here.

I sleep in a big type of tent with seven other guys, Our rooms are divided by tarps. Not much privacy and lots of good odors. We also live close to a 'poo pond'. That's where all of the grey and black water goes. Mmmmm smells like…..

We live in a very dusty environment too where grass is absent. When it is windy, we see dust storms. If you can imagine seeing a snowstorm in Edmonton, a dust storm is very similar but the only difference is that instead of snow, it is sand. We get those once in a while.

We live beside the airport, so it's also noisy all the time.

Not much to do other then work, eat and sleep.

Of course I miss my family a lot! Being away from them is very hard and I miss being with them. (Nice, we get one line. )


Now, lets talk about the few good things about being here.

No cooking! No cleaning dishes! No laundry to do! I actually load my dirty laundry into a bag and they give it back to me 24 hours later nicely folded. Not bad! When my day of work is done, I’m done! No appointments, no running around for groceries or Walmart, no baths to give, no nothing. I can sit on my bed and read, go on the net or watch a movie. When I go to bed, I don’t have to get up in the middle of the night for anyone. Of course I do get up sometimes for an early mission but I usually have uninterrupted sleep.

In camp, my living quarters are close to a boardwalk where we have a Burger King, a Pizza Hut, a Tim Hortons and a few local merchants where we can buy local crafts. We have a gym, a video store to borrow DVDs and a TV room where we can watch the news or sports.

So really, it is not that bad here. Of course we do work hard and long hours, but we also have time to relax. All those commodities, do help people to be able to focus and concentrate on what we're here to do. We do need to pay attention while flying and do need to be well rested all the time.

Flying here is very interesting. Looking around shows a very different landscape then what we are used to seeing. There is no modern construction here in Kandahar city. Everything is constructed of mud and basic materials. There is a lot of sand. The first time I saw a desert, I was very impressed. Man, that is a lot of sand. The sand dunes are impressive too. They're just like in the movies. There is some vegetation starting to grow now because summer is arriving. There are a fair number of poppy fields as well, grown mostly for heroine production. There are also lots of mountains in and around Kandahar. The elevation here is 3 300 feet above sea level and temperature can easily reach 50 degrees Celsius during the summer months and about -5 during the winter.

The average life expectancy for a person from here is 44 years old.

Since we're not allowed to leave the camp, every Saturday, local merchants come from the city and set-up kiosks to sell gifts and souvenirs to the military. It's like a flea market. It is expected that we will have to bargain a lot. A merchant will ask about 50 dollars for something and you should be able to leave paying only about 15 to 20 dollars. They sell local handicrafts and DVD's with all kinds of TV series on them.

Anyway, I could probably keep going like that about nothing and everything but it will be enough for today.

Our replacements have started arriving now and we are scheduled to leave soon. I can't wait.

As I said, we do work hard but I have to say that Dawn is working harder then me. She works and when she comes home, she is alone to do all of the other chores that need to be done. (umm, is that brown I see on your nose babe?) I can’t wait to be home to be able to be in my team again and do my share with the people I love and care about, home sweet home.

Talk to you later and see you soon.

J-P from Kandahar, Afghanistan.


Sunday, March 29, 2009

Oh, My Babies :-)

So we're driving home from visiting my older sister's place (she lives about 15 minutes from us). It's close to 4:00 pm and the kiddies didn't have their nap today because we were at a birthday party in the city and then we dropped in on my sister and her family for a visit. So as we pull onto the highway leaving there, E. asks:

"Am I having a nap today Mom?" (Translation: Even though we're going home, I've missed the time to have a nap, right?)
M: "No E, you've missed your naptime. Just like we talked about, you're not having a nap today."
J: "I not having a nap either?"
M: "No, J. you won't have a nap either."
J: "I no need a nap I tink. I a big boy."
E: "I don't need a nap either."
M: "No, you didn't have naps and you're not even grumpy."
J: "I no grumpy (duh, as if....I'm way to grown up to nap)".
E: "I'm not even tired mom. I don't nap anymore."
J: "Oh no, I not tired mom."

So we drive past the road to my mom's place (we've been on the highway about 3 minutes) and I point it out. They oohh and ahhh appropriately.

We drive past the town about 3 minutes past my mom's place and I point it out. No comments from the peanut gallery. I stop at a red light about two minutes from my last comment and look in the backseat:

Ah, guess we still need naps...... Yeah, I tink.

Watch the first 10 seconds of this video on Utube before reading on.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8mVEGfH4s5g


So, we're watching the Beyonce video Single Ladies (our new fav.). J. watches the first couple of seconds of it and then asks,

'Mom, why they are running around like that?'
M: 'They're dancing.'
J: 'Oh.......Why they put their arms up like that mom?'
M: 'It's just part of the dance J. They're dancing like that.'
J: 'Oh.....They must be doing ballet I tink.'


Well, they are wearing black body suits, so I guess it could be ballet.

Sunday, March 15, 2009

Sweater Dress & Fun in the House

I think this video speaks for itself. She just appeared wearing this one afternoon after her nap.

Here's a new game they invented this week. ummm..... the clothes you see at the bottom of the stairs are on their way to the laundry room. Yeah, I don't just leave piles of laundry willy-nilly around the house......most of the time.

Sunday, March 1, 2009

Bullets - Mental Health Issue

  • It's not good for your mental health to be sleep deprived because your son is waking up at 4am every morning.
  • It's not good for your mental health to have a son that is sleep deprived because he is waking up at 4am every morning and who is therefore having great difficulty listening to and following instructions about not touching every fuckin thing in sight.
  • It's really not good for your mental health when this happens in the weeks leading up to your period.
  • It's really, really not good for your mental health when all of that happens while you are trying to figure out how you are going to fit assessment exercises into you lessons at school before report cards when you know you are losing a whole week of classes due to Spirit Week.
  • It's really, really, really not good for your mental health when all of that is going on and it's been too cold for children to play outside for the past month (umm.... both your children and the one you teach).
  • It's also not good for your mental health when you are in a constant time crunch, but you run around collecting stuff, creating a care package for your husband, delivering it at 8:30 on a freezing cold night because you had Parent-Teacher interviews to someone who will take it to the base for you only to get a phone call 3 days later informing you that the package cannot be sent because it contains liquids (which is the one thing your husband REALLY, REALLY wants and that you had to run around to 3 different groceries stores to find enough of the only, single kind that he likes) which are the very same liquids that you sent to him the month before that he was absolutely thrilled to receive and so you have to drive to the base - 45 minutes from where you live - to pick the boxes back up and then you fall asleep at the wheel on the way back from there at 2:15 in the afternoon because of.....well....see the first bullet. That one is bad for both your mental and physical health actually. Not too good for the kid in the backseat either.
  • A dirty house is not good for my mental health. Cleaning it isn't too good for it either :-))
  • It is good for your mental health when you finally give in and buy pull-ups for your son and he sleeps until 6:15 the next morning and most mornings after that. (Don't ask me why he was waking-up though. The pull-ups are dry every morning anyway.)
  • It is very good for your mental health when your husband sends you a dozen roses when you are very, very close to tipping over the EDJJ (and maybe taking a couple of them out with you - mostly the bigger J.).
  • It is also very good for your mental health to be surrounded by family, neighbours and friends who are willing to help you by:
  • shoveling your driveway after 3 days of snow
  • taking your kids to gymnastics so you can get some work done
  • keeping your babies all day even though they're only supposed to be there for the morning
  • ordering a meal by e-mail to be delivered to your family on a day when there are no groceries in the house
  • bringing us our favorite meal from our favorite restaurant so I don't have to cook or clean-up on a Saturday evening
  • picking-up one child from the babysitter while I take the other child to an appointment
  • It's also very, very, VERY good for your mental health to hire someone to clean your house one a week when you are living as a single, working, little-kids-having parent. Why oh why didn't I save myself a lot of grief and do that as soon as I found out he was leaving?

Saturday, February 28, 2009

It Takes a Village

Yes people, it takes a village to get report cards written around here. Yesterday my wonderful babysitter offered to keep my kiddies all day so I could get a good jump on my task. I got all my comments written for Math and got started on the Language Arts comments. This afternoon, my brother-in-law (well and my sister) came and took my kiddies to a couple of hours of 'gymnastics', thus allowing me to further my cause (so to speak). It is now 9:00 pm and I am finished writing. I will still go back and review the comments over the next few days, but I am basically done (sigh of relief). I know that I write way too much in the comments section of the reports. I'm sure parents don't even read them, but I just can't help myself. Someday I'll learn to use the cut and paste comment bar to greater advantage, but for now.....who cares.....I'm done! Oh yes, I did a little report card math yesterday just to make myself feel better because it was taking so long. I figured out that if I spent 15 minutes on each child in each subject it would take me 11 hours to finish the reports. It took me about that. Oh and uh.....I'm not posting a picture of what I look like at this moment. I did shower today, but that's about it :-).

I really would like to add something more interesting (such as copious whining) to this post, but I simply cannot stand to spend another second on the computer tonight. Later.

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Great News!

E. had her annual cardiologist appointment today. She was born with a small ventricular septal defect. Basically, that's a small hole in the dividing wall between the two lower chambers of her heart. It's never caused her any problems. She's always been in the 90th percentile for both height and weight (as you can see from one of the earliest pictures we have of her) and she's always been an active child.Anyway, her tests today showed and the doctor confirmed that the hole has closed over and E.'s heart is now perfectly normal! While we expected this to happen around her fourth birthday, I was still surprised. Wonderfully surprised.
On the way back from the city though, I suddenly woke-up doing 100 km/hr on the grass between the two highways. That was extremely scary and E and I are just lucky that we weren't approaching an overpass when I fell asleep at the wheel. My god it happened so fast and I was so completely asleep that I don't remember leaving the highway at all. I had enough sense not to panic and just manouvered us back up onto the highway and kept going. A good day almost ended very tragically, but all is well.