Makeover in slow motion

Our master bedroom has been driving me nuts lately. I would really like for it to be a haven just for Hubby and me, away from toys and clutter. (The girls can visit occasionally.) However, it would seem that whenever we do a big clean-up of the main level, our room becomes a catch-all for random objects. For instance, at the moment I have an ANZAC day poppy, two pencil crayons, a half-pack of baby wipes and a tall stack of books on my side of the bed. And that's to say nothing of the two basketfuls of laundry to be put away, and other clothes on the floor.
So, an important step towards making over our room is de-cluttering it. And not just the room itself, but the ensuite and the walk-in closet (which is a bit of a misnomer currently). Also, I can't devote much money to the project, so I'm hoping to redecorate using things we already have elsewhere in the house (as suggested by a savvy decorator friend), or can find at garage sales. Here's how slow the progress has been:

-from about the time we moved in (three years ago now), we didn't have a bed frame, just the mattress and box spring on the ground. Last summer, we found a white metal Ikea frame we liked for 119$. Lucky thing that we're both tall, because the top of the mattress is about a meter from the floor.

-in 2010, I found a piece of artwork at a garage sale for 20$. It was in our guest bedroom until D took over. It has been languishing in our room, pitifully propped against a wall, for nearly a year now. I love the colours in it, and I think it'll pull the room together nicely once Hubby gets the time to hang it up.

-last weekend, our neighbours two doors down held a garage sale, and I bought twp lamps from them, 5$ for the pair. Our previous bedside lamps were probably 10$ apiece from Walmart, purchased almost seven years ago. They'll be very happy in the guest bedroom downstairs.

We still need to decide whether or not to paint. I dislike the cost, effort, and smell of it (even though Hubby pays and does all the work), but I know it can really brighten up a room. The thing is, our room is one of the brightest in the house. Good luck taking an afternoon nap there, unless you're seriously sleep-deprived. Which brings me to window treatments. We do have blinds, but I'd like to put up either black-out curtains or heavy ones with a punchy pattern. My decorating tastes, if they can even be called that, run to the very bland. (There is a lot of beige in our house.) I'm trying to branch out without breaking the bank. We'll see how it all goes. 

Pictures I love

One of our wisest purchases over the last couple of years has been Hubby's digital SLR camera. (SLR, of course, stands for Super-Lovely Resolution.) He reasoned that if we had a really good camera, we could always do our own portraits rather than having to pay a studio, plus get awesome everyday pictures of our little fam. Once he figured out the model that would suit our needs the best, it was a matter of watching the sales until the price was right. We ended up buying one in August 2010, of all times. D was around ten months old. We paid around 400$ with tax, I believe.

Here is one of the first photos he took, and it's still one of my favourites. It was my computer background for the better part of a year, too.


And some more recent ones:

M, wearing a sweater and hat that my colleague Christiana got for D. I love having two girls!

A photographic rarity: the appropriate bath shot.

Me and my eldest, looking surprisingly similar. And pale.

Naptime/bedtime photos of this kid are always a win.

Of blueberries and bilingualism

While cleaning the kitchen tonight, I'm listening to Jacob Moon, and looking forward to sitting down afterwards to read this article, and eating these muffins, pictured below.


The mug is exactly my cup of tea, literally and figuratively. It came from my university days, when an amazing department head believed that academic prizes shouldn't just come in envelopes, and sought out local artisans to make gifts which would accompany the monies won. (Salut, Professeur Paré!) So, tonight, I'll use it as I do almost every day, and be grateful once again for my parents who put me in French Immersion. I may not talk about French or bilingualism on here often, but they're never far from my thoughts, especially as I try to teach my daughters the language I treasure. I'm also tutoring again, which is wonderful! (Hi, Sarah!) And starting next week, we (that being me and my English-speaking Hubby) are planning on attending the French-language service at our church in preparation for the church plant in Gatineau. I truly can't imagine my life without knowing and loving the French language. Hopefully, this kid will thank me some day for persisting in speaking it to her.

Beware the silent toddler

After playing in the basement for most of the morning, D decided to head upstairs around noon. I told her I'd be up in a bit, once M finished nursing. It had been eerily quiet above me and I made my way up to investigate.

First, I saw crumbs. This is not unheard of in my kitchen.


Then I noticed that the top of the cake caddy containing zucchini bundt was askew.


I lifted the lid to see this. Oh my word, I am so glad she stayed away from the knife.


And looked up to this face.


Thank goodness I had a baby in my arms who had to be transferred to her swing, because otherwise I would have been unable to hide my grin. Cheeky monkey. We did have a talk about the danger of knives, and the foolishness of having cake before lunch when Mommy says no. (It turns out that precludes you from having cake for dessert.)

From one leap year to the next

Last February 29th, my life was almost about as different as it gets. I was in my very first year of teaching, and Hubby and I were living in our very first house. We were months away from even thinking about starting a family. Dual income, no kids. My day would have consisted of packing a lunch, carpooling with my friend Sarah, heading to school, teaching my two grade 9 classes and my one grade 12 class, doing some marking/photocopying/prep, heading home, making dinner and who knows what I even did in the evening. Probably watched TV or knit. Oh, and we had a pickup truck and an Elantra.

Me and my friend Ads, hanging out at my old house in 2008. I had blond hair and Hubby (not pictured) still had glasses, not yet having had laser eye surgery. This is from the oldest photo folder I have on my computer, which I got in 2008.

Here we are in 2012. I haven't taught (in a formal, paid capacity) since September 2009, and while I miss the paycheque and my colleagues, I'm pretty happy with my new career. We've gone down to one income, and by God's grace, it's enough to support us, especially since we moved further out in the suburbs. I love our home and our neighbours. And the biggest change of all was becoming parents to our two precious daughters.

So what was my day like today? I woke up cuddling my four-month old, had a shower while Hubby changed the girls' diapers and got them dressed, went to W2W where I got to fellowship and learn about God's word along with about a hundred other women, drove home in our minivan (we still have the Elantra), had lunch, put my daughters down for naps, tidied up and decluttered the main level of the house a bit, made dinner, baked banana muffins with my eldest daughter, put away the girls' clean laundry, put the baby to bed, snuggled the toddler at her bedtime, cleaned the kitchen with Hubby, enjoyed a cup of tea and two muffins, watched a few minutes of TV (digital free-to-air, on a flat screen we were given) before the baby woke up, gave her another feed, and now I'm blogging.

My days are more challenging in some ways, but they feel more full, in a good way. When I was going out to work, that consumed so much of my day that I really only had a couple of hours in the evening to do anything. This is one of the things I love about staying home: we have time to do things. We can have lazy days at home, and we can have outings to the library, the museum, the park (well, not yet, but soon). We can bake, read, play, clean, learn. It's tough being on-call 24 hours a day, that's for sure. And it's hard to cope with a busy toddler and a fussy baby. Thank goodness for a supportive extended family, and my wonderful Hubby! Still, there's a lot to love about this season of life where quantity time is quality time.

I wonder where we'll be next leap year, 2016. (D will be 6 and M will be 4!!) Maybe I'll be back at work outside the home, maybe I'll be homeschooling, maybe we'll be done having kids, maybe we'll be in a different place. Wherever we are and whatever our family looks like, I hope that we're faithfully following God and loving each other.

You know it's a good meal when...

...you eat it twice in as many days. Exhibit A: hard-boiled eggs, and cut veggies with hummus. It turns out I like hummus; who knew? It's been my go-to lunch the past couple of days. One of the nicest things about: once you start the egg-boiling process, you usually have to wait about 20 minutes to eat, but this gives you something to do. Peel and chop the veggies, dip them in hummus and munch away until the timer goes.

Exhibit B: Shepherd's pie. This was another surprise. I always hated it growing up and until I got this recipe from my friend Erin, I had never made it before. Something about dry ground beef topped with mashed potatoes never appealed to me. Erin adds corn and BBQ sauce to the beef, and it makes such a difference! My mom told me that I would come to love shepherd's pie because it's easy, fast and hearty fare. I first made it the weeks my in-laws arrived (they are gone now, and we miss them terribly), and then again last night. Hubby and I ate it all up by lunchtime today.

[Not a meal, not even a shepherd, but very cute]

Make your own: it's highly adaptable, although (sorry) short on instructions!

1 lb ground beef
1 small onion, chopped
1 cup BBQ sauce
1 cup corn, cooked
4 potatoes or so
milk
butter

Preheat oven to 375
Brown the ground beef, add onions and soften.
Stir in BBQ sauce and cooked corn. Pour mixture into casserole dish.
Boil potatoes for about 20 minutes; drain, mash, and add milk and butter to desired consistency. Spread potatoes on top of beef mixture.
Bake for 30 minutes or so.

This freezes very well, but if you go this route be prepared for a longer cooking time: about 2 hours.

Post-script to my last entry: we rounded out the day by contracting a nasty stomach flu bug that made its way through all five adults in the house, although the girls were spared. Not the best end to the in-laws' visit. However, we're very grateful that they were there to help with the girls when we were too weak to get out of bed. Also not my favourite way to lose the remaining baby weight, but then neither was cutting out lactose.

[Hey, look who's almost 4 months old!]

A most Canadian day

Today has been the most stereotypically Canadian day ever, for me. It started with breakfast at Tim Horton's, a quick drive around Mont Tremblant, dog sledding at Montebello, taking a ferry across an iced-over lake, and pushing the car uphill when it got stuck on the icy incline (to be fair, that was my father-in-law and uncle). At our Timmy's stop in the morning, I translated our order from English to French. At the restaurant we stopped at on the way home from the cottage, I translated the entire lunch menu from French to English. I spoke both French and English with our dog sled driver.

(Yes, my mittens are polar bears. They keep me warm and they entertain D.)

The dog sledding was the coolest thing ever, and we picked the best day for it. Yesterday, Hubby had the chance to go with his mum, and they had an amazing time! It was more expensive than our excursion today, because it involved harnessing the dogs, doing some of the actual driving, going a further distance than we went, getting professional photos taken, and stopping for hot chocolate and cookies midway. This was up at Tremblant. Our version was just the ride in the sled over about 4 km, which took maybe 20 minutes or so. Uncle Paul, D and I were in the sled, and there were 9 dogs pulling us (the names I can remember: R&B, Disco, Astro, Sienna/Ciana, Jazz). D and I chatted about vitamins, where dogs pee as opposed to big girls and boys, and the differences between cats and dogs (chiefly, that dogs will pull you in a sled whereas cats will not). She was mesmerized by the experience. After I mentioned that the dogs were very good listeners, she gave them a thumbs-up and said "Good job, dogs!"

Crossing an icy lake on the ferry was pretty neat as well. The ice is broken up to make a path for the ferry, and not too far away we could see dozens of ice fishing huts. (It didn't seem especially wise to me, but then I'm not an ice fisher.)