So we, or I, haven't been blogging a whole lot. Got caught up in a bunch of writing stuff I had to figure out, which worked out in the end thankfully, and then it was cold here and I always just find January such a blah month. Suffice it to say that sometimes living it is enough....thank God for Modern Family. Anyway, here's a video of William lip syncing to Bruno Mars. We've noticed how much he likes dancy pop music in the car and this song in particular. He'll often scramble for his sunglasses to look like a cool rock star then get into it. A nice end to the January blahs!
As anyone who reads this blog knows, we have three boys who range in age from 10 months to just over 4 years. Our home is many things, but it is always, always, loud and busy. It dawned on me this morning that when Jill packs up the boys and herds them into the van for some routine outing I don't turn to her and say 'I love you'. I don't say 'I'll miss you'. I don't give her a quick kiss and say 'Have fun'. Nine times out of ten I say 'Good Luck!' and slowly close the door.....
And I'm serious when I say it. Good-freakin' luck. Something doesn't feel right about that:)
Happy 2013. Wow. That year went turbo fast. Babies tend to speed up time I think. Josh is now 9 months old... I don't know about you but I'm really feeling time these days. Maybe having kids does that to you. You feel like you have less of everything -- money, energy, patience, food, but especially time. More and more I feel those sands of time slipping through the hourglass and a heaviness in my chest to just get stuff done. Ergo:
I'm sure we could all get in better shape but the kicker I think in setting goals is to set a deadline. So, Jud and I made a list of all the things we'd like to accomplish this year and then put an end date for when it will *hopefully* get done. A big one for me is to get 3 scripts written. It is doable however it'll mean going offline for awhile, disappearing into a writing 'cave' and essentially writing. For those of you reading this who went to Woodbridge Farms Elementary school with me, you'll remember Mr. Cromie, our vice-principal. Mr. Cromie was da man. Hands down, he was he most liked teacher, no, he was the most liked human in that school. Everybody wanted Mr. Cromie for their math teacher or their P.E. teacher, or just someone to shoot the sh*t with. I have never forgotten the latin words for the Great Horned Owl -- Bubo virginianus -- Mr. Cromie's favourite animal, and I've also never forgotten a phrase he wrote down on the chalkboard in Grade 5 math: If it is to be, it is up to me. He told us to never forget those ten simple words and I haven't. Thanks Mr. C. As for Jud's list, it isn't terribly exciting. Mainly stuff around the house (painting, new deck, more painting) and helping me with the scripts in the various stages of writing them. But there is one and I *hope* Jud gets it done. It involves some creative writing and a contest run by the CBC. Those of you who know Jud know what a great writer he is. Even if you don't know him, from the few posts he's written, I think his voice is conveyed really well. Now I may be a little biased but as writer who reads a lot of professional and amateur work, a strong voice that conveys emotion in as few words as possible is a rarity. If I had to boil Jud's "voice" down to one word it would be heart. Jud has the ability to infuse his words with emotion that will make you smile, laugh, cry, giggle...essentially feel which is what writing is all about. The contest is nonfiction and Jud has this hilarious, almost too crazy to be true, story that has to be told. The world needs to hear this story Jud ;)
The name summons a vision, does it not? It does for me. Mine contains sunshine and laughter, curly hair and a little girl treating me as her personal climbing apparatus. But for those who have never met a Maggie McGuire you can't deny that when you hear the name an image is conjured by your mind. A positive one, something infused with what could be called 'Irish energy'. You'd laugh with a Maggie McGuire, wouldn't you? Even as you read this you're likely wrestling with a smile. It's Maggie McGuire, we can't help it. You want to party with her.
Well, I have. Granted, she's only 11 as of today, January 4, 2013, but we've partied. When Maggie was born life changed for a lot of people. In our family, the Rasmussen/Jodoin clan, holidays had energy again, birthdays saw more cakes and it's safe to say that everyone felt younger for some reason. We became happier. My parents now have 11 grandchildren and each is special in their own way, but Mags was the first. She was the game changer. So was I. We're kindred souls kid! ;)
We wish we were there to celebrate your birthday with you. It would be wonderful to give you a hug and to snap a few photos of you blowing out the candles. I'm pretty sure I have a few hundred photos of you doing that over the past decade!
Don't worry, this isn't a sappy post where we reflect upon the meaning of life, the importance of love and the power of hugs....by 'perspective' I mean 'what someone sees'. We have a couple of old digital cameras that William and Bo commandeered at some point in 2012. They figured out how to turn them on, take photos, view their photos and so on. I recently changed the batteries in the one William uses and had a look at the photos he had taken. Some of them aren't bad! Mind you, some are. Here are a few from his 2012 Collection :)
Nowhere to hide
Mommy on the move
One of about 30 pictures he took of the television
Daddy and Joshua
I don't even want to think about what Bo has done to my drink
Pretty sure a fight broke out after this shot
The 'naughty or nice' chart
Our resident St. Bernard
William has become Paparazzi
Incredibly unflattering
Notice Bo's camera to the left. I'm bound to find an image of the helicopter on his camera
