Happy Valentine's Day Patrick!

So, while i was driving home from pre-school runs yesterday, the station that i was listening to played my current favourite song "Sweet Thing" by Keith Urban. I LOOOOOVE this song, and it still makes me teary eyed listening to it! After it was done though the DJ came back on and announced that Keith had set up a site for all his fans to alter and personalize his video for whomever they liked. So, interests peaked, I went online and filled out the form. The funniest part came when it asked for the 'loved ones' favourite farm animal! Well, i had NO idea. Patrick lived on a very 'unconventional' farm growing up with peacocks and llama's. So, i decided to call him, and simply ask. It took longer for him to answer than it did for me to fill out the rest of the questions on the form! Click play on the video below to see what his answer was along with 11 other clues into his life... they're randomly scattered throughout so good luck!

A Prayer for Mother

Yesterday started the same as any other... we all woke up, we all got dressed, i got the kids breakfast, made their school lunches, walked to the bus stop, waved good-bye, and then walked home. Yes, the same as any other. At 11:30am I went to pick up Noe' from pre-school, dropped a daycare child off at their's and then returned home to relax with my lil' man for a bit.

Well, just as Noe' and I walked in the door, the phone began ringing so in I ran to answer. The caller introduced herself as the secretary at Emilie's school, and informed me that my daughter, after eating her lunch, was still hungry and wanting more. She had the choice of eating the Repas Chaud (a.k.a hot lunch) or i could bring her something from home. Since i had just gotten in, I suggested the Repas Chaud but asked to talk to Emilie first so i could let her know that she had no other option, and even if she didnt' like it, that was all she was gettin'! After all, she had already eaten a full lunch from home... hadn't she?

So, Emilie gets on the phone, and after explaining that she had to eat what they gave her, she understood and was kewl with that. Before hanging up though i asked, "how can you still be hungry after your lunch? You had all the same stuff you always have, sandwich, snacks, and a drink. Was that not enough today?" Her reply, though baffeling, was simple "you didn't pack me a sandwich today, just the snacks"

We then proceeded to do the highly mature and always pleasent "yes, i did" "no, you didn't" on the phone until i conceeded that I simply must have put her sandwhich in the wrong lunch kit, apoligized and told her to enjoy the hot lunch of the day.

After all the kids came home, i discovered that no one else got her sandwich, i somehow simply forgot to make it. I felt awful, and a little perplexed as to how i could forget something so engrained into my daily routine.

Later that night though, as Emilie is saying her personal prayers, after blessing all those she usually does, she throws in a humbling, and perfectly serious, request for me... "and please Heavenly Father, help mom to not forget to make me a sandwich tomorrow, so that i won't be hungry at school again."

Needless to say, when tomorrow came, i did not forget. And hope never to do so again =p

I'm NOT a child of God... I'm just Noe'!

So, a few months ago we had our annual Primary Sacrament Meeting Presentation, and all our kids were very excited to do their parts. Emilie had quite the paragraph to read, and though she's never been taught to read in english she did it very well. Mathieu too was very excited to actually be allowed to speak into the microphone. He not only said his line, but tried to speak on behalf of many other children as well, to the amusment of the congregation. Then there was Noe... all Noe had to say was "My name is Noe, and I am a child of God" He got as far as "My name is Noe'" but that was as far as he would ever go. Whether in practice or when show time came, he simply refused to say more. When asked why, he gave a perfectly simple and yet logical answer... "My name's not "I am a child of God", I'm just "Noe"! "

My little man is learning how to spell his name in french at school, and this is him before christmas showing the fruits of his labours =)

He's just down right adorable!

He's just "That kid"

Today we had the opprotunity to add one more injury to the list Noe's been racking up for himself these last four years.

"What are some of his previous mishaps?" you may ask... well, he's eaten earwig poison, had the trunk of the car slammed on his head, had the cat take a chunk of skin out just under his eye, and the list goes on.

Today though, he did the typical "lets see if the oven burner is actually hot!" test. I was just finishing making dinner, and out of the corner of my eye, i see his hand reach over to the stove that had just been turned off. Sure enough, my "STOP!" is that second too late, and he ends up with not only a burnt finger, but fried nerves from my panicked scream! Patrick took over then, and set him up with his hand in a bowl of ice water. So, for 20 mins, there he sat holding his fork in one hand and a block of ice in the other.

I guess every family has to have one danger magnet, and Noe just happens to be ours. To think this is only the beginning is just a little bit frightening!

"That's not Daddy... that's somebody else with you mom!"

While i was putting away my laundry today, Noe' gave me a good giggle that I thought i'd share with you all.

On our dresser in our room, our engagment photo from 8yrs ago sits. Today Noe' was checking it out, as he's done often before, and pointing to it, he looks at me and asks "Who's that with you mommy?" Wondering why he would ask, I told him it was Daddy, and he reply's with "That's not Daddy! That's somebody else!" This comment totally takes me off guard and actually made me laugh (which in turn embarrassed the poor guy) but he didn't give up in the least and went on to ask again and a again who it was in the picture.

At one point we were having one of those purly typical little kid arguments of "no it isn't"/"yes it is" repeated till your blue in the face, when i gave up and called Daddy for him so Noe could ask him himself. I guess he figured if i got Daddy involved i must be telling the truth, because he refused to talk to Patrick about it, and after i hung up, said with a half smile on his face, "Ok, maybe Daddy just looks different"

attached is the picture we were arguing over =p