It's Potty Time!

Ok, first of all let's give credit to where credit is due- I found this picture via google and fotosearch. Obviously it is not mine. Trying to get a picture of Kynan on the pot is well.... near to impossible. But I am so happy to report that he is doing it. For the last three days we have been diaper free, outside naps and nighttime. He has only had one poopy accident. Not only is he blazing ahead in the potty area, but we have also eliminated his bottle at bedtime. We lost it (cough) and can't seem to find it ;) He takes a little longer to settle, but he is doing it!

I am so proud of my little man. That is exactly what he is. He is growing up so fast and seeing him in big boy pants is so bitter sweet (honestly more sweet). Bitter in the mere fact that it is evidence that our children don't stay young forever and every day that passes it shows. I looked at his baby book the other day and just remembering holding his tiny body for the first time... ahhh.... all those new mom feeling start floating back. But I will be completely honest, most of my emotions is leaning on the sweet side. I am so happy that I can actually see a diaper-free future for him now where as before I was so frustrated changing his leaky, poopy, disgusting diapers. Also, the money savings in using the toilet- hallelujah! AND more so for him in the simple fact that he can go to pre-school now. Well, not now, but when he is completely trained. Yay! My little Mr. K is becoming more of a Mister than I ever imagined.

The Boy is 3!

This time (BC time) 3 years ago I was giving birth to our son, Kynan. It was such an amazing experience filled with such joy. I still remember the utter relief I felt the moment he was born and asking Dana not to leave his side. As they wrapped him up and handed him to me I fell in love. Just when you think you can't love something as much, your heart grows. Kynan quickly gathered many names, Mr. K, K-Boy, Monkey Man, Goober... too many. Even as a baby, he was such a character. He use to blow kisses right from day one, he loved to snuggle and nurse, and he was definately a momma's boy. So warm, so loving. I remember him quickly growing, and starting to eat at only 5 months. I was so amazed and he already wanted to eat by himself. He was growing so independant. When we realised that he was walking, it was a few weeks shy of Christmas and was so exciting. He quickly learned to run and then sprint. And it was hard keeping up with him after that. He has always been obsessed with cars, trucks, and mighty machines. And still is.

But really, I want to tell you what an amazing boy he is now. He is such a talker and loves showing people his toys and what cool new tricks he can do. For example, today he showed me a break dancing move he mastered and then told me about a bunch of dinosaurs he learned about. He is full of humor and will definately be the class clown. I love this little man so much. He has brought such light and clarity to my life. He frustrates me, makes me laugh, tries my patients, and loves me when I'm down. He makes me a bigger person. I am so thankful for the gift that he is to me, our family, and ultimately this world.

Happy Birthday, little man. Know you are loved.

A Little Bit of Bliss

I know when most mom's write about bliss it is about something their darling babies wrote about or maybe some romantic gesture their husband gave, but I want to tell you about my meeting with Pastor Rob from my church. You see ever since we moved here, I have had this feeling that God is almost ready to unveil something great. Like we are 'standing on the edge of greatness' while God prepares our hearts before we are able to leap in. I have been contemplating whether or not I should pursue a lifelong dream of mine, motivational speaking, but with kids and a husband in the mix I have always tended to put their dreams before my own. But then the other day, Dana told me why can't I do both? I thought about it, and thought, why can't I do both? So, I made a meeting with our pastor because I have been having this 'feeling' that we should meet and just talk. I was thinking of volunteering with the youth group, maybe starting a girls program through the church. While meeting with him, he said he was excited that I would be willing to do some administrative duties and/or PR stuff, he said he was excited that I was wanting to start a program for young girls, but the one that got my blood pumping is that he was excited that I was willing to do some public speaking. What? Did he just say public speaking? COuld God be answering a prayer? Or maybe even just setting me on the right path? Now I don't want to get overly excited, it could just be coiencidence, but I deffinately feel God working in our lives, especially mine and I can't help but be excited. So if you believe in the power of prayer, please pray for me and my dream. Thanks

And just to add something about the kids for good measure. While we were meeting with Rob, Kynan looked up at him and said 'I love Jesus'. It brought tears to my eyes. Then right after he said 'Jesus is my homeboy'. Can you guess where he got that one from? ***cough** Dana **

Snow Day

While Ava was having a nap, Kynan and I bundled up and went to have some fun in the snow. Here are a few pictures from our adventure in the sub-zero temperatures. Pictures of our Christmas Tree Hunt are coming....

Dear Santa

So on Friday, the weekend fliers came and it seems as though preparation for Christmas has started as there were already some Christmas Catalogues. Dana gave Kynan the Toys R Us Catalogue to look at and needless to say it has been his favorite book to look at all weekend. Every morning he comes down and looks at it for at least 20 minutes. Not to mention the numerous other times it distracts him from playing and again he sits down and reads... or looks. The very first page he flips to is the above photo. It is the Imaginarium. Kynan is obsessed with it. Of course it is one of the most expensive thing in the catalogue. But you should see his attention to detail. "Look mom, a bridge. A mighty machine. A helicopter. A crane...." And it goes on. So Dana and I have 2 weeks before the sale ends I think we might be writting a letter to Santa.

Happy Halloween

There was this house 3 doors down from us that had an amazing display. There were hidden people throughout the yard scaring the kids and then inside they created like a haunted house. It was in the paper here, and Kynan spent like 20 minutes checking it out. This picture sucks, but I didn't have my tripod.


Kynan's loot. Dana had a prep talk with Kynan in the morning telling him to be sure to have a nap because they are running all night. They went all around our neighbourhood and I am sure Dana would have gone to more houses, but the dragon got tired.

Dana created this pumpkin for Kynan. Can you tell what it is?.........Scooby Doo.

I started going to the MOPS (Mothers of Preschoolers) group through my church and yesterday they had a Halloween extravanganza. It was lots of fun. This is Kynan's new buddy, Isaiah.

The kids of the group with a few moms intermitten to keep the peace.

The gang before heading out. Ava was a mermaid. Kynan was a dragon/ dinosaur. And yay! No snow.

The Clan after carving pumpkins.


Kynan's was Scooby Doo's, Ava's the small white one. Dana is the 'Nightmare Before CHristmas' one, and mine is the big and plump one. Kynan kept trying to eat my pumpkins carrot nose. I finally had to get him some carrots and dip.

This is one of many photos. Kynan was in the mood to pose for pictures.

Ava's teething, can you tell?

Ava so proud of her pumpkin.

Pumpkin goop.

Kynan cleaning his pumpkin. I love Dana's face!

A little something for everyone.

Christmas with Yaya and Uncle Jared.

Grandpa Mike teaching Kynan to ride.

Some of these pictures are not very good quality, but they all bring a happy tear to my eye.

Baba and Kynan on his 1st Birthday!

The Hoblak Generations Picture.

Aunty Shalane and Kynan celebrating.

Kynan standing on Aunty Shalane's (now) house.

Mommy & Mr. K

The heartbreaking hospital visit. Kynan manages to kepp good spirits.

I'm Darth Vadar

Grandpa Al gives Kynan a ride.

Aunty Susie holds Jaia for the very first time.

Kynan meeting Jaia for the first time. Jaia was a milk-a-holic. LOL.

Kynan and cousin Lorelei. She loves him!

Kynan actually fell asleep like this one night.

In Papa's workshop.

Spending the day with Grandma.

Papa on the ground with his favorate grandkids.

Kynan Grandpa Al's truck.

Fishing with Grandpa Al.

Beyond Cute

This will be a completely random post all about my kids....

The other day we were over at Abby's house and Dana walked in on the kids 'playing doctor'. Kynan was lying on the bed and Abby had stethascope in hand. Apparently Abby is going to be a doctor when she grows up. I love the innocents of children, but when they are about 8 no more playing in each other rooms! LOL.

Kynan has also got into singing lately and he picks up songs really fast. He learned 'You are my Sunshine' after about 5 run throughs. And sings it all the time to Ava. He also knows his alphabet by heart, probably because I sing it to him when we nurse. He knows a few other songs too and is always asking us to sing to him now. Especially at bed time, twinkle twinkle.

Ava is gurgling now.... seriously. It sounds like she has mouthwash and is about to spit. It sounds so funny. And she gets louder if you don't acknowledge her. She is developing such a strong voice. I already have a feeling that she is going to be very independant and vocal.

I also think Ava will be crawling soon. Maybe this is pre-mature, but she tries she just doesn't know how to coordinate herself yet, but she definately has the strength.

That's about all that is new with my darlings, as for me, I am feeling so much better already. I have been making a conscious effort to feel good. Whenever I feel myself slipping into a hole, I affirm myself and say 'Today is a good day' and then stop what I am doing and take a few moments for myself. It seems to be working. It's amazing the power of mind.

Anyway, that is my update. Have a happy day.

Honesty .... A New Page

This post is going to be a little random, finally with some pictures, and honest. Well, I thought I would turn a new page and title this post honesty because I am going to reveal to everyone how I have been really feeling mostly because it's theraputic, but also I want people to know me for me. Not who I want them to percieve me as. Thank you readers for all of your words of encouragement on the last post. I really needed it, to be honest. The last few weeks, maybe months, have not been my greatest.


Let's start with how I have been feeling. Because it's a bit of a downer and I want to end on a positive note. I have been, I believe, suffering from delayed post partum. I don't care if you disagree, but this is what I am chopping it up to. I haven't felt like myself 80% of the time. I have really bad mood swings. One minute I am laughing and enjoying whatever I am doing and the next all I want to do is go to bed or let the rage out (ie: yelling). I have had crashing headaches which I normally don't get, and I have been very tired.... not just I have a baby tired, but oddly tired and unmotivated. I get frustrated at little things lately. Something like doing the dishes becomes a huge chore and I get mad... almost furious. That's the downer.



But the positive thing is that I have an incredible husband that seems to hold me together even when I am in pieces. He totally puts up with my tantrums, and holds me for the crying and apologizing afterwards. He makes the happy times that much more sweeter and when he is around, my moods stay positive longer. I will admit that I have been very hard on him since we've moved to Regina. Expecting alot from him. I know he feels torn and that sometimes he can't do the right thing, but mostly it is just me deflecting on to him. SO if you read this Dana, I love you so much, I appreciate you beyond what you will ever know and thank you so much for sticking with me.





I also have a tremendous family that has been pouring on the love lately, and I have to say that I really really am thankful for them. SOmetimes I call my mom 3 times a day, a little sad, but sometimes I just need to hear her voice. She is never busy to listen, even if it is just about laundry or the other nothings we talk about. My brother Greg has been calling religiously just to keep in touch. I use to find it a little awkward talking to him just because I use to feel like we didn't have a lot in common, but now I look forward to our phone calls so much and love just talking him. I know this sounds ridiculous, but I look forward to reading Kaili's comments. She is always so full of wisdom. Carleen has been sending the kids post cards letting them know she is thinking about them and just sent us a Halloween care package. Carleen, I ate that chocolate bar so fast your head would spin. Really, my entire family has pulled together to really help me through this difficult time so thank you so much. Life is so much sweeter knowing I have such an amazing family.





And of course my friends, blogger buddies, facebook pals, and long time connections- all seem to lately pooling together to show their support. I have been blinded lately to how fortunate I am, but my eyes are open and thank you so much for making me feel supported and blessed. And thank you for not judging me because in all honesty, I think it would have pitted me over the deep end. I am already being very hard on myself.

As for my action plan, I hope that through some counselling... yes counselling and a little bit of Susie time I will get through this. And I know I will get through this because I am strong person.

As for being a bad mom. I have my moments and I don't do everything I should, but I also have moments when I shine as these photos show. I love my kids more than life itself and they have given me my purpose. I was talking to my mom yesterday on the phone, crying because I always thought that my life had this great purpose intended for it. That sounds a little egotistical, but that's truly how I feel and how I still feel. But maybe I am looking at it all wrong. Maybe my great purpose is my children and role as a wife. And through the love that I share with them, they will go on to do greatness. Just a thought.

So thanks for reading my awefully long post and sticking with me through all the negativity. I hope to be a little bit more positive in posts to come, but no promises. After all we all need to vent from time to time.