Favorite Time Of The Year

I know, you think I’m talking about Christmas, or whatever December holiday you choose to celebrate. I’m not. I’m not even talking about New Year’s Eve. I’m talking about the week or so in between that’s my favorite. Why you ask, well let me tell you.

A few reasons. Starting with the fact that my paper agendas usually start January 1st. And I usually buy them in October. And I usually anxiously wait to use it and write all my stuff in it. Such an agenda nerd, it’s a necessity to me. Id like to mention to all my tech  friends that I still use my electronic agenda. I use both.

Anyway, more adult reason # two is that this time of year lets me flush all of what I didn’t like this year away. I reflect and focus with motivation and intention on the possibilities of the year ahead. I ask myself what do I want to do this year… and down that recent line of questioning I asked myself what I wanted to do with this blog this year. Erase, or dive in? What am I getting out of this? What do I want to give? What’s the point?

The point I believe is connection. And by connecting I stay accountable to the lifestyle I am trying to create and it keeps me present. Aware of the daily actions I take and the person I actively am trying to be and become. It’s a dear diary of sorts. I know for sure that I want to talk about things that matter to me, and that are important. And of course it will do with things that I manage with daily. And I’d like for it to be light and entertaining.

Health and nutrition have always been important to me. I find a lot of information about eating healthy or clean for individuals. And then I find a lot of information about feeding your family. There isn’t always a direct line between those two things. We have a household where both parents are very active. We eat very healthy, clean at times (there’s a difference) and try to feed the kids very balanced and nutritious meals. I don’t cook 4 different meals to accommodate everyone. Very often I’m asked about the meals I prepare during the week and I asked for advice. So I though I would start there at the core, and family life and my own life around that.

Hope you join me along on this ride.

Happy 2017

 

The Fun Parent

I don’t think I’m the fun parent. Nor are we fun parents. You know the kind… those smiling, energetic folk taking their kids on adventures around town. I have the best intentions but then I get exhausted and I almost want to say, ‘lets turn the tv on and cuddle on the couch’… wait up, no i totally do that!

We recently went on this wonderful family vacation Euro style. I had some really solid intentions to play on the beach and explore outside. But when I am on the beach in 1 foot of water supervising the swimming activities of three children all that goes out the window. ‘Why can’t i sit on the shore and watch you? Why does mommy have to be IN the water’? Can someone please tell me what the difference is? I guess I should be happy that they still want me around. The impending reality of what’s to come.

In all honesty though… we did some fun things. And maybe I need to let myself off the hook. We went parasailing, we played Mr Wolf on the beach for an hour. I ran and chased, coloured, showered outside with the hose, did watersports, and heard giggles daily. I think we have to be able to say ‘time out’! I need a moment, or two. Without the guilt, and when I refelect back I should think of the things I DID do, instead of the things I didnt.

Some food for thought.

3 Monsters Whom I Love

There is 3 of them.

They are crazy just like their father.

He thinks they take after me.

We’re both right.

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They spend all their time torturing us to the brink of total emotional breakdown, but knowing the exact moment to turn into little angels and bring us back from the brink.

Savage, smart, beautiful.

Would I have it any other way? Nah, then what would i have to write about?

Monster Chronicles

Character Introduction:

Karina age: 7

First born, leader, micromanager, debater, nurturer.

Phase: Life isn’t really fair, but only when she’s not managed to talk you into giving her what she wants.

Current Status: Broken foot, cast and crutches.

Favorite line today: “I’m going upstairs to calm down” (Drama).

The main reason I’m reading this book:

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She’s not a teenager yet, but I’m worried about her. Worried about me. I need to have all the help I could get. I was an awful teenager, and it took me until my mid twenties to realize that my mother was right about, well… everything. I don’t think I could handle that. Sorry mom for the 1000th time.

Stay tuned.

Cheers.

 

The 30’s, An Introduction

I can remember being a teenager, a twenty-something, feeling the glamour of what it meant to be those ages. Totally self-absorbed, little to average responsibility, fresh face, more than my share of energy, and the feeling that anything was possible.

I also think about what people say about getting older. “When a woman hits 40, she just fits into her skin”!  “50’s are when real life starts”.  “60’s, you enjoy the fruits of your labour”… It dawned on me as of late that no one ever speaks about the 30’s. And it occurred to me quite frightfully that maybe it was because they block it out as a form of self preservation. Or just, they were too tired and barely remember that decade at all. All very possible answers, and very likely realities.

I never questioned myself in my 20’s. Even if I didn’t know what I was doing, which must of been often. I wasn’t a teenager anymore so I suppose I had those years of training to ease me into what it meant to be a twenty-something.  Perhaps one decade trains for the next.

When I hit 30 a few years ago… it was fun. I at that point had 2 kids, one on the way. I lived comfortably, had a loving partner, all the luxuries of life. I was already ahead of the game. We never found the transition form 1 to 2 girls an issue. And sheer arrogance made us think that a third would be a breeze since well, we were so good at parenting obviously.

Fast forward 5 years (almost), and I’ve never been so tired in all my life. I ask Google things daily. I wonder how I’m allowed to be an adult. I wonder what prep course or introductory seminar I must of missed. I alternate between blaming my parents for not equipping me with the right life skills and between my endless nights at the ‘club’. I wonder if my kids will need therapy. I wonder if my husband thinks half the things I think about him (in my head), and that terrifies me and makes me laugh. Then I wonder if I’m going crazy. Cry, extreme happiness, despair, contentment, love, love, love, love, anger, love, exhaustion. Roller coaster of emotions. Then the sun shines through the window and all is well. I look in the mirror and notice some new lines that I don’t appreciate. The kids go to a playdate and I miss them and know without question that I would never have it any other way.

Stop, rewind, start again.

to be continued…

 

Chilly Day Soup (Healthy)

Chickpea Soup (LEAN)It is my ongoing quest to find and make delicious recipes that not only taste great but are great for the body. I also aim at doing so in the easiest way possible. Who needs to complicate things any more than necessary? I need to feed the kids, a lean machine of a hubby and myself who doesn’t bust her butt at the gym to let it all go at dinner!

I love this soup because its delicious, and oh so easy to make! It warms up well the next day and is super filling! A thing lacking from a lot of soups. My kids love it with the parmesan, and I can eat it either way. Just a little sprinkle of cheese is all thats needed. For the kids I sometimes warm some bread for dipping, its a solid meal that I feel good about serving. Pair with a salad for lean eating, and you are on your way!

Enjoy

30 oz can of chickpeas

4 cups of chicken stock

1 clove garlic, sliced

1 tablespoon olive oil

1 medium onion, small dice

1 rib celery, thin slice

a small can of diced tomatoes (i like to use a 398ml fire roasted diced tomatoes)

1/2 teaspoon salt

1/4 cup fresh parsley, chopped

sprinkle grated parmesan cheese (optional)

1. Place the chickpeas, chicken broth and garlic in a pot on the stove. Bring to a boil, reduce to low, and continue cooking for 20-30 minutes. Stir once in a while.

2.  In the meantime, in a large skillet over medium-high heat, warm the olive oil. Add the celery and the onion and cook for 5 minutes or until soft. Next add the can of tomatoes with juices and the salt, and continue to cook for an additional 5 minutes.

3.  Add the chopped parsley and the vegetable mixture into the soup. Cook for another 10-15 minutes to blend the flavours. Serve with a little parmesan cheese (if using).

Yum, yum!