Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Well look who's back in blogland...

Apparently I took the summer off.

It was not an intended vacation… and several times I came and stared at the screen thinking of things to write – but alas, nothing came out.  There are tons of pictures – but none of them got posted.  Lots of silly, crafty, happy & sad things happened (like summer vacation and sewing monk robes and the loss of our two beloved bunnies) – but I just didn’t have words.

But today I have a long awaited life changing moment to document… so I’m back.

Last night I had the privilege of taking the boy (who turned 13 today!) to see his first stadium concert.  The boy had a fantastic time and I’m really glad we got to go together… it was as much a present for me as him.

You see, my darling husband happened upon a couple of tickets to see a band that’s eluded my concert list for roughly 26  years (yes, you’ve read that right).

Backstory:

Daddy Linke (of super-spy-mandolin-making fame) comes home from work with a couple cassette tapes of this band called ‘U2′.  I proceed to listen to it with him, learn all about who’s playing what instrument for the regular ‘who plays what in the band quiz in the car.’   We also watched the ensuing borrowed video of Sunday Bloody Sunday, and I decided that someday, somehow I must see this band.

Last night I fulfilled a childhood dream.  They played the song… and yes, I cried.

And it’s true we are immune
When fact is fiction and TV reality.
And today the millions cry
We eat and drink while tomorrow they die.
The real battle just begun
To claim the victory Jesus won…

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I was born
I was born to sing for you
I didn’t have a choice but to lift you up
And sing whatever song you wanted me to
I give you back my voice
From the womb my first cry, it was a joyful noise …
Only love, only love can leave such a mark
But only love, only love can heal such a scar.

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It’s a beautiful day
Don’t let it get away
It’s a beautiful day
Don’t let it get away
Touch me, take me to that other place
Teach me, I know I’m not a hopeless case

Stress Busting... 5 Tips To A Happier Life

Continuous stress can bring on brain fog: it can drain energy, bring on dis-ease, irritability, poor judgment to name a few outcomes. To gain peace of mind, and stress-proof to a happier life, Merrie Lynn Ross on her “MerrieWay Day” offers some real-life actions…

  1. I cover my head with a blanket and wait for the sunrise, and the birds chirping. There’s a natural rhythm in nature; my puppies licking my nose, that reduces the racing heart and mind.
  2. Meditation is great, the stillness and knowing that comes. Taking it into life’s day is a rhythm, a natural way to be. Breathing deep, exhaling long helps in a trigger moment.
  3. A good cry, a hearty laugh, dancing or jogging can bust out the stress…and make room for a giggle.
  4. In grid-lock, I listen to kirtans, happy music-makers.
  5. I boycotted bad news and choose to hang out with positive folks. I eat healthily, and that includes dark yummy chocolate.

If I sound like Pollyanna, so be it. I have been flat out, beyond stress at the loss of my only son, and I am committed that nothing will stop me (including a pity party) from living fully in his memory and honoring my own purpose. It’s a shift in perception, an energy shift to what counts most. We can decide not to sweat over transient stuff and grab a good piece of life, in gratitude, one moment at a time…stress free.                                                                            www.merrieway.com

Monday, October 5, 2009

Birthdays & Broken Toys

My birthday is this week. One of the little girls in our church turns four today and is having a big birthday celebration. As a result, I’ve been thinking about gifts and children’s toys. Considering I’m twenty years older than my little friend, I don’t anticipate receiving the party and gifts like she will be.

The only gift I’ve received this year was a cute little notebook in the shape of a purse and two cute candle holders from my secret sister. Being the youngest in the whole thing, I tend to get gifts that, well, clearly point out that age difference. But that’s okay, it makes me smile inside every time, knowing that whoever my secret sister is understands I’m still just a kid in many ways.

Thinking about kids’ gifts, though, I came to realize that there are two days in every typical child’s year that tend to be much more tragic than any other day: the day after Christmas and the day after their birthday. Those are the days that most of their toys tend to break. That is, unless you have an extremely particular child who never breaks anything. (If you do, I’d like to meet your child because that’s not normal.) Many even consider the day after Christmas National Whiner’s Day due to this.

Last month, I had the privilege of watching two birthday children the day after their birthday party. By lunch time, a crown, a drumstick and a drum had busted. Who knows what other new toys I missed as they were dismembered while I was off making pb & j sandwiches for lunch? The mother of these kids likes to claim that they are “curiously destructive”. I like that term.

That brings me to ask a few questions about children’s toys:

(1) Why is it that the annoying ones are the ones that never seem to die and the other toys just fall apart within a day’s time? I think toy makers intentionally do this to parents and childcare providers. Batteries seem to last longer on the obnoxious toys (and, thankfully, we can never seem to find replacements once they do).  As for the trinket-type toys, they break by the end of the day from either being stepped on or torn apart by children who wonder why they don’t make the same obnoxious noises as their other toys. I’ve decided that someone needs to make sturdy, non-obnoxious toys before I have kids.

(2) Why is it that people always think that they’re giving kids something fun when they give them a cheap $.25 toy that’s going to make them cry when they break it the next day? I have to confess, it’s easy to do. You think to yourself, “Oh, little Johnny will like this” even though you’re simultaneously thinking, “This toy is a piece of crap with a price tag.” Sadly, it’s too easy to let that sentimental side convince you that, while you know the toy is going to break soon after the child receives it, the smile on his or her face is worth that measly $.25. But is it really? Maybe, if you’re not the one who has to deal with the broken toy later.

What do you think? Are toys made sturdy enough for kids? Or do we just buy the cheap ones because they’re inexpensive?

Did you have a favorite toy when you were a kid? Was it prone to breakage, or did you know to keep it out of harm’s way?

The advantages of children’s book clubs

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Children are very sensitive and keen to learn new things. Therefore we should keep a watch on what they learn and try to give them the best education. Most children love reading from an early age. What they read is also a deciding factor in their education.

The children’s book clubs are a good way to really keep kids exciting about reading. I say keep, because a love of reading starts in the home, not in the school or the children’s book club. The fact is that if you do not read to your child every single night, or nearly every single night, you are simply not doing your job and being a good parent. Joining children’s book clubs can help your child to stay interested in reading, but it can not start his or her lifelong passion for the written word. That has to come from you.

Nonetheless, a parent can not hold all of the responsibility for their child’s reading. That is where children’s book clubs come in. The cool thing about children’s book clubs is that they give the kids neat new books in shiny packaging every month. For the child, it feels like they are getting a neat new present, and they are likely to go ahead and dive straight into that book without even being prompted to. As a parent, that is something that will make your job a whole lot easier. Parents can start kids reading, but children’s book clubs can take another step. They can take that love of reading to the next level, encouraging the kid to take off with it and dive into reading by his or herself. That is the next step towards being an adult reader, and is an important step for him or her to take. And the earlier, the better.

Of course, not all of the children’s book clubs out there are the same. What they are reading is important, but a  lot of the time it is not as important what they read, as simply that they are reading what their friends are reading. This will allow your kids to use the children’s book clubs as a way to start interacting with the text, becoming better readers through sharing what they have read, as well as their likes and dislikes, with all of their little friends. This can be a huge help for any young reader, and is really the secret to becoming a fluent reader. This is why, even in this age of the digital computer with its speed of light communication, children’s book clubs still have a place in every home. Make sure that your kid joins a children’s book club today.

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Friday, October 2, 2009

Muscle Relaxant & Airport Wine

How I Spent My Summer Vacation

or

Rocketing Through Space and Time in a Most Peculiar Manner

Perception changed the day the drala blew in. Multiple universes unfurl about me. Random noise becomes music—listen to the 737 choir, voices, a baby cries, the bass note thrum of the engines. Indonesians in the last row chirp like crickets.
 
Diet Dr. Pepper is a saccharine-sweet chemical demi-tone. Stalactite monitors, pendulous, drip from the bulkhead, infinite, extending into the distance.
Soma, a muscle relaxant, alters perceptions in a subtle and sometimes horrible way. There is a disconnect here somewhere but is it me, was it the drala, or is it the drugs? Muscle-relaxers and anti-inflammatories mix with airport bar wine.

A dark-haired waif stares at me. All is new, all is god. She is so young to have that little gold earring. Her eyes burn like black holes. She is the most important creature at 30,000 feet as we plow through the atmosphere—children are our purpose, we procreate, expand, learn, conquer, destroy. Go in Jane’s right side and find the baby.

Where has Barry Bayley gone? I have misplaced my antronoscope, and if not for the drala I would be blind. Now I know what the bees know and the flies calculate. Ha that is why I love sleep, furling myself into another universe oh so sweet and terrible.

Time caresses the blunt snout of the aeroplane, scratching an old itch and portending company, methinks. All-dark waits outside the skin. Where now is a pocket of light? Am I growing younger back here?

The child kneels, dutifully, awaiting the rod of change.

 

 

 

Gai—Change, Alter, Correct-Depicts a boy kneeling before a man holding a stick.

All together now - École John W. MacLeod Fleming Tower School Playground

There is a Seussian aura here. Bright, bold blues, reds and yellows breathe life into the surrounding landscape. Curlicues, spirals and undulating curves are the order of the day. Even the font of the welcoming sign is whimsical and light. This is the École John W. MacLeod Fleming Tower School Playground (map). It’s all new and driven by the community with support from a variety of partners (photos).

It must have been like Whoville that day in June when over 200 volunteers came together to build the playground. I can hear the echo of the bezangers and kisplitzers, their brizzling and fesklanking down the Purcells Cove Road. After the dust settled and the sweat subsided – behold a beautiful play area that will fuel laughter, discovery and friendships for years to come.

A boy of 10 or 11 is the sole occupant when we arrive. He’s climbing to a high point and sliding down a pole – repeat – climbing, sliding down pole. I lift and place Nellie into an accessible swing. After a couple of attempts trying to lock the clasp, the boy shouts over, “That part’s broken”. I ask if this is his local playground. It’s not. He likes it though because of the pole sliding. It’s his favourite activity.

Noah and Nellie haven’t advanced to pole sliding yet but there’s plenty to keep them busy here. A favourite for both of them is accessing the bridge by the spiralling platter steps. Noah is able to manage this on his own. He has the necessary motor skills, depth of vision and balance. With no guardrails there is a sense of derring-do and accomplishment for him. Though not yet two, Nellie already has a well developed sense of adventure. She sees Noah one time on the spiral ascent and she’s next. She requires close supervision climbing up to ensure that she stays on the platforms and there are no tumbles off into space. I help her manoeuvre from the last step onto the safety of the bridge. It’s whoosh down the slide and back to the spiral climb – again and again and again.

The main access point onto the modular equipment is a wide-based metal staircase with four steps. At the top on the right is a slide for wee ones. The incline is gentle and the positioning is well designed to allow for hand holding or providing back support for babies from either side of the slide.

The platform at the top of this staircase leads directly into the yawning galoomph. The interior of this upward sloping and narrowing tunnel leads to the bridge. The ridged floor presents a challenge for Nellie and try as she might, she’s not able to get the hang of it. She just can’t navigate the galoomph tunnel. The close quarters make it impractical for me to try and give her a hand. It’s too bad because there are five portholes on either side of the tunnel for little faces to peek out. At the top, a plexiglass bubble hangs into nothing – a great venue for public clowning which Noah discovers much to his delight. It’s a little Seuss-like, see-through nest to cozy, goof, or wide-eye in.

There are multiple climbing and swinging opportunities here. Some are linked to accessing the bridge and slides. There is also a climbing wall – composite plastic with metal frames – that can accommodate two kids at a time. There’s a zipper and corkscrew monkey bars for skin the cats, or hand over hand with the greatest of ease swinging.

Underneath the elevated components, there is a storefront counter, a scavenger hunt (we didn’t try it this time out) and a couple of plastic drums that would be a perfect fit in any Whoville marching band. We take a break and set up our snacks on one of the benches. The kids are red-cheeked, out of breath, thirsty and in need of some healthy food to keep them going. They’re not still for long. Now it’s off into the schoolyard buzzing around the hopscotch and other sidewalk games. The snack is burned off is less than a quarter of an hour.

It’s time for a last pass before we pack up for home. It’s the swings then a last scoosh down the big slide with the bend at the top. There are more slides at the back of the school set off a piece from the playground. Up in the woods there seems to be ‘play’ outdoor classroom – some benches and an old blackboard. Something to explore our next visit.

It’s been an enjoyable morning. Both Noah and Nellie say they want to come back. So do I.

Other places of interest in the area include The Dingle Playground and Sir Sandford Fleming Park.

There is ample parking at the school on weekends. Check the school website for recess schedules during the school year.

If you’re taking public transit, the number 15 bus, in either direction, will drop you very close to the playground.

Note – the playground abuts Purcell’s Cove Road. There is only a small copse of trees separating the two. It’s a very busy road – exercise caution.

Thursday, October 1, 2009

And the luckiest children are ...

We’ve been voting for our favourite children’s rooms in the office. Don’t worry, there’s been no hair pulling or name calling, but the real difficulty has been cutting them down to 10 best girls’ bedrooms and 10 best boys’ bedrooms (phew – and I thought choosing my outfit for this evening was tough!)

So here are my winners. I just don’t know whether to congratulate the parents or the children??

This girl’s bedroom is just magical – i’d happily sleep here at my age (minus the cuddly toys though … maybe)

roomenvy - girl's bedroom

I love this playful boy’s bedroom – now how many of you can say that you grew up with a giant WIGWAM in your bedroom.

roomenvy - boy's bedroom

…. and if you’re suddenly feeling a bit miffed about your childhood room, just be thankful you didn’t grow up in this children’s room …. BE AFRAID, BE VERY AFRAID

Feel free to send me any worthy competitors (jennifer_drew@ipcmedia.com)