Geocaching and enjoying nature!

Lately it’s been getting really bitter and cold out with Winter approaching. I struggle with my mental health during the colder months and tend to isolate myself because being inside and being warm feels a lot better than being cold and miserable. We’ve had some days that reached around 3C but most days are below 0 now. It’s been really difficult for me already and it’s only going to get colder. Today was weird, I stepped outside and it was 12C!! Usually we only get this warmth when it’s raining and there’s not a lot we can do in the rain, but the sun was shining. My husband took the kids out to play ball hockey in the driveway while I poked around in the woods behind our house. Eventually we decided the weather was too nice to stay home and we packed the kids into the jeep to head to the Wetlands Nature Trails for some fresh air and nature therapy!

As soon as we hit the trail we noticed a tiny painted stone sitting near one of the wood carvings. I told my husband I had heard about people putting these painted rocks around town for people to find and we agreed it was a really neat concept, like a massive easter egg hunt. It reminded me of Geocaching, which has a similar concept, if you haven’t heard of Geocaching, pleeeeease do yourself a solid and check out Geocaching.com! So yeah, we decided to see if any Geocaches were hidden in the area while we were there and sure enough there was one listed further in the trail, so we punched it into the GPS and made our way there. Along the way we noticed more of these painted rocks, the kids were going crazy for them, keeping points for each one they found, admiring them for a minute, and then putting them back for others to enjoy.

We had to go into the woods off the trail to find the Geocache but luckily it was an easy find and I spotted it just as hubby walked past. It was tucked inside a cute old tree stump and was in really good condition! Hopefully this cache will be around for a few good years. We left something and took a small homemade heart. Then we set out to finish the trail. By the end of our walk we had found at least thirty or more of these painted stones, it was an absolutely fantastic day!

A letter to my past.

Dearest little Katlyn,

I know you feel alienated because you have ADHD. You’ve been excluded, humiliated, and patronized by some of your own Teachers because you’re considered a “problem” or a “disruption”. You’re not a disruption, you’re just different. You don’t need to change who you are for them to be able to teach, they need to change the way they teach for you to be able to learn. Teachers are always going to put you in a tiny box with a bunch of other kids who are nothing like you and they are going to expect you to conform. I’m here to tell you that you will try to conform many times over your school years and you will fail. The reason you fail isn’t because there’s something tragically wrong with you like you will tell yourself as you lay awake at night, you will fail because you’re not meant to conform, you’re just different and you learn in a different way. 

I want you to know that fitting in and having boyfriends is not as important as you think it is. Being socially accepted by your peers is not important right now. You don’t need to treat people badly to make yourself feel better, stop that, okay? It doesn’t make you look cool, it makes you a bully. There’s a reason you feel bad afterwards, that’s because it’s wrong and I’m telling you now, it’s going to happen to you and it will be the hardest thing you’ll ever go through.

Which brings me to my third plea, please don’t let people walk on you, Katlyn. It doesn’t have to be an “if you can’t beat ’em join ’em” situation. If people treat you badly stop giving them the time of day, your time is valuable and so are you. Don’t waste it on people who couldn’t give two shits about you. You will not still be friends with them in 5 years, trust me on that. 

You also don’t need to try drugs, I’ll just go ahead and let you know it’s not that great. Dodge that bullet. Experience isn’t everything! 

Lastly, if all else fails because you’ll never read this and you’ll do literally everything I said not to, you can rest easy knowing that your life will turn out amazing. You’re going to grow up quickly because you’re going to suddenly be super responsible for someone really important but I won’t say who! But you are going to be strong, beautiful, and kind. You’re going to learn from all the things you did wrong and you’re going to accept that you will never fit the mold and you’re going to grow to love that about yourself. You’ll realize there are people in your life who love that about you as well. 

Ps. Eyebrows=good. Shaving them=BAD 

P.s.s. Leave your hair alone.

Peace out Sailor scout!

Future Katlyn

When you visit our home..

I WROTE THIS A YEAR AGO?! My how time has flown and how nothing has changed. If anything my house is even more chaotic now that Paisley is mobile. 😀

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When you open up the door to our home, you’ll likely have to give a little extra shove to get it open. That’s because the doorway is a plethora of shoes for every season, just kicked off in a hurry as we got home. After being away all day or for the night, nothing feels better than coming home.

Once you step inside, if you look straight ahead there’s a wall with a painted picture on a slab of wood that says “Home Sweet Home” with a little red cottage on it, and a sweet home it truly is. To your left you’ll see a fairly vacant hallway, vacant aside from the little white and green potty that sits directly across from the bathroom. We’re potty training a toddler, so forgive us if it seems a little bit of an odd place for a potty. Down that hall you will also…

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Embracing the blisters.

I didn’t want to wake up this morning… Fall is here and despite it being my favourite season of them all, the air was frigid and cold and I didn’t want to leave my warm bed. I had to take Braden to school and I laid there cursing his school for not letting him take the bus. It wasn’t fair that I had to walk to his school with three small children straggling on and behind me back and forth, back and forth, multiple times a day. I just wanted to lay in bed and be warm, get up when I wanted, drink a nice hot coffee, watch Netflix, and just be lazy.

Then for a split second, this little voice in my head that I have cleverly nicknamed “reason”, reminded me that there are millions of children out there who would walk MILES to get an education. In fact there are probably children in this cruel world who do walk miles to get their education. I felt ashamed of myself and my first world problems. I pulled my ass out of bed and walked that child to school because he is incredibly privileged to live in a Country where education is easily accessible and I have absolutely no right to abuse that privilege by complaining or making him skip school. I had blistered heels from my boots and I was panting like a dog by the time I got back, but that’s really a very small price to pay for your child to be given such a wonderful gift that so many other children in the world desperately crave. I will gladly take a few moments of laboured breathing and a blister on my heel, for my son to have an education.

Since 1999 the amount of children out of school has dropped from a staggering 106 million, to 60 million. But think about that, there are 60 million children out there being denied something we often take for granted, something so crucial, that should be a basic human right. Education.

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Bittersweet Sundays

I think Sunday is both my favourite and my least favourite day of the week. I find something really peaceful about Sundays, like mellowing out after a chaotic week, the calm before the storm; Mondays. However, it’s my least favourite because there’s always that cloud looming overhead reminding me that hubby has to head back to work the next morning, that our week has to start all over, that Sunday will be over when we awaken. Today we took the kids outside and Hubby practiced some Yoga in the backyard with me, we replanted a bush that was growing up on our siding, and then we all hopped in the car and went out for lunch and Ice Cream. It was awesome, sunny, and we had three happy little children. When we got home I did a bit more Yoga outside with my youngest son playing nearby and then went inside and did some more in my bedroom. It was one of those days where I took advantage of the nice weather and free time. Hopefully we can manage a trip to the beach in the next few weeks before Hubby has to go away for a few weeks for training. 😦

Hope you all took full advantage of your Sunday and made it a Sunday Funday. In fact, I hope you are trying your best to make every day a funday. It’s what you make of it.

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When you visit our home..

When you open up the door to our home, you’ll likely have to give a little extra shove to get it open. That’s because the doorway is a plethora of shoes for every season, just kicked off in a hurry as we got home. After being away all day or for the night, nothing feels better than coming home.

Once you step inside, if you look straight ahead there’s a wall with a painted picture on a slab of wood that says “Home Sweet Home” with a little red cottage on it, and a sweet home it truly is. To your left you’ll see a fairly vacant hallway, vacant aside from the little white and green potty that sits directly across from the bathroom. We’re potty training a toddler, so forgive us if it seems a little bit of an odd place for a potty. Down that hall you will also find three bedrooms. The boys’, The nursery, and ours. This is where we sleep, it is comfort epitomized. You may stumble upon the bathroom on your hallway travels as well. It’s very small, very cramped, but it’s ours. Home to countless bubble baths filled with shriekingly happy children, or exhausted Mom, or Dad, who just got in from a run.

If you backtrack down the hall you will find yourself in an open concept dining room and living room, with a kitchen barely separated. You might trip over a toy or two as you enter into our living space. Where countless hours are spent playing with toys, watching cartoons, playing video games, rocking babies, writing blogs, and laughing with one another. In the dining room you will probably trip over toys too! This is where we sit at the table and fill our bellies with the food that provides us energy for our days of play. In the kitchen, you will almost definitely see a counter absolutely riddled with empty coffee cups. You’d think that’s because we need the caffeine to cope with the chaos that is our life, but actually I think we just thoroughly enjoy a good cup of Coffee from Tim Horton’s. The sink is probably full of dishes because frankly, we’d rather spend time with each other, doing things that make us happy, then sit miserable over a sink washing dishes. Though eventually my husband will give in and do them about once a day. If you try make your way from the kitchen to the basement, I will stop you. That’s the point of no return. If you go down there, you may get lost and never find your way back!

If you visit us, and you tour our home. You might judge by the shoes barricading the door, or the potty in the hall, or the toys scattered carelessly around the house, or the coffee cups sprinkled about the kitchen. You might think we are lazy and don’t bother to tidy up after our children. But our home is lived in. We have three children and to them, to us, this is our nest, our sanctuary, and we adore it.