We went for the first time to the children's museum in Winnipeg. The kids had so much fun. This is a picture of us leaving. We got a goody bag and some balloons.
November 29, 2011
Children's Museum
We went for the first time to the children's museum in Winnipeg. The kids had so much fun. This is a picture of us leaving. We got a goody bag and some balloons.
November 2, 2011
Pay it Forward
I find it interesting in this day and age, that there are actual movements in the Canada and the US about “Pay it forward”. I was doing web searches for a newspaper and I came across this http://www.chieftain.com/life/local/here-are-some-easy-ways-to-pay-it-forward/article_5932b212-04eb-11e1-b0aa-001cc4c002e0.html
Where basically they say donate blood, clean your local park and donate gently used clothing. Really?? We have to have a movement for this? Isn’t this just common sense?
To me paying it forward is paying someone’s Timmie’s bill for them, or small acts of kindness. Not simple common courtesies like holding a door for someone behind you, moving over on the sidewalk so you don’t take up the whole sidewalk, and saying thank-you when receiving Halloween candy.
Has our society really become that self involved? That common courtesies have to have a “movement”?
October 19, 2011
Favorites
So I was watching Anderson yesterday. His show was about Mom's having favorite kids. They say that every mom out there has a favorite, they just don't talk about it. I find that interesting... one mom yesterday was absolutely favoring one child over the other. She openly admitted it. How is the other child going to feel later in life??
So growing up my mom totally had a favorite. You'd think it was me cause I'm so awesome, well you'd be wrong. My older brother was totally the favorite. Then ten years later my younger brother became the favorite. Need examples, o.k I'll give you some.
- mom had pictures taken with each child when they were babies... she blew up the ones with the boys and hung them on the wall.
- mom would take Nic out of school for a "special day" these happened quite often... on a side note I did enjoy going to school and Nic didn't
- mom and dad had a plaque with Nic's birth info engraved on it.
- there were 2 times more photos of the boys then me hanging up on the walls. I actually went around one time and counted them, just to prove a point. That is when she blow up a baby picture of me and her and hung it on the wall.
- mom had a huge photo frame of Nic and then Chris of all their baby pictures.
- Nic could do no wrong and I was the one who had to take care of my younger brother when mom was working. She later told me that she was harder on me because I was the girl and she was trying to make me more of a responsible, independent person
The photo thing still bugs me to this day. That is why when I put photos together of my own kids I make sure there is equal number of each child.
I asked my kids "does mom have a favorite?" Faith said yes me, Clayton said yes me, Payton said yes Nathan, Nathan said yes me. How funny is that? I do tell them at different times that they are my favorite. You are my favorite Faith in the whole world... which is totally true they are my favorite out of the whole world. I've also whispered in their ear that they are my favorite child.
I can remember one time when a friend said to me that she always thought she was her parents favorite child, only to find out they had been saying it too both children through out their childhood. Each child grew up believing they were the favorite and not to tell the other one cause it would hurt their feelings.
So do you have a favorite child? do you let on that they are your favorite? Do I have a favorite child? yes, but it changes with how I feel about the children on any given day.
So growing up my mom totally had a favorite. You'd think it was me cause I'm so awesome, well you'd be wrong. My older brother was totally the favorite. Then ten years later my younger brother became the favorite. Need examples, o.k I'll give you some.
- mom had pictures taken with each child when they were babies... she blew up the ones with the boys and hung them on the wall.
- mom would take Nic out of school for a "special day" these happened quite often... on a side note I did enjoy going to school and Nic didn't
- mom and dad had a plaque with Nic's birth info engraved on it.
- there were 2 times more photos of the boys then me hanging up on the walls. I actually went around one time and counted them, just to prove a point. That is when she blow up a baby picture of me and her and hung it on the wall.
- mom had a huge photo frame of Nic and then Chris of all their baby pictures.
- Nic could do no wrong and I was the one who had to take care of my younger brother when mom was working. She later told me that she was harder on me because I was the girl and she was trying to make me more of a responsible, independent person
The photo thing still bugs me to this day. That is why when I put photos together of my own kids I make sure there is equal number of each child.
I asked my kids "does mom have a favorite?" Faith said yes me, Clayton said yes me, Payton said yes Nathan, Nathan said yes me. How funny is that? I do tell them at different times that they are my favorite. You are my favorite Faith in the whole world... which is totally true they are my favorite out of the whole world. I've also whispered in their ear that they are my favorite child.
I can remember one time when a friend said to me that she always thought she was her parents favorite child, only to find out they had been saying it too both children through out their childhood. Each child grew up believing they were the favorite and not to tell the other one cause it would hurt their feelings.
So do you have a favorite child? do you let on that they are your favorite? Do I have a favorite child? yes, but it changes with how I feel about the children on any given day.
September 22, 2011
My Mom - Anna Mae Robicheau
My mom died on September 6 2011. How crazy is that? She fought a good fight but cancer kicked her ass literally and figuratively. The last picture of her was in April when her sister came for a visit. I hardly recognized her. It's sad that cancer can change someones looks so much.
Someone dieing at the age of 53 is not right. She still had years, she was still healthy, she still had grandkids she'll never meet. There was still so much I wanted to do with her.... I wasn't finished with her. My brothers weren't finished with her.
I think it says alot about a person, the amount of people who come to share at a funeral/memorial. She effected people greatly. I don't even think she knew how much she effected these people. I know for a fact if we were somewhere more central, mom's memorial would have been over flowing and not with people who felt obligated to come. These would have been people who knew her and loved or hated her.
Mom fought stage 4 colon cancer, she was diagnosed a year and half ago. I'm sure she had it longer but her being her never went and got checked. Some of it was the doctors she saw initially, some of it was her fault. I read somewhere that stage 4 you have about 2 years. She knew and never said anything..... never said anything. She wouldn't even tell me it was colon cancer it was always bowel cancer. Or this hospital doesn't do stages.
I spoke with her the night she died. She sounded in so much pain. Her words were slurred and she sounded tired. It was a 2 minute conversation. Hi mom I just wanted to check on you. How's the leg? Oh it's getting better. I feel so much better. Then she was talking to a nurse, I think she was getting changed. I'm going to stay in the hospital until I get this leg fixed. I said did Barb call you? Yes I talked with her for a bit. I have to sleep now, I'm tired bye baby. That was it the last conversation I had with my mom hours before she died. I got off the phone and told Dustin.. she's not doing well, she doesn't sound good at all. I had planned on phoning her doctor in the morning and found out what was going on. Talking with mom's friend later I found out that mom planned to be found in the morning by one of her favorite nurses. She knew.... she knew... and said nothing. I'm angry over that, things feel undone. She died by herself, I never got to say goodbye.
I never took my kids or husband with me to the funeral. With where she lived and what we had to do, we cleaned out her apartment. We traveled 20 hours to NS to bury her with her father. Something I know she would have wanted. She loved him even though she's spent more of her life without him then with him. I want my kids to be able to say goodbye. I want the feeling that she knew how much we cared for her.
If you have cancer or some other disease where you know the diagnose is not good. Please tell your family. Yes you have the right to die how you want. But your family needs to know, they need time to prepare... they need to be able to say goodbye. You can't go along and say everything is fine, I'm getting better, I'm doing o.k. when you know you're not. When you die yes it will be a shock but maybe your family will be alittle prepared. Maybe they will be able to wrap their heads around how it could happen.
I'm hoping there is a heaven where every now and then mom; you'll look down on us and smile.
Someone dieing at the age of 53 is not right. She still had years, she was still healthy, she still had grandkids she'll never meet. There was still so much I wanted to do with her.... I wasn't finished with her. My brothers weren't finished with her.
I think it says alot about a person, the amount of people who come to share at a funeral/memorial. She effected people greatly. I don't even think she knew how much she effected these people. I know for a fact if we were somewhere more central, mom's memorial would have been over flowing and not with people who felt obligated to come. These would have been people who knew her and loved or hated her.
Mom fought stage 4 colon cancer, she was diagnosed a year and half ago. I'm sure she had it longer but her being her never went and got checked. Some of it was the doctors she saw initially, some of it was her fault. I read somewhere that stage 4 you have about 2 years. She knew and never said anything..... never said anything. She wouldn't even tell me it was colon cancer it was always bowel cancer. Or this hospital doesn't do stages.
I spoke with her the night she died. She sounded in so much pain. Her words were slurred and she sounded tired. It was a 2 minute conversation. Hi mom I just wanted to check on you. How's the leg? Oh it's getting better. I feel so much better. Then she was talking to a nurse, I think she was getting changed. I'm going to stay in the hospital until I get this leg fixed. I said did Barb call you? Yes I talked with her for a bit. I have to sleep now, I'm tired bye baby. That was it the last conversation I had with my mom hours before she died. I got off the phone and told Dustin.. she's not doing well, she doesn't sound good at all. I had planned on phoning her doctor in the morning and found out what was going on. Talking with mom's friend later I found out that mom planned to be found in the morning by one of her favorite nurses. She knew.... she knew... and said nothing. I'm angry over that, things feel undone. She died by herself, I never got to say goodbye.
I never took my kids or husband with me to the funeral. With where she lived and what we had to do, we cleaned out her apartment. We traveled 20 hours to NS to bury her with her father. Something I know she would have wanted. She loved him even though she's spent more of her life without him then with him. I want my kids to be able to say goodbye. I want the feeling that she knew how much we cared for her.
If you have cancer or some other disease where you know the diagnose is not good. Please tell your family. Yes you have the right to die how you want. But your family needs to know, they need time to prepare... they need to be able to say goodbye. You can't go along and say everything is fine, I'm getting better, I'm doing o.k. when you know you're not. When you die yes it will be a shock but maybe your family will be alittle prepared. Maybe they will be able to wrap their heads around how it could happen.
I'm hoping there is a heaven where every now and then mom; you'll look down on us and smile.
September 6, 2011
Photo Challenge Day 6 - Childhood Memory
So my favorite childhood memory is roasting marshmallows on a fire. We didn't do it very often only when we went camping and we only camped once or twice during the summer. I don't have any pictures cause my parents have the albums. So I thought I would share my friends and my kids doing what I love to do. I forgot how much I loved roasted marshmallows until we started doing it again.
I'm going to be away for a few days. But I'll catch up with the photos when I get back.
September 5, 2011
Photo Challenge Day 5-Someone I love
Well this is a hard post. Do I focus on just one individual? Do I do a group? Do I do just my small family? It's hard to just pick one.
So I picked them all. This is my family about 2 years ago. The only person missing is my dad. I love them; all some more then others, but the love is still there. This is my husband and my kids, my brothers family and his kids, my mom and my younger brother.
It's just to hard to pick....
So I picked them all. This is my family about 2 years ago. The only person missing is my dad. I love them; all some more then others, but the love is still there. This is my husband and my kids, my brothers family and his kids, my mom and my younger brother.
It's just to hard to pick....
September 4, 2011
Photo Challenge Day 4-Favorite Color
My favorite color is yellow. Although I don't wear it often. I do really like it. The kids all have yellow clothes. I took this picture last night of Payton after our friends wedding.
I love this yellow dress; although this is the first time she's worn it and she's had it for over a year now. I don't think her favorite color is yellow.
I love this yellow dress; although this is the first time she's worn it and she's had it for over a year now. I don't think her favorite color is yellow.
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