September 17, 2018

After some reflection about what I had initially intended for this space on the internet. I decided to start this new series “Magic in the Mundane” in which I plan to post biweekly (likely on Monday) about the latest, current simple every day moments. For these small everyday bits and pieces make up our lifetime. I originally initiated this little piece of the internet to be able to refer back to. To document our life, to summarize and reflect on the pieces of my heart and my perspective; and if I only document the big monumental life moments i’m only doing myself a disfavour.

 Therefore I have captured some images and put down in words our first fragment of our own magic in the mundane.

 We are currently enjoying slow mornings of waking up with Josh as he gets ready for work and sleepily making our way to the living room to play and snuggle while I make and then enjoy a necessary bulletproof coffee. Sometimes we turn on the news, sometimes we listen to a podcast, sometimes we turn on our homemade “chill and laid back” spotify playlist, and sometimes we just appreciate the quiet.

Hockey season is upon us again, okay the NHL might not commence until October but the CR Mens league is officially in full swing! GO AVALANCHE! Subsequently this past Friday we fell back into our typical routine of cooking yummy dinner with friends, a few pre game pops for the boys and while the boys play, us gals catch up usually with some wine… sometimes we go and watch and cheer and ogle at number 55 (maybe that’s just me)… but most times we tuck Benen in to bed and catch up with a glass of red. This Friday was no different, however Benen had a serious case of FOMO (fear of missing out—In case that isn’t still a thing and I don’t remember down the road!). Bedtime was a battle, and we gave it our all tucked away in the nursery giving me a slight sense of fomo myself. Finally success! and he had a quick power nap lasting for about 12 minutes. Defeated, I emerged from the dark, sound machine filled nursery with Benen who was ready to party. Turns out all he wanted was to be included, and as we sat chatting, Benen immediately drifted off in my arms, content with his victory. You win some you lose some, but the verdict is all about the perspective party. Benen: 1 Mama: 0

** This photo is from last season– When B was still so wee!**

Hockey for the younger kids has commenced in additional to men’s league, and Josh is the minor hockey female coordinator this year. Hence the guy has been a little busy, between all things hockey, work, and being an all star dad. So when the opportunity presented we snuck in a hot date night just the two of us last weekend (thanks Grammy and Papa!!) after spending the day painting cupboards as a family—thank goodness for play yards!

I do not have a digital picture of this last piece of magic. only a mental one and now only a memory so allow me to paint it out. I obviously don’t really know what I’m doing. I’m a first timer at this whole mothering gig and we’re just going with the flow, doing what feels good and right for us at each phase and moment in time. Benen is 10 months old and still likes to get up at least once a night to nurse and cuddle—and while we’re currently working on strategies for a full nights rest for both of us (I do eventually have to go back to work); its totally fine. Its more than totally fine at the moment its actually sleepy bliss.

Last night when I heard him wake up and begin to cry; I sleepily pulled myself out of bed and lightly padded across the hall into his room. I think the clock said 02:44. He was sitting up, with his ‘soo soo’ in hand looking a little sad, sleepy, but happy to see me. I scooped him up and sat down in our rocking chair. He nursed for maybe 30 seconds and then repositioned himself into a comfy cuddle—a comfort thing for sure. I started to become slightly exasperated with my self because how on earth will he ever learn to self soothe. But THEN I felt his body go heavy as he slipped into deep sleep. I felt him inhale and exhale on my chest. His right ear down and tiny mouth gaping open—his ‘soo soo’ loosely hanging in. His arms slackly draped around my body. Both of us content. THIS is what I never want to forget; the memory of it alone right now makes me teary and it was only last night. Babies don’t keep and that’s a fact.