The last couple days have been crazy, I didn't think I was going to be too "crazy bride" but I had my moments. Luckily for PJ, I think I am past it now. He has, after a bit of fumbling, come through with shining colours on the getting stuff done front. He started his own list of things to do and has pretty much done everything I ask him to do without complaint. Although, we were visiting his parents the other day and I was telling his mother about the 'fumbles" and she asked (in jest) "are you sure you still want to marry him?" Apparently these traits are one she has lived with for many years in PJ and his father. Yes, I still want to marry him :)
I think we still have a few things left to do, but the majority is done. So now 3 days before the wedding I am looking forward to relaxing, pampering and visiting with the out of town guests that begin arriving today. Yay!
Oh and the weather looks great, 25 degrees and blue skies!
Wednesday 7 September 2011
Sunday 4 September 2011
Our Dirty Secret
Our dirty secret has nothing to do with scandal and intrigue and everything to to do with actual DIRT! We have been renovating our house for over a year. And I am pretty tired of the mess. PJ and I bought a house that we both fell in love with. The basement was a good height and looked prime for building a basement suite. That is about where the happily ever after ends. After many, many things that have gone wrong we are about half way through a reno that was supposed to take 3 months. But maybe that is a story for another post. This post is about the mud and dirt and mess that is our yard.
This is our backyard at its worst, it is a little better now, but not much. At least the heavy machinery is gone and we have most of our deck back. But two people and two dogs is a lot of muddy feet to be sweeping up after.
Most of the renovation have been put on hold for the wedding and honeymoon, but once those are over we will have no excuses and hopefully things will move forward.
Most of the renovation have been put on hold for the wedding and honeymoon, but once those are over we will have no excuses and hopefully things will move forward.
Thursday 1 September 2011
I WUB YOU!
I count myself amongst the very lucky few people who can say I love my job.This doesn't mean that I arrive early in the morning and leave much later than everyone else, I am human and I really like to sleep. I do however feel like I found something I am meant to do. But I think most of all I do actually enjoy many parts of my job( read: everything but paperwork)
I am a pediatric speech language pathologist or speech therapist. I get to help preschool kids with their articulation, language and stuttering among other things. The two things I love most about my job are: the idea that I helped a child/ family to understand each other and gave the child a sense of pride the they achieved something after some hard work. I also love the mental puzzle that is involved with 'figuring out' each child and how to help them. Not the mention that I get to work with kids who are at such a fun and interesting stage in their young lives, I mean, who doesn't get excited by play-doh.
Now to be honest, they are not all little cherubs, some are poorly behaved, some have off days (don't we all) and some pick their noses, but those are rare. Most are happy and excited to see what game or activity I have to play that day.
This post is inspired by a little boy who I have been seeing since he was just under 2 years old. At that time he was a handful. He was not yet talking and he was very, very frustrated about not being able to communicate. He had a very short attention span and most of his appointments were spend with his mother and I chasing him and desperately trying to interpret what he wanted.
A couple years later and he is a happy little boy with a great sense of humour, who can walk into the office and announce " I'm FOUR" to anyone who will listen (we worked on the /f/ sound for months and months). After his appointment yesterday, as he was leaving my office, spiderman sticker proudly displayed on his t-shirt when he turned around and ran back to me and said "I wub you" and gave me a hug. It is moments like these that make all the spit, vomit and stinky kids worth it.
I am a pediatric speech language pathologist or speech therapist. I get to help preschool kids with their articulation, language and stuttering among other things. The two things I love most about my job are: the idea that I helped a child/ family to understand each other and gave the child a sense of pride the they achieved something after some hard work. I also love the mental puzzle that is involved with 'figuring out' each child and how to help them. Not the mention that I get to work with kids who are at such a fun and interesting stage in their young lives, I mean, who doesn't get excited by play-doh.
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Now to be honest, they are not all little cherubs, some are poorly behaved, some have off days (don't we all) and some pick their noses, but those are rare. Most are happy and excited to see what game or activity I have to play that day.
This post is inspired by a little boy who I have been seeing since he was just under 2 years old. At that time he was a handful. He was not yet talking and he was very, very frustrated about not being able to communicate. He had a very short attention span and most of his appointments were spend with his mother and I chasing him and desperately trying to interpret what he wanted.
A couple years later and he is a happy little boy with a great sense of humour, who can walk into the office and announce " I'm FOUR" to anyone who will listen (we worked on the /f/ sound for months and months). After his appointment yesterday, as he was leaving my office, spiderman sticker proudly displayed on his t-shirt when he turned around and ran back to me and said "I wub you" and gave me a hug. It is moments like these that make all the spit, vomit and stinky kids worth it.
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