Journey Into the Unknown.... Motherhood

This blog is a representation of some of my favourite memories but now this blog is going to be about my journey into the unknown... Motherhood.

When I found out I was pregnant I didnt know whether to laugh or cry. I was shocked. Shocked that it happened and terrified of what the test result meant. In 9 months Tony and I would be parents. Needless to say my emotions ran high. Telling Tony was easy... he already expected. Telling the parents was fun. We decorated cupcakes and wrote Baba, Bibi (Grandpa, Grandma) on them and took them over saying "You have to try these cupcakes they are so delicious!" The reactions were priceless and rather funny. Tony's mom was working in the shop at the time and all she could say was "I'm going to be a grandma!" As a customer approached the cash registar she held her chocolate cupcake in one hand and excitedly told a stranger our news. My dad was pretty funny too because he refused to eat the cupcake or even look at it as "cupcakes are too rich and sweet". So with a lot of coaxing he eventually looked at the cupcake reading aloud "Baba" still not understanding what it meant. It took a couple of minutes for it register the meaning behind the word. Telling the parents that they were going to have their very first grandchild was emotional and unforgettable.

To Be Continued...

In My Life

Anniversaries come and go ... but this song still has meaning like it did when we first were dating....

Our song from way back when: In My Life- The Beatles

29 Years Young

At 29 years of age this is the wisdom I offer.

Age: Bring it on. Its a great excuse to throw a party.

"The Friendship"
Sunday, July 15 2007

I'm thankful everyday I live
for the warmth and kindness that you give
Thankful that in God's design
He planned it so your path crossed mine.

Home Sweet Home

"A House is built with walls and beams a home is built with love and dreams"

Our new place.
Photo taken July 16, 2007

Home on the Range

Public. The lounge in PG that makes you forget your in PG.

I spent my spring break in Prince George. How nice it was to visit. Reaffirms why I won't ever move back. Just not my type of environment anymore. But what a great place to raise a family. Own a home. Have some peace of mind. Save some gas (it takes 10 minutes to get anywhere in that town). Everybody you meet is so friendly. No egos. No attitudes. Safe to walk the streets at night.

I drove by my old house and felt sad that someone else lived in it now. I drove to Wilson Park. The park where I would skip rocks and take my dog for a walk. I drove past the "rock hill" The hill of all hills that we would climb when it was covered in ice and snow to get to school. I saw the old McDonalds Restaurant which I had my birthday parties at- boarded up.... This made me very upset. How dare they close that McD's!
What I was most surprised by was the development happening in Prince George. First at the airport. Bill Gates? International flights?? Then the New Casino. Great... Get more people addicted to gambling. What happened to the baseball fields I would have my bball games at... the ones across Superstore. So sad! Then by my old highschool. Which is now surrounded by Home Depot, and Walmart. The new Sikh Temple! Wow. Beautiful inside. Cant believe how many Punjabi parents know my name. All those Starbuck Coffee Huts- now everywhere!! People Tim Hortons is better. Cheaper. And has Roll Up the Rim to Win. Oh! And the restaurants. Kudos to North 54. Love the food. Atmosphere. Service.
And I must say. A lounge like Public in PG! Interesting.
And although as my cousin puts it I am hurtin cause I don't like the club scene and I refused to go... Since when is the Cadillac Ranch popular. And what was wrong with the name "Monk" and why call it Rum Jungle?????
UNBC- What in the heck happened to the library. CNC at least you still mostly the same...
My favourite part of the whole trip. Seeing family. Taking a nap in the day. Playing Wii. Cruising with my cousins. Spending time with my husband. We don't even see each other that much in Vancouver.

It was a trip I won't forget.
But on the plane ride home. When we were about to land. And I saw the beauty of Vancouver I couldn't help but smile. It is so beautiful here. I don't care if I can only afford a townhouse in Vancouver, unlike the 4 bedroom home in Prince George.
Live within your means. And you can find happiness anywhere.

Three Wise Kids

I "posterized" this photo so the children's faces aren't viewable. This Photo was taken at "Recess Time"

Some of the best lessons I have learned come from children...

Lesson #1 Be honest with people you care about.

6 years old. Short. Chubby. Brown wavy hair. Big Brown Eyes. A Smile with two little teeth missing. I walk into his class Monday morning and he looks up at me and says "Mrs. K! What did you do to your hair. It looks bad. I don't like it. The hair in the front doesn't look good. I liked the old hair" Then he wrinkles his nose and makes a disgusted look.

Ok. I thought. Every adult I knew politely commented on my hair and told me how wonderful my bangs looked" and this 6 year old tells me rather boldly that it is a terrible hair cut.

Lesson #2 Don't be afraid to show your emotions.

8 years old. Lanky. Glasses that cover his face. Beautiful blue eyes. Looks like the "Mc Cain French fry kid". Very bright. But bored easily. A bit of a comedian. I am walking down the hall. My stiletto heels make a loud click clack sound as I walk. He is walking in front of me. The noise of my heels makes him turn around. I say "Hi Brett!" He looks at me, then out of the blue yells AAAAAAGH! And runs down the long corridor (yelling aaagh) until he is out of view and in his class. I decide to go to his class. I walk in. He sees me. Jumps a little and hides under his desk.

Am I really that scary??!

Lesson #3 It's the thought that counts

Age 6 and a half

Long curly wild hair. Big eyes. Smile that lights up her face. Dark skinned. Tiny. Energetic. Tomboy.

I am sitting in my office. There is a knock on my door. She walks in and is hiding something behind her back. She says "Mrs. K, Merry Christmas!" She hands me a crumpled up tissue paper that seems to have something in it. Open it! She exclaims. Deeply surprised I look down at the paper and start to unwrap her gift. She is now grinning ear to ear waiting for my reaction. As I unroll the paper I pick up the gift and hold it up. A Lip gloss Key Chain. "It's beautiful!" I exclaim. I was needing a key chain. I unscrew the lip gloss top and can't help but hold in a laugh.There was a little fingerprint in it. I put some on my lips. This is so yummy! And it feels so nice on my lips." Her face is now lit up with happiness. "My mom bought it for me. But I wanted you to have it."

That sweet thought made up for all those moments that I have felt like pulling my hair out.
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A couple of days ago we were talking about friends who have been in our lives for over ten years and I could not think of one person who I had known since elementary school. Some would argue that cousins dont count...and they are probably right ... but out of all of my family the girl in the pink has been closer then a friend for over 24 years. Blessed that we are close. Blessed that are husbands are best friends too. This one is to you Ruppi for always being there! May our kids grow up together just like we did. Cheers!

Vancouver Hit Hard with Snow

Okay! I have to rant and rave about the snow falling in Lower Mainland. I love snow. But literally Greater Vancouver falls apart when it snows! The city becomes chaotic and we have to deal with traffic jams, accidents, and vehicles falling into ditches. I learned that people abandoned their vehicles in the middle of the streets and walked because the roads were so bad. I bet that the rest of Canada is probably poking fun at Vancouverites and their incapability to deal with the white stuff. It's ridiculous. And very stressful. I am lucky that I work at an elementary school close to my home. I made it to work on time but it wouldn't have mattered because at our school there were over 100 students absent and only a handful of teachers who made it into work on time. I don't understand the city! They warn us of the snowfall. They tell us about the black ice! But they don't plow and sand the streets! And worst of it all I heard a rumour that White Rock sold all of their snow plows in the summer because they didn't think they needed them anymore! So none of the streets get plowed in White Rock unless the Surrey plows are finished with the main areas! Ridiculous!