Canada Moms Blog

Celebrating Easter

This coming weekend is Easter.  A time for hunting for Easter eggs, gathering with family, eating a feast the likes of which rivals that of Christmas dinner.

My husband and I are Christians, so in addition to the above we celebrate the story of Jesus' resurrection with our family (And now everyone freaks out because The Church Lady is here).

Honestly though, I am unlike many who try to force others to celebrate Easter in the spirit that it was originally created.  We do, but do not expect others to do the same. This is why when I hear about a church that reaches out and impacts its community (10% of the population!) my heart is warmed. They are following the example of this Jesus dude that Easter is all about and are just loving those in their community. Easter egg hunts included.

Use (Don't Lose) Your Noggin

While reading the local paper online this week, I came across this article discussing whether or not helmets should be mandatory on ski hills. The topic is all over the news in the past week or so due to the untimely death of Natasha Richardson after she suffered a head injury while on a ski trip to Quebec.

The head of a local ski association was quoted as saying:

“From an adult point of view, we strongly believe that we should all have a bit of personal choice here,” he said. “And, by all means, we encourage people to consider wearing a helmet, but they should understand that there is a limitation to every helmet you put on your head. It doesn‘t necessarily mean you‘re invincible.”

I agree.

HOWEVER. Accidents happen. (See also: The story he was commenting upon.)

Surviving Spring Break

I spent half of a decade mired in the trenches of Babyhood. There was milk to be distributed, food to be pureed, diapers to be changed, bums to be wiped (Um. Still not quite done with the last two. I have three kids and the youngest is two-and-a-half.)

My oldest child is now in the first grade. He is a social child and looks forward to school with pure excitement. He is there five days a week this year, and would probably go every single day if it were an option. That boy of mine loves to learn, to play, to interact. School is the highlight of his life.

His brother is but a mere twenty months younger than he is (Though two school years behind.) He is in preschool two mornings a week and counts down the days until his next class with complete and utter enthusiasm.  He, too, is social. If you know me at all then you are not surprised at the fact that I have birthed three overly-social beings who like to be with other people and have a good time while doing so.