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Okay, before you get your big girl panties in a frenzy, yes, Blissdom Canada 2013 was fill of bliss.
Yes, I came home feeling spoiled, inspired and loved.
The wine was great, the food was excellent (as was confirmed by my scale this morning), the sponsors were terrific, the speakers were phenomenal. Tears of every kind were shed.
I learned a little, felt a lot and above all was reconnected with my dreams and for all of that, I do want to give a few shout outs…
First off, all you Blissdom Girls (& couple boys) you’re fabulous in every sense of the word. You ROCKED this challenge and proved that Canadians have all it takes to be the success we dream of. You are inspirations and I’m honoured to be able to call at least some of you my friends!
Sleep Country Canada – Although I didn’t win your Tempur-Pedic bed, “Bliss” is a welcome addition to our family. Thank you.
19 Crimes – Thanks for delicious wine, the cool t-shirt and for allowing me to wrap myself in your silky Australian accent. (Yes, ladies I was enraptured by the man, please don’t pretend that you weren’t!)
Good luck on your big launch this new year. I’m sure your “preferred location” will be absolutely fabulous! (And, just so you’re not lying awake worrying about me, my husband did let me in the house even though I didn’t win one of your gorgeous baskets.) 😉
Cottonelle – If I could make a suggestion for next year, KLEENEX! Blissdom Canada likes to bring out our tears and we can never find KLEENEX. Please, next year, could you bring that in your arsenal of awesomeness? That being said, #LetsTalkBums… Thank you for saving us from the standard 1-ply hotel TP! My bum is feeling very loved. 🙂
The BeautyTeam – You took a 40-year-old tired, and very sick mom and made her feel like there was still some beauty to be found! Thank you for that.
Tim Hortons – I’m not going to thank you for the donuts that made my scale jump to crazy heights this morning but I am truly grateful of the #timspiration and the peppermint tea I lived on this weekend as I fought a cold while attending Blissdom. Thank you. Your staff was tremendous and I loved having to the chance to connect with them.
UNICEF – Always nice to get a chance to catch up with all that you do and are striving for. Plumpy Nut was an experience, I now truly appreciate my running water but, even more importantly, I’ve been challenged to make bigger changes in my world and I’m hoping that you will be a big part of it. #StayTuned
McDonald’s – Thanks for not bringing fries and Big Macs – my scale thanks you too. 😉
Canadian Lentils – All I want to say is “YUM!” ….Delicious, delicious, delicious!
Chevrolet – Although I was EXTREMELY disappointed to miss your test driving session on Thursday, I was happy to see you’re pretty faces at Blissdom again. Thank you for the power station and for introducing us to the Chevrolet Hockey Helmet Program & “Chevy” – that kid’s got some moves!”
And since I could go on all day with specific mentions of sponsors, I’ll just leave it at this…. Thank you, Thank you, Thank you.
Now on to the good part and why this is NOT a “Blissful” follow-up…
I am shutting down this blog.
Yes, after spending three days at the best blogging conference in the county, this post and one more (to let you know my plan) will be my last.
I will no longer be blogging on “A bear, A ladybug and A peanut”.
Thanks Blissdom Canada for giving me the courage & support to bring this to an end. I love you all!
Stay tuned, I promise you’ll all want to see where this weekend has led me, I just have to fill my husband in first. 😉
Lots of Blissful Love,
I started off this year with high hopes of writing often. Photographing everything and documenting all our highs, lows and daily grinds…
Ya, that didn’t happen.
So what did? Life, I suppose, but that’s no excuse.
I started off ok but then January 25th my youngest got sick and then, shortly afterwards, I got sick.
Now I don’t mean I had a cold, or a headache or anything minor that I could or should have pushed through (although, I did try to for the first 5 days). I mean I got sick. Pneumonia to be precise. Three full weeks in bed with the inability to move, eat or even get myself to the washroom. Ya, sick.
Then, a week after I first got laid up, my little ladybug got sick. First with pink eye, then with an extreme asthma attack, followed soon after by pneumonia. Ya, that’s just how we roll around here. If it isn’t one thing, it’s another! Anyway, pneumonia isn’t fun for anyone but for my ladybug it can be very dangerous. She has very narrow airways and any kind of congestion is bad but once it gets to the pneumonia stage she’s walking on thin ice.
But I’m sick, remember?! Step in my husband Wayne.
Let me premise this with the statement that Wayne is a fabulous father. Helpful. Loving. Engaged. But when it comes to the medical knowledge of our kids, well, that’s my department. Wayne does not do doctors, hospitals or needles… EVER.
But he stepped up. He held down the fort so to speak. He came through when the chips were down.
Even when, just as I was starting to get some wind back in my sails, our youngest fell to the virus in our house, Wayne held strong.
Fast forward to the end of February – we’re all run down and still coughing but life is starting to return to normal. Wayne takes us to Ottawa with him while he attends a conference. We visit friends. We visit museums. We rest.
Then my mother delivers some tragic news. My Aunt Lynn (a fabulously positive and determined women) passed away. After successfully beating cancer twice in her lifetime, complications arising from her third fight took too big a toll on her body and she could fight no more.
We were on our way home from Ottawa but Wayne couldn’t attend the funeral. He had commitments he couldn’t postpone or miss so I took the children on to Midland alone. Still recovering from being sick, I tried my best not to cough on everyone and not to spread pink eye that was still circling through my children over and over again.
When we finally returned home, much delayed and fighting exhaustion I was indifferent. Lost. I felt disconnected from everyone and everything. I couldn’t get motivate. I put on almost all the weight I had lost prior to getting sick. I couldn’t write, tweet, or engage.
I celebrated my thirty-ninth birthday during this time. I wasn’t depressed about my birthday (I don’t get to worked up about my age, my son turning 8 soon is another story!) but still so indifferent.
In comes March Break. Usually I am not a fan of March Break but this year proved much different thanks to the weather.
I am a sun girl and this week has offered up weather that literally makes my heart sing! We’ve been outside everyday soaking up the rays. We took a trip to the Welland Canal. We’ve walked on the beach. We’ve started our seeds for our garden.
Things are looking up!
So, although I did completely dropped the ball on my New Year’s Resolution and even though I’m not a fan of excuses, I’m going to let myself off the hook for the past (almost) two months and try to just get back on my horse.
How have your new years resolutions been going? Anybody else dropped the ball? Are you going to start over or give up?
So for this day, you get three glimpses into our silly world!
No, not the kids!
My sister is living in Australia for the next year or so and sent some fun little cut outs for the kids to put together.
Yesterday I was thrilled to be apart of the first ever Club 21 Canada Day Parade Float!
With the help of a tractor & wagon from one of our farm families, some strategically placed Canadian flags and a few not so subtle Down Syndrome Awareness signs, we loaded up some of our kids and families and joined the festivities as we made our way around the Square in Goderich for the annual Canada Day Parade!
The float was a great success and more importantly, we all had a fantastic time!
HAPPY CANADA DAY from Club 21 – Huron County!
From my family to yours, Happy Canada Day Weekend. We hope you’re enjoying the sun.
More specifically the “no other symptoms but my kid is burning up” fevers.
These are my kids favourite kind and the fevers that keep me up for nights on end and leave me feeling helpless, alone and most importantly that our health care professionals really don’t have a clue.
My little bear is in the middle of one of these mysterious, no specific cause, just let it run its course fevers right now.
It started yesterday morning (yes, Happy Mother’s Day to Me) and is still continuing.
Let me fill you in on the pattern….
My fiercely independent bear becomes overly clingy and seems uncharacteristically warm. I grab a thermometer and discover yes, at 101.6 my suspicions are correct. I dose her in both Tylenol AND Advil measuring for her weight and not for her age (tired of being accused by all-knowing Docs that I must be under dosing). And wait. Now, none of my children seem to react very quickly to fever reducers. They love to keep their mother on the edge of her seat and prefer to take close to 1.5 hrs to allow that temp to come back to a level that I’m comfortable with.
So, I wait and eventually the fever reduces to a more reasonable 99.3 and I can breathe a little easier.
However, that calm is only ever shortly lived and usually, between 1/2 – 1 hr before I can safely give any more medication the fever will spike back up.
Last night my baby girl’s temperature was 102.4 and I still had 45 min before any other medication could be given. I give her cold drinks. I use cold compresses and strip her down. By the time it was closer to the proper time, my little bear was HOT (103.4). I give her all I can (medication wise) I hold her on my lap and wait very impatiently for her body to stop burning.
And this is our cycle. The same pattern every four hours (Tylenol) & six hours (Advil) for all of my kids each time.
“But why?” my husband asks. “Didn’t she just have a fever a couple of weeks ago? What was wrong then?”
Yes, it was just a couple of weeks ago (2.5 actually) but we never figured out the reason. It just “ran its course”.
“Should we take her in to see the doctor?” my husband asks. “I don’t know.” I say, knowing that there aren’t any other symptoms and most likely they’re just going to tell me it’s just a virus and again, it just needs to “run its course”.
And finally, after three days of this pattern of roller coaster temperatures and a couple of bottles of fever reducers later, I’ll take her into town to see the doctor and he/she won’t have an answer. We’ll go home and wait to see if, in the next few days we finish with our little ride or if we’ll find ourselves back in at the ER department with a very sick child on our hands.
I’m hoping this ride, like most of them, is over sooner than later because the few that we’ve experienced that are more than expected, are nothing I’d wish on any parent.