This summer, we roamed around Alberta. From Waterton in the south to Japser, Drumheller, and around Edmonton. Through all these travels, we made all manner of memories. Well at least three of us did. The little one didn’t but in making memories with him, I think there was something far more important happening. We were all seeing how this family that had been only three for so long functioned as four; and we saw how little smiles and giggles gave new energy to all of us. Spirit Island is one of those bucket list shots for me, and with Nut strapped to my chest, I managed to get a shot that I can’t wait to see printed on the wall. There is another print that I want – and it’s very much on the other side of this one. It’s a panorama of Lake Minnewanka that is a washed out black and white. I took that one when Nut was still on his way. We visited the mountains as a family to celebrate his impending arrival and a milestone anniversary for the grandparents. That’s another one that I want on the wall, and together, I think they tell quite a story of how a little change can bring all manner of life to the world.
So this weekend, while visiting family in Lethbridge, at an age of just over seven months, it seems that little K has become self aware. For the first time, he signed for milk, moved with intent, and participated in a game. I know Bug went through all these stages, but they happened so fast that it seems that they may have not been appreciated. This time however, they were duly noted.
We’d seen him lighting up and paying attention to all manner of things over the past few weeks, but now that those lights are on, and we can see that someone is home… things are going to get far more interesting.
It’s time to baby proof.
Just like today, at least this morning, it was pretty cold 6 years ago. With one small difference. I was still waiting to be a dad. Bug was resting after trying to be born all night, and it’s not until quarter to 5 in the evening that she’s actually arrive. But what a time this last six years have been. Some of the hardest, but most rewarding times I’ve ever had. I was terrified when Bug showed up. A girl? Huh? I don’t have sisters, I didn’t grow up with any girls… what was I getting myself into? Well it turns out, it is loads of hugs, a tonne of giggles, and some quizzicle looks followed by an emphatic Daaadeeeee… Oh yeah, and Lego, lots of Lego… Star Wars, Disney, fashion, and stuffies.
So another year has come and this year is the first in many where I’m not seeing any really dark clouds or major barriers on the horizon. This year actually seems calm. So by saying that I may have likely jinxed myself.
In getting here lots has changed. The biggest one is sitting on my lap as I type this complaining… Yes, Peanut I know you are hungry! Don’t eat your father! I can’t remember if 2010 felt this way before the layoff, but I think with all the news in the air at the time, everyone knew something was going to happen, and regardless, there would be blood as it were. This time, even with oil in the tank, I’m not worried as much because I’m with a much better organization and with a skill set that is being sought out by employers.
We are also in a home now that we know we will be in for many years and building ties into our neighbourhood that we haven’t before. The poinsettia that is pictured is a present from the Judges next door. This gives strength, even as things like illness try to take it away. Nobody in the house is ill, but our extended family and friends have battled, and sometimes won, against cancer and other ailments. If you don’t have your health, you don’t have anything has never rung more true.
Finally, this is the 10th anniversary year. So in many ways, we get to do things over again with some better ideas as to what not to do in life, but this time, we get to take the kids along.
And so it goes. Time moves one, things change, but now those changes are looking up.
Well here we are. The million dollar family. So called because there is one son to inherit the wealth of the family and one daughter to grow the wealth. Or whatever that is supposed to be these days. For Neelam and I, it’s the Mastercard family. It’s priceless.
Khyan arrived October 10, 2014, and after a short stay with his nurse friends, things are starting to settle at home. Aishani is totally rocking being a big sister and Neelam is being a super-trooper mommy. To say that I’m massively lucky is an understatement. With all that we’ve gone through to get here, luck need some supernatural intervention to get the job done.
When Aishani was born, I wanted to document her life in text, but sadly that didn’t happen. She has been very well documented in photos and videos on the other hand, so I think I’m ok. But I’m going to try again with Khyan. But instead of on Househusbands, I’ll do it here. I’ll see what I can do with that other domain.
So what is there about Khyan that is worth documenting? Well, he adores his sister. He’s a ravenous little tike who will just as easily try to eat a bib, a hand, or a clavicle! If I were to record the sound, it would be the effects track for a zombie movie. Oh yeah, the tired hangry Khyan is very zombie like.
I’m travelling for work for most of November, so I’m going to miss out on what will effectively be a month of his young life. I know others have missed more, but this still hurts to think about. Thankfully I’ll be back on the weekends. I can sleep when I’m out on the road, missing my munchkin and peanut.