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Hallmark Makes a Grown Man Cry

Sunday, April 24th, 2011

My husband’s job sometimes takes him away from home. He doesn’t like going; the kids hate when he goes. Having FaceTime and Skype has been a godsend, letting my husband say goodnight to the kids, share silly stories about the day and just spend some time together even though they are distances away.

On his last trip my husband arrived home after the kids went to bed and he would be gone again before they really woke-up; not a very happy homecoming for everyone.hallmark_recordable_frame

In stepped Hallmark with a solution: their Memory Keeping Recordable Frame ($29.95 Cdn).

When visiting the Outrigger Waikiki on the Beach when visiting Hawaii for the first time earlier this year, one of our best vacations to-date. The folks at the Outrigger took a great family photo of us, including me (which is rare since I’m usually the one taking the photos). Giving their dad a copy of the photo to take with him on trips is a nice idea, but the recordable frame added a whole other dimension. Each one of our three kids recorded a line that had some connection with our trip and with them personally; a line that would resonate with my husband and stir-up pleasant memories of our vacation. The kids loved recording their lines. The set-up was easy and they could keep re-recording until they were happy with it (the recording is only 10 seconds long). Once happy with their recording, there’s a lock button on the back to avoid re-recording over the audio by accident but it also means you can add a new photo later with a new recording.

I thought my husband would like the frame when I gave it to him but I never expected his reaction; he cried! The picture was nice but hearing the kids saying their vacation lines (Aloha dad! Let’s go to the beach! Surf’s up!) brought tears to his eyes; tears of joy.

The recordable frame now sits on his desk, in his office. When he’s having a rough day or has to work late he just plays the frames audio (a button at the top of the frame). And it travels with him too.

We give gifts on birthday’s and anniversary’s and other special occasions, but sometimes the best gifts come out of the blue, based on everyday life.

The folks at Hallmark sent me a Memory Keeping Recordable Frame but this post is solely my thoughts, something that occurred spontaneously from a moment in my family’s life.

Ken is Officially Off the Market

Monday, February 14th, 2011

If you were heading to work this morning and happened to pass through Union Station you may have caught a glimpse of Ken and his Kentourage. barbie_ken_together_againYou may have even been one of the lucky ladies to have received a pink rose from one of these charming guys. But don’t be fooled ladies, Ken is off the market.

Ken has been working to get Barbie back into his life. We have one of his pleas posted in the streetcar shelter near our house. Today Barbie said yes, changing her Facebook status to ‘in a relationship’. I didn’t even know Barbie had a Facebook page. You can see how Ken won Barbie back as well as send them congratulations by visiting www.barbieandken.

To celebrate, Ken and his Kentourage will be down at Union Station handing out pink roses until 3 p.m. today. It may not be a profession of love to you but who can argue with receiving a pink rose from a handsome gentleman on Valentine’s Day.

Happy Valentine’s Day Ken and Barbie and all you lovely people.

My husband is usually so polite

Saturday, January 2nd, 2010

My husband is the type of guy who holds the door open for people at the mall or helps an elderly person up the stairs or lets someone with one item go in front of his two shopping carts full of stuff. He’s very polite, usually. But all this changes on New Years Day.

One of the first things we do as a family on New Years Day is visit my in-laws. When we arrive my husband dashes in front of everyone on the walkway to get to the door first. Not to open it for us, but to make sure he’s the first one through the door. It seems there’s a superstition my mother-in-law believes that the first person to cross her threshold, the first footer or ‘lucky bird’, can influence the entire next year. And if you want it to be a lucky year that person needs to be a dark haired man. A blond or red-haired person is bad luck and a woman? Well, let’s just say historically people were encouraged to deter woman from crossing the threshold first, even if it meant using a gun (I’m not kidding). Thank goodness my mother-in-law likes me.

So every New Year’s Day my husband is the first one invited into my mother-in-laws house before anyone else. Thank goodness New Year’s is only one day. Are there any New Year superstitions you or your family believe in?

Only a dark haired man need to apply

Only a dark haired man need to apply

Keep Your Pants On

Tuesday, August 25th, 2009

I’m not saying I’m a prude, but my view on nudity is not as relaxed as my husbands. And my kids are following in his footsteps. I certainly don’t want my kids to feel uncomfortable with their bodies and being nude or minimally dressed (when we’re in the house mind you), so I make a real effort to not over react or react to quickly.

When my husband comes home the first thing he does is lose the pants. He hangs around in his underwear. Now I work from home so the days of dressing in ‘work clothes’ are behind me, but I remember the feeling of changing into something more comfortable. Now my kids have started following his example. Our family room is usually full of people hanging out in their underwear (good thing we’re this room is on the third floor).

But now my husband has taken his routine of shedding his office skin too far. One evening he walked through the door with his pants already undone and just dropped them in the front hall. What’s next? Taking his pants off when he leaves the office, before he gets into the car? And the kids? Stripping off as they leave the school building? To avoid this I’ve started calling my husband just before he leaves work to remind him to keep his pants on. So far so good.

Does you husband do some crazy things your kids copy?

Why Men Suck at being Sick

Saturday, May 16th, 2009

I sit here in the living room with my youngest, watching her peaceful sleep on the couch, fighting her fever. If it was my son laying here sick, it wouldn’t be so peaceful.

We all know (at least I hope) that men and women are different, some differences more obvious then others. But based on my experiences with the two men in my house (my husband and my son), I think I have discovered another difference; a gene giving men the inability to deal with aches, pains and overall discomfort.

You know what I’m talking about, though you may be reluctant to admit it. It’s typically visible during cold season. Along with the runny nose and cough comes the whimpers and exaggerated sighs. These once very active people now need someone else to assist them with simple tasks of tossing tissues and fetching drinks and adjusting the rabbit ears for better reception. It’s amazing how one simple cold can bring the vail of death on a person. Both my husband and son are unlucky carriers of this gene (it seems to pass down through the male side of the family).

Don’t get me wrong, if aliens were to land on earth tomorrow to enslave us all, my husband would be one of the first to join the fight to keep his family safe. When my first daughter made her premature arrival, my husband jumped in without hesitation or fear (at least not visible fear). I couldn’t have handled the whole ordeal without his amazing strength of spirit, character and heart.

But infect him with a cold bug and you would think his internal organs had just imploded. Oh the suffering! Add to this the maturity of a four year old and you can understand why I’m hypervigilant about keeping my son well.

But somehow when women get sick, they seem to contain or control their suffering (though I know I usually need to be medicated to do this). Perhaps it’s not by coincidence that this gene seems to be passed down through the men in the family. Stereotypically it has fallen to women to take care of the families everyday needs. They are also given the monumentous and painful task of bearing children (I would need an epidural just to deal with the pain of watching my husband try to handle childbirth). At the moment there isn’t a fix for this gene, but by working to keep the cold bugs away I can hopefully cut down on the number of times my guys get sick (which will make everyone happy).

And yes, I know there are exceptions to every rule and if you are or know a man who doesn’t have this gene, congratulations (but don’t brag about it to the rest of us).


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