Category: Parenting

Tales of raising five children using the developmental attachment approach of Dr. Gordon Neufeld.

Overheard at My House – Sign of the Times

Overheard at My House – Sign of the Times

My children asked if they could use their blankets and comforters to make tents in the living room. I heartily approved.

When I was little we called them “forts.”

My children proudly called me to come and inspect their “condos”!

I’m starting to feel my age…

1000 Ways I am Thankful

1000 Ways I am Thankful

(My oldest daughter (soon to be eleven) saw a blog on with a gratefulness list and was inspired to write her own. –Jenn)

I am Thankful For…

      1. 1. Mommy aka MrsPages
        2. Daddy aka MrPages
        3. LittlePage2
        4. LittlePage3
        5. LittlePage4
        6. LittlestPage5
        7. Mommy’s homemade bread
        8. My body
        9. My mind
        10. My food
        11. My clothes
        12. Good friends
        13. -20C winter days with clear blue skies and sparkling snow
        14. Wool blankets on -35C nights
        15. Family Camp at Red Rock Camp
        16. The person (or people) who invented tag
        17. Play structures
        18. Doctors
        19. Books
        20. I sleep in the same room as LittlePage2
        21. I am home schooled
        22. I have 4 other Little Pages too play with
        23. I will be old enough to be able to baby sit next year
        24. We can sponsor 3 children who don’t have very much
        25. People who care listen to me

–LittlePage1 (who is not so little anymore!)

Who needs baseboards?

Who needs baseboards?

The year was 1997. We had just bought our first house. It was cheap. For a reason. We knew it needed work. We knew it would take a few years to make it look nice. We joked with people that we were on the ten year plan. We were joking. Deep down in our deluded hearts, we thought it would just take a few years.

Christmas that year found us at a Christmas party. Someone mentioned how the host had baseboards just like their own. I stared quizzically at the commenter, because there were no baseboards on the wall. The hosts had apparently replaced the carpet and had not found time to put the new baseboards on. The walls had been baseboard-less for two years or so. The commenter had apparently been without baseboards for almost ten years. I was aghast! I was also innocent and naive.

Four babies and ten years later our home is still without baseboards. We removed them before we moved in in order to rip out the pea green carpets and refinish the oak hardwoods that were hiding underneath. We just never got to the baseboards. The furnace blew. In November. The installers left blood on the concrete floor trying to get the new model to fit with forty year old ducting. The roof went the next summer. Then the hot water tank, while Mr Pages was away on a business trip.

The deck finally caved in and became such a death trap for our preschoolers that we ripped it out. In trying to erect a play structure we found an old above ground pool that the previous owner had buried in the back yard. We keep waiting for skeletons. The wind storm the following autumn took our fence.

Inside, we were not faring well either. The dishwasher exploded into the basement. The dryer finally sputtered out its last warm breath. While the house was wired for ground, none of the outlets had three prongs, so Mr Pages dutifully began exchanging them all. Until he pulled out one box in the basement and found the back charred and melted. There had been an electrical fire in the wall. So out came the entire basement. (No loss. It was decorated in sixties black floor tile and orange stained chip board.) Ten men, several sledgehammers and a reciprocating saw make for a interesting Saturday afternoon. We eventually had to replace the whole main electrical box

Baby number five required us to replace the sagging patio doors and make a storage room into a nursery.

And so nine years later and several blown budgets, we are still without baseboards. The pantry is almost done, though. The front hall entryway just needs drywalling. The basement is framed, insulated and some of the walls are primed.

Most importantly, we have learned that you really can do anything you set your mind too. Plumbing, electrical, framing, roofing, drywalling – if we have wanted it done, we have checked out a book from the library and done it.

And really who needs baseboards anyway? Where else would we store all those Cheerios?

Kitchen Rabbits

Kitchen Rabbits

We have a pet rabbit. It is currently located in the kitchen, due to renovations in the basement. It was supposed to be temporary, but building has taken many months more than expected. He’s just a part of the kitchen decor now.

My fifteen month old daughter started calling him “bunnee” a few months ago. About a month ago it progressed to “rabbee” and then a week ago the “t” was finally added – “rabbeet.”

She understands fully what a rabbit is, identifying wild rabbits on our lawns, Bugs Bunny on someone’s shirt, and bunnies in books. Last Wednesday, we were at a friend’s house, helping with some painting. My youngest toddled around the kitchen saying, “Rabeet. Rabeet.” I didn’t think much of it. My friend’s mom is an artist. I thought maybe one of the many art pieces had a rabbit on it.

Then today, at another friend’s house, my daughter kept looking around the kitchen floor saying “Rabeet. Rabeet.”

It suddenly twigged on me and I realized she was looking for a rabbit. She has decided that all good kitchens should have there very own “rabeets!”

Thank you Little One for your beautiful innocence and simplicity. It blessed my day.