Chloe Addison Kirk

She has arrived... our sweet baby girl!!!!!

A dreamy, calm state has come over me. I am soothed by your presence. I hold you close and surround myself in your loveliness. Your sweet smell. Your gentle breath. Your curious eyes and silly grunts.

When you were born, I cried and cried tears of joy. I pinch myself often to make sure this is real. I wouldn't trade anything for these three treasures in my life. You. Your Brother. Your Daddy. Our family. Thank you for coming into our lives sweet girl.

Within Reach

Each day that goes by, you become closer to our hearts. We imagine what you will look like and what kind of little person you will become. Each day, I get a closer glimpse of what life for your brother will be like upon your arrival. I know he will love you and be so excited to have a new playmate that doesn't have to go home at the end of the day. I am sure he will look for you in the morning when he wakes and he will kiss you goodnight with sweet, tender kisses. I can also bet he will have good intentions most of the time but he may allow your cuteness to get the best of him and then he will get carried away with his affections. He may poke you or get too curious about you and annoy you a little.

We are only days away from meeting you. We wonder if you will be a boy or a girl. Either way, we can only hope you will be as happy to join our family as we eagerly await your arrival. Loving you and so glad you are within reach. We will just wait now.

parenting the strong-willed child

I am reading a book right now about strong-willed children. It offers a five week program to diminish behavioural issues relating to strong-willed children and how to maximize the many positive attributes associated with this personality type.

I haven't entirely "bought in" to this concept but figure I have nothing to loose. I wonder if my parents contemplated picking up some reading material on the subject throughout their child rearing days with me.

I often argue that with my personality type there are many, many wonderful aspects I can offer to this world and you've got to take the good with the bad. My husband is reminded of this during every conflict we may encounter. The bull in me resides. It will always remain.

It will be interesting to see how this unfolds. My sister is secretly laughing and I am sure my parents are too!

Stay tuned......

A random quote of the day

I come to thee an empty canvass. It is only with you I can become a masterpiece.
- Laura Kirk, on the subject of marriage to her husband.

everything miniature

It occured to me the other day that I have neglected to ever write about my love for dolls and everything miniature. My husband just learned this recently too. I suppose it has been a hidden delight of mine.

Everything miniature has a place in my heart but doll houses and train sets are my absolute favourite. With another child on the way, I wonder if I can have the best of both worlds one day... even if we have another boy. What's wrong with doll houses??? Do you suppose a house full of boys would embrace the idea?? If we are blessed with a girl, I will at least have an ally!

I remember visiting a specialty shop on Main Street one day in Hamilton. It was full of teddy bears and doll houses. I stayed there for a very long visit. I peeked into every window of every doll house and imagined what it was like to live there. I wished for a second I could be one of the dolls. The comfort of the little chairs and beds. The delicate lamps that were operational and added such ambiance. The magic of it all. I used to play with dolls for hours on end as a young girl. I would give them such precious names that I one day had hoped to name my own children after. Valerie and Chrissy topped the list. I shudder at the thought of naming a child that now.... not that there is anything wrong with those names! haha!

I used to believe my dolls were alive when I left them at night. The mystery. The magic of childhood. My sister would often make my life even more magical by moving the dolls when I wasn't looking! It made me believe!

on the subject of yams

I am creeping into my own society of warmth. I am trying to eliminate the wasteful things we do in a day that makes time escape us so quickly. Afterall, it is only time we have in the grand scheme of things. I have been dreaming vivid, colourful dreams lately. I am sure it is because my state of mind is feeling free. My dream cycle is always a good indication of my mental health. There were days, though long ago, my dreams were full of panic-stricken fear. I sleep better now.

Perhaps with age we come to a place where we find peace in so many crevices of our lives. I yam what I yam. I am okay with who I yam. I even love yams.

Easy prey

In disbelief, I stare at the package and it's empty. All of that juicing and cleansing I have been doing can all go up in smoke with chocolate as my greatest enemy. I thought I would save them for "guests" but truth be told, I ate the whole package of select, individually wrapped chocolate morsels. The sad part is, I had to unwrap each and every one so it's not like a just had a free ride that sometimes catches up with you. I had to make a conscious effort to unwrap each one. Lots of energy expended too. By the end, I had it down pat though... scissors come in handy. A single snip and presto! Pop right into my mouth. I think it's a very sad state of affairs when you actually write about chocolate too!

I have been working very hard at my new "eating regime" (I will not call it a diet!) because it is far more than this. Funny thing is, most times, it is very easy but all it takes is an emotional day for me and I am easy prey.

Pray for me. I wonder if Gerard noticed all of the wrappers on the counter. If he did, he is a Saint because he never mentioned it!

My short story in progress

He stood at ground level. Pulled himself up into the window that welcomed him. Wide open with remnants of glass that looked like sharp teeth now surrounding him as he carefully jumped down. Shattered glass spilling all over the floor below. He tossed his bag aside and wiped the sweat off his brow. Gulped some water from his battered old water bottle that had been refilled several times. The label now faded. He stood for a moment with his hands on his hips and surveyed the room. "It will do", he said quietly to himself. "It will have to."



He lost track of how many days he spent there. He had set up a place to sleep- a blanket and some cardboard beneath to bear some of the dampness that ravaged the house when the sun went down. Sometimes he could see his own breath. Often he would shiver himself to sleep while trying to hum one of his favourite songs. Quiet. Stillness filled the air. A good night's sleep was a mere fantasy. He remembered the comfort of a mattress, the fluffiness of a pillow, the tossing and turning and feel of her warmth. Her breath sometimes tickled his neck as she spooned him good night. It was all gone. A faded memory. A single ounce of love that sustained him like a feast for a thousand Lords.