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R.I.P. 2007-06-16 22:31:00 Seepher1991-2007 We went though so much together. Lived in 3 major cities.6 residences.2 marriages.1 dog.2 babies.3 fish.16 and a half years.5709 days. Sure she puked on my rugs as many times and she was with me in days, made a mess of her food and her litter was everywhere. She would bite my ankles and lick the icing of my cupcakes. She was also the best little cuddler, purred full of love and made me smile. Have a nice sleep Seepher. A nice peaceful long sleep. I will miss you.
twice bit 2007-06-21 08:09:00 From yesterday #1:Playing with the kids, a lot, it was a kind of hang around the house day, and the constant noise, chatter, noise, chatter, that usually means everything to me, was actually getting to me. I even said it out loud, which is completely unfair to the children, but I said, "Come on guys, can we try to be a little more quiet? The noise is kind of getting to me today."The response I got from Ben was, "So Mom, then why did you have children?"Bit. In the ass.From yesterday #2:We did end up getting organized enough to go out and accomplish a few errands. We were all set to go, and I called to Trevor for the second time to please come along. The response I got from from Trevor was, "Mom, it takes paishunce you know, lots of paishunce."Again. In the ass.
the day off that actually means less 2007-06-25 09:24:00 Why is it when the husband gets a day off work due to a holiday, that it actually leaves the wife less time to herself?
Snack Wars 2007-07-15 11:47:00 It's summertime...aaaahhh....when we are rarely home. It's fun, it's liberating, it's exhausting, but we wouldn't change it for anything.One place we frequent daily, sometimes two or three times in the day is the community pool where we are members. The kiddies do their lessons in the morning, as well as "Junior Junior Swim Team" (which is just way too frickin' cute for words) and the Mommies do their Aquasize while the kids sit on the side and laugh at us, or go to the park with the pool appointment Leaders in Training. We then often go back for free swim in the afternoon, and sometimes evening.But in between, it's all about the snacks. The Snack
s.While we are all congregated poolside between activities and dips in the pool, everyone has their snacks. It's war. It's an unwritten, non-verbalized war, but the 'looks' and the competition is there.WHO brings the healthiest snacks? The heartiest? Some are even equipped with what looks like a full meal with all food groups being
'Out of Play' 2007-07-17 08:19:00 There was a great article in the Montreal Gazette yesterday. In fact, I clipped it out and have re-read it a few times. Even though it isn't anything new, or earth shattering, it is something that is constantly being discussed among parents everywhere. It's not long. Go ahead, I'll wait...You can read it here. And what you just read? I am guilty. I do find that I am a Nervous Nelly when I see them climb (what I think) is too high, or run too fast (in fear of a fall = road rash). I am leaning towards driving them to school and picking them up, for many reasons, but one of those reasons is to protect my 5 year old babies from those nasty, 12 year old bullies, right? They don't need to witness any pre-teen hormonal outbreaks, our sort tempered fist fights, no sir! I am keeping them in a bubble as long as I can. But is it right?How else can they learn, figure things out themselves? Same going back to letting them play outside unattended. We aren't in a location that they can do so in
Just stopping by... 2007-07-25 23:07:00 ...my own blog to say goodbye. We are all set for a week in this exact humble cottage:That resides right smack in the middle on the south side of:Which is a 12 minute walk from:Happy summer everyone...see you when we get back!Cape Cod or BUST!
Let's talk about... 2007-08-19 19:59:00 ...poo.OK ok ok....enough already, I know I am way late with the report from the bestest family vacation EV-AH! It's coming, hopefully soon. But for the moment, I gotta talk about...poo.My boys have absolutely no interest in wiping their own butts. None. We have been preparing (warning?) them that they will learn how before starting school.This is the now.Needless to say, one night during our vacation, this question was posed in the middle of supper, "How many more sleeps till we go home?" And after a rather lengthy and amusing conversation, it was solved that the question stemmed from one very disappointed boy who said, "I don't wanna go home cause then I have to wipe my own bum."Yes my dear, yes, you do.Now we are in the now. We are working on it. As one may expect, one guy doing a wee bit better than the other. Hopefully it will all work out, and he won't continue to wipe all leftover excrement all the way up his back by September 4. We are really working on that part of the deal
Ell-oh-ess-eee-are 2007-08-26 11:52:00 When your husband has to leave the house at 11:45, and at 11:00 he says "Wife, you have plenty of time to go get the groceries before I leave." You take him up on that cause you get to go childless. It's not a big list. It is more than do-able.It's done, you are at the cash paying at 11:35, you give your husband a quick call saying all is on schedule, he is most thankful, and not at all worried, even in the unforeseen possibility of a slight delay. At 11:40 I am in the parking lot, heading towards my vehicle, when in fact, it is not my vehicle. Oops. I proceed to wander the parking lot, pushing the cart with $138 groceries in tow (remember, I said it was a short list - Bwah ha ha!) for what feels like hours. BAM! I am smacked in the head with the remembery that I in fact did not drive the van, but the husband's black sedan. Now I can't remember where the HELL I parked the damn thing. I physically approached not one, but TWO black sedans of same make and model and they were both in
Is it... 2007-08-29 19:57:00 ...a good thing to drink too much wine the night before you meet your only babies' very first 'real' school teachers? You know, the ones who will be spending more waking hours MY babies than myself? The ones who may very well have more influence and more impact on MY babies than I do myself? The ones they may have a crush on? The ones they may say they are in love with? Teachers. I do love them. All of them. Yes, every single one. For all the reasons that we all know, and that my brain is currently too fuzzy to write about properly, in the fashion they deserve. (I just typed desevred). See? Thank God for teachers. But I love my babies more. And I wanna make sure they feel the same. But I won't say it out loud, not until they are at least 10 years old, cause at that point, that's just too creepy. My brother loved his grade 2 teacher so much he cried all day on that last day of grade 2. I was in grade 4. They came and got me to ask me to try to get him out of the boys bathroom. I co
A measure of time 2007-08-28 07:35:00 How do you measure time? Let's say four years of time.For parents : the amazing changes in their children.For Students : a high school diploma, a university degreeFor athletes : the next Olympic GamesFor long distance couples : a feelnig of never endingFor couples : a partnership/marriage, either too short or too longFor professionals : just the beginning of a career, or the quick ending of oneFor the majority : time to enjoy life working, playing, travelling, hobbies, just about anything and everything.Four years isn't really that long of a span of time. It's only 5% of one's life if you are 80 year old.Four years is a very short span of time. It is 100% of one's life to a preschooler.Four years is a blink of your eye, yet taking the time to think of all the blinks and the tears, it can be just way too much time.Four years ago today, my mother died. My Mommy. My best friend. My everything.To me right now, four years feels like forever, yet I will confess to her being gone is in f
When does it matter, and should it, really 2007-08-27 10:55:00 One of the best things (to me) it being so proud for them, even in the simplest of tasks, like dressing oneself. B loves to pick his own clothes, and dress himself. He takes such pride in doing it all on his own, right down to doing up the buttons, even if they are crooked. I do straighten them out for him, when he asks. There are more times than others, when he doesn't really "match". I am not a believer than mismatched clothing on a 5 year old is a fashion faux pas. You can always identify the self-dressers when at the library, the park or the grocery store. I think it is adorable. Today B dressed himself, comes into my room, "How do I look, Mom?" I held back the gasp at the bright red athletic shorts with the orange and brown plaid dress shirt all buttoned up, and said, "Great my love, but do you think that shirt really goes well with those shorts?" and then was immediately pissed off at myself for saying it. He replied in the calmest of manners, "I don't care if they don't match Read more:matter
Open Letter to the Montreal Canadiens 2007-09-24 18:43:00 Dear Montreal
Canadiens,Congratulations on selling out your entire season well before it has started. I would also like to congratulate you on breaking the hearts of many of your fans, especially the youngest ones, but also the old ones. Your system makes it so unbelievably unfair and difficult not only to purchase the tickets, but you completely shut out those with larger families. Your limit to buying only FOUR tickets does what for a family of five, please tell me. How can a family of five, go together to enjoy the game, savour the moment of the two youngest members of said family at their very first NHL game ever. Just imagine their bright blue eyes full of bewilderment, excitement and to feel their tummies all a flutter as their team skates on the ice. Pardon me? What’s that? You can’t? That’s right, because you make such a special experience like that absolutely impossible for your fans to share.I just got off the phone with the Ottawa Senators. I can buy five tickets to an Read more:Letter
Deux mille sept 2007-09-20 19:39:00 If you didn't already know, I am so excited for the boys to be in French Immersion at school. From parents of kids previously in this school, their experience was nothing less than exciting, thrilling and amazing at the progress of their children. I was always happy for them, albeit a little skeptical.Well, you know how we all are "My kid is the BEST at...!!!!"Anyway, the boys were a little nervous about going to school in "French". They asked, "Why do we have to do that? It's going to be hard. It's going to be boring."French Immersion in our school bard in Quebec is 85% French, 15% English.I respect their concerns, I honestly did. I never told them, but it was always agreed between the Hubs and myself that should the language barrier ever jeopardize their academics, we'd switch them to an English school if need be.As English as an "English" school gets in our school board in Quebec is 50% English, 50% French.To date, nearing the end of our third full week of French Immersion, ther
7.5 hours to go... 2007-09-17 07:38:00 ...until they come home. They've gone. To school!Which they LOVE!If those two little 5 year old boys only knew how much they have helped me through this big change in our lives, well, they'd likely be asking for a big raise in their allowance. Oh, that is if they got one. This is the start of week 3 of full day kindergarten. We are off to a smashing start full of excitement and new friends, new activities and all that fun. They've done the monarch butterfly cocoon thingy, learned new songs, played dodgeball, made new friends, love the school bus ride, and have to date only expressed one minor concern about the long day. That was last Wednesday. Mid-week of week #2. Other than that, the honeymoon continues. I am certain there will be a crash'n'burn phase once they realize this is no summer camp deal and we are in for the long haul, but hey, perhaps not. We'll deal with it as it happens. So, as for the kiddies, they are exploding with happiness so far. How am I doing? I'll try to
As she emerges from under the... 2007-10-17 20:05:00 ...Facebook addiction. ACK!!!!!!! Scrabulous has sucked me in oooh sooo deeeep. Marla is a smart one and got out while she could. I am weak. Weak for scrabble. So, where the HELL has the time gone? I can't even start. How about a few bullets. T & B are thoroughly enjoying school. They are learning so much french, it's so much fun for all of us. They love their respective teachers. Perhaps a little too much? Ah heck, what's wrong with having a crush on your kindergarten teacher? We are doing piano lessons, also going extremely well.Swimming lessons! Always fun!Is B really learning to read? By jove I think - YES!T has four loose teeth. Today I went to the library and brought home Robert Munsch's "Andrew's Loose Tooth" Too much fun reading that one!We love Robert Munsch. I bought five used Robert Munsch books for $2.50 today. Score!We have our Halloween costumes decided, not telling!B did a 300 piece puzzle. There is a 'naughty' boy at school trying to befriend B, how can I pre
The Production, starring... 2007-10-23 19:29:00 What is bedtime like in your world? Specifically that of the younguns. I always pictured bedtime to be full of warm fuzzy cuddles, snuggles, stories, giggles, kisses, sweet nothings, the final good night, the flick of the night light and be done with it. Right?What? What do you mean WRONG? Huh? I had my mead up my what? Oh. I see. Bedtime here isn't a simple task of jammies, teeth, hands & face, story, kiss & bed. It is a P-R-O-D-U-C-T-I-O-N.And I don't get it. It doesn't matter what time you start the 'routine' it just always seems to take way too long than it should. It's a friggin' circus!Asking for jammies to be put on anywhere from 2-631 times. One thing that occasionally works is the now famed "Jammie Race" to see who can put their jammies on the fastest. I am on a winning streak. Then the bathroom duties, whoever hasn't number two-ed during the day is asked to try. If you ask T, it's a done deal. If you ask B, it it like you just asked him to pull out his toe na Read more:Production
Favourite Blogger Day! 2007-10-27 07:15:00 I received an note about this day on Facebook from a group I joined. Not sure how official this day it is but I knew instantly who I would blog about. You all know her. And if you know her well enough, you also know how much she will eat this up, being the Leo that she is. My favourite blogger is...Dani.Why do I love Dani? It is her 'fault' that ever entered Blogdom. In fact I am pretty sure I asked her "what the hell is a 'blog'?" She spent many of her valuable hours providing me with answers to questions I bombarded her with when I was considering doing a blog myself. (I bet if she only knew back then what a half-assed blogger I would be, she may have spent that time doing something much more productive, like making meatloaf and sweet potato fries, or guacamole, or watching the Amazing Race).Dani's blog is what it is, and it is what she is. Intelligent, smart, witty, funny, emotional, passionate, meaningful, entertaining, insightful, amusing, heartfelt, honest, brutally honest, Read more:Favourite
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Boo! Boo? 2007-10-30 23:01:00 Scared you!!!And now for my other 5 year old son, who makes the prettiest witch in the neighbourhood. Wishing everyone a Happy and Safe Halloween.BOO!
Did you really think? 2007-11-15 23:09:00 Do you all really think
that's how I look when I go to bed??? Really??? Come on peeps, it's much worse than that, and some of you out there know from experience. Dude, that was my Halloween get up. Really! The boys were trolling the streets for my favourite peanut butter cups, and I was at home answering the door. Like that. I would open the door ever so slowly, turn the inside light on, squint a lot, and ask the poor little trick or treater(s), "Hel-l-l-lo?" (in a creaky voice, like someone just crawling out of slumber) "Why did you wake me up? What's going on? So many people keep ringing my bell and waking me up. What? Huh? WHO are YOU?" and so on. The responses I got were varied. - parents who knew me peeing their pants in laughter AT me, I would shut them up by handing them a Coronita. (This is also a reason why my house is one of the most popular on the street, they now start at our house AND end at our house. Gotta give treats to the grown-ups too!)- kids who knew me also laug
another daily 2007-11-14 20:04:00 After I had the twins (May 2002) it was discovered at my annual check-up with my GP in June of 2003 that I had developed hypothyroidism. It's manageable, easily enough by taking one little pill a day, for the rest of my days. It was likely due to the pregnancy, but may have happened anyway. No biggie. Then more recently it was determined, as Marla so gracefully put it, my uterus is an asshole. So, I am also now taking another daily pill for that. Not a forever pill, only about another "10 years is what you've got left" according to the doc, but then it could be replaced with one of those post-menopausal hormone replacement deals. Not ideal situation, but better than other options which include surgery. Some of you may know, I also have rosacea. (please google it yourself, I couldn't decide which link to use) This started when I was in my 20's. It is also a forever condition, no cure, not all that manageable, need to use lots of useless creams, wear cover-up, foundation, whatever yo
Love Letter 2007-11-13 19:07:00 Dear Inventor of the Self-Cleaning Oven,I love you.nancyxo Read more:Letter
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what to do when the cable goes out... 2007-11-20 07:56:00 Get yourself a satellite dish!!Reception to such a contraption has been less than favourable by its host, Sydney, the "Not-so-Wonder-Dog". She cut her leg, wouldn't stop licking it, we tried the creams, home made bandages and she just kept licking it, making it worse. So, a $73 trip to the vet, a $12 pet-head bucket and endless teasing from everyone, she is on the mend...but not too happy about it.
S.O.S. 2007-11-27 20:06:00 The SOS pad amazes me as much as it scares the shit outta me. Just how the hell does it work so well? I am too scared to read the ingredients (if there is such a thing) due to what nuclear types of chemicals that must me in those things. So I burnt a small bit of the spagetti sauce on the bottm of the pot. I scrub. I soak. I soak some more, adding soap. Then bleach. I wash again. Then *bing* I remember I have some SOS pads, and it cleans that sucker up in no time. That's scary. Don't you think SOS Pad is a better name for that miraculously appearing panty liner you forgot you had in your purse but manage to find on that very day it is unexpectedly needed? Just a thought.Another S.O.S. to any of you out there who may still read this dying blog of mine...I need a vacuum. I need a kick-ass vacuum that makes all wayward dog hair clumps disappear. I am willing to take a small loan, against the mortgage is fneeded, please help. Our wonderful, loving, not so wonder dig Sydney defeats all de
Dear Santa, 2007-12-05 19:49:00 I've been an online shopping machine the past couple of evenings...what fun!! One of the cutest things ever, I was at the post office today sending these (all while my heart was melting):Dear Santa
How is Rudolph?Do you have Webkinz?Can you please surprise me withone?I was a good boy all through theyear you were watching meLove Trevor Dear Santa
Are you excited for ChristmasDoes Mrs Claus do all of the cookingI would like a Princess Aurora dressformy Build-a-Bear HoppyMay I please have a Webkinzdalmation if you do not haveone please surprise me.Love Ben
The First Loss 2007-12-14 20:56:00 First the celebratory phone call to Gramps: Then the examination: Followed by the show off:He is so getting this letter tonight. I can't believe how they grow up in front of my very own eyes,. Literally. Brings me to tears for such a myriad of reasons, but most of all, in honour of him and this very important moment in his life. *Please excuse the $1 Santa hat (that's ONE dollar), the kid just won't take it off. Read more:First
How to make a five year old cry. 2008-02-26 19:48:00 Tell him you are taking him to Disney World!!He was so overcome with the emotion of the moment, his big blue eyes got all watery...and since both mine and his Daddy's eyes were already watery from the moment, we asked him if he was crying cause he was so happy. He disagreed, but then asked why he was crying? I guess he just doesn't understand the 'crying for happiness' emotion yet. He kept asking his Dad "For real? Really, for real?" and then he looked at me and asked, "Is it true?" I could hardly contain myself.The other guy? He physically jumped up & down uninterrupted for 10 minutes. You know the one, the same kid who never sat down at the hockey game. I told him we didn't have to wear winter boots or coats and he asked,"Is there snow there?""Nope!""Is there green grass there?""Yes
Happy V.D. 2008-02-14 07:00:00 Only in our house that translates into: Happy
Vomit Day. It started around 1 AM, and we have been going every 10-30 minutes to the bucket &/or toilet and we are STILL going...currently 8 AM. This is only one kid, my poor little B. He is so sad about missing "Valentimes Day" at school. Wishing all of you a day full of love, flowers, chocolates, sushi, wine (or whatever is your thang) and me? All I can smell is puke.
It's real 2008-02-13 08:32:00 The love for a Webkinz is real. Santa brought each boy a Webkinz, this is what they asked for. It is a "real pet Mommy!" For any of you who are familiar with the Webkinz phenomenon, the child adopts their pet on the website. The child gets to choose the gender, the name, what goes in their room among other things, but the one of the things assigned to the pet is their birthday. February 11 is Lester's birthday.The countdown started as soon as we changed the calendar to February. The # of remaining sleeps, days, hours, etc. FINALLY it arrived, and a bonus it was a P.D. day at school!! Why? Well, our kids are only allowed their computer time on weekends, about an hour is the limit. BUT, being that February 11 is a "no school" day - that counts as the weekend!! Didn't you know?So, we made sur
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