lessonsinmotherhood

Yo

2010-04-20T18:55:00.002-06:00

I'm back for my audience of two and will not be launching in to some long drawn out excuse as to why I was gone. Suffice it to say-I'm back...for now.

I made something yummy, and then I ate too much.

2009-05-19T18:00:00.002-06:00

Vegetarian Shepherd's Pie

2 cups of mushrooms, sliced and sauteed with 1 tbsp of butter and 6-8 minced chives
Add in 1 cup of frozen peas, 1 cup of corn (I used fresh off the cob), 1/2 to 3/4 of a pack of Yves Veggie Ground Round and 1 can of half fat mushroom soup

Stir and toss in 1/3 cup of small cheese cubes (don't leave it out, it binds it together)

Poor in to a pan, top with mashed potatoes, and a handful of shredded cheese. Bake for 20 mins and broil for a few more.

Made 6 good size servings or 4 giganitc.

So good.

In 1.5 hours he manages this...

2009-05-02T07:08:00.002-06:00

Cade: Morning mommy! We go in car-get married!.
Mommy: Cade, Mommy is already married to Daddy.
Cade: Nooooo!

Mommy: Do you want to go for a car ride with Mommy and Daddy next week for a wedding.
Cade: Where is wedding?
Mommy: Canmore. You can see forests and mountains.

Cade: Mommy, where Easter bunny go?
Mommy: Uhhh, he went back to the forest to make more Easter eggs for next year.
Cade: Easter bunny in Canmore??? I go see Easter bunny next week and get wedding to Mommy!

2009-04-26T18:45:00.003-06:00

I ate a piece of organic bird 45 minutes ago, I might puke. I've struggled with my vegetarianism for about 4-5 months now and after an interesting coversation, with another vegetarian (!!!), I decided that I would consume organic poultry. When I became a vegetarian I was philosphically opposed to eating meat. I'm not sure what happened but apparently I no longer value poultry in comparison with bovines and swine. That and my naturopath suspects that I am anemic and lack energy, my metabolism sucks ass and my adrenal gland is functionally poorly. Apparently, I'm dying a slow and painful death.

So I bought some. I thanked the bird and ate about 2 ozs and I am fairly sure that 5 years with no meat what-so-ever + bird = pain. I'm a hypocrite and I deserve it. And I will do it again, next time I won't forget the apple cider vinegar in advance.

As for the naturopath-she recommended a B vitamin complex daily plus a vitamin pack x2/day, a bunch of ground up seeds (must buy seeds), a magensium formula and poultry 5 days a week. I'm compromising with 2-3 days a week.

And on to other things...Ty and I had a date night last night when he came home from work. My dad stayed over with Cade and they spent the day with his fiance and their dog. Cade seemed pretty pleased with his new loot (spoiled??? of course not). We stayed at the local Fairmont property, where we were also married 5 yrs ago next month. We ate, I may have had a rather large intoxicating martini, we ate more, we shopped. We spent $500 in 22 hrs. OUCH. And so that my dear is our annual date. Next time C is sleeping at grandpas and we're eating Ichiban.

PS-Here are some recent shots of my super-cute-super-loud-super-smart-kid.

I feel so guilty...

2009-03-23T20:37:00.002-06:00

I'm so absent from the blog. I'm unmotivated and my sons's second birthday has passed without so much as a peep from me. Terrible!

Ok, so here goes...

Cade turned 2 in February. He's a big, chatty, goofy boy. He's seems smarter than we are. His memory is crazy and he tells us stories, with a lot of "ummm, uhhh, yeah!" thrown in. He's such a cool guy and so stubborn! He recently moved in to a double bed. He was freaking out about having mommy or daddy sleep with him and you know-neither of us can squeeze one ass cheek in to a toddler bed, nevermind a whole freakin' adult body. So he sleeps in his double bed, crappily (yes I made that up) that is. He still wakes up, but no more bottles, just cuddles. Who invented the double bed-I must hug them! So the whole point of the story is that yesterday he took me to HIS bed and told me that it is "Cade's bed, Mommy's bed" to which I responded "Who sleeps in the big bed?", and received "ummmm, uhhhhh DADDY and DEACON!". So daddy and the cat share a bed and mommy and Cade share a bed. Apparently Tyler needs to get on night time duties every now and then. Yeah.

And on a different note, apparently you can accurately predict your child's height at 2 yrs of age, by multiplying by two and adding one inch. So he'll be 5 "10-YES! I'm super excited that he won't be short. So while he is tall now, apparently he is only average-can someone tell me how he is in the 90th percentile for height then?

Hey, when did your toddler start asking "why, who, where, what"? Cade inserts one of those in to nearly every sentance. "Why noisy mommy, Why sunny mommy, Why cold mommy, Why moon in sky mommy, Why Deacon on bed mommy (uhh Cade, did you forget that's Deacons bed!), Why daycare mommy, Why daddy work mommy (to which he usually tells me-Make money mommy, pay bills!), Why blowdry mommy", and many many more. You should hear my genius answers to the scientific based questions. Today he asked why the moon was smaller and I told him that it was because we were on page 6 of "Papa Get the Moon" (Eric Carle). Yeah, that translates to "how the hell do I know???".

So Cade had a great birthday and he's super cool. We sat through lunch the other day and carried on a full coversation about trains, how much he loves trains, the Thomas that is perpetually glued to his hand, and going to "Toys IS Us-that's right not Toys R Us" to see more trains. Such a smart guy! But don't touch Thomas, he might attack!

As for me, well I continue to be boring. I did go to Vegas, I did spend far too much, I do continue to have guilt, but I did have fun. Lots of fun-go, leave kids with grandparents. And Tyler, well he's even more boring, the poor sap didn't even get a trip to Vegas.

I'm thinking about writing a book...

2009-02-13T20:26:00.002-07:00

...to cure my writers block. Yes I'm blocked, over a blog.

I started 3 different posts-then I gave up.

I tried, really!

2009-01-22T20:17:00.003-07:00

My friend Michelle and I talked about taking a girls trip awhile ago....and after some back and forth ideas...I suggested that we head to Banff for a few days of R&R. It was agreed that we needed R&R, then we threw shopping into the mix. Uh oh. An hour later we were heading to Vegas, with another friend (Laurie) from work, for 4 days, 3 nights of blissful shopping extravagence, food, drinks and a show. We leave on March 6 AM and come back, technically, at 2am on March 10. We all work together, at 7:30 that morning. So ummm, this will be my first real all nighter since highschool. Yeah, it's been awhile....

The consolation? We got a great great deal-$260 return (with tax) CDN. Laurie was there this past fall so she's arranging the hotel and we're all totally excited for the trip. We all have a child between 2-3. Yeah, so did I mention excited?

So I can justify it by using my trip to scope out awsome stagette stuff for Zoo's big stagette weekend in June. I've never appreciated my husband quite as much as I do now.

Holiday....celebrate...If we took a holiday...

2009-01-16T20:11:00.004-07:00

I may be getting a little carried away with my Madonna Holiday rendition, since the holidays in question don't begin for 7 LONG months.

Holiday 1: Vegas. I may be the only Canadian who has never been to Vegas, I know, that makes me lame. Stagette for Zoo, late June. Since I'm the MOH I've got some wicked planning to do, perfectionism lends itself well to these sorts of things.

Holiday 2: Zoo's actual wedding in August, in my old hometown. Oh costal community, how I miss you. Then off to see my brother on the Island. Lucky bastard.

Holiday 3: Hawaii for Dad's wedding, early fallish? Again, I may be the only Canadian who has never been to Hawaii, which makes me extra lame.

So all this holiday-ing means that I don't get a break until late June. Uggg. My darling husband gets a total of 7 weeks off, I get 3, what a jerk. I'm tired, I've been back to work fulltime for one month, of which I've not had to work a real full time schedule. And you know, it's exhausting. Ty's coming back tomorrow, FINALLY. I'm going to book a haircut. Someone stop me from cutting bangs. I've got no patience.

Fill me in on your holiday plans for 2009, or other exciting events in your life. I'm tired of Facebook and bored with blogging. January blues....

Croup warning

2009-01-10T19:53:00.004-07:00

So, if you haven't heard about Cade's battle with croup I though I'd post it here too, since the info given by the hospital is so important....

Jan 6, 2009: We just got home from Emerg after Cade developed croup. He "barked" a few times last night but seemed fine. He woke up this morning with laboured breathing, "barking" and a hoarse voice. Given my lung condition I took him in to the bathroom and steamed us up for 20 mins. The laboured breathing and hoarse voice cleared up but I though I should stay with him for the day and called work/daycare to let them know. We saw his pediatrician at 12:00 and he said to call 911 if he has any further difficulty breathing, but that he should be able to go back to daycare tomorrow if he seemed to get better with the med he prescribed (Prednasone). He said to take him outside several times if Cade was calm about it. At 4:00pm we finally came home after stints in stores and parking lots. His lips turned blue (darker) and his face turned pale blue. He could hardly breathe, he was "barking" and had trouble talking at all. He felt like he was having a seizure, he was shaking very badly. I called 911. They were here in no more than 90 seconds. Took him to Emerg, his colour started returning to normal. His BP and heart rate were high (not dangerously so) and his oxygen was low (also not dangerously so). It was SO busy, so we waited about 2 hours for a doctor. He seemed fine, I seemed nuts.

We saw a great Emerg pediatrician who said: "he has severe croup, he was in respiratory distress and could have died". It didn't really register until about 10 mins ago. But from the medical side, here is the info:

1. A "barking" cough
2. A difficult time inhaling
3. A hoarse voice

Add all of these and you become HIGH risk. By HIGH risk I mean death. This is respiratory distress. This is LIFE THREATENING. I was told that severe croup is never a doctors visit, and always an Emerg visit, by ambulance-no driving your child. Call 911.

Cade was in respiratory distress twice today, but when his lips turned blue-it was the scariest thing that has EVER happened to me. If your child has these three symptoms, take them outside in the cold immediately (the analogy that he used is that the cold air is like an ice pak on the larnyx) and call 911 if they are not better in a few minutes. Also-because it was severe, he is to stay out of daycare for a few days, mostly so we can monitor his breathing. He was given a strong steroid, Decsamethasone which was 8 times more potent than the Prednasone. It should last for the acute phase-3 days, but he could "bark" for 3 weeks. They also asked us to participate in a double blind study, so we got a current HIGHLY detailed sheet on managing it. He is ok now, sleeping finally, and mommy will be sleeping on the floor of his room, 2 feet away from his face. Daddy has been 4 hrs north for work today but I think he plans on heading home tonight or tomorrow, since he can't focus after I told him what the doctor said.

Since then...Cade has developed the cold that was obviously underlying the croup. He's been congested and snotty, as well as feverish. Then he gave it to me. Thank you Cade! We've not been illness free in this house since the start of December. Kids!

So aside from all that, and a week of no sleep-we're good. I never though I'd be thankful for being asthmatic, it's always been something I detested. But now-I'm so thankful! If I wasn't asthmatic I wouldn't have heard the sound in his chest (so faintly) and I wouldn't have given him the Prednasone right away, and he probably wouldn't be here. It took me two days to even wrap my head around this.

I know, I'm neglectful and technically incompetent

2008-12-28T20:14:00.003-07:00

Merry belated Christmas, or whatever festivity you celebrate. I've been absent, as usual. It's been a hectic month. Tyler just headed out again for work, and I have no idea when he is coming back. I'm crossing all appendages that it will all be done by the 3rd week of January. He was home for 4 days and we had a great Christmas, lots of company, lots of food-lots of guilt. A tad bit of shopping for boxing day, including a fantastic new Coach pretty from my dad. Thank you!!!

Most recent mundane information: My laptop shut down one day and refused to turn back on. I say that like the laptop intentionally said, "no, screw you-you use me too much and I refuse to work for you anymore", but really-I think it might have. Seriously. Yeah, ok I'm paranoid. Anyway, I digress...I took it in to Futureshop today and they told me that it's fine but maybe there is something wrong with the battery (?!?!). It has worked since then, but is currently being charged. So, ummm thanks Futureshop for explaining why my laptop REFUSED to turn on for 7 days, that was so helpful.

Now, on to other random thoughts-Tyler got me an iPhone for Christmas. Woooo hoooo, I wanted one but just couldn't do it! Well, acutally he tried to but we have different cell contracts so they wouldn't let him do it. AND-Fido made me order it through their call centre, although they have them available in the city. They said it was because I have a contract. Oooookay, why not extend it then? Yeah, NO, they don't do that. Apparently when you're one of those long term customers who always pays their bill on time you have to wait an extra 10 days for the phone. Make sense to you, yeah-I didn't think so. And to top it all off, the first CSR I spoke to when I called was so far beyond rude that they should make a new category of asshole for him. I asked him what 3G meant becuase, no I am not a teckie. He was so condesending and still couldn't answer. Then I asked him for my store location when HE TOLD ME THAT I HAD TO GO TO THEM TO GET THE DAMN PHONE (actually no I had to call them back, get the drift?), he asked me "why, you don't know where it is (uh no, I wouldn't be asking if I did) ....can't you check a phone book (no asshole I'm illiterate would have been a great response)"? I mentioned that I didn't intend on being on it all day so NO, I DON'T NEED A PLAN THAT COSTS $100/month, for the 20th time(!), because I don't have the actual time to sit on it all day-and then he told me that he didn't even understand why I would get an iPhone then. Ok, so let me get this straight-I call you, offer to buy an expensive product, and commit myself to a 3 year plan, pay every month for 3 years and you criticize my phone selection? I could go on about all the other crappy, completely wrong, information he gave me but I assume I've already lost your attention by now anyway. Suffice it to say that perhaps he should consider some education on CUSTOMER SERVICE. So....once I found out that I had to go through customer service, I called back and spoke to a really nice guy who apologized 652 times, give or take.

So that's my recent life in a nutshell. I'm technically incompetent and completely neglectful of my two fans. Sorry.

Catch up!

2008-12-16T18:36:00.003-07:00

Let's play some catch up, fact form:
1. I need inspiration to come here, and I don't have much these days-sorry, I'm lame.
2. I've been sick for 2 weeks, flu then a bad cold. Yuck.
3. Tyler is away, training, until mid-Jan. He came home for a day this weekend and will be back for Christmas, but it sucks:(
4. I went back to work full time yesterday. Ask me how much I like that on Friday.
5. Cade is cute. Cade is a terror. Cade is a genius, apparently he behaves like a 3 or 4 year old so daycare is "re-thinking" how to approach him. Ummm, ok?
6. I'm looking forward to Christmas, Cade knows it's coming. He keeps telling me that Santa is coming at "Kisumps". Collective awww please.

How about this? Give me some updates on your lives?

Chooo Chooo!

2008-11-21T21:14:00.001-07:00

Got a cord, here you go.

2008-11-21T21:05:00.003-07:00

Here are a few pics of the renos, unfortunately I didn't take many so they aren't very good, but it's coming along.

If you look at the pic of the table you'll see Cade's new Handysitt booster seat-no more highchair! LOVE IT.

Next to come...Cade's train table.

Absentee blogger

2008-11-20T20:54:00.002-07:00

I've been absent since I tried to revamp the page, got frustrated, had a tantrum and abandoned the blog for awhile. I'm back, although I still don't have the patience to fix it, but I can babble anyway...

Updates:

C is speaking, as in stringing words together, like "mine mommy", "hug mommy", "fic it mommy (fix it mommy)", vaccuming (sounds like va-KOOM-ing)", "love you (wuv-OOO)", "hug it (for anything, everything", and my favourite "olten lives couver (Kolton lives in Vancouver)". GENIUS!

However, along with the increased language skills came increased tantrums, and I contemplate giving him away on a daily basis. Oh don't look so shocked, I've invested too much to give him away, and he's cute. I'll keep him.

And on another note, we are nearly done the living room/kitchen reno (wall tear down to create an open floor plan). I shouldn't say that "we" are almost done, because all "we" do, as in ME, is boss people around and dole out cheques. But whatever, if you know me, you know I don't "do" manual labour. I can clean like a mad woman, but get all gross and dusty, I'll pass. Tyler? Well he works too much, that's his excuse. I would post pics if I could find my USB cord but it's lost in renovations....once it surfaces you'll see the project. Oh, and we have a new front door. It's great, and it better be, since it cost the equivalent of a small country.

All that and I nearly forgot...

2008-11-04T22:08:00.003-07:00

Cade gave me his illness, I puked in the toilet at work this afternoon. In the dirty, public washroom. I refused to crouch, so I stood up and puked in the vertical.

Then I went shopping, for my friends' wedding dress. You see, I take my matron of honour duties seriously, and I refused to bail. I took some Gravol, toughed it out, and now I'm home-celebrating the end of an ugly era in politics.

Thank you Americans

2008-11-04T22:06:00.000-07:00

I am so relieved in your presidential selection. If you weren't aware of international perception I think you should know that many people's opinion of America and Americans had changed over the past 8 years. However, tonight you restored my confidence. I'm pleased to be your neighbour and your friend. Many Canadians are celebrating tonight, thanks to the gift given to the world by Americans-Barack Obama.

Just a sniffle and an update

2008-11-02T10:45:00.002-07:00

So Cade did NOT catch Hand, Foot, Mouth Disease. Yay! Just the sound of it grosses me out. No nasty blisters or fever, just a bit of a cough and a sniffle.

As for my railway project, I've almost completed stage 2-painting. I'm not trying to make this thing in to some work of art, rather just a fun railway system for him to use for the next few years. I didn't really realize how ambitious this undertaking was, nor how costly! I saw some train set tables that we between $99-$199, but I was convinced I could make a cooler one for much less. So far the costs look something like this:

2 pcs of MDF: $25
Astroturf (that was turfed): $17
2 hinges: $4
Paints: $10
Accessories (and we need A LOT more): $60
Tracks: $60
Various Trains:Ikea-$15 Thomas: $35

So ,while I would have purchased the trains anyway, it seems that my little undertaking might lead me to banruptcy. Maybe I should wrap it up on Christmas eve and stick a bow on it, make him pretend to be surprised. Nah, I'll just dig myself a little credit hole and crawl in.

What's a girl to do? Build a railway, that's what.

2008-10-29T13:54:00.002-06:00

I got my very first "come get your kid" call from the daycare today. The rest of the conversation concerned the fluid loss that he was evidently experiencing via various channels. Gross.

So, yeah poor baby. Except that I got there and he was all "hey momma, wanna play choo-choo and eat some pizza, then maybe pretend not to assault the cat???". And I was all "ummm, WTF?". I left work for a happy, playful baby. Now don't get me wrong, I like him, I REALLY like him. Yeah ok, I love him. But really? Can we panic more? I guess I neglected to mention that Hand, Foot, Mouth Disease is in his daycare room. Oh joy.

So whatever, we played, watched 3 straight hours of Thomas. THAT was fun. I fed his happy little self and forced him to take a nap. Then I assembled his railway system on two gigantic boards, thankfully he has a playroom to house this thing. I still have to paint it and accessorize (mountains, houses and various other things), but otherwise I've been productive.

I suppose I busied myself to distract from the fact that my workload is relatively nuts right now, I have FAR TOO MUCH TO DO to be sitting here staring at a roll of astro turf and various miniature farm animals. So, the plan is to make my husband get up after 6 hours of sleep (It's his "Friday" coming off nights) and go back to work until the computer shuts downI think about 7pm, and considering I was already planning a late night tomorrow, I think I'll just bring a sleeping bag.

www.thefrankfactor.com

2008-10-28T21:16:00.000-06:00

Love it.

Venting-Just like the newspaper

2008-10-26T20:03:00.003-06:00

I'm done with my short hair. It sucks. It annoys me. It requires complete blow drying. I'm growing it out.

Why does Halloween automaticallly equate to skanky costumes? It's lame.

Don't tell someone to do whatever they like, then complain when they do.

Sucks to be an Oilers fan, since the Canucks whooped their asses last night.

Is there any sort of non-edible crayon? Even the twistables are snack worthy.

I bought a pumpkin, it seemed fine. Now it has a disease. A black hole erupted and it's spreading. Sick.

Potty Companion

2008-10-25T19:57:00.002-06:00

I can't go to the washroom alone, not unless I want to hear "MOMMY!!!!!' screamed over and over again. And now-he watches me. He looks for my penis, looks puzzled and tries to look some more. I explain that "No-I don't have a penis, but don't worry I can still pee" and he looks flabergasted, disgusted, appalled...take your pick.

So starts the obsession with the penis, which I must say could likely provide him with hours of entertainment if I let him wander around naked. Yesterday I found him shoving magnets down his diaper. Help.

And on a lighter note...

2008-10-19T15:31:00.004-06:00

Cade turned 20 months on October 15, 2008. Here are some recent pics of my beautiful handful of a boy. Locations: Home, Chuck 'E' Cheese.

Vote!

2008-10-14T19:43:00.004-06:00

So the polls in this province have closed, and I voted. I also made Tyler vote, after he asked me which box to tick. Therefore, I voted twice.

It wouldn't suprise any of you to know that I sit on the left side of the political spectrum. I would have loved to cast my vote where my heart lies but I live in a VERY tight riding. It's Liberal vs. Conservative (for Americans that is sort of like Democrat vs. Republican-we have 3 major parties and one smaller one, PLUS a party with candidates in Quebec). As I write this a Conservative minority is being predicted by Global. Ugg. Thanks for wasting our time with this ridiculous election call, oh wait Harper-didn't you say something about fixed elections? Hmm, I guess I made that up. My only real consolation is that it looks like the Liberals and NDP will consitute the majority in parliment, therefore Harper is rendered ineffective, again. What a relief!

1hr later-ack! The Conservatives are at 144 seats, NO! So while they are still predicted to have a minority government it's not quite what it seemed. The Liberals, NDP and the BQ will have to align to defeat bills. Great.

Happy thanksgiving

2008-10-13T07:42:00.002-06:00

I woke up this morning with a food hangover, and approximately 14 extra pounds. Ok, so I might be exaggerating but that's exactly how it feels. And you know what I might do today? Eat leftover, of course. Like I can resist the mashed potatoes and various fat laden tupperware containers. Happy thanksgiving friends and family.

Venting

2008-10-04T20:12:00.002-06:00

While enjoying a quiet cuddle with Cade this afternoon I saw a familiar looking man drop a flyer off in my mailbox. I got up about 5 minutes later, with a feeling of dread. I recognized him, his name is Bill Whatcott. He is an extreme right wing "rights" activist. The flyer contained a photo of a man in bondage and a dead baby. It was awful. The essence of the flyer was anti-gay, anti-abortion and anti-feminist. Now, this is n't really about my opinions on the matters at hand, rather the slanderous, hateful approach that this person takes toward everyone he disusses in the pamphlet, including a slanderous and derogatory paragraph on our local MP (who I don't vote for but also does not deserve the repulsive comments made about him). You know what made me REALLY angry? Some kid, somewhere, will pick up that "flyer" and be traumatized.

So, me being me...I ran outside. Chased him down, while he was STEALING apples from a neighbours tree and told him that he was inciting hatred and that I didn't want him anywhere near my property, let alone on it, I have no use for his trash and he can keep it to himself. This guy is about 6 feet tall, and actually looks like a biker. I thought he would fight with me, I was all ready, heart racing, endorphins flowing freely, and I seriously wanted to KICK HIS ASS> I wanted him to come at me, I was that angry. Yes, and that stupid-as tough as I think I am, it was ridiculous to think I could take him.

But anyway, he just said that I already got the flyer and wouldn't get another and he walked away, stolen apples in tow.

I called the police. I guess I should interject the background here-this guy has been found guilty of hate crimes in Regina. It is not a freedom of speech issue, he is inciting hatred. The piolie told me to call Alberta Human Rights. I did, I left a message. I called the MPs office to notify them and I've proceeded to stew and wish I could have punched him...for the last 5 hours.

I really do welcome others opinions, even if I don't agree. However, delivering flyers that include blatant lies and attack groups of people isn't right. Get an education, be eloquent. Be a human being.

Sometimes I Paint Paper. Sometimes I Eat Paint. Sometimes I Paint Mommy.

2008-10-01T20:43:00.002-06:00

Mind your P's and Q's in my house!

2008-10-01T20:15:00.002-06:00

I birthed a parrot.

He says EVERYTHING we say. Things like: "sucks! crap!" and my favourite "get it!!!" followed by "now!". He's just full of manners too. RIGHT.

We work on the please and thank you, and prompting results in "please" but he doesn't voluntarily offer politness.

The other night Tyler was drilling some holes when he attempted to drill a hole in his own finger. I was on the phone, sitting with Cade at the kitchen table while he coloured, and seemed to have missed the repeated "f*^ks" coming out of Tyler's mouth. All I heard was Cade say "mommy...f*^k, f*^k , f*^k!". OH MY GOD. Luckily it was my brother on the phone, who apparently thought that Cade's newest expletive was GREAT. Shut up Josh. Anyway, Tyler would totally have gotten away with it-if he hadn't given himself up. Nice job Tyler.

Cade goes to the country

2008-09-24T13:22:00.003-06:00

We tok Cade to the local pumpkin patch yesterday but he was not even remotely interested in the pumpkins. He preferred the dirt, rocks, bale baskets and leaves.

Seattle Freedom Tour 2008

2008-09-24T13:15:00.002-06:00

After the LONG delay-here are my Freedom Tour pics. Three days of relative peace, and shopping therapy!

Muffin Mania!

2008-09-19T20:15:00.002-06:00

My self-diagnosed OCD is back, in full swing. Ok, it never went away but I think I was in remission. I've taken up baking, I suppose to prove to Tyler that I can do it. I have a slight history of burning baked goods, or undercooking them , or doing both at the same time.

I've recently bought a few different baking cookbooks and one night I was leafing through a rather large one just before bed. BIG mistake. I woke up, at 2:43 am, dreaming about the same muffing, over and over again. A medium sized brown muffin in a pale pink cupcake wrapper. It was like groundhog day, with muffins. I got up and had to sit on the couch for a few minutes to get that damn muffin out of my head. It's a sickness.

White sneakers and black tights

2008-09-13T12:40:00.004-06:00

Do you remember the 80s? The Working Girl look? Black tights, white sneakers and the classy touch-white slouchy socks, all combined with a power suit, preferably in bright red, and massively teased hair? I have no particular reason for blogging about this atrocity, beside the fact that I love it.

Bye bye summer, hello to my favourite season.

2008-09-12T20:26:00.002-06:00

Cade and grandpa or "gipa" as C calls him.

s Sprinker time!
Mom, these don't fit.
How to eat a cucumber, in a box.

I'm so frugal, I deserve a prize.

2008-09-12T20:20:00.002-06:00

So remember my post awhile back, about my spending habits? Well I recently saved us about $2000 on furniture. I decided to keep the 5 year old couch that we already have. The living room is about 1/2 done but it already feels completely different. AND-Cade can come in here now, no more screaming at the gate. I can hold this over my husband for at least a few weeks, since my decision came about 4 hours after he told me that I am not budgeting enough. See, I can tell all of you how I plan to use this for weeks to come, because he never reads my blog. SUCKER.

I like myself just fine

2008-09-11T20:49:00.002-06:00

I'm back, and apparently on a bipolar upswing, or it could just be that I don't work for another 4 days and it was one of THOSE weeks.

I was telling Tyler how there are bloggers who actually sustain themselves by writing about thier lives and he was all "oh really...well maybe YOU could do that". To which I replied that I didn't have the writing skills or material. His response? "Try harder" .

Thanks babe, how's that for encouragement? Then he told me to "make some shit up".

Intolerable

2008-09-10T20:06:00.002-06:00

Have you ever been so grouchy that you can't tolerate yourself? That is EXACTLY how I feel right now...it's sort of like wanting to crawl out of my own skin. Life has been busy (home, work, etc), and we have far too much going on, with far too little sleep...so now I'm being a grouchy bitch and someone needs to kick me in the ass and tell me to stop complaining...

Ok, so now that I got that out of my systemI thought you'd like to know that some crazy man told me that I made his wife divorce him. I've neer spoken with him, heard of him, or had anything to do with him before. IF I had that power I think I'd be a billionaire and could pay someone to deal with all my extraneous crap. THAT WOULD BE AWSOME! Unfortunately I apparently lack the skill to make her remarry him, but I'm working on it.

Tag-Cade's it!

2008-09-01T12:42:00.002-06:00

Thanks to Kristi for tagging Cade for a new one.

10 things I like about my baby:

1. The way he puts his finger to his lips and says "shhh" when I tell him that daddy is sleeping.
2. How eager he isto say new words, since new ones fly out of his mouth every day. He's our little parrot.
3. The way he wakes up, red cheeked, after a nap and smiles like I just told him that he won the candy lottery.
4. Watching him wave bye bye to daddy and tell me that daddy went to work, every time he can't see daddy:)
5. His kisses and hugs, and even when he tells me that "no" I'm not getting a kiss or a hug.
6. When he askes me "gone?" with his little hands facing upward and his head to the side.
7. When he "talks" on the phone to grandpa. "hello...car....no!....blue...good boy!".
8. Watching him dance to every song he hears, bouncing around, spinning until he falls over laughing.
9. His passion for adventure, he has to touch everything, try everything, and question everything.
10. His determination, he never gives up.

I'll refrain from tagging, but feel free to do one of your own!

Helloooooo out there

2008-08-25T19:45:00.002-06:00

I did not disappear,but I have been absent. Cade decided to throw my BRAND NEW LAPTOP on the ground, and broke it-or something. I have to take it to get repaired, yay for extended warranties. This happened 10 days ago and I STILL haven't had time yet. So I'm relegated to Tyler's computer and I don't like sitting in the basement thus I am basically required to do other things, like read, clean, sleep...you know the drill.

Things that have happened since my last post:
1. I'm not sick anymore, aside from some crap in my lungs the wretchedly bad cold symptoms are all gone.

2. While the rest of my head feels good my ears do not. I have chronic inner ear inflammation and have to take round the clock antihistamines for 2-3 weeks to see if I can bring it down, if not then I need to see a specialist. It makes me feel off balance and therefore I am prone to chronic stumbling.

3. This leads me to tell you about my mildly sprained ankle. Yes, my ear casued me to stumble when I tried to get out of bed to feed my baby at 2am. Thanks ears, thanks baby.

4. I am having a momma's only trip, leaving on Aug 27 early afternoon and coming home Aug 30 lunchtime. I NEED a break but I am having a really really really(!!!) tough time with thinking about being so far from Cade. I have never been away from him. I'm going shopping, in Seattle, and I'll need to get really drunk not to think about how much I miss my guys. Ok, maybe just slightly drunk. On the upside, THREE nights of straight sleep. Does that really exist?

5. Work is going well. My boss gave me a GC for Coach, because she knows that I might have just a slight addiction. Woohoo for me, double woohoo for her!

6. I saved $34 this week by waiting for a 20% off coupon day at a store I like. BUT, I accidentally boughtjeans with a 36 inch inseam, because we all know that I'm tall enough to wear a 36 inch inseam. Umm wait, 5"7 didn't really cut it...then I bought a sweater.

7. This leads me to tell you that after that wedding I went to on Aug 2/3 I decided that I looked like a pig and needed to lose weight. I have lost 12lbs in 22 days and I am not starving myself. I am counting calories and am being diligent. Plus I allow myself a cheat day every week. That said my trip will likely be a "cheat" three days but that's ok, I'll be extra good when I come home.

8. Cade has taken to saying f**k, when he tries to say "sock". It's so hard not to laugh. He also says c**k in replacement of sock. That one shocks even my husband. This in addition to the constant "homo!". Nice.

And that's all from our household. Have a fun week!

Forget the shrink, get me a budget!

2008-08-16T21:30:00.002-06:00

I've been shopping a lot lately, and it's kind of bad. So bad that I haven't looked at my bank balances because I really don't want to see what the Visa balance is. So bad that I let Tyler buy, knowing that the upcoming HELOC will make it all disappear....like a poof of air....poof.

This week...
1. New Coach purse (necessity?/gift!)
2. New oven (necessity)
3. New makeup (necessity?)

Tomorrow...
4. 2 new bookcases (redesign of living room)
5. New dining room table (redesign of dining area)

A week ago...
6. New TV/Blu-Ray/Digital Box (redesign of living room)

Upcoming...
7. 2 new loveseats (redesign of living room)
8. New area rug (redesign of living room)
9. New window in bathroom (necessity)
10. New door (lets air in, cold in this city, necessity)
11. Microwave trim kit for new toaster oven (TO was a gift and needs to go somewhere, the only space is over the oven)

I think I'll be done then, just in time for Christmas shopping. Perhaps I should reconsider working part-time?

Help.

Quick, get me a shrink!

2008-08-15T06:14:00.002-06:00

I'm sitting here, wide awake at 6am, obsessively thinking about makeup, purses and cleaning.

Last night I was perusing a makeup website and contemplating a third order in 2 months when I decided that I did not need another makeup case full of crap. So I did not place and order, but I did walk away from the computer with a sense of pride in my frugalness (for the moment). Tyler was in an obsessive cleaning mood and wanted some help, so I obliged. I couldn't fall asleep until 11:30, but all and all it was a productive evening.

I slept, sort of. I dreamed about makeup. It was like one of those Groundhog Day dreams, where packages of makeup kept coming by me, OVER AND OVER AGAIN! I tossed and turned and woke up repeatedly. I finally stopped dreaming of makeup, but I started dreaming of Windex. So I tossed and turned and woke up repeatedly. Then Cade woke up at 4:41am, hungry. I fed him a bottle and tried to go back to bed. No such luck, I started obessively thinking about Coach bags. Tyler is letting me pick out a new one today (birthday gift) and I couldn't help going over every single coach bag that I could think of. I finally got up 15 minutes ago...and went to the Coach site. I think I better go order that makeup too, so I can relax. And does anyone know where I can get bulk amouns of cleaning products?

I think I have a problem, and they call it OCD.

I almost forgot this one...

2008-08-13T17:03:00.002-06:00

Mornings

2008-08-11T20:23:00.003-06:00

Silly baby, you're so cute!

Fraud!

2008-08-09T19:54:00.003-06:00

Yesterday was Tyler's birthday and we lounged around in the morning. While rifling through the mail yesteday I noticed a letter from the local police department. A speeding ticket-addressed to my husband. I opened it and took a look at the picture and it wasn't his car. Not even close. It was a black 1989-ish looking Civic and he used to own a black 1992 Civic, they look completely different.

We bought a new Acura last fall and apparently my BRILLIANT husband did not cancel the registration on the Civic when he donated the car. So off it went to a junk yard to be parted out-license plate included. And whatever junk yard got it sold the registered plate! WTF? So Tyler went and found out that the registration lasped in June (ticket on July 19) and he made sure to have it removed from our address. Now he gets to go to court to prove that as of November 2007 we didn't even own a Civic and that someone is impersonating him.

Glad he found it funny, because I nearly blew a gasket.

Happy birthday hunny!

Mama! ------------------ Poo Poo!

2008-08-06T20:43:00.003-06:00

This is a phrase that I've gotten used to hearing recently. I haven't thought much of it until tonight. I was reading a favourite blog and noticed a lot of comments about potty training, from about 1 onward. Cade's almost 18 months. He tells me about his poop, or he yells about his poop. Does this mean it's time to introduce the potty? I get the sense that I've been missing something. My mom always told me that she was just relieved that my brother didn't go to kindergarten in diapers, because apparently he was excessively hard to potty train, while I on the other hand went and sat on a potty at 12 months and never looked back. Seriously, I'm not making this up! So I had just figured that we'd start closer to three but now I think I've been underestimating baby C's desire not to wear shit on his ass. So off we go, to attempt potty training.

Thinking about it

2008-08-05T06:16:00.002-06:00

I'm thinking about shutting down my little blog. I haven't got much to say these days and the comments are scarce, so I think what I DO have to say is rather boring. If I shut it down I could dedicate even MORE time to facebook. Or perhaps I could shut both down and start interacting with other humans. Hmmm, something to think about.

The oven is dead

2008-08-01T20:53:00.002-06:00

The oven is dead....Tyler killed it.

It's actually been dead for 2 months and after many promises to fix it, he finally shorted it (yes, like electricity sparking and smoking) and now it's truely dead. The poor oven only lived for about 7 years. It was not abused. In fact, for about 5 of those years it was neglected, dusty, left to it's own devices. Since the arrival of his highness- it has amazed tastbuds everywhere with it's even heat distribution and frequent culinary forays. Now it lies alone, waiting for an oven man to come and take it to the oven grave yard, while a new shinnier, better functioning oven comes to replace it-to take over, with even better heat distribution. Bye oven, thanks for the years of hard work.

Oh no he didn't!

2008-07-24T19:35:00.002-06:00

Picture this...
Momma standing in line at grocery store, baby in the cart facing momma. Man standing behind momma looks more feminine than momma, although this is not hard as momma looks like lump of shit.

Baby getting annoyed and starts pointing and yelling "HOMO!!!!!!! HOMO!!!!!!! HOMO!!!!!".

A glipmse in to the mind of the momma:

"Oh my god, no he didn't. No he didn't! Can't turn around. Where the F#$K did he learn that? Oh my god....oh, he said HOME, but it sounded like HOMO, is that guy looking at me? Don't turn around. Run. Push cart and run. I did not teach him to be homophobic, the guy is going to think I did. Hide head in shame. Pretend you're deaf. Pretend your not with him. Scratch that, he's cute, pretend your the nanny. Note to self-NEVER TAKE BABY OUT AGAIN. "

Good Riddance George Bush

2008-07-23T07:16:00.003-06:00

Does anyone know how many more days the world has to endure this dolt?

I just read an article about his agovernment essentially proposing classification of birth control pills, condoms, ANY contraceptives as abortion. This, in the sense, that anything that prevents pregnancy is an abortion.

So abstinence should also be classified as abortion because really every single person who CAN breed, should do so-furiously, every 9 months, until they:
1. die or
2. enter menopause.
That sounds like a fantastic plan.

What a ridiculous idea. If you were never pregnant, there is nothing to abort. That's just basic medical fact. AND-not every ass, with the parts to do so, should be a parent. How about they propose pro-creation licensing instead? I for one know plenty of people who should not breed. A penis and vagina are not qualifications for parenthood.

Here is athe excerpt:

"any of the various procedures -- including the prescription, dispensing and administration of any drug or the performance of any procedure or any other action -- that results in the termination of the life of a human being in utero between conception and natural birth, whether before or after implantation" -New York Times, July 15

Again, common sense does NOT prevail.

Day 4

2008-07-23T06:49:00.002-06:00

I think I'm going to have to take him to the hospital. There is a hosptial grade anti-nauseant that you can only get there. He has now been vomitting for 4 days. Poor baby, he's so lethargic.

I forgot to mention, our house is off the market, we're staying! We're planning on renovating and taking advantage of unused space. Once that's done (who knows when) I'll post some pics.

Now, I'm off to clean puke.

Oh, I spoke too soon

2008-07-21T20:09:00.003-06:00

The puke came back, the very next day, the puke came back, they thought it was a goner, but the puke came back, it just wouldn't stay away.....

Cade's illness returned, or more likely it never left. He woke up this morning, still feeling good, then as the afternoon went on he proceeded to puke on Tyler and our bed. I came home from work and he laid on me for three hours, not eating, hardly drinking-having fluids syringed in to his mouth.

Then he went to bed, having eaten a piece of bread and 8 blueberries, along wth 4 ozs of milk. I'm worried about him staying hydrated and might have to wake him up to get some more fluids in him.

Poor baby:(

Blueberry puke

2008-07-20T21:23:00.002-06:00

I had a mommas morning today, out for brunch with a good friend. I came home and Tyler had to go to work for a few hours and then to the gym. So I sat down and played with baby C for awhile, while contemplating what we would do with the rest of the day.

When suddenly, out of nowhere...

...he puked up his milk. I thought it was nothing, since he was sitting back while drinking. 30 seconds later....he puked up breakfast....then went to sleep on me...for 2 hours. Man, my ass was sore from sitting on the hardwood floors in the same position for that long. But am I ever thankful for the remote control...

He woke up and just layed there, which is so out of character for him (sitting still, huh?). He was hot but it's 28 degrees here today so who knows why he was actually hot. I gave him some Tylenol anyway and he seemed ok, sickly and cuddly, but ok....

....then he puked some more, and I changed my shirt for the 3rd time. He cried some more, as he did with the other pukes and calmed down and went back to half sleeping on me.....then he puked some more! I changed my shirt again. Holy crap, how many blueberries did he eat for breakfast?

....then he was fine. As in completely fine, as in playing and climbing and laughing and being his monkey-like self.

I didn't risk a repeat puke fest after dinner, so he ate toast and some oh-so-tasty-must-use-a-syringe-to-get-it-down-Pedialyte.

What the hell?

Conversing with a 17 month old

2008-07-19T11:33:00.002-06:00

Me: Cade, give mommy a hug.

Cade: No

.....

Me: Cade, time for night night.

Cade: No

.....

Me: Cade, don't bite the cat.

Cade: No! (resumes biting)

.....

His highness found his pee pee...

2008-07-18T06:48:00.002-06:00

....and mommy can't handle it.

Everytime I change his diaper, his hand flies to his pee pee-at the speed of light. He starts entertaining himself with the item and gets *ahem* aroused. It's too much for a mommy to take. So the other morning I called Tyler in and expressed my concern...

K: He won't stop yanking on it. I think he might yank it off! He only has one! What do we do?

T: He's a boy, that's what guys do. (Leaves the room)

So apparently I have to suck up my anxiety and let my son enjoy this appendange, if only he could do it when I'm NOT in the room. Sigh....

More summer fun

2008-07-12T21:32:00.005-06:00

Cade's first beach adventure.

It turned out to be a crappy beach at a nice lake. We'll try another one next time. On the plus side, that crappy beach-kept Cade firmly seated on the towel. He didn't like the rocky sand. On second thought, maybe I love that beach.

You want to know what souvenier we took home from the lake?

Tyler brought back a shiny new speeding ticket. And it will only cost us a few demerits and $194, what a steal! And, I stole a rock, from a provincial park-I think that merrits another ticket. But seriously 30kms/hr is the speed limit? Seriously.

Note from Tyler: I fully intend to fight the ticket, and not pay a dime!

Note from Kristian: Of course you do, and of course you will.

Around where we live...

2008-07-10T17:34:00.003-06:00

We're on vacation but going nowhere. But we aren't staying home all day!

Need something to do?

2008-07-05T05:52:00.002-06:00

Read The Pillars of the Earth, by Ken Follet. It's LONG. It took me a week, and I read super fast. I wasn't convinced that I'd like a book that people said was about church biuilding in the middle ages, but it was so much more that that. There are so many interesting stories in this book that intertwine. It's definetly been added to my top 5.

He speaks

2008-07-04T21:58:00.004-06:00

Cade is becoming increasingly well versed in the English language and now attempts to say nearly all words that we ask of him. The most recent word in his repetoire is "pasta", which actually sounds like "pista". I ask him if he wants to eat dinner and he says "pista???".

He also has a fondness for "juice, cheese and apple". He likes the first two but throws apple pieces on the floor. In fact, he throws almost everything on the floor, except pista. You should see what the floor lookes like after a meal. I could feed another child, scratch that, I could feed my husband! It's ridiculously wasteful but I can't exactly scoop up garbage and serve it for breakfast. I'm pretty sure that someone with a badge could haul my ass of to jail for neglect or something like it. So, I throw out buckets of food and hang my head in shame.

Some other favourites:
1. Go out?= Gout. Sometimes he screams this while we're out. Gout gout GOUT!!!!
2. Birdie?= squirrel, birdie, small rodents.
3. Guy=cat. Yeah, I don't understand either. Spontaneous erruptions of "cat" are now making his way out of his lips.

He also loves to say puppy. I think this kid has extraordinary hearing, if he hears a dog bark I hear puppy, puppy, puppy for next hour. So puppy, you're cute but PLEASE SHUT UP.

Have I ever mentioned that he points to random men and says "daddy?" while we are out shopping. Yeah, thats fun.

Macaroni and Cheese

2008-06-30T19:49:00.003-06:00

I used to really like that macaroni and cheese with the liquid cheese. Ok, so this was back in grade 10. My friend Ainsley and I would chow down on an assortment of items, but this was a particular indulgence for us.

I was walking through Safeway the other day and I swear a box of this shit jumped in to my cart. I had to have it, it wanted to come home with me. So I caved and off I went with my plastic cheese, convinced that it would be SO TASTY.

I made it the other day and nope, it tasted like ass. Ass with extra ass rubbed in.

I should have left the memory of plastic cheese in the distant past but now I keep imagining ass flavoured macaroni.

Damn buyers

2008-06-25T20:30:00.002-06:00

So I'm sitting on my front steps, listening to a bunch of teenage boys talking about just how"pissed" they can get this weekend. Oh the excitement, the anticipation, the juvenille delight.! Oh the torture.

I'm stuck outside because some dude wanted to bring his daddy by for a second viewing of our house, at 8pm on a week night. So, I complied and am now stuck here with these little shits and some frantic little bees trying to suck every last drop of liquid out of the rose bush next to me.

hafewavfeawvknefb....Ahhhh! Under attack! Help!....Ok, I'm fine now, pardon my scribbles.

Ok, they're done and therefore I am am also done my rant.

Please don't jump off a bridge, my kid will kiss it all better.

2008-06-24T20:12:00.002-06:00

I think I am a magnet for depressed people. Like the ones who threaten to jump of bridges, or want to call me about people dying and discuss their grief. I guess they think I'm some sort of counsellor. It's not that I don't care but really if I got all involved with these kinds of issues I might just jump off a bridge myself. So people, please cut me some slack and call a help line. I have no more capacity for death this week, 5 is my limit and I reached it in two days.

Now, on a positive note...

Cade's eczema is almost non-existent. You would never know how bad it was a week ago. He is frolicking around, pooing all over my house (yes again) like his normal 16 month old self. He started giving kisses this week, of course the notion of closing his mouth while giving a kiss is not within his realm of comprehension. So sometimes he gives teeth kisses and sometimes he licks us, but whatever. It might be the cutest thing I've ever seen.

Grrr

2008-06-20T18:05:00.003-06:00

I'm SO frustrated. Cade has been sick for 2 weeks. He was getting better and now he is worse. He has a double ear infection, possibly scarlet fever, and eczema with an infection. I knew he was sick! I knew it! I took him to my GP because I couldn't get him into his pediatrician. She gave me ALL shitty information, which I ignored. Finally got him into the pediatrician today and yeah he is totally sick. I could kick that stupid GP in the ass. My poor little baby is suffering because of a doctors ineptitute, there is no excuse for that! Time for a new GP for me and he'll never be seeing her again.

My lips were sealed

2008-06-09T21:30:00.003-06:00

I've decided that I am far too censored on this little hobby. Perhaps that because my dad reads this. Hi dad! But seriously, I might have to start swearing more often. Sometimes you need to throw a F-you for emphasis. See I STILL censored myself A-hole, B, F-er. I'm going to google good alternatives or head on over to babelfish and find swear words in Hindi, Thai, Russian, Maori, whatever-and then I'm going to randomly add them into my blog.

По-русски

It's wedding season!

2008-06-08T09:43:00.003-06:00

So every summer someone complains to me about how many weddings they have to attend. And every summer I think-I would gladly take your place. I LOVE weddings. LOVE THEM. I'm a sucker for weddings.

This summer it's MY turn. Yay! Except two weddings on one day, 1200kms apart, so I had to choose. I choose the one here, mostly because it's proximal and I would of had to bring Cade with me to the other one. Although I'm sad to miss that one, I've known the bride her whole life. She is like my long lost sister:(

That said, the one I am really looking forward to is completely out of the ordinary for my caucasian ass. I'm going to an Indian wedding. Oh, I LOVE LOVE LOVE Indian food. Woooo hoooo! I think I was Indian in a past life.

My co-worker gave all of us invites and my date is one of my great friends, who I happen to work with. Hey Michelle! We get a full mommy day, PLUS we're wearing saris/sarees. I know you must think this is a humerous image, a bunch of whities in saris but seriously, another work friend is going and she is helping 3 of us navigate through the purchases and customs. I'm super excited about wearing my beautiful new sari, it's a deep blue with metallic trim (silver, bronze and gold). Her mom brought it back from India and I bought it off her for only $80. Sweet huh?

I'll be sure to post pics afterward. But the wedding is over the August long weekend so you'll have to be patient.

Meet my little friend(s)

2008-06-08T09:35:00.002-06:00

I went out yesterday, in an attempt to find new flip flops. A $10 excursion you think? Right.

The Winners in the north end of my city just happened to have a large selection of hair products, which I just happened to walk by, AFTER finding flip flops. Ummm, yeah-bad idea. CHI products everywhere! OMG, I thought I died and went to hair heaven. Beautiful bottles of beautiful products begging to be bought. I wandered, I salivated. I looked at price tags. BINGO! $9.99 for shampoo, $9.99 for conditioner, $9.99 for every single item. I scooped up one of everything (6 bottles which were now closer to $60 than $10) and put back 4. Me, my conditioner, shampoo, 4 toys, a gift for Tyler and flip flops headed to the cashier with my poor child in tow. $99 later and my flip flops aren't even that great, but my hair-it's too bad screens don't have scratch and sniff.

Backyard Shinanigans

2008-06-06T08:59:00.004-06:00

Husband for Sale

2008-05-29T21:29:00.004-06:00

Husband for Sale

This is a once in a lifetime opportunity to purchase one 40 year old husband. Those is the process of selling homes should proceed to the next husband as this one is not useful for resale purposes. Example-Husband leaves home in what could reasonably classify as disaster, does not flush toilet. DOES NOT FLUSH TOILET! Realtor calls, husband ignores voicemail. Realtor comes to home, sees unflushed toilet, evidence of baby hurricane.

Husband has several redeeming characteristics for those with secure residences.

Seller is open to offers (baby not included)

Let's play a game

2008-05-23T19:33:00.002-06:00

Have any questions for me? Anything that you feel you need to know about me? Anything you would like my opinion about? Anything at all? You see, I'm bored. I need a little spice in my blog. So send me something. Anything. I promise to answer, but I can't promise I'll tell the truth. Let's play "Ask KiS".

Finally-the house.

2008-05-21T20:30:00.002-06:00

The house goes on the market tomorrow. It's been SO MUCH WORK getting it ready. I'm still not telling you where I live, because I fear random creeps hunting us down. That, and I don't want hate mail-you know because I am oh so political on these pages. Right? Right.

They call that paranoia.

Oh my ears...

2008-05-18T01:46:00.002-06:00

They are ringing.

I'm home. Tired, dizzy, too much rum. Must sleep.

Momma gets a freebie!

2008-05-17T13:30:00.002-06:00

I'm going out tonight, like OUT out. The kind of "out" where one uses a flat iron, a tub of eyeshadow and then douses herself in a litre of wine. That kind of out. I can hardly wait. Happy birthday Zoozoo-ka.

Dear car...

2008-05-13T21:37:00.002-06:00

I wish to extend my most sincere apologies to you for driving 80 kms each day from Monday to Wednesday. I am sure your friend, the environment, is ready to gas me with carbon monoxide as I surely am adding a whole new hole to the ozone layer. However, this was not an optional commute, nor could this feat be accomplished with a bicycle. Car, imagine me on a bicycle in heels, with a baby strapped across my chest. It simply isn't reasonable.

I understand that your ripe young age of two cannot handle my high expectations for a smooth commute; however, your insistance on making stalling like shudders reverberate through your body will not cause me to alter my ways. I would appreciate if you could avoid this at 80 kms an hour with my infant in the back seat. I took you to the car doctor and they tell me that nothing is wrong. While you clearly don't want me to get to the root of what ails you, I would respecfully request that you reserve your shudders for times when your torturer is alone in the drivers seat.

Additionally, would you kindly attempt to consume less gas. It cost me $78.03 to fill you three days ago. I nearly vomitted. You are a V6, not a V8, not an SUV and certainly not a truck. I will promise to drive you nicely and not behave like a 16 year old boy when commencing gas use after an intersection break. I think that this is a fair compromise.

Sincerely, KS

Writer's block beaten!

2008-05-11T21:01:00.003-06:00

I've been blocked-for days! But here I am, making a feeble attempt to aprise you of recent happenings in our house.

1. Cade is moving in to new child care at a very well reputed daycare 4 minutes away, effective June. There was no issue with my cousin, she is just taking a part-time job. She gave me notice, I called every daycare on the local list within a 1/2 hour drive, a bunch of dayhomes, visited three places and stalked this one particular daycare director. It worked-June 1, 2008 we have a space! Yay! Everyone say YAY!

2. The house goes on the market on May 20, 2008, so we are SCRAMBLING. Tyler has been installing new flooring in the kitchen for weeks. It's lino. So ummmm, yeah. I'll take pics when he finishes, you know, next year.

3. Todays is mama's day. Ty had to work but my dad spoiled me with homemade hollindaise on eggies and sauteed spinach/english muffins. It was so yummy and so terrible for me. Then he helped me take a shitload of stuff to Goodwill and storage in his BIG ASS TRUCK. You know the kind that costs $125 to fill and goes maybe 3 kilometers? AND, he (from Cade) gave me a beautiful diamond necklace, because my dad enjoys spoiling his children and also enjoys spending money. Aren't I a lucky mama?

Ty came home and gave me this mug that he decorated for me. I actually made a passing comment about wanting one but he isn't the attentive type. Apparently he liked my idea (I made one for my mom) and did one himself. Now, I'm not normally the sentimental type but it made me cry because it was so thoughtful.

Then...I spent 2 hours doing MORE house cleanup/organizing. Now, I'm beat.

4. My store isall set to shop in. Kristi-this mostly pertains to you:)
The pics aren't done but the store itself is, it looks better than I even anticipated. I'll try to get some pics of that up to.

So, to all you mama's-I hope someone spoiled you or made you feel special. I sure think you are!

Baby C and his mommy's hair

2008-05-04T19:28:00.004-06:00

Dear dear diary

2008-05-03T19:55:00.002-06:00

I found my grade 7-9 diary today. It was by far the most entertaining thing I've read in the past year.

Some quotes for you:

December 27, 1992-"I am going to marry Kris when I turn 17. I need to start planning my wedding." (I was 12)

January 17, 1993-"I want to actjust like Buffy the Vampire Slayer because she's cool".

September 18, 1994-"I have a new best friend and her name is Suzan. I can't tell you her last name because it's too hard to write. She's short."

August 14, 1995-"I got an awsome job today at McDonalds. I am going to make $4.50 an hour and I'll be rich!"

And you wouldn't believe how boy crazy I was. I fell in love once a week.

My little peanut

2008-04-29T22:03:00.003-06:00

No more talk of dead animals. These pics are all recent shots of my beautiful boy at 14 months.

The Absurdity

2008-04-29T19:49:00.002-06:00

I went to a slaughterhouse/meatpacker today. It was part of my work. It's the second one that I've been to, but this was pigs (previous was chickens) and it was H.O.R.R.I.B.L.E.

I almost vomitted when they took us on the "kill floor". I did NOT watch the pigs die, I would probably have tried to free them if they took me to that section.

I saw:
1. penises removed
2. animals cut into parts
3. entrails falling out
4. kidneys, lungs and hearts dangling in the air
5. and plenty more.

I came home and immeditately took a shower, but I can't get the smell out of my nostrils. I can taste dead pig, and I don't eat meat. Really, if I wasn't a vegetarian before I would be now. It reaffirmed my belief that if you couldn't watch it get to your plate then you shouldn't consume it.

Like I said-H.O.R.R.I.B.L.E

Ice cream, whipping cream, chocolate, strawberries, pineapple, banana, and a cherry on top.

2008-04-26T19:10:00.003-06:00

Let me start with NO, I'm not pregnant...

I have a massive MASSIVE craving for a DQ banana spilt. It's so bad that I can't think of anything else. I'm also so tired that I am not getting off my ass to go get one. Tyler is in THE.EXACT.SAME frame of mind as me.

Here is what Wikipedia has to say about the famed banana split:

A banana split is an ice cream-based dessert. In its classic form it is served in a long dish called a "boat". A banana is cut in two lengthwise (hence the split) and laid in the dish. Variations abound, but the classic banana split is made with scoops of vanilla, chocolate and strawberry ice cream served in a row between the split banana. Pineapple topping is spooned over the vanilla ice cream, chocolate syrup over the chocolate, and strawberry topping over the strawberry. It is garnished with crushed nuts, whipped cream and maraschino cherries. In South America, some of the ice cream flavors might be replaced with dulce de leche. In Australia banana splits often do not contain ice cream, but are made with lemon juice, icing sugar and multi-coloured sprinkles known as "hundreds and thousands".

I need to find an ice cream delivery service. Wanna bring me some ice cream?

Lazy drinker

2008-04-24T19:37:00.002-06:00

Cade! I did not say you could take a break...and....why are you drinking and driving?

Today, I suck

2008-04-20T15:43:00.004-06:00

If Cade could really speak he would have asked for a new mom today, cause his mommy sucks ass.

The day started great, me-cleaning, him-playing and being nearly self-sufficient. Then 9:35am happened. He was on his bouncy zebra and fell off. Blood dripping from his mouth, screaming. I stuffed a towel in his mouth to see what was cut but if filled up quickly again. Off we hurried to the local Medi-Centre. There were 4 people ahead of us when I rushed in. I told them that my baby's mouth would not stop bleeding and he need to see a doctor NOW. I was told to sit down, the wait was short, by the most nonchalant apathetic nurse IN.THE.WORLD. I said something about them obviously no longer having a triage policy as I would think a 14 month old with a bleeding mouth (you know bleeding, airway, circulation) would COME FIRST! But nope, the coughing man, the man who looked like he hadn't bathed in six weeks and the Prada bag woman all got in before us.

We waited, waited and waited more. Cade stopped bleeding, I contemplated leaving, then we got in. The doctor said it would be ok, umm yeah-it stopped bleeding! We left after 60 seconds. Got home, provided Tylenol and put my poor babe to bed for a nap.

He napped for 1.5 hours and woke up at noon, happy. Mommy felt better.

I gave him lunch, he didn't like much of it. Most of it is now in the garbage can.

I played with him, he pulled my hair, chewed on my right big toe, and scratched my face.

I danced with him. Good, but after about 20 minutes 27 pounds of love was killing my back.

I put him down, ALL.HELL.BROKE.LOOSE.

He opened the oven door. Thankfully it was cool. A stern NO followed that action. He cried.

5 minutes later. He did it again. Another stern no. More crying.

I tried to put him down for another nap at 3pm. Since he was all tired, clingy and whiny.

Nope.

I lost my patience and went downstairs to calm down. This occured after he ran between my legs and grabbed my pant leg, causing me to smack my head in a sideways fall. I yelled in the basement for about 3 seconds. Felt guilty and came back up. He looked at me and cried. Then I felt REALLY guilty. So I hugged him as long as he would let me.

I put him back to bed again. When I began the post he was crying, now he sleeps. 4 minutes of cry-it-out. Great, more guilt.

BAD PLASTIC

2008-04-19T09:39:00.007-06:00

So Health Canada is investigating bisphenol A and it's effects on humans. There is a 60 day public consultation in effect. Apparently this chemical is used in a lot of hard plastic items, included bottles. It releases an estrogen-like chemical, and is particularly bad when heated. I guess the world has used this forEVER so plastic manufacturers delcare it to be safe. The recent science supports that it increases cancer, particularly prostate, breast and ovarian. It's carcinogenic! You know, like cigarettes? Maybe we could all just shove a smoke in the baby's mouth and carry on with the day? I'm sure we could get the assholes that make smokes to add some pretty colours.

So, my response to the plastic companies is something like this-while it's been used to 50 years, cancer rates have gone UP over the past 50 years, perhaps, just maybe, plastics can be linked to this???

So we went and bought some Born Free bottles yesterday. With nipples the glass ones are $20 each for 9oz servings, but I'll pay that for peace of mind. Here are our pretty new bottles.

Note 1: Health Canada never does ANYTHING first. American mommas-check it out, you might want to consider some research if the FDA is dragging their asses.

Note 2: A lot of water bottles have been recalled as well. Don't heat anyone's food in plastic. Buy a few extra plates. Great excuse to shop, off I go to IKEA.

Tasty Tasty

2008-04-19T09:34:00.003-06:00

Want something tasty for breakfast? Seriously, you can't pass it up. If you do, then I suppose your on a diet, suffering from an eatin disorder, or incapable of reading this post. Or maybe you don't like cheese? Whatever, that would make you nuts. Check out http://www.mommyscupboard.blogspot.com/. Mmmmmm, breakfast.

I swear it wasn't me!

2008-04-19T06:32:00.002-06:00

Man, I annoy myself.

2008-04-19T06:01:00.001-06:00

Completely unrealted to motherhood...

Don't avoid uploading pics off your camera until you hit 748 files. It inevitably takes a VERY.LONG.TIME to finish.

Tom's Diner has made me crazy for 17 years.

2008-04-16T20:25:00.002-06:00

Damn you Suzanne Vega, the same song has been playing in my head for the last 17 YEARS! Not even the full song. It's that "da da da da, da da da da, da da da da da da da da, I am sitting in the morning at the diner on the corner" and the rest of it is lost to me. I honeslty have had this song playing in my head for this long. Sometimes it's so bad I sing it all day. Sometimes I conjure it up myself. I could just punch myself in the face when I do this. Grrr.

However, there is room in my head for one other song. It makes my husband INSANE. I'm allowed to sing it for one month of the year. He particularly enjoys when I sing it in the middle of summer. Whistling is moderately acceptable, as apparently I am the WORLD's WORST WHISTLER. This is my title. Wanna know the song? LET IT SNOW.

"OH the weather outside is frightful, but the fire is so delightful, and since there's no place to go, LET IS SNOW, LET IT SNOW, LET IT SNOW!"

Tag, you're it!

2008-04-16T15:55:00.004-06:00

Hubby Tag-from Kristi. More useless info for your reading pleasure.

His name: Tyler
How long have you been married? 4 yrs next month, together 9.5 yrs
How old is he? 40
Who eats more? In one sitting...him. I snack more throughout the day though. Ditto-Kristi
Who said "I love you" first? Him, because I wouldn't have said it first.
Who sings better? Him
Who is smarter? He would tell you that I am.
Whose temper is worse? That's a tie.
Who does the laundry? Both
Who does the dishes? Our dishwasher and me.
Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? He does.
Who pays the bills? Both
Who mows the lawn? He does.
Who cooks dinner? Me
Who drives when we are together? Him.
Who is more stubborn? Definetly me.
Who is the first to admit they are wrong? Definetly him, I'm TOO stubborn.
Whose parents do you see the most? Mine.
Who proposed? He did, with the assistance of Luxy.
Who has more friends? Me.
Who has more siblings? We each have one of the opposite sex.
Who wears the pants? again-ME.

Feel free to tag yourself!

A meme from Kristi...

2008-04-14T19:19:00.006-06:00

4 Jobs I have had
McDonald's fry girl, I lasted approximately 2 minutes
Ikea children's department
Unidentified case manager
Momma

4 Movies I could watch again
Something About Mary
American Beauty
House of Sand and Fog
The Upside of Anger
(yes, I have a dark sense of humour)

4 Places I have lived
Penticton
Kelowna
Vancouver
My current crappy city, which I shall not disclose

4 Guilty Pleasures
Big Brother
Vi's
Shopping
The Real Housewives of Orange County

4 Vacations I have been on
Oooo, not exciting for me...
2x California
Montreal
Seattle
Mexico (Mayan and PV)

4 Favorite Foods
Indian food, cannot be said with more gusto
Greek food
Cheesecake
Fruit

4 Websites I visit
http://www.kristismommyisms.blogspot.com/
http://www.experiencelifewisely.blogspot.com/
http://www.mymommysplace.com/
http://www.dooce.com/
and of course Facebook

4 Places I would rather be
At a CANUCKS playoff game (hmpf)
Cafe Flora in Seattle
Stanley Park with my guys
Sound alseep in bed

4 books I love
The Kite Runner
Eat, Pray, Love
Night
I Know This Much is True

4 things I would like to know how to do
Sew-I'm with ya' Kristi
Drive a race car
Get my child to sleep through the night with no tears
Get my husband to do whatever I want

4 things I worry about
Cade
Tyler
The rest of my family and friends
Failure

4 of my happiest moments
Seeing Cade's first real smile
Driving with Ty through an orchard
Biking all by myself
Time with just the three of us

4 things I want in the near future
An easy move into a new house
To go camping with my whole family
An MDX
To lose weight

Hey, hey you! I got my voice back. Can you hear me yelling this? I can SPEAK! I still sound a bit manly but I'm no longer whispering and whimpering like a baby. Let's all YELL!

The sleeper and my little pony

2008-04-13T06:08:00.003-06:00

You know what ALWAYS happens in my house? ALWAYS?
When it's Ty's turn to attend to Cade if he wakes up, and mine to get up when he is up for the day, Cade never gets up during the night. NEVER. What a rip off huh? Ty thinks this is quite entertaining, like Cade is playing tricks on me. Thanks Cade!

Side note: I woke up Friday morning and decided I didn't like my hair anymore. I made an appt with a complete over-priced stranger, since I am back to looking for a stylist, and got it cut yesterday-about 9 inches, into a bob. I thought Ty would hate it, since he is a typical guy who loves long hair. But I think he likes it more than I do. It's a bit shorter than I anticipated (chin length, like the bottom of the chin) but I got what I wanted. I look like someone else! My pony tail went from this huge, mane-like thing (yes it's thick, which contrary to popular belief, is NOT always good), to 2 inches with hair out of the bottom. I didn't tell anyone I was doing this, so I'm sure people will be shocked. I haven't had my hair this short in almost 14 years. Wow, my side note is longer than my actual blog note.

Stinky

2008-04-09T13:46:00.002-06:00

Here I am, at work. Bored as shit, I'm done my stuff for the day and have a meeting in a few minutes but before I go, I thought you should know....

Last night, 10 minutes before bath time-diaper removed, due to rash, air exposure=rash resolution. Baby in kitchen. Baby squats. Baby POOPS on white kitchen floor. Mommy feeling ill, cleans POOP.

3 minutes later. Mommy fetches baby to take to bath. Baby pees on mommy. Baby laughs. Mommy looks at pee, only a dribble, gets on with her day.

30 minutes later, baby in bed. Mommy smells like pee.

Wanna give me a smooch?

2008-04-08T19:24:00.002-06:00

Cause if you do I'll be happy to return the favour with an infection. Yes a stinkin' infection! WTF is wrong with me? I'm going on three weeks of sickness! So I went to the doctor, some medicentre quack (my GP wasn't available) and I have some nasty little infection that has spread to my vocal cords and nodules. Apparently I am not vibrating enough. Yep, that's what the quack said. So now I have penicillin for 10 days and a decongestant. I am to avoid speaking too much, to prevent damage to my nodules. Now thats a SCARY thought, especially since I'm not really sure what said nodules do. So wish my nodules luck in their recovery.

I'm speechless

2008-04-04T14:33:00.002-06:00

Only because I have NO voice. I mean none. It began on Wednesday, but it was manageable. Yesterday it was on it's way out. Today it's gone. I can whisper though, but no one else can hear me! I can't talk on the phone, oh darn-since we know how fond I am of the phone. I am STILL coughing from this illness Cade and I have been battling for two weeks.

We took Cade to get his vaccines this morning. Did you know that you can get measels and chicken pox symptoms from the vaccine ? And a fever up to 42 days later? WTH, why would it take THAT long? So I let some strange woman inject my child with living measles, mumps and chicken pox....

I'm really struggling to get my little store running. There are not enough hours in a day, especially when you've felt like death for two weeks. I originally hoped for March but now, ahhhh-I need one week of free time!

A new place to eat

2008-04-03T19:45:00.002-06:00

Or at least a new place to gather practical, hopefully not too laboursome, recepies. Some fellow bloggers and I got together and started up mommyscupboard. Come visit, bring a snack, chow down and unbutton your pants.

My favourite poem

2008-04-02T21:37:00.003-06:00

This is my favourite quote (it's actually a portion of Residence on Earth by Neruda, a fantastic surrealist Chilean poet). Apparently it was written during a dark period of Neruda's lifetime, while serving as an ambassador, during the Holocaust. When I see it makes me happy though, I see it as freeing. I love it, and I hope you do too.

While the rain of your fingertips falls,
while the rain of your bones falls,
and your laughter and marrow fall down,
you come flying.

-Pablo Neruda

Don't you just hate when...

2008-04-01T19:11:00.003-06:00

Your name is constantly mis-pronounced. It's not exactly accurate that my name is mis-pronounced since it is spelled like "Christian", the boys name, or the religiously identified individual. My parents, THANK YOU SO MUCH, decided to make it interesting. My mom was busy bucking my paternal grandmother's request to name me Christina, which was apparently some family tradition-although I don't know any predecessors named Christina. So they named me Shantelle (yeah, they spelled it that way) Kristian (pronounced Kristen/Kristin). I have another middle name but it's spelled normally and it's not exciting (sorry grandma!) and that's too much info for my blog anyway. So I guess this is my long drawn out request for you to ignore the "a" in my name. Pretend not to see it. That's what my boss does, she refuses to use the "a" when she emails me or puts me on any form of list., and yep she does know how to spell it. It's actually quite funny, just call me Kristin- cause you prefer it.

How long can a molar take?

2008-03-31T18:50:00.004-06:00

Day 3, only a tidbit of tooth poking through, but I feel it. Not with my finger per say, with my collar bone. This is Cade's preferred biting spot. Little terror that he is...

You know what I did today at work? Someone else's work. Not the easy stuff but the crappy, no one wants to do this stuff, that's what I get for helping.

I'm off to eat dinner, the most creative thing I could think of was Raisin Bran Crunch. Perhaps I'm not the foodie that I thought I was. Speaking of that, I was thinking that I should get together with other amatuer foodies and start a foodie blog. How much do you love that I've now said foodie four times? Anyway, if interested let me know. We could start a Blogger group, with recipes and snacks and anything that contributes to the size of my ass. We could have weekly food dates. Ohhh the calories are calling me, must go eat Raisin Bran and contemplate.

PS. What do you think of the new background? I totally ripped you off Kristi....and now my blog matches my house. Too matchy matchy? Too poop-inspired?

And here is something random for you-have you heard that Dentyne Ice commerical, you know the one where they sing: so kiss me againnnn, cause only you can stop this st-st-st-st-stuttering. Well I love it, like crazy.

Someone, anyone...help.

2008-03-28T18:51:00.003-06:00

He has a molar coming in, specifically the bottom left one-as can be demonstrated by the PERMANENT indentation left on my index finger this afternoon. He bit me so freakin' hard I almost hit him. Now, you don't need to report me to Children's Services because I didn't. It was an instinctual thing that almost crept out. Thankfully I had a sane moment and instead barked at him to stop, while I GENTLY pushed my finger towards his mouth (or further in, as learned in Non-violent Crisis Intervention, thankfully that came in handy). It still hurts.

Over the course of today he also managed to hit me several times (in the head), scratch multiple parts of my body and pull my hair about 8-10 times. It was NOT a happy day for momma. Momma had to leave him in the room with the door shut to ensure that no bodily harm was done to her child.

I gave him Tylenol and several things to chew on (besides me). Nothing worked. When he was not in battle mode he freaked out if I left him for a MOMENT. I'm talking like getting up to answer the phone causing a full scale meltdown. I had to sit on the floor all day with him, while he crawled on and off me, whining the whole time. This persisted for about 10 hours, until I joyously put him to bed a half hour early. Now I am sitting here, looking like I was electrocuted because my god...you should see my freakin' hair.

So based on the above listed items I am now seeking a babysitter. If you can manage not to beat him I'll take ya.

You must read this blog

2008-03-26T18:51:00.002-06:00

No not mine. Mine is pretty dull and I tend to drone on and on about the same things. No need to tell me I am:
1. humerous
2. witty
3. entertaining

...because I have come to accept that fact that I am not the above mentioned things. This was clearly driven home by my father who advised me that I am funnier on this blog than I am in person, because I am in fact "not funny". I'm fairly sure my husband nodded in agreement. It's ok, I accept this. I'm hear to vent, if you want to listen be my guest. If you don't, well then you can go ahead and get lost.

So, if you want humour, wit, entertainment and several other experiences you must head over to visit Dooce (www.dooce.com). [ Can someone tell me how to highlight just the Dooce portion of that? I am HTML illiterate.] If you don't then I think your rather lame, or maybe YOU aren't funny either.

In our house, we all puke together.

2008-03-26T12:47:00.003-06:00

Cade and I are on the mend. I've stayed home the past two days, since vomitting in the public washroom at work wasn't exactly my idea of getting better. Plus this way we weren't spreading Cade's illness around either. It seems Ty is coming down with some of our nasty symptoms. Poor guy! He is taking care of Cade tomorrow, but hey I did it, so can he! I say that as though he complained about it, which he hasn't. He really rarely complains about anything to do with Cade, which I love. It's nice that he realizes that our son was not created by my mental powers, and that he has two parents. I say this to lend my support to the single mama's out there.

I'm dreading tomorrow, catch up at work is never nice, but it must be done. I hope your families are currently healthier than mine!

PS: Kristi, where did you go? No FB and no blog? Send me an email with your contact info if you aren't reactivating. I hope you don't have some crazy "security breach"again!

Cade's illness update.

2008-03-25T09:18:00.002-06:00

This morning is a much better morning than yesterday for the following reasons:

1. Fever much lower.
2. Baby not lethargic.
3. Baby playing a little bit.
4. Baby eating a little bit.
5. Baby drinking a full bottle.
6. Baby only awake once last night.
7. Baby not vomiting.

However, baby now has diarreha and still a low grade fever. I can deal with these things. Fever at bedtime last night was 40 degrees, whew-thankfully that passed!

Mommy still ill, feels motion sickness when walking or turning head, leading to excessive vomitting. Mommy and baby home together today.

Thanks for the advise Kristi and Hollystar!

Desperately seeking experienced mom advice!

2008-03-24T19:54:00.003-06:00

Poor poor Cade. He has a nasty flu/viral infection. It landed him in the hospital today, due to a really high fever and general lethargy. 4 hours later....there was nothing they could give him, but they laid out a plan for keeping him hydrated, told us to give Tylenol to try to keep the fever down, and a bunch of other details. I was feeling ok when we left the hospital but now I'm super stressed out. I'm wondering if I am missing something? He obviously has what I have too, so now we have two really sick people at home and Ty has to work the next two days. I called in sick because I couldn't work with my own illness let alone wonder (obsess) about my child from afar, or expose Amy's son to this. My poor little person is just laying on us, looking up, all red faced with pale mottled skin, nose running, laboured breathing, high fever, not eating solids, drinking about half of the usual, crying in the highchair, crying in the tub....I could go on. I desperately need advice from experienced moms, before I storm the hospital and demand admittance.

Help.

I birthed a genius!

2008-03-23T16:26:00.004-06:00

At least I think I birthed a genius, you know-in a completely non-baised sense. Cade has developed a repertoire of words and I thought it best to share these with you poor sacks:

1. Dada
2. Mama (only used when injured, so I occasionally poke him with sticks).
3. Dat (seems to mean both Cat and That, as in What's that?).
4. Hot (everything in a cup is currently HOT).
5. Hi (HI DAT, HI DAT, HI DAT).

He also understands but does not say:

1. No (I was convinced this would be his first word).
2. Bye bye! (Accompanied with a wave).
3. Clap (yep, he can clap on command, when he feels like it).
4. Where is ______? (He goes runnin' like mad).
5. Tata mommy ____. (He "tatas" most of the time).

6. Baba (give me MILK!).

7. Tubby (give me water).

8. Sit down (reference the tubby).

I beam with pride.

My husband tortures me

2008-03-22T20:55:00.003-06:00

He mentioned that he wanted to watch this vampire movie tonight. I am normally into scary movies and one of my favourite movies is 28 Days Later (gives me shivers just to think about it). However, this little masterpiece up on the screen is scaring the crap out of me and also annoying me to no end, given the numerous inconsistencies. As I blog about it, I am watching the sherrif take an axe to his co-workers head. Tyler has not gotten my repeated "umm this is too scary to watch before bed" and "WTF is wrong with these people?" and "why can't they escape on skidoos?" and "why does this head vampire talk like a 300 year old philosopher?". I was hoping that he would tire of my endless commentary and turn it off, no such luck. All I got was a "you talk too much, shhhhh". I guess he didn't get the message, huh?