By any means nessisary.....

So my little hippy was in desperate need of a haircut............



























B just couldn't wait for me to make the appointment. Yesterday I came home to this hack job 10 minutes AFTER I had made the appointment






















Today he looks like this. A little short and looking a little more grown up then I would like but at least he can see. Lets hope it lasts till at least August.


















Just so you know it is not easy having some stranger cut your 22 month old son's hair. Mommy came prepared with a box of these.......
















coupled with this cup...........


















Filled with this liquid in order to accomplish this.


















Please don't judge me.....Some days that's just the way we roll.

8 months later

........I still haven't finished hanging pictures in our home.

B and I bought our first home this time last year. We had to wait 12 weeks to move in because it was an early occupancy townhouse, meaning the outside was done but all the finishes on the inside needed to be chosen and installed. It is a modest home for our first, and very possibly our last home. But we love it. We didn't have to worry about landlords approval for paint or children running and disturbing our downstairs neighbours. BLISS!

I had so many ideas that I wanted to do to our house after our first year here. I wanted the fence and the deck to go in this summer. I wanted a breakfast bar installed. (later with granite counters and beautiful upholstered stools) I wanted it fully furnished with a gorgeous rug, a beautiful canvas painting, blown glass base lamps, custom drapes.......
I could go on and on.

Then I got pregnant again and reality set in. None of those things would be happening for quite some time. With two monkeys underfoot and me being off work for a year it isn't feasible to do all the things that I want to do. I feel a little disappointed but I know there is time. I'm just impatient and want everything NOW!!!! I didn't expect to conceive so quickly. After all it took 4 years for M to come to us.

So my point is that 8 months later I came to terms with the fact that "out with the old and in with the new" wasn't going to happen. So I started hanging pictures to fill up our pristine walls...those same walls that I didn't want more holes than necessary. Its coming along and I'm finding new and innovative ways to use the things I had before, and making funny looking artwork for $3.00.

That and I'm tired of coming home and seeing that B randomly hung something in an empty space that is neither symmetrical nor is it size proportionate. (Yes I am anal)

Life goes on and I'm happy for all of our blessings, even if the only thing we will do this summer is put in eavestrophing...........Yippekaya

And yes, that was a tiny little bit of sarcasm and that is what was on my mind today.

How I measure success

For some people it may be with material things. Big houses, foreign expensive cars, annual vacations, making it big in corporate Canada...or wherever you are from.

And while I would love nothing more to drive an Audi, vacation in Italy, and live in a big honking house in some gated community that is nestled on a beautiful golf course overlooking the ocean, one little thing makes my day brighter and more rich than the richest billionaire......

The sound of M's laughter.....when I am the source of it. Is that crazy?

My New Years resolution this year was to make M laugh every day. Some days I feel that I fail miserably or I feel jealous because B can make him laugh easier than I. But when I am the source of that magical sound I feel like Queen sh#t.

I made him laugh twice today. It was a good day. I stayed home from work because I have this wicked back thing going on that doesn't allow me to sit or stand for any length of time. And I was feeling pukey. This pregnancy has not been great. Anyways I was glad I stayed home, even though I slept most of the day, because I was able to hear that sound that makes me giggle right along. And I was over something so small. All I did was fix his Thomas train thing and he was in heaven. He kept saying over and over "Dat was fun." And then in the bath we were playing with a squeeze toy and man...he was so excited and laughing so hard...ahhhh bliss.

That is all I have to say about today. That I love M and my life with his dad, and the sound of his laughter.

That and I made Potato Leek soup from scratch for dinner and it was the bomb.....Not only am I super mom today but a domestic goddess as well.

TOOT TOOT!!!!

Random thoughts

I'm really not feeling very witty this evening, nor have I felt witty all week, so this post will probably be very boring.

First of all I have this major uproar that is going to happen at work in one week. I know it is going to make the poop hit the fan but I know it is for the best. I am going to have ALLOT of damage control to do after which I hate doing, but seeing as I get paid to be the boss.....I shall do what I have to do and hope for the best afterwards, I take comfort in knowing that the decision that is being taken is a LONG time coming and I also take comfort in knowing that it is going to happen before my Matt leave and that I was the one responsible for this change. (cryptic I know)

M is still limping after his little accident on Monday. Not sure what he did to his little foot but I got home from work and he was limping and whining. He isn't whining anymore and seems fine aside for this little limp. Of course I have all these thoughts running through my head like he has club foot (which I really don't know what that is) or that he should have gone to the DR. Alas I did not take him as he seems fine......aside from that frickin limp........Mothers guilt.

We are terrible twoing (is that even a word?) it around here. M FREAKED out tonight when I decided to finally hang some pictures around the house. B and I bought our first home last June and I still haven't really decorated. Seeing as though I'm about to enter a life of luxury again in two months making squat for money, new purchases are not on the horizon for quite some time. This sucks because there is nothing I really enjoy more than spending money. Okay maybe I enjoy somethings more......But I really really like to shop.

So back to the freaking out. I heard somewhere that toddlers don't always like change. I think M didn't want me to move the sailboat pictures that B and I bought 12 years again (and that don't reflect my style anymore so down to the basement they go) and replace them with three framed mirrors. They are older mirrors but they suit the house better than those sailboats. Anyways M pitched a fit for 45 minutes. I don't even think he knows what he was so upset about. Grandma tried to snap him out of it. I love her, but sometimes THIS mother knows best and I had to tell her to leave him alone and let him kick and scream. Again outs creeps the guilt because I suddenly feel that my parenting skills are inept compared to someone who has been doing it for over 35 years.........What........EVER!!!!!!!

That is it. Nothing funny happened this week. It has been way to serious around here. I guess life isn't always a carnival.

Read dis one???

M to Daddy: Read dis one please? ( hands over one of my novels)

Daddy to M: uhhhhhmmmm( clearing throat) " The first Guy I saw up close and personal was Joe Morelli. Morelli put an end to my.....( Long Pause....)

Daddy to M: "Um, maybe Mommy wants to read this to you?" (hands me the book)

I read what the sentence said to myself before committing myself.

Mommy to M: "Sweetie why don't we read Green Train, Blue Train?"

M toddles off to get another book.

I giggle to myself. The next line in the book was: "Morelli put an end to my virgin status and showed me a body that was masculine perfection."

Maybe not a book you want to read to a 22 month old baby boy.

And just so you know it wasn't soft porn or anything. It was just To The Nines by Janet Evanovich.

Thanks alot EVE!!!

Really sorry to complain.....But really????? Really???? Did you have to bite that frickin apple? Wasn't there something a little more appealing than an apple? And because of you this is what I go through....

1. An aching back that hurts in not 1 or 2 places...But three.

2. Leg cramps that send me flying out of bed at night screaming.

3. Ladies that went from a very comfortable c to double d's. You could feed a village with these suckers. And they are not comfortable to carry around thus probably causing point #1.

4. Heartburn that doesn't go away for weeks at a time.

5. Gagging while trying to brush my teeth because the taste turns my stomach...practically defeating the purpose to begin with.

6. Swollen ankles....seriously they are not pretty.

7. Knees that look like nothing I'd be interested in...although I'm not sure who exactly is interested in knees...But mine are really ugly right now.

8. Not being able to sleep at night because no matter the amount of pillows I have to support me...I just want to lie on my belly.

9. Someones foot sticking into my left rib. I know I have an extra one to spare, but that doesn't mean it can be abused or that it feels good.

10. My Uterus being used as a trampoline.......

11. A sciatic nerve issue....seriously......I already have enough pain in the ass from various other points in my day...I don't need another.

So thank you Eve for not being able to avoid temptation. Women around the world are deeply in your debt.

PS...God please don't strike me down for dissing Eve.

PPS.....Very happy for all you women out there who relish the glory of pregnancy. I am jealous and wish it were me.

Move your knees please!

You may not have realized it my love but I am pregnant carrying your child so please.....

Pretty please. I am asking you nicely....Move your frickin knees!!

I love you and I know you feel like you don't have much room in the bed with the four pillows that I sleep with to support my various bulging body parts, but your knees that keep jamming into my back do not feel good.

Also, you may feel that my pregnancy induced snoring keeps you awake at night, but honey, you snore too and it ain't pretty either.

I am thankful that on the nights when you have trouble sleeping that you head down to the basement to sleep. Let me extend that invitation to you anytime in the next 12 weeks.

Honestly if you feel the need to let me have the entire bed to myself in order for you to get some sleep, then I won't deprive you of that selfless act. In fact, on some nights I would encourage it. Do what ever it is that you need to do to get some sleep.

As long as you stay way over on your side of the bed so I can have room to thrash around like the whale that I feel I am.

And as long as you keep your knees to yourself!

Love you!

He came through......

Today was one of those days that everything went wrong.

From start to finish.

I woke up with a terrible headache and couldn't call in sick b/c I had a meeting. It wasn't even a meeting that I was looking forward to nor was it one that I thought I should even be at, but I went.

As I was leaving for said meeting I was trying to say goodbye to M but he wouldn't say goodbye to me this morning. In hindsight I know it was my own fault. I gave him my compact to play with and he was too engrossed to look up. Never the less I was hurt that I didn't get a morning goodbye. Especially since I HATE that I have to work.

I went to that meting, head pounding and all. At least it ended early. When I got home, M didn't even want a snuggle. He went on playing.

At dinner he didn't eat. NOTHING IN HIS BELLY. I feel guilty when he doesn't eat. Yes I know he is not going to starve himself blah blah blah. I still feel guilty. I was determined not to give in and give him something he likes, but an hour later he got a piece of polish coil. That is all he ate for dinner. Nice.

For the rest of the night he avoided me....didn't want me to read to him, didn't want me to play with him, didn't want me to bathe him or get him ready for bed and possibly the most heartbreaking to those of you who know me...No goodnight story time.

But he came through for me in a big way and I don't think he knew it. As B was giving him a good night hug and kiss he reached out for me to take him, snuggled into my neck and just cuddled.

Doesn't sound like much but it made my heart sing.

These boots were made for walking....

......Or in our case, tripping and falling into a puddle that was at least 5 inches deep.

M was soaked.

Face plant right into the water.

It was cold.

What did I do?

Laugh.

Nice mommy aren't I???

Okay so seriously it was a little funny until I realized that he was soaked and that we were still a five minute walk from home. So picture a six month pregnant woman, who by the way is a waddler this time around, trying to push the stroller as fast as she can down the street. I would have ran if I could but did I mention I was 6 months pregnant? We got home in record time, I stripped him down at the front door. A puddle had accumulated in his cute new rain boots and I cursed my self for not taking them off sooner because his feet were red. I took everything off except his diaper and hoodie, which BTW still had a toque underneath because it was very windy today. I didn't realize how comical he looked until I was running a bath for him and he is running around with this silly grin on his face.

I laughed again. What a monkey. Anyways plopped him in the tub and he thought it was the neatest thing to have his bath mid afternoon. Poor thing had purple lips.

I giggled a little more.

I know that you are thinking it is not very motherly to laugh when your child takes a spill but I just had a picture of him in my head running down the street in these cute little boots all the while saying " new rubber boots" over and over.

He's fine. Played for the rest of the afternoon in his PJ's. I gave him a nice big cup of chocolate milk. ( it was diluted of course) They forget so quickly.

FYI, B gave me crap for laughing at him......

My funny monkey

A pirate from across the sea,
Brought my funny monkey to me.
We're too busy having fun,
To see what trouble we have done.
My funny monkey is better than a clown,
He cheers me up whenever I'm down.
If everyone could see my monkey's silliest face,
The world would be a better place.

Author unknown

Enough said!

Did you know???

Every night I have the same ritual after M goes to bed. I come down to the basement, log on to our computer, check my email, check my facebook account , then settle in for some serious blog stalking.

You may have seen "arrived from Ottawa" on your traffic feed. That's me...looking in on your life. Seeing what your child did or didn't do today. Looking at all the neat artwork you have designed. Mourning over the loss of someone in your life.

Do you mind? Do you do the same thing? Do you discuss it with your friends as I do with my sister? Do you recommend to your friends or family to go check out a certain favorite blog? I'm thinking that you don't mind, otherwise you wouldn't have made a blog to begin with right?

Still feeling like a stalker over here but don't worry, I'm harmless.....

That being said I enjoy reading everyone of my blogs that I visit daily. And I feel for everyone that has "stuff" that they are going through. Please know that you make me smile on a day when I really needed it, and know that on a day when you feel like crap that I could be thinking about you, hoping you are doing okay, even if I don't know you. I am inspired every day by you.

Getting started

OMG! How complicated can it be to set up a blog. Apparently I am so out of the loop when it comes to these things. Bear with me as I muddle my way through.

So today is day one of blogging. Hubby and baby sleep while Mommy tries to have some quiet time. I have been thinking allot about this blog thing and what I wanted to accomplish with it, more specifically why I was doing it. I decide I wanted yet another outlet to share my thoughts, feeling's and memories about my family. I wanted to chronicle the events of my family in a way that was real. My scrapbooks are for everyone to look at and hopefully they will be something that is handed down throughout generations but they don't share what happens in our family everyday. I want my blog to be about our real life. REAL THOUGHTS. No beating around the bush. If I have a bad day at home then so be it. If I have a great day then I want to celebrate it. Like I said.....Keep it real baby!

That being said I wanted to share a picture that my friend took of our family. I love this photo so much because it represents us well. You can't tell in the picture but at present I am 6 months pregnant with Baby #2. I love how I am mid sentence, how B is smiling and how M is trying with all his might to escape. That's US. I feel the chaos that is sometimes our life but also the love. Thank you Lisa for taking this photo.