tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40089815644621134002012-01-26T20:36:11.011-04:00Chocolate on a Rainy Dayhanging onto sanity in the mommywhirlwindRainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.comBlogger2691100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-44014099920804760222012-01-25T16:20:00.000-04:002012-01-25T16:20:35.570-04:00Viking Upstagers
Rocking out at the BAM Rally, where they charmed the crowd.
Rainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-5125507985648456132012-01-20T20:07:00.000-04:002012-01-20T20:07:04.771-04:00Slip sliding awayThe month is slip sliding away from me again. Much like the transit bus that came very close to slamming into my office building today. Luckily for us, there was a telephone pole in the way. But the bus was wedged tight against the pole and the road was icy and it remained there, blocking half the street, floundering and sputtering.
Pretty much sums up my life at the moment. Making it through Rainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-30673589289788983702012-01-02T21:35:00.000-04:002012-01-02T21:35:57.863-04:00That tricky monkeyFelix has a pet monkey. An imaginary monkey. It's mischievous. It lives in the trees and steals penises with which to decorate the branches. This monkey will pull your head off and poke out your eyes. But he's a good guy, a friend.
Felix actively looks for him on the walk to school. And talks to him. After bath or when changing his pants after a pee accident, he'll frantically try to dress Rainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-7782610991974716102011-12-24T14:31:00.000-04:002011-12-24T14:31:21.681-04:00Naughty or nice?
Merry Christmas!Rainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-87377882684407111222011-12-22T17:24:00.000-04:002011-12-22T17:24:53.521-04:00Highway anticsThings I learned (and may want to forget!) on my solo road trip with the boys...
Peeing on the side of the highway will never get old.
"I have to poop!" is NOT what you want to hear while driving after dark, when it's snowing.
And "I'm sorry, our washroom is out of order" is an even worse thing to hear.
I convinced the gas station attendant to let us use the washroom anyway - I brought the Rainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-73781276464518019242011-12-14T20:13:00.000-04:002011-12-14T20:13:18.772-04:00Christmas Concert!
My Arctic Fox! ^ ^ Video
Too much anxiety.
Rainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-63594710945773003632011-12-08T21:35:00.001-04:002011-12-08T21:36:42.232-04:00Girls have lasagnasA collection of funny/strange/weird things I've heard or said over the last little while. Ok, mostly heard. And posted on Facebook.
Felix, playing an animal guessing game: "Mama, are you a whore-a-vore?"
Me: That's herbivore. And yes.
Elliot: MOVE your issues OFF the road!!!!!
(To Felix, whose dinky car was moving too slowly on the new race tracks.)
Elliot: I'm going to do a dance I learned Rainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-67900657334581205112011-12-07T18:30:00.000-04:002011-12-07T18:30:47.988-04:00Snowface
More from the first snow fall.
Rainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-54599294317800576062011-12-04T21:26:00.001-04:002011-12-04T21:27:08.739-04:00My dear internets...It's been far to long since I sat down and wrote you properly. October really hit me hard. Left me battle-scarred, a bit limpy, but intact. Considering that we're now in December, it's about time I made it through.
I've always battled mood swings, dark times when the sun goes away. But it's never truly interfered with my life - I could always make myself get up, get dressed, put on a happy face Rainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-28256898390288475082011-12-03T20:38:00.000-04:002011-12-03T20:38:22.764-04:00The last waltzI kept a diary as a girl, like many. I suppose this blog is my grown up version, also like many. I came across one of my old diaries while cleaning the other day (labeled "Bedtime Stories", I guess to dissuade snoopers??) and thought I'd share a few pieces with you, Cringe-style! As IRainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-82574487056643795552011-11-30T17:54:00.002-04:002011-11-30T17:54:56.620-04:00School pictures!
"I dunno about this...cheese?"
Rainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-56129710019572109222011-11-26T22:36:00.000-04:002011-11-26T22:36:07.106-04:00Beer smugglerI kept a diary as a girl, like many. I suppose this blog is my grown up version, also like many. I came across one of my old diaries while cleaning the other day (labeled "Bedtime Stories", I guess to dissuade snoopers??) and thought I'd share a few pieces with you, Cringe-style! As I Rainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-68978218373008256142011-11-23T13:39:00.000-04:002011-11-23T13:39:30.295-04:00Let there be snow!
Winter is here.Rainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-5931453705776552682011-11-18T18:20:00.002-04:002011-11-18T19:54:19.538-04:00SADI kept a diary as a girl, like many. I suppose this blog is my grown up version, also like many. I came across one of my old diaries while cleaning the other day (labeled "Bedtime Stories", I guess to dissuade snoopers??) and thought I'd share a few pieces with you, Cringe-style! As I flipped Rainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-40534551022179840182011-11-16T22:18:00.000-04:002011-11-17T15:19:30.677-04:00Pirates do Arrrrrrt!Rainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-23148469262391561142011-11-12T08:21:00.000-04:002011-11-12T08:21:35.351-04:00Smoking hotI kept a diary as a girl, like many. I suppose this blog is my grown up version, also like many. I came across one of my old diaries while cleaning the other day (labeled "Bedtime Stories", I guess to dissuade snoopers??) and thought I'd share a few pieces with you, Cringe-style! As I flipped Rainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-4875417985047802532011-11-10T17:47:00.000-04:002011-11-10T17:47:06.814-04:00Rock ClimbingA day late... but this outing yesterday brought a much needed smile to my heart.
Rainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-43157032677394012512011-11-08T20:29:00.000-04:002011-11-08T20:29:33.410-04:00Radio SilentWhen I'm in a bad place, I blog about it.
When I'm in a really bad place, I go radio silent.
My moods are all over the map lately. But mostly in a downward plunge. To the point that I've gone back to my counselor. To the point that I've got an appointment with my family doctor set up soon to talk about meds. I'm stuck on the last train to crazytown and they've already collected my ticket.
So Rainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-85866896313749496632011-11-04T23:56:00.003-03:002011-11-06T09:30:51.293-04:00ScarlettI kept a diary as a girl, like many. I suppose this blog is my grown up version, also like many. I came across one of my old diaries while cleaning the other day (labeled "Bedtime Stories", I guess to dissuade snoopers??) and thought I'd share a few pieces with you, Cringe-style! As I flipped through it,Rainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-58198757593863048502011-11-02T14:51:00.002-03:002011-11-02T14:51:58.716-03:00Lost in the wildernessRainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-60173714839127658062011-10-31T21:53:00.001-03:002011-10-31T21:57:36.192-03:00Porch MonsterI'm too hyped up on sugar to write a real post.
But I just had to share this picture of my boys in all their Halloween finery, under the Porch Monster that hubby created.
Pure Awesomeness
But let's look a bit closer, shall we... Felix is off doing his own gymnastic-y thing, but some key details are being overlooked...
The samurai is all YIEEEEEEEE!And the vampire's all Rainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-79763776377284751742011-10-28T17:09:00.000-03:002011-10-28T17:09:58.050-03:00Baby Lust: a vlog.SO sorry for the delay!!! But here it is, my vlogging debut!
I kept a diary as a girl, like many. I suppose this blog is my grown up version, also like many. I came across one of my old diaries while cleaning the other day (labeled "Bedtime Stories", I guess to dissuade snoopers??) and thought I'd share a few pieces with you,Rainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-7879440558556057812011-10-26T23:38:00.000-03:002011-10-27T07:39:43.122-03:00Typical dayRainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-835299012988203462011-10-22T21:22:00.001-03:002011-10-28T17:11:46.854-03:00vloggingSo Flashback Friday has been postponed this week, due to laziness. Mine, not yours. (EDIT: A week late, but here it is!)
I dragged my feet yesterday then cracked open the diary around 11pm last night. Saw a 6 page entry and promptly went to bed. Tonight I had the bright idea to try a video blog for the first time. I found a quiet hidey hole (well, except for the cat, who managed to bump the Rainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-21673802427558077602011-10-20T08:03:00.000-03:002011-10-20T08:03:13.236-03:00Celebrity crushes
So I have a thing for Pacey.
Ok, ok.
Source
But Joshua Jackson's smoldering Peter Bishop makes me melt. The chemistry between his character and Anna Torv's Olivia is intense. The fierce protectiveness he has towards her, the tenderness. It makes me ache. After each episode, I'm left wanting more. More emotion, more development. The not-quite unrequited-ness of it tears at me. I dream about Rainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-65365078561338951212011-10-19T18:37:00.002-03:002011-10-19T21:06:20.423-03:00Down by the BayRainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-53812062810104118882011-10-17T16:15:00.000-03:002011-10-17T16:15:43.645-03:00I'm taking the PledgeI know I shouldn't. I know it's terrible. I know there are always more sides to the story. But I judge. The baby in the stroller with the propped up bottle or the sugared donut? Yeah, I'm looking at you. The skanky looking girl at school? Yeah you. The preppy looking mamas in the school yard? Yep, you too.
It starts of simple enough. A side by side comparison. Me vs them. And it usually ends oneRainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-58714252369475279162011-10-14T23:32:00.001-03:002011-10-15T09:49:51.285-03:00Rainy falls in with the bad crowdI kept a diary as a girl, like many. I suppose this blog is my grown up version, also like many. I came across one of my old diaries while cleaning the other day (labeled "Bedtime Stories", I guess to dissuade snoopers??) and thought I'd share a few pieces with you, Cringe-style! As I flipped through it, I was Rainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-21135534359747549972011-10-12T14:47:00.000-03:002011-10-12T14:47:28.598-03:00DriftwoodRainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-19981611671839500912011-10-11T20:26:00.000-03:002011-10-11T20:26:25.337-03:00Giving ThanksTook a road trip this weekend. Drove longingly past wineries. Lunched at a playground. Found a pumpkin patch on the side of the road and pulled away with 4 pumpkins, fresh off the vine and an assortment of small, bumpy gourds, smelling of crisply of autumn earth. Turned off the highway an hour before our official exit and took the back road, past houses and farms and parks that were part of Rainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-49963766354865550642011-10-07T17:16:00.000-03:002011-10-07T17:16:50.184-03:00Rainy dearieI kept a diary as a girl, like many. I suppose this blog is my grown up version, also like many. I came across one of my old diaries while cleaning the other day (labeled "Bedtime Stories", I guess to dissuade snoopers??) and thought I'd share a few pieces with you, Cringe-style! As I flipped through it, I was saddenedRainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-70491883383412339692011-10-05T19:01:00.002-03:002011-10-05T19:01:36.399-03:00RainbowRainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-26663342512135292752011-09-30T19:19:00.000-03:002011-09-30T19:19:07.109-03:00Sweet loser.I kept a diary as a girl, like many. I suppose this blog is my grown up version, also like many. I came across one of my old diaries while cleaning the other day (labeled "Bedtime Stories", I guess to dissuade snoopers??) and thought I'd share a few pieces with you, Cringe-style! As I flipped through it, I was saddened by Rainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-71489860081216288132011-09-28T13:32:00.001-03:002011-09-28T13:32:00.064-03:00Between SeptembersRainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-80713328563539017482011-09-26T15:22:00.000-03:002011-09-26T15:22:11.333-03:00On communes... yay or nay?I miss having friends.
Oh, let me clarify. I have friends. Good friends. But it often feels that I don't. But I do. Get it?
In the last months of my pregnancy with Elliot, I met and became close with another first-time mama. We really hit it off. Em was funny and raunchy and real. We talked about everything, for hours. Her daughter was 6 weeks older than Elliot. She would drop her husband Rainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-49438311977986244632011-09-23T23:50:00.000-03:002011-09-24T15:00:19.520-03:00Math class hottieI kept a diary as a girl, like many. I suppose this blog is my grown up version, also like many. I came across one of my old diaries while cleaning the other day (labeled "Bedtime Stories", I guess to dissuade snoopers??) and thought I'd share a few pieces with you, Cringe-style! As I flipped through it, I was saddened by the Rainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-90325523328287584082011-09-22T15:09:00.000-03:002011-09-22T15:09:39.854-03:00Oh for the love of penises. Peni?Another darling collection of the words out of my mouth over the last couple of weeks.
1. Get the hose out of your mouth.
2. The first boy asleep will get a surprise!
3. Elliot: No. You have choices too, mama. Know what your choices are? I can not chose one of your choices or I can stay home. You can chose.
Elliot uses dazzling logic in an attempt to get out of going to school.
4. I see Rainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-76968086498754967062011-09-21T15:50:00.000-03:002011-09-21T15:50:04.666-03:00Mmmmm cookies!Rainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-85673967880167754292011-09-20T09:36:00.000-03:002011-09-20T09:36:51.527-03:00How can this be?
12 days old
Today he turns 5. Someone please tell me how to turn back the clock? It's racing past, much too quickly.
Dear Elliot,
Life has gotten far too hectic of late, but this is a placeholder promise that I will write you a birthday letter asap. Of course, we all know how well that's gone for your brother. Soon, my precious. I promise.
Love,
Mama
(Or Mamush, as you've taken to callingRainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-13917007244795268572011-09-16T07:55:00.001-03:002011-09-24T14:58:15.889-03:00Of jerks and dancingI kept a diary as a girl, like many. I suppose this blog is my grown up version, also like many. I came across one of my old diaries while cleaning the other day (labeled "Bedtime Stories", I guess to dissuade snoopers??) and thought I'd share a few pieces with you, Cringe-style! As I flipped through it, I was saddened by the angst IRainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-75313234106192983652011-09-14T19:47:00.006-03:002011-09-15T19:50:11.185-03:00Inside the carwash
They were spellbound.
Rainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-72302187351109769722011-09-12T22:01:00.003-03:002011-09-13T12:30:25.284-03:00SnippetsLet's see. Last week, Elliot started school and Felix started preschool. Oh, and I started school, as well.
So things have been busy 'round these parts.
~~
I have class 3 days a week. It's only 8 hours, but it's a 1 hour commute each way, if I take public transit. About 20 minutes if I drive and then another 10 or so to find parking. I haven't had enough class time to figure out if I'll do wellRainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-22998295407390444402011-09-09T09:37:00.000-03:002011-09-09T09:37:00.927-03:00Life is dumbI kept a diary as a girl, like many. I suppose this blog is my grown up version, also like many. I came across one of my old diaries while cleaning the other day (labeled "Bedtime Stories", I guess to dissuade snoopers??) and thought I'd share a few pieces with you, Cringe-style! As I flipped through it, I was saddened by the angst I wasRainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-84609601705825285312011-09-07T14:33:00.000-03:002011-09-07T14:33:02.626-03:001st Day of School
On our way, yesterday. *sniff*
Rainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-21271850108003664462011-09-05T07:22:00.000-03:002011-09-05T07:22:32.843-03:00Mom TalkI enjoyed the last one so much, here's a new installment of things I've caught myself saying lately... or at least overheard...I actually remembered to write some of the nonsense down in a legible manner!
Did you pee the boys?
Used between hubby and I whenever the other comes to bed to find out if the boys' bladders have been sleep-dumped.
Why does your voice smell like chocolate?
Hey! The airRainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-72125247087877643702011-09-04T17:03:00.002-03:002011-09-04T18:18:35.794-03:00Nine down.
Well. Here it is. The last week of summer vacation, gone.
In the beginning, I was scared. Overwhelmed. Certain it would end in bloodshed and tears. (Well, it did, but not on purpose. More on that in a minute.) Half way through, I was pleasantly optimistic. This wasn't so bad! We were making it! I was rocking this full-time, stay at home parenting thing, a gig unseen since Felix was an infant. Rainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-36667872643410013592011-09-03T23:11:00.000-03:002011-09-04T07:23:50.233-03:00Happy Anniversary, let's go to the zoo!Took the boys to a zoo a couple of hours away. They loved it. We're exhausted but everyone had fun. We even brought home the right monkeys! Happy anniversary, darling.
Rainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-15363057114738557452011-09-02T09:37:00.001-03:002011-09-02T09:37:45.799-03:00Breaking up is hard to do... or is it?I kept a diary as a girl, like many. I suppose this blog is my grown up version, also like many. I came across one of my old diaries while cleaning the other day (labeled "Bedtime Stories", I guess to dissuade snoopers??) and thought I'd share a few pieces with you, Cringe-style! As I flipped through it, I was saddened by the angst I wasRainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-25819309525841510482011-08-31T20:34:00.002-03:002011-11-14T18:25:44.442-04:00Before and After
About 10 minutes before the "incident". See that wooden border, innocently hanging out in the background?
...it leaves a mark. 3 stitches for a 3 year old.
*Note: click here for the full story.Rainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-24244314963511027712011-08-29T12:50:00.001-03:002011-08-29T15:21:07.992-03:00Eight downOne week left before summer vacation is over.
"The days are long and the years are short." Is a quote from Tina Fey's Bossypants (go read it, highly enjoyable!) It's attributed back to stay at home parents and sex trade workers. And it's very true.
What did we do this week? It's passed in a blur. I have to refer back to Facebook and my iPhoto to piece it all together.
It seems that Monday wasRainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-2228727091695655992011-08-26T09:27:00.001-03:002011-09-15T21:25:12.888-03:00Of boys, lakes and fightingI kept a diary as a girl, like many. I suppose this blog is my grown up version, also like many. I came across one of my old diaries while cleaning the other day (labeled "Bedtime Stories", I guess to dissuade snoopers??) and thought I'd share a few pieces with you, Cringe-style! As I flipped through it, I was saddened by the angst I wasRainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-55127231821803326882011-08-25T22:05:00.004-03:002011-08-26T11:07:44.361-03:00The outingTaking preschoolers to a wildlife park can be so much fun! And it's highly educational. Here are some specific instances in which you can really drive home a lasting life lesson.
1. Enlist their help in preparing the picnic lunch. This will give them a sense of accomplishment and pique their interest in the outing. Feeling like they're in control of WHAT they eat will make them want to change Rainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-67268352350840807552011-08-24T18:35:00.001-03:002011-08-24T18:35:43.384-03:00Day at the lake, with sandwichesRainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-51196888572801262482011-08-23T21:43:00.002-03:002011-08-23T22:10:44.533-03:00HoudiniThrough a haze, she heard the bell ring. Expecting a parcel, she figured they'd just leave it on the step and rolled back over. A second ticked by, then two. Sleep was now elusive. Easing out of the bed so as not to wake the sleeping three year old, she tiptoed to the window. No delivery truck in sight. The laughter of children floated up from the street, a warm breeze fluttered the curtains.
Rainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-69113746535452384342011-08-21T21:59:00.002-03:002011-08-21T23:02:36.380-03:00Seven down. I'm reminded of the bit in The Sound of Music when the Reverend Mother was telling Maria about the governess position.
-Seven children?!
-Do you like children?
-Well, yes, but seven!
I wish I had an audio clip. Her astonishment at "seven" is exactly how I'm feeling now. Seven weeks of summer, gone?! Nonsense. We haven't done half the things we'd planned. I can't have made it through, I Rainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-2389377907722503892011-08-19T08:43:00.000-03:002011-08-19T08:43:50.728-03:00The cat hates me, too.I kept a diary as a girl, like many. I suppose this blog is my grown up version, also like many. I came across one of my old diaries while cleaning the other day (labeled "Bedtime Stories", I guess to dissuade snoopers??) and thought I'd share a few pieces with you, Cringe-style! As I flipped through it, I was saddened by the angst I wasRainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-86391227475139641952011-08-17T21:59:00.000-03:002011-08-17T21:59:36.002-03:00No Hissing.
The boys came up with many of these on their own. Alas, we still need to address the penis issue.
Rainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-36494805087009401902011-08-15T13:42:00.000-03:002011-09-04T17:04:55.697-03:00Whiskey Tango Foxtrot - and other things I've said latelyThere are some phrases you just never thought you'd hear yourself say. Or even expect anyone else to say. But they've become commonplace at our house. Most have to do with proper penis etiquette.Why does it fall to me to teach them how to handle - or not - their peckers?
1. Stop wrapping your penis around the table leg.
(True story.)
2. Get your sandwich off your penis. That's why you have Rainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-17763034414181493032011-08-14T22:24:00.002-03:002011-08-21T17:34:35.126-03:00Six down.Seriously?? There's only 3 weeks left? Wow. I guess I should get the back to school shopping down. September 6th is going to be a momentous day: Elliot's first day, Felix's first day of preschool, and my first day back at college. Wowza. Gonna be a lot of photos snapped at the end of the driveway!
Ok, looking back over this week...
Monday it was raining. I set up an art studio, we painted the Rainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-39527390346988118272011-08-12T09:49:00.001-03:002011-08-12T09:49:54.396-03:00Oranges are bad for depression. Apparently.I kept a diary as a girl, like many. I suppose this blog is my grown up version, also like many. I came across one of my old diaries while cleaning the other day (labeled "Bedtime Stories", I guess to dissuade snoopers??) and thought I'd share a few pieces with you, Cringe-style! As I flipped through it, I was saddened by the angst I was Rainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-21983212409211313482011-08-10T15:59:00.002-03:002011-08-10T15:59:51.784-03:00It's raining. Again.
TV zombies
Rainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-3800521172977490682011-08-09T14:41:00.000-03:002011-08-09T14:41:35.894-03:00RewardingElliot crawled into bed with me just before 7 this morning and exuberantly declared, "I love you mama. You're the most wonderful mama and you always do the best new things." He went on to add, "But I don't like looking at the TV when it's black." Way to butter me up, kid!
We left the house a few minutes early. I jogged the whole way to our first appointment, 26 minutes. (I haven't been on the Rainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-38680627528821824562011-08-08T09:18:00.002-03:002011-08-08T09:40:37.699-03:00Five down.Where did that one go??? Speedy little thing.
We spent last weekend recovering from my week away with the boys. We'd thought about going on a family camping trip, maybe going to the zoo or wildlife park or to the farm. But it was just too much effort. We did some walking trails close to home, hit a few playgrounds, filled the wading pool in the backyard. Sunday night there were fireworks, so we Rainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-83599536699538436892011-08-05T09:38:00.001-03:002011-08-05T09:39:16.378-03:00Bad prom dateI kept a diary as a girl, like many. I suppose this blog is my grown up version, also like many. I came across one of my old diaries while cleaning the other day and thought I'd share a few pieces with you, Cringe-style! As I flipped through it, I was saddened by the angst I was expressing, the cursing, the hating, the self-depreciating andRainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-85160576318930161682011-08-03T12:06:00.001-03:002011-08-03T12:06:58.288-03:00Sandwich butterfly
Elliot gets artsy
Rainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-59204087447017365372011-08-01T11:02:00.024-03:002011-08-03T16:41:02.183-03:00Four down.So week 4 was a traveling week. A week full of adventure, clinging limpets, late nights, early mornings, wet beds and smelly feet. Happy to report there were no snake sightings and only 1 near-drowning incident per child!
Monday we loaded the car, hung some clean sheets on the line to dry and waiting impatiently for the dishwasher to shut off so we could just go already. Out the door by 10:06, Rainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-38654989820383080942011-07-29T06:54:00.060-03:002011-07-29T06:54:01.034-03:00Eternal IdiotI kept a diary as a girl, like many. I suppose this blog is my grown up version, also like many. I came across one of my old diaries while cleaning the other day and thought I'd share a few pieces with you, Cringe-style! As I flipped through it, I was saddened by the angst I was expressing, the cursing, the hating, the self-depreciating and Rainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-20138756239485735322011-07-28T12:09:00.002-03:002011-08-03T16:46:24.211-03:00Happy Birthday, darling.This is a place holder for Felix's birthday letter. We're traveling and, though I have internet access, these clowns haven't been going to sleep until 9 or 10 at night, at which point I'm also blind with exhaustion - and rage. Go the F*ck to Sleep is right!
So, until I get myself together, please enjoy these photos of my baby. Who is somehow turning 3 today. Not possible.
And Rainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-16539775786579842612011-07-27T07:22:00.002-03:002011-07-27T07:22:00.893-03:00Old Time Fire Fighter
Don't worry, old chap, we got this.
Rainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-835806395586459742011-07-25T06:53:00.001-03:002011-07-25T06:53:42.396-03:00Three downHmmm, let's see.... what happened last week? Well, a whole lot of sticking close to home. Potty training will do that to you. But we cautiously started to branch out a bit.
Monday we went to a playground up the street. Stopped at the coffee shop, got a muffin and a decaf. They played and ate, I watched and drank. Elliot used the potty that I'd so thoughtfully brought. Felix waited until we got Rainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-18165069440799058232011-07-24T17:26:00.003-03:002011-07-24T19:27:36.574-03:00The one where he wasn't there.There's nothing quite as heart stopping as running through the aisles in a store, calling frantically for your child who is no where in sight.
We went to Canadian Tire to buy a tent last night. Because in order to take the boys camping, we need something slightly more spacious than the old 3 person dome, especially when children turn into starfish as they sleep. The boys were in full wrang mode,Rainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-10500586759201924922011-07-22T18:26:00.000-03:002011-07-22T18:26:27.749-03:00Friday's folliesTaking the kids with me to the employment insurance office probably wasn't the brightest of moves. Not only did it showcase that I wasn't, in fact, ready and able to work that day, but they were rather disruptive. To put it mildly.
First there was the running away and down the corridor, peaking in on other meetings in session. They were quickly called back and harnessed into the stroller and fedRainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-87114977745223406282011-07-22T17:31:00.011-03:002011-07-22T18:40:07.774-03:00Get this girl some prozac!I kept a diary as a girl, like many. I suppose this blog is my grown up version, also like many. I came across one of my old diaries while cleaning the other day and thought I'd share a few pieces with you, Cringe-style! As I flipped through it, I was saddened by the angst I was expressing, the cursing, the hating, the self-depreciating and Rainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-51785552323087035282011-07-20T17:36:00.000-03:002011-07-21T18:17:57.430-03:00Boys and balls
Sunshine, lawn bowling, bocci and boys
Rainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-91400936695159469122011-07-18T22:49:00.002-03:002011-07-19T16:56:30.244-03:00Two down.Well. Here we are, already into week 3 before I get a chance to fill you in on week 2. And what a week it was!
Monday I was still thinking I was dying of a tumour, so we skipped driving to the park (in case I crashed) and went to a local playground instead. I took the double stroller but the boys walked the whole way. We started at the playground of an elementary school, one they hadn't been to Rainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-3022600329557421742011-07-15T15:43:00.001-03:002011-07-15T16:19:20.712-03:00Potty Pity PartyPotty training makes me cry.
Seriously. I hated it with Elliot and am terrified of it now. Thanks, El.
Felix is registered in Elliot's preschool for September. That's 6 weeks away. But if he's not out of diapers, he can't go. It's a lot of stress and pressure on both of us. Well, on me since he doesn't care or even know what's going on. Realistically, he's not ready. But I'm pushing throughRainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-24662607808628648832011-07-15T08:41:00.002-03:002011-07-18T08:11:55.861-03:00Meat is cruelI kept a diary as a girl, like many. I suppose this blog is my grown up version, also like many. I came across one of my old diaries while cleaning the other day and thought I'd share a few pieces with you, Cringe-style! As I flipped through it, I was saddened by the angst I was expressing, the cursing, the hating, the self-depreciating and self-harming, Rainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-12875521070155755962011-07-13T16:19:00.000-03:002011-07-13T16:19:25.082-03:00The Library
He stole away to a quiet location, made himself comfy and filled his diaper. Yeah. Potty training not going so well.
Rainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-41611449708339071892011-07-11T16:33:00.002-03:002011-07-12T15:57:10.588-03:00They've got rhythm!I've had headaches for the past month. Weird ones, like a combination of caffeine withdrawal and a sinus infection. But, since I haven't had any caffeine in an impressively long time - beyond infrequent decaf coffees, that I suppose could have been switched out on me by mistake, that and ok, frequent chocolate - and there's been no sinus congestion or even a runny nose, I'm stumped. I thought Rainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-50580175257706825992011-07-09T22:16:00.001-03:002011-07-19T21:24:56.464-03:00One down.So I'm patting myself on the back and pouring a stiff drink for making it through the first week of summer vacation together. The week was jam packed full of activities and outings, an attempt at setting a rhythm. And still, far too much TV. But hey - I was hung over that day.
Took both boys to a birthday party today. One of Felix's daycare buddies. The rotten weather forced us all inside a Rainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-70772130648190096512011-07-08T09:29:00.001-03:002011-07-18T08:11:25.082-03:00Oh goody!I kept a diary as a girl, like many. I suppose this blog is my grown up version, also like many. I came across one of my old diaries while cleaning the other day and thought I'd share a few pieces with you, Cringe-style! As I flipped through it, I was saddened by the angst I was expressing, the cursing, the hating, the self-depreciating and self-harming, the Rainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-69860660270618797642011-07-06T22:47:00.000-03:002011-07-06T22:47:53.921-03:00Waterfront Wednesday
Pirates say Arrrrrr!!! Or at least, "You stink, I hate you."
Dwarfed under the wave
Splashing good time!
Zonked. Note the now cut off pants. It was that hot.
Rainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-53373650778161231172011-07-01T22:56:00.000-03:002011-07-01T22:56:52.637-03:00K-I-S-S-I-N-GI kept a diary as a girl, like many. I suppose this blog is my grown up version, also like many. I came across one of my old diaries while cleaning the other day and thought I'd share a few pieces with you, Cringe-style! As I flipped through it, I was saddened by the angst I was expressing, the cursing, the hating, the self-depreciating and self-harming, the need Rainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-48169760769102281352011-06-29T14:06:00.000-03:002011-06-29T14:06:12.118-03:00Bad mama!
Not dairy-free.
Dairy-induced sugar coma.
Rainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-5835671786785945412011-06-25T19:08:00.000-03:002011-06-25T19:08:48.023-03:00Daily rhythmCarol Nasr could just be my most favourite person ever. I thought so after our first meeting, waaaaay back in December. But then life got in the way and I stopped remembering her words and following her advice and then the summer home with the boys was looming in front of me and I knew I had to come up with a game plan or we might not make it out alive.
She does home visits and came to check outRainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-85003967808292915772011-06-24T22:38:00.000-03:002011-06-24T22:38:32.195-03:00I want rosesI kept a diary as a girl, like many. I suppose this blog is my grown up version, also like many. I came across one of my old diaries while cleaning the other day and thought I'd share a few pieces with you, Cringe-style! As I flipped through it, I was saddened by the angst I was expressing, the cursing, the hating, the self-depreciating and self-harming, the need to be Rainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-69708940210531988142011-06-22T22:24:00.000-03:002011-06-22T22:24:11.595-03:00Boys in a box
Brothers
Rainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-33104323162109537862011-06-21T15:49:00.004-03:002011-06-21T21:54:38.480-03:00There's no place like home.In this moment, I am struggling.
My course for September is full, without me in it. So now I'm wondering if this is fate. If I'm meant to be doing something else. Or if all the pieces will fall into place and I'll get pulled from the waitlist.
The boys are playing happily together upstairs right now, but no one is napping, which of course means mama ain't napping. (How sad is it that spell Rainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-13745348398147571152011-06-19T16:49:00.000-03:002011-06-19T16:49:37.710-03:00Happy Father's DayI kept a diary as a girl, like many. I suppose this blog is my grown up version, also like many. I came across one of my old diaries while cleaning the other day and thought I'd share a few pieces with you, Cringe-style! As I flipped through it, I was saddened by the angst I was expressing, the cursing, the hating, the self-depreciating and self-harming, the need to be loved, Rainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-5857763378495689112011-06-15T09:21:00.001-03:002011-06-29T14:38:00.285-03:00All came crashing down
Before
Picnic gawkers
Yesterday
Oh... and...
Rrrraaarrrrrr!
Rainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-41787753870047938212011-06-11T22:06:00.001-03:002011-06-11T22:22:10.157-03:00Beachin'Our city holds a yearly Curbside Giveaway, where you can drag all your unwanted crap treasures out to the curb for anyone to find and claim. We participated last year, cleaned out a bunch of crap treasures and yes, brought some new crap treasures into the house - Felix's big boy bed, for example, was being given away by one of his daycare teachers.
This year, the day was bright and sunny. We Rainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-52224551431326334512011-06-10T13:39:00.000-03:002011-06-10T13:39:10.659-03:00Primary RelativityTook Elliot for his primary orientation this morning. He alternated between being excitedly curious and being a clingy, refusing mess. We arrived a few minutes early, getting the lay of the land. This school reminds me of a rabbit warren or an ant farm There are staircases and hallways that go everywhere! Walking through the main door, you are on a landing with 2 staircases directly in front of Rainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-13867852767099681652011-06-10T13:02:00.001-03:002011-06-19T16:49:56.602-03:00I will always remember...I kept a diary as a girl, like many. I suppose this blog is my grown up version, also like many. I came across one of my old diaries while cleaning the other day and thought I'd share a few pieces with you, Cringe-style! As I flipped through it, I was saddened by the angst I was expressing, the cursing, the hating, the self-depreciating and self-harming, the need to be loved, to Rainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-49239015062762680382011-06-08T11:05:00.002-03:002011-06-08T11:05:59.160-03:00Do Not Enter Elliot's Room
Thankfully written in dry-erase marker.
Rainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-77273862134340068482011-06-07T21:38:00.002-03:002011-06-07T22:23:38.592-03:0025 lbs5 bags of potatoes is a lot of weight. And somehow I've managed to lose it. And no, I still don't see it.
My cardiovascular health is greatly improved. I can run - at 5.2 to 5.6, even punching it up to 6 mph - for a full 30 minutes now, and then I really only stop due to time constraints. I've even been running outside. We were late for gymnastics class on Sunday and instead of taking the car, (Rainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-81149664017374718002011-06-03T21:12:00.002-03:002011-06-19T16:49:56.602-03:00No "words"I kept a diary as a girl, like many. I suppose this blog is my grown up version, also like many. I came across one of my old diaries while cleaning the other day and thought I'd share a few pieces with you, Cringe-style! As I flipped through it, I was saddened by the angst I was expressing, the cursing, the hating, the self-depreciating and self-harming, the need to be loved, to have a Rainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-32630578581926663062011-05-31T12:19:00.002-03:002011-06-09T08:24:15.400-03:00PremonitionsSo I'm setting up for it to be a fat and sweet summer.
The boys are gaga over these two books. I've had to drag Elliot out of the cupboard twice now - all he wants to do is pull down all of the the sprinkles and decorating supplies and get them set up in individual cups that would rival a Martha Stewart spread. Felix just wants ducks. I'm holding out as long as I can, but I know my days are Rainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-79459488498684953762011-05-27T21:29:00.000-03:002011-06-19T16:49:56.603-03:00Do you understand?I kept a diary as a girl, like many. I suppose this blog is my grown up version, also like many. I came across one of my old diaries while cleaning the other day and thought I'd share a few pieces with you, Cringe-style! As I flipped through it, I was saddened by the angst I was expressing, the cursing, the hating, the self-depreciating and self-harming, the need to be loved, to have a Rainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-76113835700527410712011-05-23T08:12:00.001-03:002011-05-23T20:09:50.953-03:00Hairy Wee WeeAhhh that Elliot, he's such a clown. Picked him up a bit early from daycare on Friday. We went to the grocery store which is next to Felix's daycare to buy some naan bread. On the walk across the parking lot to go get Felix, Elliot started singsong chanting, "Hairy Wee WEE!" Over and over and over. I asked him what he meant and he said the song was about a cat named Harry who was very hairy and Rainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008981564462113400.post-80265865601247772892011-05-21T07:07:00.000-03:002011-05-21T07:07:11.525-03:00BelatedMay 14, 2008 - out walking with a friend and my water broke. I was only 30 weeks pregnant and freaking out. Went to the hospital and heard the words "textbook ferning" and "nicu preemie". Things resealed and I went on bedrest for the duration of the pregnancy. Felix was 10 days over due in the end. Stinker.
May 15, 2009 - Chocolate on a Rainy Day was born!
May 16, 2010 - We start looking into Rainydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650764598599832814noreply@blogger.com0