Wednesday, May 31, 2006

Good Morning

There's nothing like waking up in the morning to the sound of someone peeing in the toilet, especially when both you and your husband are still in bed! Yes that's right Matthias made it thru his first night without peeing the bed! This is a ginormous celebration and we celebrated as is due. Then we've been getting Callah familiar with the little potty, hoping she'll just want to start potty training and she peed in the potty! Another huge milestone! My kids rock (on occasion I'll gladly admit this fact. Today is such an occasion!)!!

Now if only I can get her to stop eating sand and standing in front of a moving swing.

Monday, May 29, 2006


....sweet Jackman. Tonite Steve and I went to see X-Men 3 (if you are going to see it, there's additional footage AFTER the credits) and all I could see is Hugh. Oh sweet Hugh.

Totally worth watching if you liked the first 2.

But now I'm totally tired and have a busy day tomorrow, so g'nite and sweet dreams!!!

rain, rain, rain

I am so sick of rain. This is definately why I could never live on the west or east coast. I did once for 3 months and that was long enough for me. Not only is it just gloomy, but it wreaks havoc with your emotions. This past week has been hell at my house. I thought it was just PMS (by the way, as a side note, a woman at my bible study last week told this joke. Why is it called PMS? B'cos mad cow disease was already taken. Badoom, doom, crash - that's the drum/cymbol sound that always follows a bad joke) but I noticed Steve had it too, so it occured to me that it must have something to do with the weather. Not to mention the fact that the kids were absolutely psycho last week as well. So I'm finished with my period now and finding myself still quite moody and well, generally literally just pissed off and irritable. Is there such thing as post-menstrual syndrome ? I wonder. Yesterday, everyone and everything was completely ticking me off at church which only irritated me further b'cos all I could think about was how good, Christian women (especially youth pastor wives) should NOT act and think like this. I was and am so ashamed.

Guess I need to work on that "Healing for the angry heart" study again.

On the up side (and if your a natural pessimist like myself, you may be asking,"what? There's an upside?") the sun is suppossed to make an appearance for 2 days, before hiding again for another week, Tuesday and Wednesday, so Kinsmen park should still be on. Hope to see you all there (and I do mean it, honestly)!

Saturday, May 27, 2006


After a "beautiful" morning outside golfing with a bunch of other Mom's and a supremely full stomache I was really glad to come home to a sleeping house. Thinking (key word: thinking) how wonderful it would be to have a sleep on the couch, I curled up with a blanket and pillow and closed my eyes. 15 minutes later the phone rang. 10 minutes after that the kids woke up, one after the other. So I hurded them together and said, "it's not time to get up yet, let's go sleep on Mom's bed." Bad idea. Huge mistake. No sooner did I get them down, then they started poking one another. "Eye" Callah would say and gouge out Matthias' eye. "Ear" and pull his ear (and of course she'd have to do both eyes and both ears). Then they started pushing and laughing. I curled into a ball. Then they jumped up and starting chasing each other around my curled form on the bed. "Ouch!" I'd mumble as they stepped on a bunch of my hair. "Ouch!" as they tripped over my leg. I pulled my blanket over my head and curled into the fetal position.

I wonder... is this some sort of rite of passage into motherhood?

Thursday, May 25, 2006

Somebody Said...

I got this in my e-mail, thought it was pretty cute, so I'm passing it onto you.

Somebody said it takes about six weeks to get back to normal after you've had a baby .
doesn't know that once you're a mother, "Normal,"
is history.
Somebody said you learn how to be a mother by instinct .

Somebody never took a three-year-old shopping.

Somebody said being a mother is boring .....

Somebody never rode in a car driven by a teenager with a driver's permit.
Somebody said if you're a "good" mother, your child will "turn out good."

Somebody thinks a child comes with directions and a
Somebody said "good" mothers never raise their voices .

Somebody never came out the back door just in time to see her child hit a golf ball through the neighbor's kitchen window.

Somebody said you don't need an education to be a mother.

Somebody never helped a fourth grader with her math.

Somebody said you can't love the fifth child as much as you love the first.

Somebody doesn't have five children.
Somebody said a mother can find all the answers to her child-rearing questions in the books ........
Somebody never had a child stuff beans up his nose or in his ears.

Somebody said the hardest part of being a mother is labor and
delivery ....
Somebody never watched her "baby" get on the bus for the first day of kindergarten.

or on a plane headed for military "boot camp."

Somebody said a mother can do her job with her eyes closed and one hand tied behind her back .......

somebody never organized four giggling Brownies to sell cookies.

Somebody said a mother can stop worrying after her child
gets married

Somebody doesn't know that marriage adds a new son or daughter in-law to a mother's heartstrings

Somebody said a mother's job is done when her last child leaves home ..

Somebody never had grandchildren.
Somebody said your mother knows you love her, so you don't need to tell her .

Somebody isn't a mother.

Wednesday, May 24, 2006

Check it out

A friend just sent me this website called

You can check it out. There's some neat stuff on there like an age appropriate household chore chart. It's never too early to start doing chores. I know my kids are always more than eager to help out, it's me that asks them not to. At Mom's awhile back they said (and I may have mentioned this before) we should let them help out now (use the hour that it takes them to help move laundry to read a book for yourself) while they want to, 'cos in a few years they won't want to help out anymore.

Anyway, thought I'd pass it on.


Lately Matthias has taken to boobies. It's almost like a sign of affection. He likes you, he grabs your boobs. It's funny in the way that I can't believe he's doing this. So I laugh, which only makes him do it more. Yesterday I was giving him a piggy back and his hands went from around my neck to my boobs. He's lucky he's my son or I'd have to kill him (I'm JOKING!!!).

Any advice on how to stop this boobie mongler?

Tuesday, May 23, 2006


The "free" weekend is over (yeah rite..."free" I feel incredibly guilty over the amount of money I spent the past 3 days, even tho' in reality it wasn't really all that much) and my only regret was that we didn't stay a day longer (sorry "d"). There's just so much one can do, aside from shopping. So when you spend a day (4 hours) in the car, a day shopping and then another (4 hours) in the car on the way back, it just seems to be incredibly rushed. We did enjoy a nice supper out at East Side Marios (which I'd recommend) and catched 2 flicks at Rainbow (Inside Man and Failure to Launch). The worst part about these trips tho' is coming home. You kinda get used to only looking after yourself, even if it's only a day, then coming home, to two screaming kids is such a gut-punch. A rude awakening. I'm not saying it's not nice to be home, but being away has it's definate perks too. Thankfully my sister was still here, so I was able to immerse myself back into the swing of things throughout the day.

This morning we headed over to Kinsmen. There were a couple of Mom's there already and a few showed up after we arrived. I think it'll be a good thing. The kids sure liked hanging out and some of them recognized each other from Mom's Morning Out. Remember, if you're in the area, every Tuesday morning (weather permitting) 10-11 am (times approx. You can really show up anytime you want and leave whenever). My sister said on the walk home that "according to those other Mom's it's about time you have a baby". I said "what? They said that?" She said, "no, but they all had babies..." so somehow that relates to me and that fact that I too, should have one. Again, I'll keep you posted on that one.

Steve made it home last night too. Tired and dirty. He said he had a good time.

Wow. Here's a plug for you. Tomorrow on Oprah, she's going to take a concentration camp survivor back to Auswitz (I'm sure I'm spelling that wrong. Sorry). That should be interesting.

Now it's back to looking up prices. I sold a road bike on e-bay, now I just have to figure out how to get it down to MA as cheap as possible. Any ideas?

Friday, May 19, 2006

soon and very soon

In about an hour a friend and I are heading to Regina for a weekend away. Like she says it couldn't happen soon enough. For some reason my kids have been totally acting up this week. Maybe it's just in my head and it's some sort of coping mechanism for me leaving them for the weekend, or maybe they truly are acting up. I don't know and right now I don't care. All I care about is the fact that I was suppossed to go pick up a part for our Landcruiser (which we are "suppossed" to be driving down) and the part is not in. Or rather, as the guy said, it was ordered and it's "suppossed" (there's that word again) to be here, but he can't find it anywhere. Nice. Very nice. That leaves me where?
This same Landcruiser is also on e-bay as we speak and it's time is almost done in which case if it sells, then we can't take it anyway, but if it doesn't then technically I should be able to take it, however I'll need this stupid part.
Who knew leaving for a weekend could be so difficult?

On a lighter side we were at a friend's birthday party last week and Callah was eating sand. Our friend asked if this was the first time. I said, "no, she does this all the time." She laughed and I thought, oh yeah it's hilarious. Especially when it comes out like sandpaper!

Okay, that wasn't that funny.

So Mom's Morning Out is officially done for the summer. We will be meeting now, every Tuesday, at Kinsmen Park here in Prince Albert. I know I said it before, but we had the windup last week at Lil Red, so now it's officially done.

Otherwise I really have nothing else to say. That's why I haven't been writing that much. Nothing really new and exciting (or un-exciting even) to report. Just kinda blah...waiting for summer holidays and camping and swimming at the beach. Soon. And very soon.

Thursday, May 11, 2006

I wish I could...

Aha!! Finally, even tho' the task seems so simple, for some reason getting this crazy picture up here has taken me numerous, frustrating minutes. So here, finally, is a picture of my kids on one of our many walks out at the Little Red Park here in PA. I have this other photo of them, walking amongst the trees, which I've mentioned before that I absolutedly love. I've always had a fascination with trees.

Anyway, other than that (and this new found knowledge of uploading pics) I don't have much to say at the moment.


Saturday, May 06, 2006


Sometimes I think I think too much. Making mountains of mole hills and giving myself countless hours of sleepless nights. I also think that's a woman's thing, but if I'm wrong then I need a new excuse. My latest thought process' have been about summer and friendship. I freak out constantly about not knowing where and what and when we're having summer holidays. Mainly b'cos I want to ensure that we do get summer holidays. Steve is the kind of person, where if you don't make plans, the time flies by and it doesn't get done. That's why I'm pushing the whole holiday thing. I NEED summer holidays. A few good days of camping will cure whatever itch I've got.

I've been thinking about travelling. The thought occured this morning that I'm a traveller stuck in a body in Prince Albert. Not everyone is a traveller. Some prefer, even if given the opportunity, to just stay put and never go further than their back yards. Myself, I love travelling. I think it comes from my parents, who altho' have only recently went overseas, took us somewhere every summer. We toured Canada, from BC to Quebec, numerous times during my youth and hit many of the States along the way. So when I hear of people who get these awesome opportunities to go somewhere and don't take it b'cos they'd rather hang out with friends at home, I want to just kick them in their butts and say "get moving!". I'd SO gladly take their places. Or they're humming and hawing over whether they should go, well they may never get another opportunity to go, and then they'll regret it when they're older, with kids, and many more responsibilities then they had in their youth.

As a side note. I love Pearl Jam.

Then there's friendship. I laugh at Matthias when he meets someone new. Right away they're his best friend and he loves them. He can't wait to go outside and play with them. His new friends are all he talks about for a few days. It occured to me this morning (I do alot of thinking when there's no kids around...this morning was my morning off, so Steve had the kids and took them shopping) that I'm just like Matthias. I don't have many friends, and so when someone actually wants to be my friend, I smother them. I'm like a 3 yr old and all I want to do is hang out with my new friend...ALL THE TIME. While painting our fence a few moments ago, I also thought that it's like I think they're cheating on me with other friends. I know they're doing stuff with other people, so why when I ask, do they always say no. It's so stupid. How old am I? Anyway, I guess the moral here is that I just have to step out and make more friends. Right?

Now for lunch, and hopefully some rest from my thoughts.

Wednesday, May 03, 2006

is this normal?

Both my kids have colds...again. I'm seriously wondering if there isn't more to it then just the weather or germs. Is there something in my house? The carpet maybe? So I washed down all the walls again with bleach, maybe that'll help.

But this morning Callah was in her room when I heard her call out in this really low, scratchy voice, "Mommy...Mommy...". It was kinda freaky. I went to check on her to see if it really was my little girl. There she was reading books on the floor. Now let me ask you, is that normal?

This evening at supper I look up at Matthias and he has the collar of his shirt pulled down exposing his nipple. "Mommy, this is my boob." He then proceeded to tickle himself and say "tickle, tickle". I covered my mouth with my hands to hide my smile, then told him to stop doing that and eat his supper. Again, let me ask you, is this normal?

think summer...

think summer...think summer. I've been repeating this little chant all morning. When I woke up to pee and saw snow on my neighbours roof (think summer), when my kids woke up at 6:47 am and the house was FREEZING (think summer), when Matthias looked outside and said excitedly "It's snowing!" (think summer) and when I went outside to work out in my shorts and flip-flops (think summer) and nearly froze off all things precious to me (think summer). Today is not the kind of May day I was hoping for.

Think summer.

Oh sweet heavenly summer.

Where are you?