YOU CAN EAT OUTSIDE
My solution for not having to sweep the floors after every meal.
YOU CAN EAT OUTSIDE
May 24, 2013 · 6:03 pm
Putting the car…
Putting the carriage before the horses can stop the journey short.
May 24, 2013 · 2:46 am
Or maybe a Vlog instead.
Maybe I can start a Vlog. I’ll probably Vlog less often then I’ll blog.
Not sure.
I should really think before posting.
Or should I?
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My Own Radio Show
I would love to have my own radio show, but I don’t even know where to start.
We could make it live. It could be fun.
I didn’t put an exclamation point there because It, could be fun but writing it isn’t.
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The Cure to my Memory problem
So basically my memory is so bad that I can’t even remember what the previous post was about. Ok now I’m starting to remember.
So my mind is so tired that I can’t even manage to remember the most simple things or things that I’ve known my whole life.
“Things or things?”
You see how bad it is?
Anyways, I think I might’ve found something that’s really going to help me.
You’ll know if it worked. If it works we’ll have structure in our posts. Or else I’ll be a mess as usual.
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And those who r…
And those who read are the ones who know if the writing has evolved.
May 24, 2013 · 1:09 am
My Second Attempt to Live Blogging.
I rewrote the first line of this post like a million times before I decided on this one.
That’s how much I care about what goes on this Blog.
I carefully weigh each word I say
For I know, reading are they.
If I were speaking instead of writing you would experience the improv aspect of my blog. Those who know me, know that I’m a good speaker and those who know me even better, know that I’m a bad writer. So if this is my bad writing. Imagine my speaking.
Or maybe I had it wrong all this time?
Only one way to find out.
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This gave me an idea for a future post…
Kids are asleep; Jack is watching the game upstairs. He’ll probably come down at the commercial.
I can hear A1 “Mom! I can’t sleep!”. I’ll let Jack deal with her.
All it takes is for you to let the “I can’t sleep” or “I had a bad dream” slide one time and it’s over. Same goes for everything else. We’re not cruel, if they really can’t sleep or had a bad dream we do what we gotta do, but when they come down saying “I had a bad dream” 45 seconds after you’ve put them to bed, usually that’s a good hint that they’re faking.
Jack was unloading the dishwasher during the first period. Now that’s love. Our Hockey team is eliminated from the playoffs but it doesn’t mean there’s going to be less hockey watching until the end of the playoffs. I’m praying that no one scores while he’s busy doing something for me. Or else it will be the end of me…
And they score!
He came running to the TV. “That’s why they have replays.” I said. “It’s not the same!” he replied, then grabbed a pillow and threw it straight into my face and went back to the dishwasher.
Such a simple creature…
I wish throwing a pillow would be enough to calm me down.
“Hmm, this is interesting” I just murmured to myself.
Jack: What’s interesting? (He’s here now)
I’m not even going to attempt to explain it to him, for his attention is already back into the game.
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Positive Vibes for a Little Butterfly
You’re sitting in the hospital waiting room. You’ve brought your child in for fever. “It’s just fever, maybe it’s just a virus” some have told you. You’ve probably Googled “ When to consult if fever” , but yet you’re here, at the hospital. Why? Because your gut told you.
That “gut” is your motherly instinct and you’ve done a great job following it.
You know your child best. You know when they’re not their usual self.
Now, I want to ask anyone reading this to send a positive healthy thought towards this mommy’s little girl waiting to see the dr.
If we all pitch in sending positive vibes, hopefully they will tell her it’s nothing but a virus and quickly send her back home.
Tell your friends.
I will keep you posted.
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Beat the Voices Inside Your Head
I’m losing concentration…I can hear a TV on really low, but it’s not mine. Could I be hearing a neighbour’s TV ? I mean the houses here are pretty close together… What if it’s not the TV? What if I’m hearing voices in my head? Ok I’m getting paranoid again. My heart rate just went up a notch.
Stop.
I’m closing my eyes and focusing on my breathing. I suddenly forget what was bothering me and I move on. I just did it now and it’s worked so well that I don’t remember what was freaking me out in the first place.
So I’m going to look up and read.
Oh ya the noise. I just realized, it’s coming from my TV. I thought it was on Mute, but it wasn’t. It’s just really really low.
Oups. lol
You see how crazy we can get when our mind is not at peace.
I’m learning…
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The truth about Victoria day
So today was Victoria Day. Or so they said.
Before I started writing this post, I actually Googled: “Victoria Day” to find out if it was actually today.
All I know, is that today, the kids didn’t have school. That means, 3 kids, 3 meals, 2 naps (A1 won’t bend), an outing, baths if necessary (usually only A2), 3 simultaneous but completely different bed time routines including the flapping arm thing I mentioned, a story and 3 warm milks of different preparations and presentations of course. Oh ya, and forgot to mention, endless diaper changes.
So thank You Queen Victoria for letting my husband stay home from work today.
(And then I bow)
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So This Once Doesn’t Have a Title
So coming to you live, it’s now past midnight and I’m still up. Did you think I was kidding when I say : I don’t sleep?!
Its ok, I’ll sleep when I’m old.
Jack went upstairs 3 hours earlier to get something and never came back. I found him later, he was knocked out, Exhausted.
What am I doing up? Talking to you.
I just got an idea for a post…
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6 Months Old Flapping Arm
We just put all of the kids to sleep. Putting A3 to bed is starting to get tricky. She’s going to be 6 months soon and her arms moves uncontrollably. At that age they have this weird arm flapping motion. At bed time their arm starts flapping as if they’re trying to whack a fly, they get all excited and then you can forget about them sleeping. Then as soon as that’s done with and they’re starting to dose off, they grab and pull their own ear or pull their own hair, wake themselves up and then cry as if someone else did it.
So you need to gently hold their arms down and try to find a comfortable position for them. Supposing baby is lying on the back, you can fold over the blanket under one arm and place the other arm on their tummy.
Once you control the arm situation, it’s all good… for a while, until they’re 7 months old and then it’s something else!
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BIG NEWS in my little blog world. I’VE BEEN NOMINTATED FOR A BLOG AWARD!!!
I’ve been nominated for the Inspirational Blog award and I am truly honored.
Ok, no need to play it cool…I AM EXCITED LIKE A LITTLE SCHOOL GIRL..!!!
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You never know what the next moment holds.
I’ll close the lights; maybe I won’t see the mess. I’m sitting in the “proper” living room right now, trying to get away from the family room. Just to let you know how “proper” it is here, there’s a tricycle right next to me.
People ask me “doesn’t it bother you?” of course I would love to have a perfectly organized and clean house… but that’s not my reality. I have an almost 2 year old whose second favorite hobby is emptying drawers and cupboards on the floor. There’s no secret stash child!
Her first favorite hobby is sticking her hand in the toilet. You all know that by now.
We try to keep them busy over the weekend by doing activities. We played outside, A2 ate gravel, we drew on the sidewalk, A2 ate the chalk, we made bubbles, A2 drank the bubble soap. Before the day was over she went through 4 outfit changes and finally 10 minutes before bed time she stuck her whole arm in the toilet. Jack had to hold her while I washed her; we scrubbed her as if she was going in to perform surgery. “Scrub harder” Jack insisted. It’s just toilet water, no big deal.
Just as we thought the day was over, we found her in the upstairs bathroom chugging a bottle of Jack’s contact lens cleaning liquid.
After they were all put to bed, I went outside for some fresh air. “I’m outside” I told Jack. Sat on my front porch, exchanged a few texts with some friends and they came by to pick me up for a little drive. We drive up and go watch the mansions sometimes, dream big a little, chit chat a little and I’m usually back home within a half hour.
This time, I came back home 5 hours later, drunk with a glow stick necklace around my neck.
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