Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

It's a good thing our kids don't love us like our pets do

It is a nice slow morning. Sam and I are getting dressed for an outing of Christmas shopping. We are all set except for snack-packing, which will only take a minute, then we can hit the road. We're not in a hurry, but there is a finite amount of time between wake-up / snack / lunch / nap during which Sam is patient and happy. So I know that we have to get going before too late otherwise pleasant mother-boy shopping excursion becomes draining flailing whinefest.

I won't bore you with the details of how tricky it is getting us both ready to go out, particularly when there is only one grown up available for toddler supervision. Those of you with kids know. And those of you without, just imagine chasing around a clumsy 2.5 foot version of yourself who is resistant to everything you are trying to do it, especially the cleaning, dressing and feeding tasks. Then picture having your shower while singing songs from the Elephant Show so that the the tiny-you doesn't freak out and think you've disappeared behind that glass door forever. And remember to stick your head out 800 times to makes sure tiny-you hasn't fallen into the toilet or managed to open the door and escape the bathroom. Then get dressed and dry your hair and put on your makeup with the now impatient tiny, snotty, you clinging to your leg and howling.

Whatever time it used to take to get ready to go out is now multiplied by three. But we manage. And this morning we are doing fine. Until we come back downstairs from our primping.

I can see a slice of the kitchen as I round the corner at the bottom of the stairs. I see fluff on the floor and wonder what the cat has gotten into. Once I realize the mess is feathers, I wince at the thought of what I'll see when the whole room is in view.

Luckily, it was just feathers.

And blood. Did I mention blood? Mangy eaten bird blood? Some of it sticking the feathers to the floor. Yuck.

The next 20 minutes were spent sweeping bloody feathers (Seriously, do you know how hard that is?!) while trying to keep 2.5 foot clumsy me from eating them. Then washing the floor. And washing two pairs of hands.


Sabbath (the cat) does this sort of thing on a fairly regular basis. We've even had dead and dying mice delivered to our bedroom in the middle of the night before. I can't really get mad at him for it - this is how cats show their love and respect for their people. I am grateful, however, that Sam sticks to hugs and kisses.

Saturday, December 4, 2010


On me. I haven't blogged. We all know it. No excuses. Let's just move on.

Things I've been doing while not blogging:

1. Welcoming a darling new baby into our pseudo-family. EET was born on November 1st in Illinois and the fabulous news that she was going to be our little niece came on November 5th. We welcomed her to Canada on the 17th. Congratulations to our best friends C&C on their new adventure as parents!

Sam is not too sure about sharing his Auntie Christine . . .

2. Cleaning out my inbox. There are currently seven messages in there. $100 says it's overflowing again in a week.

3. Working. A lot. I don't want to do that anymore. Sadly, the bills don't pay themselves.

4. Turning 31.

5. Kind of freaking out about turning 31. Seriously? This is the way time works? I'm really not getting any younger?


6. Getting ready for Christmas. Craft fairs galore. Have some lights up. Hung the advent calendars. Decided not to do cards this year (you will all get emails or e-cards). Might bake some cookies. Will hopefully give them away rather than eat them all.

7. Feeling guilty about not blogging.

8. Drinking wine and silently hoping that my IUD has not accidentally become dislodged, leaving a vulnerable empty net. A few more months and we'll pull the goalie willingly . . . just not quite yet, please.

9. Discovering a wonderful new (to me) movement called Wholehearted Living. Check it out. I'd say more, but I'm just getting a handle on it myself. For a snippet of what has peaked my interest watch this clip: Brene Brown at TEDx Houston.

10. Enjoying a second Thanksgiving! Thanks to our new niece, who is American by birth, we will now have the tradition of stuffing turkey, and ourselves, three times a year (once you count Christmas).


In addition to the above, we had a couple of nostalgia-inducing snow days.

Sam was not impressed

If you look very closely, you can see that he is almost smiling. I was shovelling and he was taking great pleasure in my labour.