quackers

My family has bugged me for a long time about the crackers I buy for the kids. They are the Blue Menu crackers from Superstore, featuring whole grains, low fat, and less sodium. I don't mind them. I admit they make other crackers taste like a piece of Cheesecake, but they are healthy (comparably) and a quick and easy snack. My kids have always eaten them without a complaint.

It wasn't until Tuesday when I had the Joy School kids over, that I was beaten over the head with how bad these crackers really are. I tried to feed them to everyone for snack, and a sweet little girl asked me, "Why do these taste like dog food?"

Christmas pictures

Sweet child o' mine.


Levi looks like a little rock star in this pic. I had to cut out Enoch cause he looked like he had never seen light before.

These last two were taken at the Zoo Lights in Calgary.


Better late than never, right?

copy cat

Sorry EC, I am copying you here......it just fit and I thougt about your blog all day.

IMPOSSIBLE
Oxford Dictionary Definition:
not able to occur, exist, or be done
difficult to deal with
very unreasonable

IMPOSSIBLE
Parent's Dictionary Definition:
potty training a child with the runs

one thousand, one hundred, forty-six

That is how many days I have been a parent without having a child up-chuck. (Other than baby spit up, which doesn't count, and when we tried to force feed Levi medicine-which is different cause that was our fault and the mess was contained.) To any of you who have had to deal with this already, my hat goes off to you!!

Last night my dear sweet Levi came crawling into bed with me. He does this occasionally, no big deal. Then just as I was dozing back to sleep cuddling the little guy, I hear a big intake of air. Oh no. Not now. Our clean streak is about to break!: I can't believe how much food the human stomach can house. It is impressive, especially for a 3 year old.

An hour later, with me on the couch, Levi on the love seat, Dad in bed (no sheets-they are in the wash), and a tub full of laundry to do, we are all back to trying to catch some ZZZZZZZs.

YES!!!

As much as I wanted to write a blog about this yesterday, I didn't. The subject is, well, found in the gutter. But what is a mom supposed to do if her 3-year old has finally taken the plunge and gone #2 in the toilet? I want to run around and scream it from the rooftops. I want to streak in the streets, just so that all will know my joy. 6 months of training, and we are finally getting
somewhere people!!

Not only did he do it yesterday, but today he did it all by himself. I fell asleep on the couch cuddling Heffy (Enoch), and Levi wakes me up saying, "I did it!!" I am instantly fearful as a smell worse that morning breath reaches my nostrils. What?! Where?! When?! But there it was, in the pot right where it was supposed to be.

As happy as I am, we are not out of the woods yet, we still need to transfer Levi to a big toilet. And, sadly enough, by the time he is done and ready to go, it'll be Enoch's turn.

swim time

Me and the little boys go swimming just about once a week in the winter time. We have lots of fun even though it can be very exhausting trying to change myself, and two little guys, while trying to keep everyone dry. Today as we were getting ready to jump in the pool:

Levi: Mommy, are you going to swim like a froggy or like a fish?

Mommy: Like a froggy, I guess

Levi: No Mommy, how bout you swim like a whale. You could be a whale.

date night

We saw a cute movie tonight: August Rush. I would recommend it to anyone who likes a bit of a tear jerker and music and a clean flick all rolled into one. Even the blood bath loving husband enjoyed it and gives his two thumbs way up.

????

I was at work tonight and I overheard from the next room over that someone had paid $200 to have their daughter dressed up like their favorite Disney Princess (hair, make-up, dress, accessories) at Disney World. I couldn't believe it. Who on earth would fork out money for that? Would you?

bedtime bedlam

Our bedtime rituals have entered a new saga. If you don't recall the events of when we first roomed our boys together, let me just say that it was a definite act of mutiny against the parents.
Now, they have lashed out again in an effort to stay awake as long as possible. Heffalumpy (Enoch) has been able to turn on the light switch for weeks now, but we have been able to curb that action by moving his crib away from the wall. But older brother happily pushes the crib back and forth until either may gain easy access to the light. So, we have now started to tape the light switch shut, with two pieces of masking tape expertly applied in a x so as to inhibit all movement of the switch. I thought this was working well for a few days, until I realized that it was not Josh who removed the tape in the morning, but the kids somehow during the night. As a last resort we have had to unscrew the light bulbs. Finally, they are going to sleep.

one more semester (of many)

We are back in town and have been for almost a week. Things have been laid back and relaxing, for the most part.

It was lots of fun staying up till all hours with family and friends like we were teenagers, but I have to admit that my body cant take the late hours like it used to. Staying out till 2 used to be an early night, but when you tie that in with kids that get up at 6am, it just doesn't work very well. Thanks to everyone who put a roof over our heads, and food in our mouths, and games on the table.

My holiday highlight would have to be when I had to leave the packed restaurant on Christmas Eve from a party of 26, without hardly getting a bite, because the kids were so excruciatingly awful that we could not eat nor talk to anyone else at the table. Sorry to all who had to hear.