Wednesday, December 24, 2008

One: Christmas Photos

Don't you love getting Christmas photos in the mail? I do. I love putting up photos of all my friends and their families up on my fridge. This year I got more than I usually do, and so I got even more of a thrill than most Christmases. Just plain Christmas cards are great in my books, but when you throw in a family picture with a snazzy Christmas border... Bliss.

Here's ours. (Some of you have one of these still on the way. I'm a little slow.)
Merry Christmas from our family to yours. We ho ho hope that God will bless you with joyful hearts as you celebrate His gift of love this Christmas and always.

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Two: Bubble Lights

Have you ever seen these before? I've only ever seen them in one place: My mom and dad's Christmas tree. I love them. You really have to see them in action to get how pretty they are bubbling away on a tree. So glittery and magical. Mom only set up her new "fancy" Christmas tree this year. All of the fun stuff, including the bubble lights, usually gets put up on the fun tree in the basement, but this year everything got a late start and the awesome tacky Christmas stuff that I love was still in boxes when we got here. So I got out my sister's little tree and took it to Gramma's and set it up with my favorite decorations, including the Angel and her goose and, of course, the bubble lights. It looks fab. I love it.

Here is a video of someone's bubble lights in action. If I get time I'll try to upload some video of the tree the boys and I set up, but I'm thinking I won't get time.)

Monday, December 22, 2008

Three: My New Dentist

My cousin Lisa is a dentist. (She's the Lisa who helped Ang and me write that thank-you note to my gramma.) I had my first appointment with her today. It was the most fun I've ever had at the dentist. It makes me giggle every time someone calls her "Dr. Braun", or whenever I get a message from "Dr. Braun's" office, or when she uses fancy dentist talk. I'm sure it has something to do with being able to picture her fighting with me over which outfit we would each wear when we played dress up.

Ben loves it there. They let him pick as many prizes as he likes. I didn't need prizes to convince me that having a dentist in the family is super. Maybe a visit with Lisa will be enough incentive to get me in the chair for check-ups more often than once every two or three years. That would be super-DUPER!

(I wanted to put up a picture of her giving Ben his first dental exam, but I don't have access to all my photos here at Mom and Dad's. Shucks.)

Four: Gramma

We're staying at my Gramma's house this Christmas. (She's on Vancouver Island over Christmas and she lives only a few blocks from Mom and Dad's. We usually stay at Mom and Dad's, but this is so nice for us especially with Dad frequently feeling sick and/or tired and the boys wanting to play with him CONSTANTLY when we're around. This way everyone gets a break and a little more space than we are used to at Christmas.)

Anyways. We're staying at Gramma's. And it's nice. Especially since staying at Gramma's almost feels like hanging around with her. There's a lot of great Gramma stuff there. All her pretty bells and dolls... And then the best stuff of all... All kinds of pictures of her family and lots of notes and things they've given her over the years. Here's something I found on her fridge that comes from a looooooooooong time ago:I'm not sure how long ago this was written, but I know she's had it up somewhere in her kitchen ever since we gave it to her. I'm guessing we were around ten when we came up with the thoughtful idea of writing a thank-you note after some family gathering. I think the funniest thing about it is that we didn't even bother re-writing it when we made a mistake. You can tell we put a lot of work into this masterpiece that Gramma has had proudly displayed for the last twenty years or so.

But isn't that what makes a gramma so great? She doesn't just treasure you for the amazing things you do, she cherishes even your lamest qualities and has the ability to be proud of everything about you. Staying at her house, surrounded by all that Gramma-love is almost as good as being with her... Almost.

Saturday, December 20, 2008

Five: These Things (Again)

I wrote about these cookies last year. There was a difference though. Last year I had three or four boxes of them, this year I can't find them anywhere. If you Saskatoon people see them anywhere call me pronto because Christmas just isn't the same without them. I've got to stop looking at this picture. It's making me sad.

Friday, December 19, 2008

Six: Coming Home for the Holidays

Ahhhhhhhhh. It's good to be back.

Thursday, December 18, 2008

Seven: Guest Bloggers

Wouldn't it be fun to see how Glen would answer the questions I posted yesterday? Wouldn't it be even more fun if he hadn't read my answers first? You don't have to answer that, because I've already decided (with the help from some prompting) that that's what I'm doing. (Part way from laziness and part way from idle curiosity.) Actually, I guess I should say: That's what Glen is doing. And so without further ado, I give you: Glenard.

1. He's sitting in front of the television, what is on the screen?

Whatever Becky is watching -- usually something dull like "What Not to Wear" or "Grey's Anatomy". ( :P ) If there's something on that I want to watch, I tape it and watch it after the kids are asleep ... Otherwise I'd be interrupted for 3/4 of the episode. (Although lately I've taken to watching Doctor Who online.)

2. You're out to eat what kind of dressing does he get on his salad?

Some sort of House dressing, maybe Greek. Sometimes Creamy Cucumber.

3. What's one food he doesn't like?


4. You go out to a bar, what does he order?

Hmm ... There are so many good choices ... Ceasar, Vodka, Whiskey ... I think I'll have a Pepsi.

5. Where did he go to high school?

North Battleford Comprehensive and Evan Hardy Collegiate.

6. What shoe size does he wear?


7. If he was to collect anything what would it be?
Strategy Board Games.

8. What is his favorite type of sandwich?


9. What would he eat every day if he could?

Mashed potatoes and Chili with a little cheese sprinkled on top.

10. What is his favorite cereal?
Honey nut corn flakes.

11. What would he never wear?

A Jock Strap.

12. What is his favorite sports team?

The Riders. Duh.

13. Who did he vote for?
Stephen Harper of the Conservative Party of Canada. (Universal Day Care! W00t!)

14. Who is his best friend?

15. What is something you do that he wishes you wouldn't do?

Puts caps on bottles, but doesn't screw them shut. I've spilled more things than I care to name from this vicious deception ...

16. How many provinces has he lived in?

One. The Chosen One.

17. What is his heritage?

German/Russian(Ukraine) Mennonite

18. You bake him a cake for his birthday what would it be?

A Star Destroyer. (I could eat that baby for a month!)

19. Did he play sports in high school?


20. What could he spend hours doing?
Runescape, Starcraft, or staring at a map of the Ancient Mediterranean / Middle East planning my next 5 moves for Galen's email game of Civilization: The Expansion Project.

21. What's something cool about him?

My incredibly awesome hair and super stylish accouterments ... I'm so suave!

22. What's something not cool about him?
My incredibly boring hair and super 80's accouterments ... I'm so nerdy!

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Eight: Glenard

Some of you said a while back that you would like to hear some stuff about Glen, since I never seem to talk about him on here. Lucky for me, I came across this quiz on Christy's site yesterday:

1. He's sitting in front of the television, what is on the screen?

Battlestar Gallactica or Dr. Who or some other nerdy science fiction show that most people haven't even heard of.
(Either that or Survivor or Project Runway or some show that he's not interested in, but has to watch because I usually get to pick. Although, that's not entirely accurate either because he usually takes care of the boys while I watch my shows, so even more likely would be WALL-E or Mighty Machines or Backyardigans.)

2. You're out to eat what kind of dressing does he get on his salad?

Tricky... He'll probably let me pick, since if he were to order a salad it would usually be to share with me.

3. What's one food he doesn't like?

Eggs. And "doesn't like" doesn't even begin to encompass it.

4. You go out to a bar, what does he order?

Pizza, because he is at home with the kids. Glen doesn't drink, and I am much more likely to end up in a bar with friends than he is. (Have you ever been in a bar Glen? And Boston Pizza lounge does not count.)

5. Where did he go to high school?

Um... Some school in Saskatoon... Evan Hardy?

6. What shoe size does he wear?

I think?

7. If he was to collect anything what would it be?
Star Wars Lego.

8. What is his favorite type of sandwich?

I'll pick a club sandwich since he orders a lot of them, but Glen loves pretty much all sandwiches equally I think.

9. What would he eat every day if he could?

Ground beef. If it's got ground beef in it, it's probably one of Glen's favorite meals.

10. What is his favorite cereal?
Tricky... I'm going to go with... Fruit Loops? (He likes most sugary cereals.) (These food ones are hard since Glen likes practically everything and really only hates eggs. Really.)

11. What would he never wear?

A turtleneck. Anything trendy. Pink. Pointed shoes. A Speedo.

12. What is his favorite sports team?
Glen doesn't really watch sports, but when he does it's the Riders.

13. Who did he vote for?
Take a wild and crazy guess.

14. Who is his best friend?
I'd like to say me, but I'm not very much fun anymore, so I'll go with his brothers.

15. What is something you do that he wishes you wouldn't do?

Leave my wallet places and doors unlocked.

16. How many provinces has he lived in?


17. What is his heritage?

18. You bake him a cake for his birthday what would it be?

I'd probably bake him cream cheese cupcakes with cherry pie filling.

19. Did he play sports in high school?

Nope. Nada. Unless you count floor hockey.

20. What could he spend hours doing?
Thinking about his turn while we're playing a board game.

21. What's something cool about him?

"Cool" is not usually a word I'd use to describe Glen, but he's a pretty rad dad.

22. What's something not cool about him?
Ha ha! Where to start...? How about the fact that he can tell within seconds which Star Trek episode is on just from the audio? Or the fact than he could probably then continue to directly quote the episode if you put it on mute? (Don't get me wrong people. I love nerds and his nerdy traits are what first attracted me to him... Plus how he looks in a bunny hug with the sleeves pushed up. Mmmmmm.)

So there you have it. A whole bunch of stuff just about my guy Glen... My favorite nerd, and my children's hero. (Now we just need to know how he'd answer these questions.)

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Nine: Christmas Lights

Don't you just love Christmas lights? I do. I especially like the multicolored ones. They look like candy to me. I'm totally not into the white ones, or the icicle ones, and absolutely not blue. Those ones are way too classy for me. If I can't have multicolored then I'll take alternating red and green, but definitely not on their own. Somehow just choosing one color doesn't seem as fun and friendly looking to me. This is why poor Ben didn't get his choice of plain red lights for our house when we bought our first set this year. He's pretty happy with these ones though. His daddy is our hero for climbing up and down a ladder three frigid days in a row to put some Christmas cheer up onto our house. Aren't they pretty? They make winter seem so much warmer and happier to me... Not warm enough to stop wishing it would go away, but what could? Nothing.

Monday, December 15, 2008

Ten: Pink Stuff

You have NO IDEA how much this pile of pink THRILLS me.

Sunday, December 14, 2008

Eleven: A Post About Probst

Last year, I told you I love Survivor. It's one of my favorite things. Since I can't tell you I love it again, because that would be boring, I'll tell you one of the reasons I love it. (Yeah, yeah. I see that this could possibly be seen as just as boring... Possibly even more boring, but it was the finale tonight and so I've got Survivor on the brain.)I was discussing it with Glen just now, and I honestly don't know if I could watch the show without Jeff. I don't watch the show just to see him, but it wouldn't be Survivor without him saying "Survivors ready!" at the beginning of every challenge and quizzing the players at tribal council with those dimples flashing and that amused look in his eyes. I quit watching The Mole when Anderson Cooper stopped hosting it. I'm not sure what would happen to one of my favorite Thursday night traditions without Jeff there.

All right, I'm even starting to bore myself now. Really, it's just late and I need a favorite thing and while Jeff really is one of my favorite things, I'm sure I could come up with something better if it wasn't already bedtime. (Sorry Mom, I know I promised a video of the Christmas concert, but it takes really long to upload them from the camera and then onto YouTube. I'll do it tomorrow.)

Saturday, December 13, 2008

Twelve: The Twelve Days of Christmas

It's that time of year again. It's the time when I count down some of my favorite things on each of the twelve days leading up to Christmas. This year I'm going to start the count with a few of my favorite posts from years gone by.

I really do like dumb stuff. I don't have any dumb stuff to put on my list so far, but I'm really hoping that something will come up. I don't think a Twelve Days of Christmas list would be complete without a new dumb stuff post. Here's the dumb stuff I liked last year and the year before:
Actually, now that I'm looking through my lists of favorite things I'm having a hard time picking a few of my favorite posts from years gone by other than these dumb stuff posts. It's hard to pick my favorite favorites. I guess I'll just have to leave it at the dumb stuff, and hope my Christmas wish will come true and I'll find some new dumb thing to post about this year.

I guess that just shows how much I like my Twelve Days of Christmas lists, I can't even narrow down what bits of it I like the most, I just like them all. Sort of like Dairy Queen icecream cake...
Fudge: The best part.

Icecream: The best part.
Icing: The best part.
Cookie Crumbles: The best part.

I can't remember what I was talking about now, all I'm thinking about is whether it's too late to send Glen to Dairy Queen to get me some cake... And wishing I hadn't mentioned it at all since I could have put it on the list of favorite things and written a whole post about it. I could backspace I suppose, but then I'd have to think some more and I need to get to bed so I'm ready for the Willems' Family Christmas Day O' Fun tomorrow... Err... Today. (More about that tomorrow... Which feels like it should be Saturday, because it still feels like Friday because I haven't gone to bed yet, but it will actually be Sunday.)

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

The Braun's Are Back in Town

On their way home from Seattle, Mom and Dad surprised us with a visit last night. It felt really good to be together again. I can't think of anything that makes me happier right now than just having some normal-feeling fun. I can hardly wait for Christmas. Please pray that everyone stays healthy. I think we all really need this time together in a big way, but we have to be careful to keep sickness away from Dad.

Also, Dad has a doctor appointment tomorrow. Please pray that it goes well and that the treatment he will be having will bring his cancer levels right back down to where they should be really quickly so that his transplant can go ahead. We're all pretty stressed over all of this, so we could all also use some prayer for peace and hope at a time when it's pretty hard to grab hold of either of them.

Friday, December 05, 2008


Mom and Dad are leaving Seattle. Yes people, you heard me right. Because Dad's stupid (I'm pretty grumpy right now, and this sort of name-calling is really quite mild compared to what I'd like to say) Saskatoon doctors couldn't be bothered to do the usual three-month follow up bone marrow biopsies, Mom and Dad (and the rest of us) were quite shocked to learn that there is 30% cancer cells in his bone marrow. This means that he needs more chemo (probably two or three more rounds) before he is ready for his stem cell transplant. And that means that all the fundraising, all the stress, all the work to get ready to go, all the driving, all the money spent was completely wasted.

And now it will all have to be done all over again once Dad's cancer cell levels are brought down to where they are supposed to be. Mom and Dad will have to get their finances together, re-organize their lives, and say a painful goodbye to all of us all over again.

Of course, this could possibly have been avoided if Dad's dumb doctors were on the ball even a little. It might have been avoided if he had been sent for his second transplant within the recommended six months instead of almost a whole year later. It could have been avoided if the doctors dealing with life-threatening illnesses acted less like (I can't help it) pompous, assuming, asses and more like how they would act if it was their family member in danger. But they don't.

I can tell you one thing. If those (apologies again) jerks in Saskatoon think they are going to continue to do a half-assed job of treating Dad's cancer for even one more day, they are going to have to deal with a whole lot of rage coming their way.

If you can't tell, I am just a little upset. On the upside, Ben is really happy that Grampa is coming home to play cars with him.

Wednesday, December 03, 2008

Candle Advent

Ahhhh... It feels good to be able to decide whether I want to blog or not. We've been pretty busy over here the last few days, plus I'm still getting over my dumb cold, so it's been nice to have one less thing to do. I'm missing reading all the blogs that were also doing NaBloPoMo though, so I figured if I was missing them, maybe they were missing me, and maybe I should write a post.

This is mostly just a copy-cat of one of my favorite daily reads, so the person I'm copying probably won't be as entertained as the rest of you. (And neither will my mom since she reads this blog too.) Jen always has fabulous ideas for crafts, and baking, and kids stuff. (She's pretty much super-mom. If you don't believe me, check out her blog.) Here's one of her ideas that I really loved and am shamelessly stealing:It's our candle advent calendar. The boys each have one of those cheap chocolate ones (with the little doors) that they open first thing every morning. (I don't even make them wait till after breakfast.) This candle one is for the evening. We light the candles (three tonight) and then read stories by the light of the candles and the Christmas tree. It's a lovely way to end the day and the boys love choosing which candles to light (they have to save the pillar for Christmas day though) and then listening to their stories and finally blowing out their candles before bed. I can't wait to see how it looks all lit up!

Thanks so much for the idea Jen! (I think we're going to have to try your reindeer craft tomorrow. Too cute!) You make me want to be a better mom.

Sunday, November 30, 2008

And the Winner Is...

I hope you guys weren't counting on a democratic-type vote that would be based on the number of votes... Because my dad voted, and cancer-guy trumps all other votes. Sorry, but there have to be some perks to being sick, and getting your way should be one of them. Girl-looking-after-cancer-guy could have trumped the other votes too, but she can't make up her mind (totally typical) so we're going with Dad's pick:

1) Write down a letter to your unborn child – a blessing if you will. (we, your fans, are all just dying to know how you are preparing for the BIG test in December)

Here goes:

Dear little person who keeps kicking me to remind me that I'm pregnant and not just getting fat,

Right now you're just a tickle in my tummy and a dream in all of our hearts, and we can hardly wait till you're a soft little bundle to cuddle and ten little toes for us to kiss.
Most of us are hoping that you will bring a little pink into our lives, but even if you bring even more blue we know that you'll be exactly what you should be and nothing less. We've learned our lessons with your brothers Ben and Sam. (We wanted them to be girls too.)

You see little one, the thing is... We just make awesome kids (it's true, you're being born into a pretty rad family) and we've figured out that God is a master of sending us just what we need. When we had your big brother Ben, God sent us a sweet little angel boy to convince us that having kids wasn't so hard. And when we had your brother Sam, God sent us a crazy little nutjob who makes us laugh to convince us that even when having kids is hard, it's just way too much fun to miss out on.
I wonder who you will be and what place you'll fill in our family? I know it's an important one, because I can feel the empty spot in my heart that's waiting for you.

We're all ready to meet you and find out who you are. I wonder what strange sound will be your newborn trademark? Ben snorted like a little piggy when he was hungry, and Sammy screamed like a condor. (He scared your daddy sometimes.) I wonder what will make you smile the very first time?
I wonder if you will like rocking in a chair or being carried around best when you're feeling sleepy? I wonder if you will love bananas like Sammy did, or if they will make you gag like Ben? I wonder if you will laugh in your sleep and sing your way through your days? I wonder if you're a gentle soul or a scrambled egg or something totally new that I can't even imagine? And yes, I really do wonder if I should buy you a pink outfit to come home from the hospital in or a blue one.

But do you know what I don't wonder? I don't wonder how I'll feel when I look into your eyes for the first time and feel your tiny little hand curl around my finger. I don't wonder if my heart will feel so full it will burst when I hold you up against me late in the quiet of the night, just the two of us. I don't wonder if you will be the most amazing and precious gift a mommy could ever hope for because I know you will be. And I know that I wouldn't trade whoever you are for anything.

So keep growing all those little toes for me to kiss, and those soft little hands for us to hold. And we'll keep dreaming and planning for all those memories we will make with you when you get here. We can hardly wait.

Love, Mommy

Saturday, November 29, 2008

Santa Clause Came to Town

Tonight was Yorkton's Santa Clause Parade. (The majesty! The splendor!)My favorite float was the PartyLite one. It consisted of a minivan with some shabby bows tied to the roof rack and the back hatch open with some boxes inside. (The pageantry!) Those people really went all out. Sadly, I don't have a picture of it. I must have been so overwhelmed by it's beauty that... You get the picture. (Except you don't.)

Sam really loves a parade though, so the real fun was watching him over-react to pretty much everything. It doesn't take much to get him all fired up. (Which is a good thing, considering where we live.) He was very upset when it was time to go, insisting that we needed to stay and finish watching the parade, which by that time consisted of all the vehicles driving home from the parade. I'm sure we'd still be sitting there watching the traffic if he'd had his way.

I'll try to get a video of him enjoying the parade up on his blog, if not tonight, then tomorrow for sure. (For Mom and Dad. The rest of you can look if you want to, but don't feel obligated. Mom and Dad really do find this stuff interesting though, and I like to entertain them.)

In other news: Ben and Sam's new saying? "Tell it to the judge." Apparently, they got it from this Veggie Tales. That's what Ben told Mom anyways. Here is a brief conversation I overheard while they were in the bath this evening:

Sammy: No, I don't want that sharky. Go away.
Ben: Tell it to the judge.

Friday, November 28, 2008

I'm Stuck. Really, Really Stuck.

So... I have nothing to say. Luckily, I have a friend (who shall remain nameless unless she gives me permission to name her) who generally has lots to say, and sent me a helpful list of things to talk about just in case I found myself in this predicament. Here's her list:

"Just for kicks, here are some ideas for posting if you are ever really, really stuck:

1) Write down a letter to your unborn child – a blessing if you will. (we, your fans, are all just dying to know how you are preparing for the BIG test in December)

2) Do a search on the computer in regards to the conditions and miles Joseph and Mary traveled while in her final days before giving is really something, and I would love to hear your take on it

3) Those crazy Smarties boxes that invited people to introduce or suggest a new color....who was the winner and what was the final outcome?

4) What do you see your boys becoming based on what their little personalities show at the present time? What did you think you were going to do when you were little, what was your dream of becoming?

5) Books; read any lately? I’m reading “The Shack” right now and let me tell is strange, interesting but strange and more than just a bit unsettling for a parent of small children.

6) If you had to invent one new product that would help you to raise your boys; what would it be?

7) Glen. We rarely hear anything about him...I say you give him a complete “tribute” or even a jolly complaint if the day is shaping up that way.

8) The current fad in drug use...a tampon soaked in vodka and stuck up the that is disgusting, but really, how do they get the silly thing up there when it’s soaked and presumably larger (especially for the little types like you) and who on earth starts such a thing? How will we ever keep our kids away from such twisted things like this??

9) The new hockey night in Canada it or not?

10) Write down an extravagant Christmas wish list for everything money can’t buy."

Isn't that list hysterical? I don't know where she came up with some of that stuff. I think it's a post in itself, but all that work thinking of things for me to talk about should at least pay off in one answering post. I can't pick though. (Although, in typical lazy-Becky fashion, I'm leaning towards the easier ones.) So you pick. I'll give you till Sunday night, then I'll write a post about whichever one you like best. (That means I only need to think of something for tomorrow, and NaBloPoMo will be DONE.)

(Please don't pick the tampon one.) (I'm begging you.)

Thursday, November 27, 2008

I Almost Forgot to Write a Title

Have you seen that new A&W add where this family is eating dinner at A&W and the poor Mom is desperately trying to keep her four young kids (all boys) in line while they're eating? And the dad is eating the new sirloin burger completely in his own world because the burger is so good? And the mom turns to him while he's eating and starts talking about how she'd really like to try for a girl again and what do you think would be a good name? And the dad says, "Sirloin" because he's still so into his burger he hasn't even heard what his wife is saying to him?

I don't think that add is very funny.

Wednesday, November 26, 2008


I've gotta tell you... This stuff is rocking my world. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeah.

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

This Sucks

I have a cold. I feel like crap.

That is all.

Monday, November 24, 2008

Across the Miles

Since Mom didn't post this picture, and since I can't think of anything to post about today, here is a picture of Ben and Dad webcamming yesterday. Ben spent most of the time making Dad look at all of his cars, one at a time. (Ben has HUNDREDS of cars.) Dad is so desperate to hang out with his grandkids, I think the poor guy even enjoyed it. (Ben sure did.) They also spent some time eating Cheetos together. It was lucky we had some from Halloween, because everyone enjoyed doing "cheers" with the cheesies over the webcam. (I had to clean off my monitor afterwards though.) Sammy mostly spent the time repeating everything everyone said at his usual blaringly loud volume.

Mom also gave me a virtual tour of their apartment. I got to see the brick wall out the balcony window, which I had been longing to do. (I'm not being sarcastic.) Now we can totally picture them in their new place when we talk to them. I like that.

I think that's about as far as I can stretch a post that was pretty much summed up just with the picture. I think I'll go play some Mario Party with Ben for a while.

Sunday, November 23, 2008

Things Always Work Out for the Best

A few months ago, after and because of a lot of complaining from people visiting us, we bought a new phone. Actually, it came with two handsets, so we kind of bought two phones. This was excellent because it meant that we could leave one phone upstairs and one downstairs, thus eliminating the frantic run up or down the stairs. My phone was handset 1 and Glen's was handset 2. Mine had all of the phone numbers from our address book programmed into the speed dial. Good stuff.

On Friday I bought a new pair of boots. (I know it doesn't seem like it, but I promise this is related, just stick with me.)If you look at the picture you can see that the top boot, the left one, is a little wonky. The fur is not uniformly wide along the top. This bothered me, so on Saturday I sent Glen back to the store (if you feel sorry for him now, just wait) to get me a new left boot that doesn't look wonky. He came back with a perfect left boot and a wonky right boot.

Becky: Why did you get a whole new pair? Why didn't you just keep the good right boot, and just get a new left boot?
Glen: The girl at the store said they can't mix and match them. You can only get a whole new pair. So that's what I did.
Becky: Well that's the dumbest thing I've ever heard... (Pauses and thinks for a while.) Fine! Then we'll just buy another pair and I'll mix and match them at home.
Glen: (Thinks to himself) We'll? I know what "we" means and it doesn't mean we.

So today, I sent him (lol, poor Glen) back to the store to buy me another pair of boots. I ended up with the boots he had exchanged for on Saturday, plus he bought back the original pair of boots that he had returned. (Confused yet?) I could tell it was the original pair because of how wonky the left one was. I proceeded to mix and match them and ended up with the original box containing the original right boot that I'd bought twice now, and Saturday's new left boot. (Stay with me. I promise this is going somewhere.) I was satisfied, and took the new boot and the original boot in the original box into my room and stuck it in the closet to be sure that the correct wonky pair of boots was returned.

In the meantime, we had been looking for my phone (handset 1) all weekend. I lose my handset ALL the time, but usually I just page it from the base and then follow the sound of beeping to whatever weird place I've managed to leave it in. This wouldn't work for us this weekend. We could hear no beeping anywhere. We checked the fridge and freezer, (I've left the phone and remotes in there before) and we even checked the van. We (yes, that mostly means Glen) couldn't find the dang phone anywhere.

Then this afternoon, while poor long suffering Glen was taking my old and new boots back to the store in the new box, the phone rang. "Hmmm..." I said to myself, "That's weird. I thought I put handset 2 back downstairs where it belongs. And handset 1 isn't anywhere within hearing range... It's still missing. Isn't it? How come I can hear it ringing from my bedroom? My handset isn't in there. I looked!" But I followed the sound of ringing to my room. "Where the hoink is that ringing coming from? It sounds like it's coming from the closet. That's weird. It's coming from my boot box."

Did you manage to stay with me? Have you guessed it yet?

I had somehow put handset 1 into my original boot box on Friday night, and because it was buried in boots and tissue paper, no one noticed it there when Glen returned my boots to the store on Saturday, or when he bought the boots back again today. I would be smug and point out that if it hadn't been for my irritating compulsion to have two non-wonky boots at any cost, our phone would still be back at the boot store and we never would have solved the mystery of the missing handset. I would point that out, but I'm just smart enough to realize that I would be pushing it. And by it, I mean poor long suffering Glen, who married me and now has to put up with me for the rest of his poor long suffering life.

Saturday, November 22, 2008


I admit it. I'm stupid when it comes to computers. I don't know why or how they work. I don't know very much about operating systems or processors or any of that jazz. So to me this looks like a good deal. A really good deal. And free shipping! That can't be right can it?

We've been shopping online for a wireless webcam. I want to be able to webcam from any room in the house so Mom and Dad can watch Ben help me cook, or laugh at Sammy dancing in front of the TV, or maybe even look out the window at them playing in the backyard. I'd also really like it if they could "come upstairs" with us to open presents in front of the Christmas tree. With the webcam we have now they can only watch the boys play near the computer in our basement. Better than nothing, but kind of lame after a while. So we've been shopping. This seems to be the best deal I can find. Anywhere.

But I could practically get a whole ding danged laptop for that price. Seriously. That can't be right can it? I'm going to get Glen to look at it. He's probably going to laugh at me isn't he?

Friday, November 21, 2008

Crazy Boy

This is a video I took today of my nuttiest little nut. I fully realize that I've been posting about the boys A LOT the last little while. The thing is, I really don't have that much going on which is why I don't usually post every single day. The other thing is, Mom and Dad are far away and they need constant doses of Noah, Ben and Sam. I thought they'd like to see Sam's injury for themselves, and then I thought they'd enjoy a little of Sam being Sam. (Usually, if you call him a name like crazy boy he yells, "No, YOU'RE A CRAZY BOY!" That was what I was expecting to tape, and of course, that is not what he did.)

Thursday, November 20, 2008

I Need to Know

A few months ago, after a visit from my mom and dad, I found this on my camera:
I've been wondering ever since what the hoink my mom was doing. I expect these sorts of things from Ang, with good reason.
(I SO wish I hadn't deleted the much less flattering ones that she took (mostly of her nose), that'd teach her. Those are Kirsten's fingers there in the background. I'm not positive, but I think I was in Mom and Dad's campsite cooking a bush pie at the time this photo was taken.)

Anyways, Mom, what the hoink were you doing? Judging by the background you were using my camera to take a picture of... The computer monitor? Was it a web page or a picture you found online? Seriously? What? ('Cause you know you can press "Print Screen" and the computer will take a screen shot of whatever you are looking at right? No need for a camera.) Or was it a self portrait deal? I need to know.

(By the way, Sam just came up to me and told me, "I'm a little crazy." Then he walked away.)

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Soft Blanket, Hard Falls

If you know Sam at all you know that he has this blue blanket that he cannot and will not live without. (He's like Linus with that thing.) He sleeps with it, eats with it, takes it to church, and plays with it. He also really enjoys chasing Ben around our house making monster noises with it over his head. (I can't believe this is the best recent picture of him and his blanket that I could find, I'm sure there are better ones. What you have to realize is that I have literally tens of thousands of pictures and I'm very lazy. At least today. Or this month. Yeah, this month.)

Anyways, last night one of his favorite games (the one where he puts his blanket over his head) went horribly wrong. As anyone with children probably knows, when children run with blankets over their heads what eventually happens is they run into a wall or something else that injures them, or they step on the blanket and trip themselves. Sam did the one with the tripping. Of course, his hands were down by his sides when he fell and the blanket impeded his ability to raise them to protect his poor little face.

The result? His poor little face slammed into the floor. At first we thought he'd only bruised his chin and bit his tongue (lots of blood), but later we realized he'd also loosened one of his sweet little baby teeth (more blood). I took him to the dentist and was assured that it would
probably tighten up and that in all likelihood his tooth would just turn some shade of black. (Nerve damage.) Oh! What a relief!

Sigh. It should be. If it falls out or
abscesses he'll need major dental work and since he's only two that would require a general anaesthestic. I have this idea in my head that I can somehow prevent this from happening by feeding him soft foods and making sure he doesn't whack himself in the face with the floor again.

I cheered myself up by making pumpkin pie and playing on photoshop for a while this afternoon. While I was doing that Ben was playing with his trucks and singing away to them nearby. One second he was happily serenading his five alarm fire truck and the next second I looked over because he'd suddenly gone quiet... This is the sort of thing that Ben gets up to when my back is turned, and this is why he doesn't bleed nearly as often as Sammy does.

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

This is Getting Dumb

I'm totally sucking at daily posting this year. I think I must have done much better last year. Maybe that's why I suck this year... I used up all my good ideas last time. Pfft.
Here's a picture of the boys wearing Mommy and Daddy's bathrobes. I'll bet you can't guess which one is mine. (I'll bet you can.)

Monday, November 17, 2008


Mom and Dad are safely and happily settled in Seattle. They got into their new apartment today and Dad has already called from the rooftop deck to brag about how warm it is and all the nice flowers. (He'd like to pretend it was to give me their new phone number, but Mama didn't raise no fool.) I'm expecting a lot of bragging from him on that front and I'm sure he won't disappoint me. They've both been busily blogging away so make sure you check in on their sites and leave them lots of comments so they don't feel lonely.

That's about all I have to say. It's sad really. I've resorted to posting news that isn't even mine. I have to steal news from other people. The only thing I have to say for myself is that I really wish my kids would STOP CLIMBING THAT CAT HOUSE! GET DOWN FROM THERE OR YOU WILL SIT ON YOUR BUMS! And that I'm jazzed to watch John & Kate Plus Eight tonight. (Sings: It's a beautiful life.) Plus Project Runway is tonight too, which means I really should be cleaning up the house now so that maybe Glen will feel like I deserve to sit on my duff watching TV for two hours tonight... SERIOUSLY YOU TWO! GET DOWN FROM THERE OR YOU WILL BE IN BIG TROUBLE!!!

Honestly those two. SAMUEL JOHN YOU STOP SCREAMING! BENJAMIN STOP BUGGING HIM! I suppose I should go do something about them, but it's only one more hour till Glen gets home. Kidding! Kidding! I'm going.

Sunday, November 16, 2008

Dredging the Bottom

I seriously have nothing to say tonight. I'm literally sitting here staring around our basement looking for inspiration. I've got nothing. Let's see where that leads us, shall we?

Ben has a lot of cars, and yet every single one of them is special to him. Last night he fell asleep clutching his newest acquisition, just purchased from the grocery store a few hours before. I tried to take it out of his hand once he was asleep so he wouldn't end up lying on it, but I couldn't. He wouldn't let go. That boy loves his cars.

How was that? Boring? Okay. How about this?

Sammy says "Oh my goodness!" when he's excited. Sometimes he says "Oh my gosh!" which I don't like as much since it sounds so close to something else, especially when he says it. But I actually think both sayings are funny especially since he uses them exactly in the right way and in the right circumstances. He's not the only one saying things that sound like others though. The other night my darling nephew Noah kept saying "Holy suck!" which sounded a lot like something else much worse than "Oh my God." LOL. The funniest thing is it doesn't even make any sense and must be some kind of merging between "Holy smokes" and "That sucks" or something. Kids are funny. And weird. Especially Noah and Sam. Check out Melissa's post here if you're interested in some more of Noah's awesome weirdness.

There. Better? Only a little? Okay. One more try and then I quit.

Tonight I rented and watched The New World, quite possibly the slowest moving and most boring movie ever made. How slow and boring was it? It was so slow and boring that I watched a good 3/4 of it in fast forward with the subtitles and it still moved slower than any movie I've ever forced myself to finish. Seriously. There were times when no one would talk for like ten minutes and they'd just sit there in the forest looking at each other. Or they'd ride on a boat and gaze at the shore. Or they'd sit in a room and stare at a feather. There was a heck of a lot of doing nothing more than looking at stuff, and those were the exciting parts. I'm not kidding or exaggerating. It was so slow that I had no trouble reading the dialog in fast forward. Sheer agony.

And I'm done.

Saturday, November 15, 2008

Guilt-Free Shopping

Yesterday we got our Samaritan's Purse gift catalogue in the mail. Every Christmas I read through it and pick two or three (or four) items to "buy" myself. I love it. (Although, it's a little like going to the SPCA... You walk up and down all the rows of homeless pets and end up just wanting to take all of them home.) It's so hard to pick from all of the amazing ways to help, so it's a good thing that I have Glen to keep me from blowing our budget. Samaritan's purse is our Christmas charity though, so at least I my budget isn't too small for my expensive tastes. We do the shoe boxes too, those are actually my favorite, but the gift catalogue is right up there. I still haven't picked our Christmas "gift" yet, but I'm narrowing it down. Actually, since I'm having so much trouble I might just pick a few fun cheap ones and then give the rest of our budget to "Where Most Needed". (Much easier on my heartstrings.)

World Vision has a catalogue too, we got that one in the mail a few weeks ago. And of course there are others. I think a lot of charities are jumping on the catalogue bandwagon and I don't blame them. They make it so easy and fun to give meaningful gifts during a season that can so easily lose its meaning. Whoever thought of this idea is a genius!

Here are a just a few links to some other charities I've found that also do Christmas Catalogues online for you to browse through:

Maybe I like this idea so much because it's the one time I can be extravagant while Christmas shopping without feeling even a little guilty, but even if that's a selfish reason I still don't feel guilty. Good times. Good Christmassy times.

Friday, November 14, 2008

For Mom and Dad

I had another post in the works for today, but I think I'll post that tomorrow. Today I'm going to post some pictures of the boys for Mom and Dad. (Sorry to the rest of you who may not be as interested as they are.) I'm putting one up on here and a few more over on Ben and Sam's blogs. That way the rest of you don't have to look at all of their cuteness if you don't want to. (Although, I have to tell you, they're pretty cute pictures and you're missing out if you don't go have a look.)

Here are the boys enjoying one of their typical marathon baths together:
(Those ducks are suctioned to their chests, a new discovery of theirs that I'm guessing stemmed from last night's discovery that you could use the ducks to make farting noises on your stomach. Ahhhhh... Boys will be boys won't they?)

Thursday, November 13, 2008

What I'm Telling Myself

When your dad is sick and he and your mom are going far away for a long time to try and make him better it's hard to stay behind. It's hard to know about all the stuff that they will be going through and to also know you won't be able to visit or bring meals over or do anything to make it easier on them. We can talk on the phone and webcam, and I'm sure that will make things easier, but it's not the same. It's hard to say goodbye when there aren't any guarantees that everything will go smoothly. It probably will, but only probably. I want certainly.

So I keep telling myself things. I keep thinking about this summer and the day I forgot Dad has cancer, and telling myself that we have lots and lots of days like that in front of us. I keep telling myself we'll all be okay and that by this time next year...

So this movie is about that. It's about believing. It's about hoping. It's about focusing on people and places and things that make me happy. It's about cheering myself up. Yes, I'm feeling that sorry for myself that this post is all about me, and not really about any of you. Mostly it's just a song and some random happy pictures from the last few months that don't actually have much to do with the lyrics, but do have a lot to do with making me smile and helping me believe that we'll be doing those things and smiling those smiles together again very soon.

(Mom and Dad leave for Seattle today, so please think of them and say a prayer for their safety and for their spirits. It's hard to be left behind, but I'm sure it must be just as hard to go. Also be sure to check into their blogs for updates and to leave them messages. They have a laptop with them and will still be online while they're gone.)

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

It's Coming (UPDATED)

I don't know why I start these things so late. I tell myself I'll just slap it together and I'll be done in no time, but I should know better by now.

I'm almost done though.

UPDATE: I give up. This thing is not going up before I go to bed. It's done, but it's 1:30 AM and right now it says 506 minutes to save it. (And counting.) (Up.) Then I have to upload it. It's not going to happen. But this counts as a post anyways, so I have LOTS of time.

(906 minutes.) (What the hoink is going on?)

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Another Confession: (And some more YouTube)

This commercial makes me laugh hysterically every time I see it.

The first time I watched it I nearly fell off our couch laughing. Glen was confused, he didn't get it. I don't think he got it even after I explained. (Although he kindly offered me a token smile and laugh.) He didn't go to as many high school dances as I did though. He didn't get to watch all the horrified teachers trying to rush over to the DJ booth to tell the guy to turn off the song. Oh man, just thinking of it still makes me laugh... Pepsi may be right, there probably is a better way to feel young, but I can't think of it right now. SO funny.

Monday, November 10, 2008


I like Patrick Stewart. Actually, I have a bit of a crush on him. He's my creepy crush that I don't think is that creepy at all, but many people have told me it's creepy so I have to consider the possibility that they are right and I am weird. But honestly, how could anyone not have a bit of a crush on this:

(Another confession: I like to pretend he's singing this to me when I watch it. I just substitute "Becky" for "Gene" when he first starts singing, and then I sit back and enjoy. You can do it with your name, I don't mind. I'm not the jealous type.)

My pister Ang likes David Hyde Pierce (Niles from Frasier). Now THAT is creepy. Mine's way less creepy. Hey? (It is.)

Becky told me her creepy crush the other night while we were watching Grey's together. I can't tell you what it is though, (just like I couldn't tell her Ang's at the time) because I am REALLY dumb when I'm pregnant. It's a wonder I can even scramble together posts like this one, considering how dumb I am right now. (You can expect a lot of YouTube on here for the next while because of that.)

So the big question is: Who's your creepy crush? I'm dying to know and I know you've got one. Everyone does. Hey? (They do.)

Sunday, November 09, 2008

Mommy's Prayer

God, from all the times I screw up each day, would you guard his little heart?

Would you wrap him in Your arms when I'm not there for him?
Would you amplify and increase the words he needs to hear from me and help him forget the others?
Would you fill him with love and security when I don't?
Would you teach Him to trust you when I let him down?
Would you raise him up above the example I set for him with my sinful nature?

And God, for the sake of us both, would you help me be a better mommy to him?
Would you remind me of how vulnerable he is to me when I forget myself?
Would you give me patience and humility when I feel my anger is justified?
Would you fill my mouth with words of love and encouragement even when I'm filled with frustration?
Would you shine Your love into my heart so I can reflect it back to him?
Would you forgive me and help me forgive myself when I fail?

God, would you help us both today?

Saturday, November 08, 2008


When I was a little girl...
Yesterday my little boys...
I'm not sure if it's because I'm pregnant, or overly sentimental, or because Dad's going away soon but these pictures make me cry. I love my dad.

Friday, November 07, 2008


I posted.

Thursday, November 06, 2008


Today Ben was introduced to The Simpson's Hit and Run for the first time. (Don't worry, I turned the volume way down. We don't want him picking up any new lingo from this particular source.) Shortly after he drove off in his car he bumped into another car and said, "Oh. Sorry about dat." Oh... My sweet little Ben. Apologizing for fender benders. I never could have imagined a child like him in my wildest dreams. He is one of a kind and then some.

Sammy likes to watch him drive, but only if Ben gets a school bus. He cries whenever Ben drives something else. Ben is a good big brother though and tries to get school buses for him whenever he can.

"How 'bout school bus?"

"Okay, I have to go catch him. Here I go."

Ben's crashed a lot of buses tonight. But he's only been chased by the police once. He doesn't like it when his cars break and leaves a lot of them smoking by the side of the road. " I don't like it when there's stem getting out of my car."

(Ordinarily, this would go over on his blog, but it's November and other than bragging about getting to watch Grey's with Becky and her precious little Emma, I have nothing exciting to tell you. Plus I thought maybe Glen would like to know what's going on, since he won't get here till late tomorrow night.)

Wednesday, November 05, 2008

Obligatory Post

K. If it wasn't November I totally wouldn't post tonight. It's been a long day, I'm tired, Mom's on the computer upstairs, and I can't type on Ang's computer. Did I mention I'm at Mom and Dad's? I am. For the week. I'm expecting that this weeks posts are going to be brutally boring, mostly just me coming on here saying, "There. I posted."

(There. I posted.)

Tuesday, November 04, 2008

Don't Just Think About It!

Ever since this whole donor transplant thing with Dad started I've been thinking a lot about what would happen if there were no matches for him in our family. When all the tests came back and we ended up with three matches for the doctors to choose from I was so relieved. David's stem cells can literally save Dad's life. It's incredible to think about. (It makes me a little jealous sometimes Doft, I have to confess. I think all of us would like to be the one to send our stem cells into his body to fight his cancer. It's so cool.)

But there are sacrifices that will have to be made. Doft will have to leave his family for more than ten days. Carolyn, his pregnant wife, will have to single parent her boys. Ethan and Connor will be without a daddy all that time. They had to find a babysitter, Doft had to take time off work, it's a lot to ask of a person, but I know freely and happily given. Love like that is what makes our family so amazing.

A few weeks ago I got a pamphlet in the mail from OneMatch. It's a worldwide stem cell and bone marrow registry. "OneMatch Stem Cell and Marrow Network is responsible for finding and matching volunteer donors for patients who require stem cell transplants. Fewer than 30 per cent of patients who need stem cell transplants find a compatible donor within their own families. The rest rely on those who have volunteered to donate stem cells to anyone in need."

I've been meaning to sign up, you can do it online in about five or ten minutes, but hadn't got around to it till yesterday. Then yesterday, while wandering through some cancer groups on facebook, I came across a story that made me feel like even a day longer would be too long to wait. I went to the memorial website of a little boy who lost his fight against leukemia while waiting for the donor who matched him to arrive to save his life. She wasn't free to come in time and a mother lost her son. You can read his full story here. It's so heartbreaking and, to me, inspiring.

All it takes is a quick click, a few minutes to register online, and Canadian Blood services will arrange for you to receive a kit in the mail to collect a painless (and blood free!) swab from your mouth and wham bam! They have you in their registry. You may not be called for years, you may never be called, but just think of what it would mean to you if your child, your sibling, your spouse, your parent or your friend was sick with no hope unless a volunteer's stem cells or bone marrow matched. I can't even imagine what that would be like... Waiting and hoping and then maybe losing.

So do it, do it, do it! (You can even do it with a friend. You both can bend.) (I'm making Glen and I'd make you too if I could.) And don't worry, if you forget like I did, I'll nag you about this again when I get my kit in the mail.

Monday, November 03, 2008

They weren't kidding when they said endless...

Have any of you noticed that, according to the many commercials that I have to turn off anyways, it's STILL endless shrimp at Red Lobster? I would ask, "Will it never end?" but I suppose the answer is in the the endless part.

On the upside, my nausea has definitely been decreasing. (This makes the endless shrimp commercials much less likely to induce gagging, followed by a sprint to the bathroom.) I am down to two diclectin a day now, which is excellent because diclectin makes me even drowsier than I would be just with just the pregnancy. I am not exaggerating when I say I could easily sleep somewhere between 15 and 20 hours a day most days. Not that I should even if I could. That much sleep just makes you more tired. I'm just saying I'm sleepy but getting less sleepy with less medication running through me. Hurrah!

This, of course, puts me in mind of my poor sister-in-law Melissa who has been working like crazy to get her family's new home livable. I remember renovating and moving into this house with Ben as a baby. I was exhausted. I can't imagine having to do it pregnant. (Melissa, if you're reading this, go take a nap.)

That's all, hardly worth a post, (except for the part where I tell Melissa to go to sleep, GO TO SLEEP!) but it's NaBloPoMo so I suppose you should all be expecting to read things like this on here a lot in the next month.