Showing posts from April, 2008


I love taking pictures of Ben. All kinds of pictures. I usually spend a lot of time getting him to pose and smile just right so that he looks as sweet as possible. But every now and then I get to him to pose just right to capture his odd little personality. This one of him and his jar of ladybugs made me laugh laugh laugh:

I took some others and posted them on his blog, but this one was my favorite and I had to show it to you here. I had to.


I don't know what my problem is, but whenever bedtime hits I get this sad feeling and I end up sitting here in front of the computer waiting till I'm exhausted before I can go to bed. I think it's Dad. Man, I wish he was better and they weren't going to dumb Seattle for months and months. Cancer sucks big time.

I try not to think about it, but what happens is that as soon as bedtime rolls around and I have nothing left to do, all of a sudden I remember that Dad is still sick and he's going far away to have a sort of risky procedure done to him in a place where there is no chance I will be able to visit him. And beyond that, even if he was healthy I would have trouble being away from Mom and Dad for that long. I'm just that kind of girl.

This is the point where my faith is supposed to kick in and I am supposed to be all at peace and trusting in God and putting it all in His hands and blah blah blah. It sounds nice, but it doesn't seem to be working for me. At …

Oh, shat.

Last week we had Sam's birthday party planned for Saturday. I bought the food and the take-home presents for all the little birthday guests. I ordered a Backyardigans birthday cake from Dairy Queen. I cleaned the house. The night before the party, on Sam's actual birthday, both of the boys ended up with really high fevers.

Party canceled.

So we rescheduled the party for tomorrow. Today Sam woke up at 6am and puked. I was hoping it was a blip. Then he puked again at 8am. It could still be a blip right? Then he puked again at around 9:30. On my carpet. "Oh shat," says I... I'm thinking I shouldn't have said that because I think it may have brought on the outrageously runny and putrid diarrhea that made it's first appearance at around 11:30.

Party? Canceled. Again.

Here is the question people: Do I dare reschedule?

Conspiracy Theory

Okay people. I have this theory. The theory is this: I am not supposed to exercise.

Yesterday, in the middle of working out to my new step aerobics exercise video with my fancy new step ordered off of ebay, I look up to discover Sam has somehow managed to find a Sharpie (I thought they were all put away on top of our bookshelf) and colored all over the adorable little kitchen we got for his birthday last year. ALL OVER. So I quickly stop my tape, grab the marker, put Sam in the corner, and run to grab a Mr. Clean Magic Eraser. No use. It's scribbled up, and it won't be coming off that type of plastic any time soon. Now I am too mad to work out, plus running late for work, so the workout is nixed half way through.

Today I tried again. Things got worse.

At ALMOST THE EXACT SAME POINT in the video, Ben comes up to me and tells me his knees are dirty. I look. Yes. They are indeed dirty. In fact, they are covered in poop. (He had very helpfully taken his poopy pants off and put cle…

Happy Birthday Baby!

It seems like only yesterday that we got to meet our little bundle of mayhem and lunacy for the very first time. Our lives were so boring without him and we're so glad we get to keep him for a really long time. Who knew crazy could be so much fun?

Happy Birthday Sammy!
Ben and Mommy and Daddy

(A proper birthday post will be along soon. Mommy has something in the works.)

Good Times

I'm back from my little trip to Saskatoon/Martensville. Glen couldn't come, he had a school drama festival that he needed to be at, so it was just the boys and me. Traveling alone with Ben and Sam always makes me appreciate single parents. Yoiks. Toddlers really do need someone to sit with them and make sure they don't squirt their bottles out all over everything. Yelling "Sammy! Stop that!" while driving is not really a very effective deterrent for a kid like Sam. He's not dumb. He knows I'm not going to go back there. Cleaning out the van is at the top of my list of things to do tomorrow.

I went to my cousin's wedding and had a lovely time. She was a stunning bride and it's so great to see her so happy, especially because she has been through a lot. Watching someone get a chance to start over and begin again is really an amazing thing. I spent a lot of time thinking about second chances and grace this weekend. So often I have it in my head that …

Time Stands Still

Well people, it's happened. I've found an activity that actually manages to eat up time faster than blogging, facebook, and yes, even SIMS. I blame this new and fabulous blog that Jen turned me on to.

How do I explain to you the joy this website has brought to me? The worlds that seem to be opening before me? The endless possibilities and untapped potential that I now see in my folders and folders of pictures? I can't. I can't explain what this site has done to me, so I'll show you...

Here's a picture I took at my friend Heather's wedding a few weeks ago:It's a nice enough shot for something I just quickly snapped in the receiving line. Heather always manages to look like a magazine photo in every picture ever taken of her. (It's a little annoying sometimes actually, especially if I, the most un-photogenic person I know, happen to be standing beside her.) Ordinarily, all I would do to this photo is crop it and print it, but inspired by my new obsessio…

It's Finally Happened

We went for a walk in some more puddles today. The boys would do that forever, but sadly Sammy still trips fairly often, and when you trip in an icy puddle it puts an end to puddle walking pretty quickly. Poor little soggy guy. After I stripped off his tiger pants and his dripping socks, wrapped him in a blanket, pulled him home in the wagon, and got him some new clothes, he was good to go again. (I'm so glad I'm smart enough to bring the wagon in case of emergencies just like that one.) Unfortunately, by that time my dumb cough was back and I was not good to go.

Happily today, for the first time this Spring, I could put the boys in the backyard, take off my boots, and sit at the kitchen table with some tea to read a book while they played outside. The yard is still full of snow, it's actually waist high in the shady spots close to the house, but the deck has some dry spots, and it was so warm outside that I could finally leave the boys in the yard alone for a while. It was…

He doesn't eat the red ones last...

I looked up from reading on the couch the other day and happened to glance to where Ben had poured his Smarties out for more convenient eating, or so I thought. Red is his favorite color and I laughed when I noticed there wasn't even one left and still plenty of the less desirable colors. He says the red ones taste "the best in the whole Earth." He makes me smile. I hope he always eats the red ones first.