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New Clothes and a Date

Wowee. It's amazing what a few new clothes and a date night can do for a gal.

On Saturday, I dropped the hubby and the kiddies off at one of those inside play places and headed off for the shops. At just one store, I managed to score myself some new pants and tops. I splurged a little since it had been so long since I had bought anything. I even bought myself this really lovely deep blue silk top with silver chain entwined spaghetti straps and a black sequined shrug to go over it.

Guess what I wore on date night? A new look that felt great.

It is funny though. After I was done trying on all the clothes I had picked out and narrowed it down to the few I would actually buy I was embarrassed to put on my old jeans. Until I had tried on the new ones I hadn't realized just how bad the old ones were. I cannot stress enough how bad the old jeans were. They were washed out with discolored knees that were verging on thread bare. Not to mention, that they didn't fit properly so were loose waisted. I was down to this and one pair of yoga style black pants. This was what I had to wear to work, taking the kids to school, shopping etc and it looked appalling.

They always say that mothers need to take care of themselves. Reality is that is very difficult to do. The children grow so fast that it seems like every other week they need longer pants or bigger shoes, new winter coats and boots. That leaves very little room for me or my husband. I realized that I had been wearing the same ill-fitting jeans for probably 3 years at least. No wonder one pair quite frankly broke down from exhaustion and the other pair looked like my gardening pants. The straw that broke the camel's back was when I had to dig deep in my closet for an old pair of loose waisted cotton pants that I had worn when I was pregnant. While not actually maternity wear, I can tell you I felt pretty dowdy in them.

Well, I can frankly say that I never want to see those jeans again. I've now replaced them with 3 lovely pairs of jeans, all different with two snazzy everyday tops along with the silk blouse and shrug. Makes me smile just thinking of them. If only I could have snuck in a new pair of shoes and a wrap or shawl. Maybe next month.

Then on Sunday, my husband and I got all dressed up and went to see the Christmas Carol in 3D with Jim Carey. It was really good. The 3D effects were pretty neat. Just a word of warning to you all out there, it is definitely not a movie for the under 12 set. It had lots of dark and scary bits that in my opinion would be just a little too intense for younger children. Some parents may think it's a Christmas Carol and ignore the ratings. The ratings are accurate.

Like I said it was extremely well done. The dialogue true to the original with a few liberal licenses in imagery. My husband really enjoyed it as well.

After that we broke out the BB and looked up seafood restaurants in our town. The one we chose was a little more upscale but after all we were dressed for it. It turned out to be a great choice. The food was delicious. Which was a relief. We have in the past walked away after dropping $60.00 to $100.00 on a nice meal with a bad taste in our mouth. I hate it when you spend all that money and the food is less than appealing.

We had a enjoyable time reconnecting with each other and best of all I think hubby only talked about work for maybe like 5 minutes. He's just started up a new facet to his business, online selling through Amazon, and that is all that is on his brain lately. Every conversation is interrupted with some thought that had been running around in his head about work. So it was a nice break from work talk. It makes us realize how important it is for us to do this. Not necessarily going out and spend money but sitting across from one another talking and laughing. It seems too many nights these days are spent slouched in front of the t.v. together.

After that we went to Wal-Mart. J's birthday is coming up and we need to get going on the planning. I said to K that wasn't it funny that every time we had time to ourselves we ended up going shopping either before or after for family things? But then we're a family and you know that is what family is about. Nothing wrong with that bit of reality. ;)

I realize that we need to find ourselves a proper babysitter. We use K's parents usually but don't like to take advantage so we try not to ask very much. Add to that my FIL is still recovering from his surgery in September so they haven't even been able to babysit much for a while. This is probably the first big sitting job we've asked them to do for 3 months. It's hard to let go and let some stranger look after your children. But we are going to have to suck it up and do it. I think it's good for our children to see that we spend time working on our marriage.

Well, I've got to clean the house now because we may or may not have a showing this afternoon. I just love how realtor's just leave you guessing. Hopefully, this will be the one. I don't know if I mentioned that we've lowered our price another $30,000.00 under much pressure from the inlaws. She wants to get settled and is tired of waiting. So am I but I don't think it will make a difference. It's not the price, it's the house. It needs someone with unique circumstances like ours to be interested in it.

The good news is that we've approached another mortgage specialist and he seems much more encouraging about how much we can borrow than the last guy. Being self-employed can make the process more difficult.

Well Happy Monday to you all.

Top Ten Thursday - Why I shouldn't Have another Baby

So I thought I was done. I mean done done. This womb is closed for business. My milk supply is in a permanent drought. Especially after my last delivery of O. Some of you have heard about that. That was, however, 2 1/2 years ago and now there are people all around me or so it would seem having babies. One mom of a girl in E's class just had her 7th, yes 7th baby and he is just so sweet. sigh.

I know I've mentioned this subject before but lately it's just been ever present on my mind. It makes me sad to think I might never have another child. So I thought this week's top ten would be the

Top Ten Reasons Why I shouldn't Have Another Baby

1. I hate pain. I spend the last 3 months stressing over how awful labor is going to be. There are no pain free guarantees except schedule c sections.

2. We have three kids already. Three should be enough. We are already busy busy busy.

3. Financially - we are just getting by the way we are. A third child would strain those already slim finances.

4. We are this close (holds fingers an inch apart) to being rid of diapers... for good... freeing up extra cash. *doing happy dance*

5. We are out of naps. No more hold up of the schedule for one child to be at home sleeping. My babies always liked their own beds.

6. Travel is easier without babies. My babies never slept well in a strange bed/place. O is big enough to actually fall asleep in a hotel bed or campter.

7. I developed FIST or FIRST disease with my last pregnancy. Serious life risks to mom and baby.

8. My mom would have a cow. Not my major deciding factor but still there it is.

9. I am 2 years away from 40. I know lots of women have baby in their later years but it doesn't strike me as something I want to be doing personally. Unfortunately I started having babies late.

10. My babies were born at 8, 10 and 12 pounds. Do you see a pattern there. There is no way I'm going to be the woman on t.v. for having delivered a 14 pound baby naturally. Yiii.

I actually thought it might have been difficult to come up with 10 reasons but there they are. That alone should tell me something.

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Halloween 2009

It's amazing how each Halloween gets easier. Of course the first Halloween's were pretty easy. We dressed E up and took her to a half dozen houses, had all the old folks ooh and aww over her cuteness then home to happily divide up the candy between K and me. ;) Who says we don't live through our children. *L*

Last year was a bit of a trial though. I actually had to push and prod my oldest to continue on to each house. She had focused on one house in particular that she wanted to go to... on the other side of the street. Now in my grown up orientated and organized mind I wanted to go down one side of the road and back up the other. By the time we got to that house we were both frustrated and it turned out the people who dropped the big spider had moved. Arg. I realized that it would have been better to be flexible saving us all frustration.

This year; however, notwithstanding the fact that J told me that I would surely have to say trick or treat for her because she was too shy to say it, by the third house she was gayly running ahead with her big sister to each house and answering promptly inquiries about her costume. Amazing. Is this the same child that has to Dora the size of her to preschool just so she won't cry when I leave?

Stamina my children do not have, however. By the end of one block and half way up the other side of the street they pooped out. Not cause they are lazy, inactive kids but because they aren't night time kids. They play so hard by the supper time they are barely making it to bed time. We skipped the last half of the houses and simply went home. They barely made it out to my mom's property for the fireworks. I think they did sleep in the van on the way there but thankfully they got their second wind and managed to stay awake this year for the fireworks.

Nothing makes a halloween evening than heading out to my parent's property for a bonfire. There is just something about roasting hot dogs over the fire, drinking hot cocoa and eating chili that is so much fun. My brother usually invites his friends over and there are always a bunch of kids ready and willing to play together in the dark. This year they built up leaf piles and jumped in them. How they could see I am amazed, we grownups stuck closer to the fire. Then my brother started setting off the fireworks and we all oohed and ahed. It was so much. We all pitch in for the fireworks so we end up with some really good stuff. The last firework of the evening had so many starbursts, flares and swirly sparks that it outbeat anything the City ever put on for Canada Day. It was great.

This year we have to be a bit more wiley in stealing their candy. For even O has developed a sincere attachment to his treats. He refused to allow us to empty his bucket into a waiting bag just for him because he insisted on seeing his candy. Fortunately they hate coffee crisps and I don't much like any of the other suckers and sticky sour treats so they are pretty safe from me. Daddy on the other hand....

Here are a few photos from our Halloween. I hope you guys had a fun time!

O would absolutely not put his hands inside the pumpkin.

J on the other hand dug in with gusto.

My scared construction worker, E's princess pumpkin complete with earrings and J's scary pumpkin complete with green boogie. J was very adamant about that green booger.

My Tiger

My Little Puppy

My Tinkerbell

It's hard to hear see in this photo but there's a sign there that says Halloween at the North Pole. The people were dressed up in snazzy christmas outfits. Not the typical chubby Santa though. Really well done.

A spooky walk

Happy Halloween!

Happy Halloween

Haunted House

- by Jack Prelutsky

There's a house upon the hilltop

We will not go inside

For that is where the witches live,

Where ghosts and goblins hide.

Tonight they have their party,

All the lights are burning bright,

But oh we will not go inside

The haunted house tonight.

The demons there are whirling

And the spirits swirl about.

They sing their songs to Halloween.

"Come join the fun," they shout.

But we do not want to go there

So we run with all our might

And oh we will not go inside

The haunted house tonight.

Fairy Princess or Tiger?

My oldest, E, is well on her way to becoming a tomboy. I don't mind, really. I was a tomboy too after all. My love of dresses warred with my love of the monkey bars. Dresses eventually had to make way for those ugly brown corduroy pants my mom bought me because I was told I could no longer go on the monkey bars and show off "gasp" my panties to the general population of 5 year olds at kindergarten. Sigh. I loved my dresses. E is a lot like me in that respect. She loves to dress up but she also loves to wear her tutu while romping through the backyard in her pink and purple gumboots.

I am also of the mind that the dirtier the play, the healthier the kid. Really. Don't you recall how much fun you had making mud pies as a child? If you never made a mud pie, decorated it with plucked flower petals then you missed out and I can only shake my head in sadness at your sorry childhood. Okay so some of you may have grown up in the big city where parks and mud pies were scarce. Still, I believe getting dirt in your nails, climbing trees and building forts to be just a few of the true joys of childhood. I love being able to look back fondly on those memories.

Still, it gave me a little pang when E decided that she didn't want to be a fairy princess after all but a tiger. Part of me says kudos to her for wanting to do something fun and out of the box. How many other little girls would totally groove on crawling around and roaring like a tiger? The other part, the still girly part, thinks what a shame it is that she isn't going to be all pretty and fine in her fairy dress. I won't need to make her up a new fairy crown. *sigh* Still, I am proud of her for daring to be different and for being who she wants to be. That's gotta be a good sign, right?

J on the otherhand has decided to be Tinkerbell and has a green fairy dress and today she dressed up for pre-school. Luckily for her she is already blonde and I even managed to get her hair up in a bun on top of her head so she looked absolutely adorable. J is definitely all girly girl.

So really, I guess I can still live vicariously through both of my girls.

Apparently, my kids have decided that I get to be a witch for Halloween. My husband asked me if I needed to dress up for that. Yeah. He's such a comedian.

BTW the picture is one our pumpkins that we carved one year. We like to do fancy pumpkins. It's very time consuming.

Top Ten Thursday - Top Ten Worst Movies

Recently I did a list of my top ten favourite films. How fun would it be though to do the exact opposite and list the Top Ten Worst Movies, in my humble opinion. Now it may be that it might just be a great film but that I didn't like it or it may just well and truly have been a bomb.

Top Ten Worst Movies

1. In the Name of the King - Jason Statham is in this movie and it is positively awful. Worst dialogue and script ever. My husband and I actually sat through this movie and wondered how the actors could possibly say their lines with a straight face.

2. Appaloosa - the new one. Dull and slow

3. There Will Be Blood - I'm sorry people this may have won an oscar but this had to be about the slowest movie I've ever seen. Sure there was blood, in the final scene.

4. American Pie - I don't get these movies. How can some guy sticking his you know what in a pie and getting caught should be in any way funny. Okay it's a little funny but really on a base and small level. Worst of all they made a whole series of these movies.

5. Babylon A.D. - normally I like a good Vin Diesel flick but this one was just too bizarre.

6. Pan's Labryinth - I hated this movie. It may have been interesting visually but the story was drab, with lots of unexplained storyline and a supremely tragic ending. It also was confusing because it was made out to be a family film which it so wasn't.

7. The Mist- a Stephen King adaptation. Some people thought this was really cool but I felt it lacked believability and the acting was very obvious, cheesy lines etc and the ending was absolutely awful.

8. Miss March - again another one of these teen movies like Superbad. I'm sorry but I just don't find that base vulgar sort of humour funny.

9. Street Racer - a great film about cars and car racing, crappy story line

10. Any and all spoof films like Scary Movie 1, 2, 3, & 4, Disaster Movie, Date Movie, Epic Film, Dance Flick - you name it they are all pretty bad.

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Just wanted to give all you parents of babies a heads up on this great site. It's called Triplet's Mommy. It is basically a site dedicated to let parents know about free coupons and samples for baby formula and other baby products. What is so great about it is that it is all in one place and even has leads to other great programs that you might not have heard about like E-Mom Rewards and such.

They also have their own e-book that they are selling for $9.95 which is chock full of phone numbers and addresses of companies that offer coupons and free products. They also give you a quick tutorial of how you can get free diapers or at the very least, pay less for diapers. Lots of information to be gained. So check it out at:

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It's official... It's a Boy!

Okay, okay. I've pretty much known that fact since that last hard push and the quick announcement of "it's a boy" as they rushed him over to the weighing station etc. If that wasn't enough proof surely the hundreds of diapers I've changed since surely should have made me aware of the fact that I am indeed parenting a boy child.

However, to date I haven't really found much difference between parenting girls and boys. Sure he likes to play with cars and trains more than the girls do but I can still recall how he insisted on having a baby doll to play with like his sisters, how carefully swaddled said baby had to be and how he offered the baby his own baba or bottle.

In a busy household like ours we haven't had much time to instill any real privacy or modesty among the children. We as parents practice as much as the children will allow it, now having been reduced to actually having to lock them out but it's been difficult to say the least to make E aware that it's not appropriate to run around the house naked just because an idea occurred to her while she should have been dressing. So children being children they are all pretty nonchalant as far as their nudity goes around each other and they've never expressed more than a passing interest in the fact that their brother has different equipment than them.

Still, I was surprised at my son's behaviour the other night. Yyou knew I was leading up to something here.

Enter the Penis Monster.

It came completely out of the blue. I have no idea why it suddenly occurred to my son that it would extremely hilarious to take off your pullup, jump out at the girls, you know how they do when someone says ta da only this time he thrust his hips forward and gleefully shook his willie all while going "raarahhhhh, rarrrrrr" at the girls. The girls to which, being girls, promptly threw their hands up in the air screamed, eeeeeewwwww, grossss and ran away screaming. Thus encouraging the said penis monster to continue to rear it's ugly um head (wink) and chase said screaming girls around the house. Yeah.

Now I'm not going to lie to you, the first time I saw him do this I fell down on the bed laughing my arse off. It was too hysterical. Of course, since we've reigned in our amusement, asked the girls not to encourage him by laughing and screaming and running away and tell him a firm No, that's not appropriate.

It's funny how we label males and females specific actions and reactions and behaviours. Really these days they say we are all equal and that's there are no real differences between the genders behaviours are learned and not instinctual etc. Now I'm not a behavioural specialist, I don't have any degrees whatsoever but I beg to differ. I cannot imagine my daughters suddenly deciding that their wahoos were monsters that need to chase people around the house.

So let's face it, as my husband said.... that was such a boy thing to do!

Top Ten Thursday - Top 10 Reasons I love My BlackBerry

Hello all. Time for another weekly addition of Top Ten Thursday. This week's top ten list is brought to you by Jennifer at It's a Beauty Filled Life. I love this one because I LORVE LORVE my blackberry.

Here's a part of what she has to say.

As much as I’ve been pining away for the iPhone, I refuse to go to AT&T. So what’s a girl who’s jonesing hard for a smartphone to do?

Blackberry, baby!

I know, I know, a lot of you may be thinking, “Oh, hoooh! If she were really hard core, NOTHING would stop her from getting an iPhone. Not even AT&T!” But I tell you now, folks, unless AT&T paid for my family plan, gave me and HABL free phones, and then offered us insurance on the uninsurable iPhone, ‘taint gonna happen.

And so, with a smile on my face and a new phone in hand, I give you the top ten reasons why I love my Blackberry.

Enjoy!

Top Ten Reasons Why I Love My Blackberry

1. Internet: anytime, anywhere. Must. Feed. The. Beast.

2. I feel like I’m a Jetson with this mini computer in my pocket. Mini computer in my pocket? That’s like saying I own a time machine!

3. Mobile tweeting – ‘nuff said

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Wordless Wednesday - Halloween Memories

They Grow up So Fast

This is something that's been in the back of my mind for a few days now. As I contemplate my first sentence of this post tears immediately spring to my eyes. They grow up so fast and I don't know if I will ever be ready.

A lot of gals around the blogosphere and in my community seem to be expecting. It has given me not just a little baby envy. At first I thought it was because O is talking a mile a minute and seems so grown up for his 2 and 1/2 years. Not to mention that he was born at the size of a 3 month old and currently sports the size more apt of a 4 year old. He hasn't been very babyish for quite a long time. His only baby like behaviour of late is coming to me and saying he wants me and then wants up for a snuggle. I am more than happy to oblige my son with a cuddle.

But no, it wasn't that. It was E.

A few nights ago I slipped into her nightlight lit room to check to make sure she was covered. As I gazed upon her sweet little face in sleep, it struck me just how big my baby was getting. So intent am I on assisting her in learning her ABC's and working on her handwriting and homework with her each day that I forget just how much she is growing up. She is starting to recognize simple words and soon, if she is anything like her mother, will be reading a mile a minute. So I stopped and stared a little, taking in her sweet face, how she still snuggles her much loved and much frayed blankie and how sometimes she still sleeps with her bum in the air. Some times I am just in awe of how much my children have changed, how quickly they are learning, how fast they are growing.

I think we need those moments where we just stop talking, living, lecturing etc and just observe instead. Stop and take notice of the changes that are happening. Are they good? Are they bad? How can we do better?

Is this perhaps why we get baby envy? Because the ones we already have are growing up and exerting their independence in a thousand different ways. Do we have more children so we can continue to delight in their innocence and the simple joy that they bring us?

When I had O, he was such a different baby from my first two that I got a small sense of why people like the Duggars keep having so many children. Each child is a new little person just waiting to burst out and show their personalities. That could be just a little addicting that thrill of discovering a new little being.

However, O was such a traumatic labor and delivery that I vowed I would never want another baby after that. So why am I, 2 years before my 40th, suddenly longing for another child? Why is that I can tell myself that the cost is too much, diapers alone, that we are so close to having a regular life without naps and diapers and bottles etc so why would I complicate it by having another? Not to mention our stress level right now. Not to mention my mother would have a cow. She made it more than clear that she thought we were crazy to have the 3rd. Not withstanding that the 3rd was unexpected she made clear references to K getting fixed. Not that I should live my life by my mother's expectations but still it hurts to know she'd be upset and disapprove if we chose to have a 4th.

In my days of infertility I can remember talking to a friend who was 100% positive that two was enough, she did not want any more. I told her that I couldn't imagine not wanting to keep having children. I put that down to the fact that I hadn't had one yet. I find myself looking at those with larger families and envying them. I like to think that they just have more money than us so they can afford it. They probably don't but I can't imagine trying to afford another child on our current income. It's tough enough as it is without adding another diapered bum to the bunch. ;)

Well that post is sure to scare the crap out of my husband should he ever read it. I'm sure this phase will pass. I just have to keep reminding myself how insane it would be for us to have another right now. I'll let you know if that works. ;)

Which is why I am waiting for close friends (you know who you are) to actually have a baby so I can steal theirs once in a while.

Character is the Key - Book Review

Character is the Key by Sara Dimerman, DIP.C.S., C Psych. Assoc.
Founder & Director – Parent Education Resource Centre

When I was offered this book to review I was actually very excited at the prospect. I am not one to normally read anything but escapist literature but this appealed to me. As some of you may know I have been struggling for some time with how to ensure that I am passing on those core values to my children.

The whole premise of this book is that our children need to develop important character attributes like honesty, integrity and fairness, that they need to be taught this not only in schools but at home. To do this, these character attributes must be modeled intentionally and taught by their parents.

On reading the list of top character values and examples, I was relieved to see that I did, in fact, model many of the essentials. I show responsibility every day by getting everyone up and getting them to school each day on time. I am honest. If someone gives me too much change, I pipe up right away. Perseverance, I sit and help E learn her abc’s every day. Things like that. Phew, okay that was a relief.

Then I started looking at the particular behaviours of each of my children and started to realize how much they sounded like me and not in a good way. I have long been afraid of some of the negative behaviour that goes on around home and wondered what damaging effect it may be having on my children. My husband and I have very stressful lives at the moment and this does not always translate well to patience with the children. It’s something that I have been having a tough time to get the better of.

I could not have been more ready for this book. What is great about it is that each chapter is not long, it gives plenty of examples to learn from and there is even a summary at the end of each chapter, so if your husband is not a reader you can just give him the highlights. I can tell you that my husband is gleaning a lot from this book just by my telling him a few key points and examples. This way he doesn’t get bogged down by reading buts gets the sense of it.

The book starts with getting you to identify and list your core values and beliefs, giving you some examples and points to discuss. Once that you have done that you can start looking at how to start modeling those beliefs, how to change even poor examples into teachable moments and start to focus on not just the moment but how to keep tomorrow in mind, not doing just what’s easier today.

The next stage of the books is outlining how to you and the family working together as a team, how to achieve more time together as a family, how to effectively conduct family meetings and setting out a family plan.

We have not worked our way all the way through this book yet but already I can see myself making a more conscious decision on how I am going to react to various situations throughout the day. I barely got through the first chapter and already I felt a surge of encouragement and renewed sense of purpose. That I can do this! I can model better behaviour and that with time I can make changes in how my children behave.

I got my best praise tonight from my husband when after having had to go and settle a dispute with all three of the children, my husband said to me.. “you handled that very well, honey”. I looked at him in surprise thinking it was no big deal. And he said to me no, that I had handled it amazingly well and certainly not with the words he would have gone in with. Wow. I was inordinately pleased by his simple observation.

So if you are struggling with how to teach your children strong character values, this book is definitely well worth a read. It’s simple and it makes sense.

For more information visit http://www.characteristhekey.com/.

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Sunday Stealing...

Well I am definitely feeling better and came across this meme on Helene's Blog so I thought I'd join in.

Sunday Stealing - The ABC's of Meme

A - advocate for: children and those tiny little green men that live at the end of the rainbow.

B - best feature: my nose. it's always been a comfort to me. ;0)

C - could do without: whining and early mornings, liver,

D - dreams and desires: for me to be able to travel to England and recently added New Zealand to that list.

E - essential items: books, tea and chocolate

F - favourite past time - reading, duh

G - Good at: organizing, cooking, snuggling my kids

H - Have never tried: bungee diving (and never will)

I - If I had a million dollars: I'd be a green dress but not a real green dress... that's cruel. ;) I'd buy a nice home for my family, take that trip to England and New Zealand, and my kids to Disneyland and I'd donate some to cancer research.

J - junkie for - chocolate and books

K - kindred spirit - Elizabeth Bennett

L - Little known fact - I have to put things back in their proper boxes. Like xmas ornaments off the tree. If there is a box for it, the ornament goes back into that box.

M - memorable moment - my most awe inspiring moment was when my first child was put onto my chest. It as such a rush after all that pushing to suddenly have this slippery baby thrust onto my chest. Not that it wasn't amazing with my other two but that first one was such a shock because of it being the first experience for us.

N - Never again will I - be 30.

O - occasional indulgence - new clothes

P - profession- chief cook and bottle washer and mompreneur (own a video store)

Q - Quote - "You people make my ass twitch" from French Kiss

R - Reason to Smile - smarmy romantic kisses, watching my kids sleeping peacefully, my husband.

S - Sorry about - not getting to spend more time playing with my kids, sorry I lose my temper so much, sorry that I don't have more patience, sorry that my business is struggling

T - things I'm worry about right now - money, money, money, struggling businesses, selling ouar house.

U - uninterested in - most t.v. reality shows, rich people that act stupidly, wasting my time in one sided friendships, facebook

V - very scared of- snakes and losing my kids

W - worse habits - biting my toe nails (just kidding ;) jumping to conclusions and finishing my husband's sentences. Stewing on things. Can stew for hours on one argument.

X - X marks my ideal vacation spot - England aside, I'd love to spend some time on the Mexican Riviera.

Y - Yummiest Dessert - anything with puff pastry. Love that puff pastry.

Z - Zodiac sign - Virgo

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House of Night Series - New book Tempted

I am a complete sucker for teen fiction. I have read the entire Harry Potter series, am working my way through Inkheart, Golden Compass and Twilight series. Love the movies, love the books. So when I saw this new series coming out I couldn't help but want to post about it.

It is House of Night Series by mother daughter team of P.C. and Kristin Cast. There are five books: Marked, Betrayed, Chosen, Untamed and Hunted in all with the Sixth book Tempted being released October 27th.

The series is about a 16-year-old girl named Zoey Redbird, who gets "marked" by a vampyre tracker causing her to undergo the Change into a real vampyre. So of course they had me at "vampyre".


What's more it's said that this New York Times best selling mother-daughter writing team has become a major force in teen fiction. There over 3 million copies of their books in print, a film option has been well publicized along with a regularly updated interactive website. I have checked it out and can well see how it appeals to the teens. Apparently their fanbase is growing daily and they are now embarking on their first national book tour.

I was further intrigued when I watched the promotional clip on you tube. Either click the video below or the link here to check it out. House of Night clip



So I for one am looking forward to checking out this series. I love hearing of anything new like this. I just can't believe I hadn't heard of it before.

Can't wait? Listen to the first chapter of Tempted on audio: Chapter One

And of course, you can always become a fan on Facebook at the Official House of Night Page.

Are we better yet?

Just wanted to thank you all for your warm wishes and comments. Although I still feel like crap today, it's a slightly less crappy feeling if you know what I mean. It gives me hope that I may just be on the mend. I guess I will know tonight whether or not I get my nightly round of fever and chills.

It didn't help that O has now become sick. You know when your usually rambunctious 2 1/2 year old son tells you that he is tired and you turn around to find him asleep on the couch. When he subsequently wakes up crying so much that no matter how much you hustle in your sick exhausted state to get him a bottle to soothe him he promptly throws up from said excessive crying. When my son gets sick and mucousy, it makes him gag and then he throws up really easy.

Add to this that you had told the realtor yes you will show the house on the morrow because at the time your one sick child was recovering and you felt reasonably better at that moment. Only to find yourself feverish and child #2 starts to complain of a headache and child 3, well as I said he spewed, not once, not twice but three times. All before daddy came home. yeah.

Then you get to clean house. More yeahs. Can you feel the sarcasm? My husband assured me he would help. Which he did but not as much as I would have liked him too. He spent more time playing with the kids, which was good cause they needed some attention, but still. He kind of tuckered out by 9:30 and that was it while I was dragging my wheezing arse around picking up toys. yeah.

So the yard never got picked up. Boo. I'm sure the inlaws were thrilled but I don't care. We left early cause O started to cry after having passed out on the couch again for an hour this a.m. Again, not normal behaviour for him. So I had to get him out quick before he starting spewing again. It was too late to cancel the showing. So I got him to stop crying with the promise of going to get donuts. Yes I occasionally bribe my children. It worked. He didn't really want to eat the donuts once he got them but it worked to get him out of the house peacefully. I tried to drop J off at preschool but I couldn't do my normal routine of going in with her cause I was sick and O was sick in the van. She wouldn't take her shoes off for the teacher or anything so I ended up coming back and taking her home again. I realized later that it wasn't fair to push her into doing it a different way when we had established routines that she was comfortably (she's an exceptionally shy child). She had already cried when Nana dropped her off the day before apparently cause it wasn't me taking her. I asked her if she just wanted to drive around and eat donuts with us. She liked that idea.

So we went to the beach and parked. I got 15 blissfully quiet moments to drink my coffee and eat a donut (although I didn't really want them myself) while my children were enthralled by this giant lime green parachute kite being flown in the field by the beach. My daughter thought it looked like a giant green caterpillar. My children must have looked like eager dogs panting to get out of their cages as they stood in front of the half down side window with their little fingers leaving sticky donut prints all over the glass while they gleefully watched the kite soar. They especially liked it when it crashed down and then would go up again.

It perked them up so much we went for a walk on the beach and we did that old favourite standby of tossing rocks into the ocean. Tomorrow they have all but gotten me to promise I'd take them back to the big park. sigh. ;)

Blog called on account of Sickness

Wouldn't it be nice if when we were sick we could just take time out and slow down the whole world until we were feeling better? The kids would be entertained, fed, clothed and bathed. Mom would lounge around in bed resting for as long as she wanted, laptop would be at the reach of her fingertips loaded with her favourite chick films. Tea, hot soup and nibblies would magically appear by her side.

Ahhhhh.

Then there's reality. Moms just don't get a break when they are sick. Let's face it unless I am completely comatose I still attempt to keep the house at least moderately tidy. The laundry got folded because it was sitting there on the couch half finished from last night. Just the site of it was driving me crazy. Folded I put it, basket and all, in my bedroom and closed the door. Hubs can help me put it away later.

Soooo my lovely bloggy friends I may be away a day or so. This cold that has lingered for weeks has finally sucumbed to the flu. I went to bed last night with lovely fever and chills while I dreamt of completing crochet squares. Do you ever get that when you have a fever? Dreams of mundane tasks that suddenly rise up to torment you in your sleep> I ended up awake after a scant 1 1/2 sleep to sit and watch t.v. cause I couldn't sleep. Add to this that E definitely has had a fever for the last several days and J keeps saying her head hurts. O, so far has been a trooper. The poor boy is soooo bored.

So like I said I may not post for a day or so. It just might be a good time to catch up on my reading though if I could get my butt off the couch. ;)

Happy Thanksgiving Canadians!

I don't know about you but I just love Turkey dinner. My mom's gravy is runny and her cheese sauce is a little watery and yet those are my favourite things about dinner. Thanksgiving dinner wouldn't be the same without it. It's funny cause my SIL makes a comment on how watered down tasting my mom's gravy is. My mom doesn't add any package flavoring to hers so it's not super seasoned. If you grew up with that real savoury style of gravy you would hate my mom's gravy. Which both my husband and my SIL grew up with the "gravy in a package" so they kind of cringe when they are my mother's for dinner. *L* Whereas my mom grew up in a large family with growing boys that ate like pigs so the gravy had to stretch very far. I'm pretty sure my mom has an excess of gravy that gets tossed every year.

Traditions are amazing things. When you join two families together sometimes there are small clashes in traditions and values.

Unfortunately my good china is all packed away but that's not what Thanksgiving is really about anyways so it didn't really matter. Once the food covered your plates you had no idea you were eating on my ugly day to day corel plates. I managed a good find in a pale yellow table cloth at the thrift store with nary a stain and 8 napkins so the table looked pretty nonetheless.

My pumpkin pies turned out very well. At least everyone praised them enough. I like pumpkin pie from scatch. No canned pumpkin for me. ;) My biscuits were a trifle hockey puckish but a little butter goes a long way to making the more edible and my stuffing was delish.

The turkey, well it was a little dry. I had to laugh because my husband babied that thing like crazy. I reassured him that nobody was bound to notice because they like it that way.

My husband really pitched in and came through for me. He helped prep all the vegetables, took care of nasty part of the turkey for me, set up the table and chased off the kids. 

Happy Thanksgiving to you all. Hug your family close and remember all the things you are thankful for.

After a little bit of whine it should be fitting that I remind myself of a few of the things that I am thankful for:

I have a roof over my head.

I can feed my family.

I can cloth my family

I have a family who loves me.

I have three healthy children

I have a husband who works hard to provide for his family.

I have my own health and my husband is healthy.

and so much more.

Cheers,

I Don't Know what to call this post.

Time seems to fly so fast these days that it's hard to find a moment to really sit down and blog or read other blogs. I feel that I can barely keep up with my kids. Of course, having a string of colds run through the entire family has not helped. While I now possess a voice, it's still gravelly, I cannot sing in tune to save my life and I still on occasion squeak whenever I raise my voice. My kids think that's funny.

Then we have days like today. My cough woke me up at 4:30 which I could not get rid off until I swallowed O's cough medicine and drank chamomile tea at the hottest temperature possible until the tickle in my throat subsided to a more reasonable level. Coughing every 5 minutes instead of every 30 seconds. Then to my dismay O woke up wanting mommy and a bubba and a snuggle. This was some time around 5:30. I still had not fallen asleep. We put O back to bed only to find that instead of going to be he proceeded to go up the stairs and sit at the door calling for his little cousin, Bobby, who's visiting this weekend. Bobby, although he was a whole other floor above the door, must have heard him because suddenly Bobby pipes up from his crib, "hello, mommy". Nana, of course, can hear the whole thing. She gets up goes to the door and tells O that everyone's sleeping. He was very mad, went away and came back saying "Bobby no sleep. Bobby wake up." Oh yeah.

So we've been up since 4:30 this a.m. Oh the joys of parenthood. Why is it that they never seem to feel this whole exhaustion thing? They can happily bounce through the entire day with only minor whinyness while we, their much maligned and abused parents, drag our sorry asses around the house longing for sleep.

Then my husband came home from work and from an appointment with my FIL's doctor. I don't know if I mentioned that my FIL was diagnosed with prostrate cancer last January. The prognosis seemed promising at first but a sudden spike in his PSA levels had him opting for surgery. He had his prostrate removed in early September. We've had to wait a few weeks for the results of the tests on the removed prostrate. They were not good. My FIL has an aggressive, non operable cancer that has spread up into the soft tissues in the prostrate area. It only remains to be seen over the next couple of months to see if the cancer is going to continue to be this aggressive and whether or not hormone therapy is an option for him. He has no other options not being eligible for radiation etc.

So this was seriously difficult news to receive. Immediately we are terrified to hear the words aggressive inoperable terminal cancer and yet confused because he seems so fine. Yes he's had a rough recovery. He's developed a hernia and is in extra pain because of it but up until this point he's never had the usual prostrate symptoms. He has been the picture of health. So how did we get from a to b in 10 months? We just don't know.

We've explained to the children.. well to E because she's the only one old enough to really have this kind of conversation with... that Papa has a tumour, that he's had it removed and that it was prostrate cancer and that's why he had to go away to have it removed. We've reassured her. Fast forward to a couple of weeks later and we're having the Terry Fox run at her school. Unthinkingly on our walk to school I explained to her who Terry Fox was, that he had cancer, what he accomplished in his life and that he died from cancer. Not quite like that but you get the gist. I also tried to assure her that not everyone dies from cancer, that some get better etc. Well, E's a smart kid because the next thing out of her mouth is that "what kind of cancer does papa have?". She's put two and two together. This coming just after hearing the "it's terminal" news was just about enough to undo me on the walk to school. I don't think she needs to know the worst of it or even capable of processing it at her age. She knows he's sick and for now that's enough.

All we can pray is that his cancer is not going to progress quickly and that he responds well to hormone therapy. Any extension of his time with us we can be grateful for.

So this Thanksgiving is going to be a particularly poignant one in our family. We don't know what's in store for the next year. Will we all still be here a year from now or will there be one less number at our table? I'm becoming somewhat morbid I know. But at least this gives us each a chance to make sure that we spend as much time with him as possible. Not everyone is so lucky. As I am reminded daily by my friend who lost her son.

So that's my heavy little post today. Let's put it down to confirmation of bad news and a sleep deprived night. I'm sorry but there's no where else really to get it all down.

For those of you may be wondering about my friend who lost her son at the end of summer. Her and her family are doing alright. They are taking it one day at a time. They have their good days and their bad days as can be expected. They are seeking grief counseling. I have to commend my friend for being such a wonderfully supportive mother that she's ensuring that her children are getting a chance to express their grief and understand their feelings. They have arranged for a lovely tree to be planted at the side of the road where he was struck. There is a memorial plaque there and it's said to bloom the month of his birthday. They seem to get some measure of comfort from stopping by this tree every day on the walk home.