Magic Moments January 29, 2006

Magic 99 has become the radio station of choice in our household. Since Nicholas lives here, he spends a lot of time hearing the songs they play. As a result, the following “magic moments” have taken place:

- He has taken the tune of “Good People” by Jack Johnson and changed the words. The result has been the song “Where have all the Lilys gone?”, which he sings over and over again.

- He can accurately name the artist when Sarah McLachlan, Dido, Jann Arden, Michael Buble, or Diana Krall are singing. When it’s Diana Krall, he always says “My Dad is in love with her”. I may or may not have anything to do with him knowing that.

- He sings along with Enya’s new song. There’s nothing more amusing that a 5-year-old boy singing along with Enya.

- He yelled at the radio “They stole that song from Sarah McLachlan!!”. It was the Beatles singing Blackbird.

I’m so very all alone January 28, 2006

Well, except for the two kids, the dog, and the cat, I’m all alone.

Liam and Krista (and Tash??) are gone to Woodbadge Training this weekend and I’ve been left to fend for myself. Really, this isn’t any different than a regular weekday except that Nicholas isn’t going to school, but I’m bitter about it because weekends are supposed to be my Liam time.

Maybe I’ll go downstairs and get some love from Rob. If I close my eyes and make sure not to feel the top of his head I might not notice the difference.

Pirate-y goodness January 27, 2006

You know you might be married to a pirate when:

1. He goes around saying “Yarr” all the time.

2. He shaves his head.

3. His cat likes to perch on his shoulder.

4. He’s got sexy legs.

5. He takes pictures like this:

Mmm-mmm good January 25, 2006

Here’s my thought of the day for everyone:

If you think that getting soap in your eye is where it’s at, you haven’t lived until you get St. Ives Apricot Scrub in your eye.

There’s nothing quite like feeling the little chunks of grit under your eyelid to make you want to yell out “Oh yeah, world! I’m ready for another fun day!!”.

Screw you St. Ives. That hurt like a %#$@. Put a frickin warning on the bottle or something. “Warning: Keep product out of eyes unless you are planning to have them removed anyhow. Idiot.”

Goals a la Kim January 24, 2006

Since Helen and Liam have posted their goals, I feel the need to share mine.

My goals deal are more along the weight-loss line of things, rather than cleaning or reading. I’ve got baby weight and then some to lose, so I’ve got my work cut out for me.

Since beginning to weigh myslef (something like two months ago) I decided that I want to lose 55 lbs total. No, I’m not going to say what the actual weight is, but suffice to say that it’s doable since I was 10 lbs lighter than that only 3 years ago.

So far, I’m down 11 lbs. By April first, I want to have lost another 14 lbs. That will leave me with another 30 lbs. Yikes.

I’m going the route of FlyLady’s Body Clutter book. Along with that I’m doing her Body Clutter Investigator (a daily sheet where I record my weight, water and food intake, etc.) and walking. Sometime around March I’ll get back into running as well.

Go me!

Happy birthday to me! January 20, 2006

For my birthday, the federal government has given me $508. Yee-haw!

It’s actually Nicholas’ money, but the cheque is written to me. Since we were late doing our income taxes (only by 7 months or so), we were cut off from the Child Tax Benefits. This is apparantly back-pay, minus the over-payment they made when they thought I was still single.

This makes me think…in theory Lillian is owed something like $600 for back-payments. We haven’t done the paperwork to apply for her yet and the only thing that’s stopping me is that her birth certificate is lost somewhere in the mess that is our computer room. I hate the mess in here with a passion, but I think that I could manage to get it cleaned up for $600.

Yay free money. Now I just need that gas bonus and the other $500 we’ve each been promised by Klein.

It really does explain a lot January 19, 2006

Sometimes I wonder why I feel like I’m going looney. Then I look around my house and notice things like:

- Fingers eating empty gelatine capsules. How good could those possibly taste?!

- Jack running around outside barking at snowflakes.

- Nicholas coming up with phrases like “That’s why they say ‘Never play with a fool’s peanut!’” and “Your boobs are Lily treasure-boxes,”.

- Dumb people calling me and getting the wrong number giving me attitude. No, my name is not Joy and if you repeat the name followed by a last name and some guy’s name our house will not magically transform into said household.

Uh huh.

Oh January 18, 2006

So that’s what a meltdown feels like. Nifty.

Yesterday I reached my limit. I didn’t know what it was, but I found it.

Maybe it was the fact that I didn’t finish a single meal that I started to eat, and didn’t have time to sit down at all for supper.

Maybe it was because those damn little fishcakes refused to look like little fish the way they did in the kid’s cookbook.

Maybe it was the mad-dash $200 grocery-shopping trip that included the baby who had to be fed half-way through.

Or maybe it was the 6 hours of sleep I’d had the night before, or the part where Lillian woke up 3 times during those 6 short hours.

Then again, it could have been those 15 minutes I had to unload the groceries from the car, get myself and Lillian dressed to go out, and walk to Nicholas’ school to pick him up.

It wouldn’t surprise me either if it had something to do with those nasty postpartum hormones kicking my butt just for the fun of it.

I think the part where I arrived at Nicholas’ Tae Kwon Do hoping for a chance to sit only to find out it was parents night was a part of it. Trying to participate while jiggling a baby on one hip and holding up a pad for Nicholas to kick was a bit much.

All I know is that I’ve never been happier to see Liam than I was last night when he showed up to rescue me at Tae Kwon Do. He took over and Lillian and I headed for the sidelines for a quick snack before heading home. I cried the whole way and my legs were wonky when I walked up to the house.

Liam, my knight in shining armor, sent me to bed at 8 and washed the mountain of dishes that had taken over the entire kitchen.

Life is better today. I’ve had enough food, sleep, and quiet moments that I don’t feel like running away from home.

For your viewing pleasure January 17, 2006

Gee, that wasn’t too weird at all January 17, 2006

This morning when I woke up, I found it to be incredibly warm in our bedroom. After kicking off all the blankets and moving as far away from any warm bodies as possible, I silently begged the furnace to stop pumping hot air into our bedroom. I watched the clock for ten minutes, the whole while the furnace churning away. At this point, I seriously started to consider the possibility that the furnace was broken and would never turn off again.

I went downstairs to check what temperature it was set to and was very surprised to see that our front door was wide open. It had obviously been this way for quite some time judging by the frostiness of the air downstairs and the non-stop action of the little furnace that could.

I closed and locked the door then went up to the bathroom where Liam was having a shower to ask him why the door was open. He had no idea either. The last time either of us had paid attention to the door was when he locked it before he went to bed and I checked it a few minutes later on my way to bed.

Weird.

In the half hour or so since this incident I have come up with the following possibilities as to how our front door became unlocked and opened while everyone was still in bed:

1) Liam was sleep-walking and opened it himself.
2) Fingers was really bored and spent all night working on it.
3) Lillian knows a lot more than she’s telling us.
4) Someone broke into our house without leaving any footprints in the snow then decided not to steal anything.
5) The Leddys somehow ended up with a working key to our house and thought it would be funny.
6) Some not-so-funny ghost has taken up residence in our house and wanted some fresh air.

Seriously, people, somehow our door ended up open and none of us has a clue. I’m open to suggestions here. As for now, I’ve got both the handle and the deadbolt locked and I’ll be more than happy when the sun comes up this morning. Creepy.