The girls had a play date with a couple of their friends on Saturday.
The first part involved going to the Hyde Park Santa Claus parade.
When we arrived, we realized we hadn't brought chairs (newbie mistake) so some of the girls sat on the ground while they waited. One girl didn't want to sit down anywhere though...
"A dog might've peed there."
When the parade started, the second or third group was a bunch of people walking their dogs. As they passed us, a Jack Russell pulled its owner right past us over to the grass and promptly laid down a deuce EXACTLY where the kids had been sitting a few minutes earlier.
LESSON: Sometimes it's good to be cautious.
Later, the excitement of the day started to take its toll, and S had a meltdown. And then another one...
I called her upstairs while I prepared the snack, and applied my patented method of parenting:
"Sweetie, CALM DOWN. What are you freaking out about? Well, that's hardly the end of the world, is it? You need to get a hold of yourself or you can't go back down there and play. NO, you need to CALM DOWN!"
At which point her friend came upstairs, walked over to S, wrapped her in a big hug, and said, "It's okay S. It's okay. I know." S immediately felt better and they went back to playing.
LESSON: Try being kind instead of being a beyotch.
Huh. Imagine that.
Wednesday 28 November 2012
Tuesday 20 November 2012
That's what she said
The other night, we watched videos we took of the girls when they were toddlers.
Me: Can you believe how thin and happy mom and pop look in those videos?
DH: Yep, now we're just fat and miserable.
[laughter]
K: You can say THAT again!
Curse this child and her comic timing!
Me: Can you believe how thin and happy mom and pop look in those videos?
DH: Yep, now we're just fat and miserable.
K: You can say THAT again!
Curse this child and her comic timing!
Friday 16 November 2012
What's happening at our house tonight
DH is doing a show for Movember tomorrow, so he shaved his goatee down to a moustache and now he looks like Paul Sr. from American Chopper.
In related news, K was halfway through brushing her teeth when she realized that there was DH beard hair on her tooth brush.
Also, I was giving pedicures and got a toe nail in my eye.
That's how we roll on a Friday night.
In related news, K was halfway through brushing her teeth when she realized that there was DH beard hair on her tooth brush.
Also, I was giving pedicures and got a toe nail in my eye.
That's how we roll on a Friday night.
Wednesday 14 November 2012
Major milestone
There are some moments in life that need to be remembered and celebrated.
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Monday 12 November 2012
Priorities
If I spent half as much time, effort and energy on cleaning my house as I put into the act of getting every last drop out of the bag inside the wine box...you'd be able to eat off my kitchen floor.
Thursday 8 November 2012
Maybe I just shouldn't leave the house
subtitle: What is WRONG with people?
Taking the train home from Toronto the other day, I was trapped in an enclosed space with an incessant sniffer and a guy going to town on a bag of Doritos. I was pretty sure we weren't all going to get out of that metal tube alive.
On the weekend, we went to see Wreck It Ralph. It was a cute movie, but my experience of it was slightly dampened by the fact that the man in front of me was snoring for the last half hour of the show.
The weird thing was, everyone in the audience could hear it, but his wife, who was sitting right next to him, wasn't doing anything. So then I didn't feel like it was my place to lean over and wake him up. Suddenly, in the last five minutes of the movie, he gave a gigantic snort, everyone in the theatre giggled, and she looked over at him and gave him a nudge.
The worst part was that in the middle of the snoring, the person behind me was sucking every last drop of moisture out of her giant pop. And then shaking the ice cubes around. And then sucking every last drop of moisture out of there again. And then shaking it again.
At this point I leaned over to DH and said, "I'm going to lose my mind."
The WORST worst part was that having someone snoring in front of me in the theatre was like a waking nightmare. A noise that torments me every night had now escaped my bedroom and was torturing me at the Wellington 8! My mid-life, crotchety version of Freddie Krueger.
Taking the train home from Toronto the other day, I was trapped in an enclosed space with an incessant sniffer and a guy going to town on a bag of Doritos. I was pretty sure we weren't all going to get out of that metal tube alive.
On the weekend, we went to see Wreck It Ralph. It was a cute movie, but my experience of it was slightly dampened by the fact that the man in front of me was snoring for the last half hour of the show.
The weird thing was, everyone in the audience could hear it, but his wife, who was sitting right next to him, wasn't doing anything. So then I didn't feel like it was my place to lean over and wake him up. Suddenly, in the last five minutes of the movie, he gave a gigantic snort, everyone in the theatre giggled, and she looked over at him and gave him a nudge.
The worst part was that in the middle of the snoring, the person behind me was sucking every last drop of moisture out of her giant pop. And then shaking the ice cubes around. And then sucking every last drop of moisture out of there again. And then shaking it again.
At this point I leaned over to DH and said, "I'm going to lose my mind."
The WORST worst part was that having someone snoring in front of me in the theatre was like a waking nightmare. A noise that torments me every night had now escaped my bedroom and was torturing me at the Wellington 8! My mid-life, crotchety version of Freddie Krueger.
Wednesday 7 November 2012
Clap, clap, clap
I would just like to take a minute to give mad props to my hair.
I was at a conference the past two days, and when I got up yesterday I realized that I had forgotten a) my straightening iron and b) a brush.
So all I had at my disposal was a crappy hotel hair dryer and a comb.
I was not optimistic.
Usually, even with a full arsenal of products and tools at my disposal, I end up looking like low-flow Jerry by the end of the day:
But my hair knew it was go time, and it came to play.
So thank you, hair, for having my back. And for not being on my back, because that's just gross.
I was at a conference the past two days, and when I got up yesterday I realized that I had forgotten a) my straightening iron and b) a brush.
So all I had at my disposal was a crappy hotel hair dryer and a comb.
I was not optimistic.
Usually, even with a full arsenal of products and tools at my disposal, I end up looking like low-flow Jerry by the end of the day:
But my hair knew it was go time, and it came to play.
So thank you, hair, for having my back. And for not being on my back, because that's just gross.
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