Holy Smokes...where does the time go? I know, I know....all parents say that but really. It's astonishing. I find myself in moments of panic when I think about how my boys will soon be all grown up and not want to hang out with their mommy anymore (wah)! So unfair! I try to remind myself of that reality when they are doing something that makes me want to thrust myself off a bus travelling at a very high speed.
Anyway, yesterday was Little Man's 3rd birthday. I guess he's not a baby anymore. Or even really a toddler. He's a little boy.
To celebrate we had a little family party on Saturday complete with "Monster Truck" theme. He was thrilled. On Sunday we set off for a night at Great Wolf Lodge. Yes, again. Yes, I recall our last trip to Niagara Falls was a disaster. But we don't learn from our past so we went again.
Overall, we had a good time. The boys had a ton of fun and Buddy was now over the oh-so-critical 42" mark so he could go on some "big" slides. He was thrilled. Little Man....not so much. We will hold off on another trip there until he also hits the 42" milestone.
Of course, none of our excursions happen without some drama.
Drama #1: Dinner Debacle
We decided to purchase the "all inclusive" meal package. This meant we had buffet dinner, breakfast and then lunch at one of their fast food-ish outlets. Perfect. Well our first meal was dinner and got the boys all hooked up with food. Buddy was as good as gold but Little Man wanted no part of it. Took about 1.25 bites and announced he was "done". Followed by sliding under the table an endless number of times. All the while, Super Husband and I are trying to alternately eat and grab more food for Buddy who apparently hadn't eaten in a month or so you might think with all the food he put away. We finally bribed Little Man with dessert and I ran off to fetch a pudding cup. Came back and after taking one bite, Little Man coughed and then barfed. All.Over.the.Plate. Amazing, really. He got the ENTIRE contents of his stomach (mostly juice) neatly deposited on his plate. Also amazing was the fact nobody seemed to notice. Super Husband promptly jumped up and announced he was taking Little Man up to the room. Leaving me and Buddy with the pukey plate. What the hell was I to do? Act casual, of course! I managed to disguise it with a mound of napkins and all the other crap on our table. When the waitress appeared I told her to be very careful as we had an "accident". She was none the wiser. We made a hasty exit.
Drama #2: Sucky Sleep
Poor Little Man recovered from dinner but then had a cough that would not quit. We finally got them into bed and it was clear neither would sleep due to being in the same bed and coughing. So we split them up. We all layed in bed for the next 1.5 hours listening to Little Man cough. Thankfully, it eventually stopped and we all dozed.
I woke up a couple of hours later only to find that Buddy had wedged his head under my pillow. In a moment of panic I put my hand on his back to ensure he was breathing. I could not feel a thing. No movement. I could feel true panic set in. I loudly whispered: Buddy? Buddy? BUDDY! Nothing. Now I'm in a full meltdown state. I reach over and grab him with both hands and start to shake him. Not in a gentle way. He casually rolled over and continued to sleep while I nearly burst into tears thanking my lucky stars he was just soundly sleeping. Let me tell you - I was terrified. I honestly feared the worst. Now I am reminded as to why I never co-slept. I love my clildren but I HATE sharing a sleep space with them. We all (with the exception of Buddy) woke up tired and grumpy.
Overall, we had a good time and as always I was happy to return home and put them in their own beds for the night :)
December 12, 2012
November 27, 2012
Well Hello, Santa!
Sunday marked my office's annual Children's Christmas Party. They do a great job and a good time is always had by all. Of course the kids just wanted to have fun but I had my Mommy Agenda and insisted that fun could happen AFTER the Santa picture.
I envisioned a lovely picture of my two beautiful boys sitting on Santa's knee, gazing into his eyes and telling him exactly what they were hoping he will bring them on Christmas Eve.
Instead, I had two terrified little boys who refused to come within a 4 foot radius of the man.
Not to be deterred, Santa proclaimed that both Super Husband and I should sit on his knee. Not being one to pass up an opportunity to schmooze with the big man, I obliged. Surprisingly...so did Super Husband.
So it came to be that the family descended upon the poor man. Notice that Super Husband and I look thrilled while the boys do not. In fact, Buddy is so distraught he cannot bring himself to even face the camera. Little Man is holding himself together by a thread with the promise of a chocolate treat to follow the picture.
Oh well, there's always next year!
I envisioned a lovely picture of my two beautiful boys sitting on Santa's knee, gazing into his eyes and telling him exactly what they were hoping he will bring them on Christmas Eve.
Instead, I had two terrified little boys who refused to come within a 4 foot radius of the man.
Not to be deterred, Santa proclaimed that both Super Husband and I should sit on his knee. Not being one to pass up an opportunity to schmooze with the big man, I obliged. Surprisingly...so did Super Husband.
So it came to be that the family descended upon the poor man. Notice that Super Husband and I look thrilled while the boys do not. In fact, Buddy is so distraught he cannot bring himself to even face the camera. Little Man is holding himself together by a thread with the promise of a chocolate treat to follow the picture.
Oh well, there's always next year!
November 22, 2012
Oh Poo!
While I was tidying up the other night...don't ask which night as I can not seem to distinguish one from another...but that's another story. Anyway, while tidying, Super Husband and the boys went to the basement (perhaps to check on the dead man - see previous post if that makes no sense) and were playing. All of a sudden all I hear is:
Super Husband: Oh My God! Little Man! Why do you have poo in your hand?
Little Man: I don't know
Super Husband: Where did it come from?
Little Man: I don't know
Super Husband: (really worked up and almost panicked) Poo is dirty! No! No! No picking up poo! Did you pull this out of the litter box? (doesn't wait for a response) No!
I suppose this isn't funny to the average person but sadly, to me, it was.
In an attempt to feign ignorance over this situation (I really wanted to avoid getting involved in anything poo related) I decided to vaccuum upstairs. Super Husband recently purchased a new shop vac so I decided to try it out since sparks flew out of the wall when I last attempted to use the regular one.
So, I turned it on and started my task. About one minute later I started to smell something. Something undesireable. Poo? How could that be? I then realized the Shop Vac blows air out the back (can be used as a blower....very handy I am sure). The air is HOT because the motor is hot. The hotter it became the nastier the stank.
Apparently someone tested the shop vac out on the litter box.
Yes, it had poo in it.
Seriously.
That's what I get for attepting to avoid it.
All in a day of parenting two young boys. Never let your guard down!
Super Husband: Oh My God! Little Man! Why do you have poo in your hand?
Little Man: I don't know
Super Husband: Where did it come from?
Little Man: I don't know
Super Husband: (really worked up and almost panicked) Poo is dirty! No! No! No picking up poo! Did you pull this out of the litter box? (doesn't wait for a response) No!
I suppose this isn't funny to the average person but sadly, to me, it was.
In an attempt to feign ignorance over this situation (I really wanted to avoid getting involved in anything poo related) I decided to vaccuum upstairs. Super Husband recently purchased a new shop vac so I decided to try it out since sparks flew out of the wall when I last attempted to use the regular one.
So, I turned it on and started my task. About one minute later I started to smell something. Something undesireable. Poo? How could that be? I then realized the Shop Vac blows air out the back (can be used as a blower....very handy I am sure). The air is HOT because the motor is hot. The hotter it became the nastier the stank.
Apparently someone tested the shop vac out on the litter box.
Yes, it had poo in it.
Seriously.
That's what I get for attepting to avoid it.
All in a day of parenting two young boys. Never let your guard down!
November 21, 2012
Yikes!
Um...ooops.
What else can I say?
I keep telling myself to get my ass in gear and update this blog but life has been INSANE. I know, no excuse, right?
So, I will say sorry for being an asshole blogger. I promise to keep on top of it more. Let's get over it and move on.
What's been keeping me busy?
Buddy started school in September which has resulting in a really very brutal transition period that we are FINALLY starting to get over. You know, I really thought it would be easy. Well, maybe not easy peasy but not *too* hard. I mean, he already went to daycare full time and was used to the long days. Apparently I forgot to factor in the fact that he no longer naps. Holy Mother of #*%@! I did not see this one coming. Apparently no naps = a very, VERY moody child. So we have been working on how to best handle this. Not fun but let's just say "interesting".
Little Man is doing well at his new (local) daycare (yay)! Of course....he gets to nap every day still. Now I am dreading September 2013 when I will have TWO boy beasties coming home every day tired and famished!
Work is out of control busy. We are launching a huge roll-out for the new year so we are in crunch time now. In October we had rolled out new functionality org-wide and that was a "fly-in" project. Hoping that one gives me some brownie points come bonus time :)
On the side, I've been busy getting myself into Christmas preparedness mode. We are hosting Christmas AND New Year's this year so I am trying to be super organized but let's face it....I will be scrambling December 24th on some level.
So after the hiatus and somewhat boring update I will share a recent story from our never-ending stock of material (this is the benefit of having a 2 and 4 year old....never a shortage of entertaining stories)!
A few weeks ago Super Husband decided we should have a family dinner out. At our local East Side Mario's. Perfect. It was a Friday evening and none of us were interested in cooking so this made sense. So off we go. When we got there we had to wait a few minutes for a table. Little Man was restless so I picked him up and was showing him some pictures on the wall. One was of John Lennon.
Little Man: Who is that?
Me: His name is John Lennon
Little Man: But who is he?
Me: He was a famous singer
Little Man: But where is he?
Me: (distracted, tired and hungry) Well he isn't alive today
Little Man: Why?
Me: (increasingly distracted, tired and hungry) Ummm...a bad man hurt him.
Little Man: He's DEAD????
Me: Ummmm...well....yes, he is. (oops)
Little Man: What is his name again?
Me: John Lennon
Little Man: The Lemon Man?
Me: No - John Len-non, not Lemon
Little Man: Oh
.....so the night went on and Little Man would not let the story of "The Lemon Man" go. He kept wanting to revisit the picture. Again, desperate...I told him that we could see "The Lemon Man" at home because we happen to have a framed picture of The Beatles in our basement. He was thrilled and insists on pulling it out and examining it over and over.
Fast forward to last week.
Super Husband took Little Man to Costco shopping. As he was checking out, Super Husband was having a hard time getting his debit card to work and was very flustered. All the while Little Man was talking and endlessly commentating to the cashier. After a minute or two Little Manstarted talking about "The Lemon Man". Super Husband, distracted, wasn't responding. After several attempts to get a response Little Man says (very loudly):
"Daddy.....You know who I'm talking about. The DEAD man in our basement".
Well after that, Super Husband said everyone stopped and stared at him. You know, because he's harbouring a dead body in our basement and all.
Let's just say he made a quick exit.
I am so annoyed I missed out on that gem!
What else can I say?
I keep telling myself to get my ass in gear and update this blog but life has been INSANE. I know, no excuse, right?
So, I will say sorry for being an asshole blogger. I promise to keep on top of it more. Let's get over it and move on.
What's been keeping me busy?
- Life
- Crazy insane demanding career
- Crazy insane demanding children
- Need for sleep
Buddy started school in September which has resulting in a really very brutal transition period that we are FINALLY starting to get over. You know, I really thought it would be easy. Well, maybe not easy peasy but not *too* hard. I mean, he already went to daycare full time and was used to the long days. Apparently I forgot to factor in the fact that he no longer naps. Holy Mother of #*%@! I did not see this one coming. Apparently no naps = a very, VERY moody child. So we have been working on how to best handle this. Not fun but let's just say "interesting".
Little Man is doing well at his new (local) daycare (yay)! Of course....he gets to nap every day still. Now I am dreading September 2013 when I will have TWO boy beasties coming home every day tired and famished!
Work is out of control busy. We are launching a huge roll-out for the new year so we are in crunch time now. In October we had rolled out new functionality org-wide and that was a "fly-in" project. Hoping that one gives me some brownie points come bonus time :)
On the side, I've been busy getting myself into Christmas preparedness mode. We are hosting Christmas AND New Year's this year so I am trying to be super organized but let's face it....I will be scrambling December 24th on some level.
So after the hiatus and somewhat boring update I will share a recent story from our never-ending stock of material (this is the benefit of having a 2 and 4 year old....never a shortage of entertaining stories)!
A few weeks ago Super Husband decided we should have a family dinner out. At our local East Side Mario's. Perfect. It was a Friday evening and none of us were interested in cooking so this made sense. So off we go. When we got there we had to wait a few minutes for a table. Little Man was restless so I picked him up and was showing him some pictures on the wall. One was of John Lennon.
Little Man: Who is that?
Me: His name is John Lennon
Little Man: But who is he?
Me: He was a famous singer
Little Man: But where is he?
Me: (distracted, tired and hungry) Well he isn't alive today
Little Man: Why?
Me: (increasingly distracted, tired and hungry) Ummm...a bad man hurt him.
Little Man: He's DEAD????
Me: Ummmm...well....yes, he is. (oops)
Little Man: What is his name again?
Me: John Lennon
Little Man: The Lemon Man?
Me: No - John Len-non, not Lemon
Little Man: Oh
.....so the night went on and Little Man would not let the story of "The Lemon Man" go. He kept wanting to revisit the picture. Again, desperate...I told him that we could see "The Lemon Man" at home because we happen to have a framed picture of The Beatles in our basement. He was thrilled and insists on pulling it out and examining it over and over.
Fast forward to last week.
Super Husband took Little Man to Costco shopping. As he was checking out, Super Husband was having a hard time getting his debit card to work and was very flustered. All the while Little Man was talking and endlessly commentating to the cashier. After a minute or two Little Manstarted talking about "The Lemon Man". Super Husband, distracted, wasn't responding. After several attempts to get a response Little Man says (very loudly):
"Daddy.....You know who I'm talking about. The DEAD man in our basement".
Well after that, Super Husband said everyone stopped and stared at him. You know, because he's harbouring a dead body in our basement and all.
Let's just say he made a quick exit.
I am so annoyed I missed out on that gem!
August 28, 2012
The {Not So} Great Vacation - Parts 2 & 3
Okay, yes, I know this is like WAAAAYYYY overdue. We did, after all, go on vacation a month ago. I guess I just needed some more time for the emotional scars to heal.
For those of you who need to get us to speed with Part 1 of our vacation....click here.
The second leg of our journey was heading to Great Wolf Lodge for one night. With your stay here you get 2 days of access to the indoor water park for each night of stay. We figured 2 days of chasing the kids around and having to wear a bathing suit in public was just about enough so we opted for a one night stay. I have to say, we HIGHLY recommend this place. It is a bit on the pricey side but if you troll for deals and stay mid week, it makes it a lot more reasonable. The rooms all have mini fridges and microwaves too so you can bring some food in with you which helps cut costs.
We splurged a bit and got the room with a "den" for the kids. This meant that the room had a separate little area with bunk beds and a TV for the boys. This worked well because it meant that Super Husband and I could actually watch TV after the kids went to bed without waking them. Big bonus.
So, we got there for about 2pm the day of check in and after getting all checked in and sorted out we headed to the water park for an afternoon of fun. Unfortunately Buddy JUST missed the 42" height requirement to go on some of the bigger slides so we were confined to the Chipmunk Cove area in terms of slides but that was still okay. The kids loved it and had an absolute blast. Super Husband and I had lots of fun people watching. The good news is that Great Wolf Lodge is a family attraction so most of the women there have bodies like mine....full of stretch marks, cellulite and lumps. It really does help take the sting out of bearing a bathing suit in public. Really.
After a few hours of play we decided to get some dinner. We left the hotel and went to an Italian restaurant. This is where things went downhill. The kids were tired. And grumpy. We were tired. And grumpy. We arrived at the restaurant and they naturally seat us Right.In.The.Middle. Like a circus act. Which is exactly what we were. Little Man promtly uses his fork as a missile narrowly missing the people beside us. Buddy starts pitching a fit. We are not discreet. Super Husband is irritated and starts snapping at me and I decide we need to relocate to the corner. Our server was noticeably pissed at the request which in turn pissed me off. I mean, fuck, lady...we are trying to be polite and not ruin everone else's dinner experience here! Screw off and move us! So we move (much to the dismay of the people in the neighboring table) and try to proceed. Little Man is now ramping up and trying to make an escape. Buddy is mad because he wants to sit next to Super Daddy. I remedy the situation by ordering a half litre of wine. Not nearly enough.
In the end, Super Daddy had to take Buddy out and "talk" to him. Little Man finally calmed down when the food arrived and as per usual we scarfed down our meal in 2.8 minutes so we could get the hell out of there. So relaxing.
Back at the hotel, we decided to go to the lobby for story time and then a dance party. Wow. Buddy is a dance fanatic. He LOVES to dance. So he was in his glory. I don't know where he gets it from, but this kid can do moves that verge on the edge of break dancing. Which he decided to pull out in the middle of this party. No joke, there was a circle of people around him. As an aside, I have enrolled him in hip hop dance classes starting in September.
The remainder of the evening was non eventful and everyone slept like the dead.
The next day we got up, got ready and back to the water park for another few hours of fun. All was well until it was time to head out. when Buddy had an epic meltdown. Again. After dividing and conquering in the change room, we made a hasty exit and got everyone packed in the car in order to start the final phase of our vacation: Two more nights at the Marriott in Niagara Falls. This was truly the crown jewel of crappy vacations. Our kids were Beasts. Nightmares. Out of Control. I'm being nice.
I really cannot even begin to describe how miserable the whole experience was. It was meltdown after meltdown...adults not excepted.
Here's the condensed version:
* We checked in and went up with Buddy kicking and screaming
* Got settled and decided to go out for dinner and a walk. Another big meltdown and had to settle for fast food.
* Came back and attempted to get the boys to bed. They had no part of it. All the while I am being texted, emailed and harassed by work. In the end we had to turn off all the lights and TV to get the kids to sleep. I spent the next hour locked in the bathroom on my computer trying to deal with a work related catastrophe that apparently nobody else could take care of.
* The next morning we decided to go to the butterfly conservatory. Little Man ran away, managed to exit the conservatory and ended up in a staff only room. Buddy threw another monumental tantrum and we ended up leaving within a half hour of arriving.
* We drove to Niagara on the Lake and stopped at a bakery for lunch. Brought said lunch to a picnic bench where Litlle Man threw a fit and threw his entire meal on the ground. Face down.. Super Husband lost his marbles and dragged Little Man back to the car. Buddy and I followed.
* More tantrums and meltdowns when we returned to the room. We came close to packing up and driving back home at this point but since the room was paid for we stuck it out.
* Waited until 10pm in our room for the fireworks to start as we had a view of the falls. As soon as the first one went off, Little Man became petrified and cried on my lap. We didn't get them to sleep until 11pm.
* Got up and ready to leave (oh glorious day). More tantrums. Had fit waiting for elevator and others waiting stared with eyebrows raised. Not helpful, assholes!
This sums it up nicely:
While driving by the falls upon arrival, Super Husband announces, "Look! See the water falls? Look how big they are"! Buddy casually turns to look then turns in the opposite direction and exclaims, "Wow! Look Daddy.....a sprinkler"! Yes....it would appear that the in-ground sprinkler system in the park across the street was far more impressive than Niagara Falls.
Somewhere in amongst all the drama of this vacation we did have fun, however, I don't think we will attempt a trip like this again for some time. The kids are young and frankly just hanging out with us in a local park is thrilling for them. Lesson Learned.
For those of you who need to get us to speed with Part 1 of our vacation....click here.
The second leg of our journey was heading to Great Wolf Lodge for one night. With your stay here you get 2 days of access to the indoor water park for each night of stay. We figured 2 days of chasing the kids around and having to wear a bathing suit in public was just about enough so we opted for a one night stay. I have to say, we HIGHLY recommend this place. It is a bit on the pricey side but if you troll for deals and stay mid week, it makes it a lot more reasonable. The rooms all have mini fridges and microwaves too so you can bring some food in with you which helps cut costs.
We splurged a bit and got the room with a "den" for the kids. This meant that the room had a separate little area with bunk beds and a TV for the boys. This worked well because it meant that Super Husband and I could actually watch TV after the kids went to bed without waking them. Big bonus.
So, we got there for about 2pm the day of check in and after getting all checked in and sorted out we headed to the water park for an afternoon of fun. Unfortunately Buddy JUST missed the 42" height requirement to go on some of the bigger slides so we were confined to the Chipmunk Cove area in terms of slides but that was still okay. The kids loved it and had an absolute blast. Super Husband and I had lots of fun people watching. The good news is that Great Wolf Lodge is a family attraction so most of the women there have bodies like mine....full of stretch marks, cellulite and lumps. It really does help take the sting out of bearing a bathing suit in public. Really.
After a few hours of play we decided to get some dinner. We left the hotel and went to an Italian restaurant. This is where things went downhill. The kids were tired. And grumpy. We were tired. And grumpy. We arrived at the restaurant and they naturally seat us Right.In.The.Middle. Like a circus act. Which is exactly what we were. Little Man promtly uses his fork as a missile narrowly missing the people beside us. Buddy starts pitching a fit. We are not discreet. Super Husband is irritated and starts snapping at me and I decide we need to relocate to the corner. Our server was noticeably pissed at the request which in turn pissed me off. I mean, fuck, lady...we are trying to be polite and not ruin everone else's dinner experience here! Screw off and move us! So we move (much to the dismay of the people in the neighboring table) and try to proceed. Little Man is now ramping up and trying to make an escape. Buddy is mad because he wants to sit next to Super Daddy. I remedy the situation by ordering a half litre of wine. Not nearly enough.
In the end, Super Daddy had to take Buddy out and "talk" to him. Little Man finally calmed down when the food arrived and as per usual we scarfed down our meal in 2.8 minutes so we could get the hell out of there. So relaxing.
Back at the hotel, we decided to go to the lobby for story time and then a dance party. Wow. Buddy is a dance fanatic. He LOVES to dance. So he was in his glory. I don't know where he gets it from, but this kid can do moves that verge on the edge of break dancing. Which he decided to pull out in the middle of this party. No joke, there was a circle of people around him. As an aside, I have enrolled him in hip hop dance classes starting in September.
The remainder of the evening was non eventful and everyone slept like the dead.
The next day we got up, got ready and back to the water park for another few hours of fun. All was well until it was time to head out. when Buddy had an epic meltdown. Again. After dividing and conquering in the change room, we made a hasty exit and got everyone packed in the car in order to start the final phase of our vacation: Two more nights at the Marriott in Niagara Falls. This was truly the crown jewel of crappy vacations. Our kids were Beasts. Nightmares. Out of Control. I'm being nice.
I really cannot even begin to describe how miserable the whole experience was. It was meltdown after meltdown...adults not excepted.
Here's the condensed version:
* We checked in and went up with Buddy kicking and screaming
* Got settled and decided to go out for dinner and a walk. Another big meltdown and had to settle for fast food.
* Came back and attempted to get the boys to bed. They had no part of it. All the while I am being texted, emailed and harassed by work. In the end we had to turn off all the lights and TV to get the kids to sleep. I spent the next hour locked in the bathroom on my computer trying to deal with a work related catastrophe that apparently nobody else could take care of.
* The next morning we decided to go to the butterfly conservatory. Little Man ran away, managed to exit the conservatory and ended up in a staff only room. Buddy threw another monumental tantrum and we ended up leaving within a half hour of arriving.
* We drove to Niagara on the Lake and stopped at a bakery for lunch. Brought said lunch to a picnic bench where Litlle Man threw a fit and threw his entire meal on the ground. Face down.. Super Husband lost his marbles and dragged Little Man back to the car. Buddy and I followed.
* More tantrums and meltdowns when we returned to the room. We came close to packing up and driving back home at this point but since the room was paid for we stuck it out.
* Waited until 10pm in our room for the fireworks to start as we had a view of the falls. As soon as the first one went off, Little Man became petrified and cried on my lap. We didn't get them to sleep until 11pm.
* Got up and ready to leave (oh glorious day). More tantrums. Had fit waiting for elevator and others waiting stared with eyebrows raised. Not helpful, assholes!
This sums it up nicely:
While driving by the falls upon arrival, Super Husband announces, "Look! See the water falls? Look how big they are"! Buddy casually turns to look then turns in the opposite direction and exclaims, "Wow! Look Daddy.....a sprinkler"! Yes....it would appear that the in-ground sprinkler system in the park across the street was far more impressive than Niagara Falls.
Somewhere in amongst all the drama of this vacation we did have fun, however, I don't think we will attempt a trip like this again for some time. The kids are young and frankly just hanging out with us in a local park is thrilling for them. Lesson Learned.
August 23, 2012
Are We There Yet?
Man, this week is a killer. How can this only be Thursday?
Super Husband is away on another business trip. I've said it before and I'll say it again. It's really hard to be "on" all.the.time. Work is INSANE right now. Naturally this week is the week that just about everyone decides to take off and I am left to hold the fort. My direct report is out of office, the formal PM out of office, Business Lead for both my major projects out of office....not to mention my husband. In the end it means I get left facilitating lots of meetings and the crowning glory: a formal presentation to the President and Senior leadership team. At 4pm Friday. Enough said???
Aside from that, I have been dealing with the aftermath of a flood in our new house. Yes, you read that right. The house is 40+ years old and never had any issues. Until we move in. With all the rain we had a couple of weeks ago the basement flooded. Carpet soaked and laminate bubbling out. Let's not forget our bedroom is down there. Oh, the joy. So now we are left juggling contractors and quotations so it can be fixed. Good news is the cause will be fixed next week.
Lastly, being a class-A IDIOT....I decided that I needed a new project. So, for Buddy's birthday party I am making all the kids personalized capes. Guess where I will be at 10pm tonight? Yup....at the sewing machine feverishly sewing superhero capes for 10 kidlets. They will look cute but I didn't realize how much work this was going to be. I have two weeks to get them all finished. Thank goodness I started early!
So these are all contributing factors to my infrequent updates. I apologize but the tipping point has been reached.
Since Super Husband left (last weekend):
While attending a birthday party, I went upstairs to check on the kids only to find them playing what they called "The Humpty Dumpty Game". Apparently this game entails all children to stand in a circle, recite Humpty Dumpty and at the end pull both pants and underwear off. And shake your goods for all to see. Now I know.
I have learned to check contents of garbage. Apparently Super Husband threw out an exacto knife in the basement bathroom garbage. I had no idea. Little Man discovered it, took it out, mastered the safety feature that prevents the blade from being out without someone holding it securely and tested it out on his head. I found out when Buddy raced upstairs to announce Little Man has "bleed" on his head. Wonderful. Try explaining that one to daycare.
Only three more sleeps until Super Husband returns.
I think I can, I think I can.....
Super Husband is away on another business trip. I've said it before and I'll say it again. It's really hard to be "on" all.the.time. Work is INSANE right now. Naturally this week is the week that just about everyone decides to take off and I am left to hold the fort. My direct report is out of office, the formal PM out of office, Business Lead for both my major projects out of office....not to mention my husband. In the end it means I get left facilitating lots of meetings and the crowning glory: a formal presentation to the President and Senior leadership team. At 4pm Friday. Enough said???
Aside from that, I have been dealing with the aftermath of a flood in our new house. Yes, you read that right. The house is 40+ years old and never had any issues. Until we move in. With all the rain we had a couple of weeks ago the basement flooded. Carpet soaked and laminate bubbling out. Let's not forget our bedroom is down there. Oh, the joy. So now we are left juggling contractors and quotations so it can be fixed. Good news is the cause will be fixed next week.
Lastly, being a class-A IDIOT....I decided that I needed a new project. So, for Buddy's birthday party I am making all the kids personalized capes. Guess where I will be at 10pm tonight? Yup....at the sewing machine feverishly sewing superhero capes for 10 kidlets. They will look cute but I didn't realize how much work this was going to be. I have two weeks to get them all finished. Thank goodness I started early!
So these are all contributing factors to my infrequent updates. I apologize but the tipping point has been reached.
Since Super Husband left (last weekend):
While attending a birthday party, I went upstairs to check on the kids only to find them playing what they called "The Humpty Dumpty Game". Apparently this game entails all children to stand in a circle, recite Humpty Dumpty and at the end pull both pants and underwear off. And shake your goods for all to see. Now I know.
I have learned to check contents of garbage. Apparently Super Husband threw out an exacto knife in the basement bathroom garbage. I had no idea. Little Man discovered it, took it out, mastered the safety feature that prevents the blade from being out without someone holding it securely and tested it out on his head. I found out when Buddy raced upstairs to announce Little Man has "bleed" on his head. Wonderful. Try explaining that one to daycare.
Only three more sleeps until Super Husband returns.
I think I can, I think I can.....
August 8, 2012
I like Buddy's Version Best
Yes, I know I still owe Parts 2 & 3 of our lovely vacation experience. I haven't forgotten. I'm just busy. And tired.
Anyway, all in good time.
For now you will have to wait and settle for what I thought was the most hilarious event that took place this past weekend.
Buddy loves music and dancing. He breaks out lyrics to songs I didn't even know he has ever heard on a frequent and recurring basis. A couple of weeks ago he started randomly singing "La Bamba" to himself, for example.
Well on Saturday the Maroon 5 song Moves Like Jagger came on and he went crazy pulling out all kinds of dance moves and attempting to sing along. I couldn't really tell what the chorus words were that he was singing so I asked him to sing them to me.
He gives me an odd look then belts out:
"I've got to move my jacket"
"I've got to move my jacket"
"I've got to mo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ove my jacket"
Super Husband and I nearly died laughing.
It's moments like this that I want to bottle up forever.
And unbottle on his wedding day.
Anyway, all in good time.
For now you will have to wait and settle for what I thought was the most hilarious event that took place this past weekend.
Buddy loves music and dancing. He breaks out lyrics to songs I didn't even know he has ever heard on a frequent and recurring basis. A couple of weeks ago he started randomly singing "La Bamba" to himself, for example.
Well on Saturday the Maroon 5 song Moves Like Jagger came on and he went crazy pulling out all kinds of dance moves and attempting to sing along. I couldn't really tell what the chorus words were that he was singing so I asked him to sing them to me.
He gives me an odd look then belts out:
"I've got to move my jacket"
"I've got to move my jacket"
"I've got to mo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ove my jacket"
Super Husband and I nearly died laughing.
It's moments like this that I want to bottle up forever.
And unbottle on his wedding day.
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