Asher has some Bob the Builder "Tool" books that are shaped like tools. The other day we were sitting on the couch & he asked me where the Bob the Builder Saw book was. I told him that it was in his room on his bookshelf. He raced off to get it & as he did I heard him proclaim,
"I'm going to GO find it, & get it, & saw Mummy's leg OFF!"
Saturday, 6 December 2008
Friday, 5 December 2008
Great Books
I just finished reading "Remember Me?
" by Sophie Kinsella. This was one of those books that you don't want to put down b/c it's sooo great, and yet you know that the more you read it, the faster it will come to an end, so you don't want to read it too fast.
Books like this are a blessing & a curse. I want to read it so badly that I neglect the other things I should be doing like sleeping, cleaning, blogging, making dinner..... I get to a break, where I should stop, but I want to know what will happen, so I keep reading, & next thing I know, 2 hours have passed.
I don't know what's better, to have a book like this that takes all my time until it's done (usually a matter of 3-4 days), or a book that doesn't capture my interest & takes me so long to read it that I forget what's going on in the story. Then I'm less likely to neglect my "duties", but I'm not enjoying myself as much either. I suppose it's good to have a balance, but whenever I finish a book like this I want to find another good one to follow it up with. That's what I like about books in a series (if they are good, if they suck, well, they aren't worth my time), but if there are 14 or so books, I know that for the next month, I can write off doing anything besides reading!
Anyway, I have yet to be disappointed by Sophie Kinsella's books. What should I follow it up with?
" by Sophie Kinsella. This was one of those books that you don't want to put down b/c it's sooo great, and yet you know that the more you read it, the faster it will come to an end, so you don't want to read it too fast.Books like this are a blessing & a curse. I want to read it so badly that I neglect the other things I should be doing like sleeping, cleaning, blogging, making dinner..... I get to a break, where I should stop, but I want to know what will happen, so I keep reading, & next thing I know, 2 hours have passed.
I don't know what's better, to have a book like this that takes all my time until it's done (usually a matter of 3-4 days), or a book that doesn't capture my interest & takes me so long to read it that I forget what's going on in the story. Then I'm less likely to neglect my "duties", but I'm not enjoying myself as much either. I suppose it's good to have a balance, but whenever I finish a book like this I want to find another good one to follow it up with. That's what I like about books in a series (if they are good, if they suck, well, they aren't worth my time), but if there are 14 or so books, I know that for the next month, I can write off doing anything besides reading!
Anyway, I have yet to be disappointed by Sophie Kinsella's books. What should I follow it up with?
Thursday, 4 December 2008
Thanks To The Man
Today I went to a Christmas sale & figured the best way to get around w/ the kids would be to use the double stroller. I'm not too experienced w/ said stroller, but I'm practicing in order to get better (and not bump into quite so many things!).
I had Asher in the front & Chancery's seat in the back. That way when we get to a door, I can have Asher push the button. We got to the door, Asher pushed, & pushed, & hit, & POUNDED the button to no avail. So I backed up, pulled the door open, held it w/ my foot, tried to push the stroller, but the wheels wouldn't go over the bump. So I took my other foot, pushed down on the rear axle, tipped the front of the stroller up, switched from holding the door w/ my foot, to holding it w/ my bum, & made it into the building!..... Well, through the first set of doors, we had to repeat the whole process again for the inside doors b/c the second button didn't work either.
I can't begin to imagine how those w/ disabilities manouver through when the buttons don't work. Those doors aren't light, & it can't be easy when you're in a chair, have a cane, or have other impediments.
On the way out I was hoping the buttons would work from the other direction (it has happened before), since I'd have to push the doors open which I find much more difficult to do. No such luck. The buttons seemed to be purely esthetic (but not all that pretty!). There were 2 sets of doors & as I was struggling to get out one set, a man walked around me & exited through the other doors. He walked a few paces, thought better of it & doubled back to hold the doors for me.
So to the man, whoever you might be, I say, "Thank you for being aware of the people around you (namely me)!"
Over at Clan Of The Cave Hair, she's promoting "National Hold The Door Day" December 23rd. Let's join forces & make a difference. Of course we could practice in the days before.... & the days after too!
I had Asher in the front & Chancery's seat in the back. That way when we get to a door, I can have Asher push the button. We got to the door, Asher pushed, & pushed, & hit, & POUNDED the button to no avail. So I backed up, pulled the door open, held it w/ my foot, tried to push the stroller, but the wheels wouldn't go over the bump. So I took my other foot, pushed down on the rear axle, tipped the front of the stroller up, switched from holding the door w/ my foot, to holding it w/ my bum, & made it into the building!..... Well, through the first set of doors, we had to repeat the whole process again for the inside doors b/c the second button didn't work either.
I can't begin to imagine how those w/ disabilities manouver through when the buttons don't work. Those doors aren't light, & it can't be easy when you're in a chair, have a cane, or have other impediments.
On the way out I was hoping the buttons would work from the other direction (it has happened before), since I'd have to push the doors open which I find much more difficult to do. No such luck. The buttons seemed to be purely esthetic (but not all that pretty!). There were 2 sets of doors & as I was struggling to get out one set, a man walked around me & exited through the other doors. He walked a few paces, thought better of it & doubled back to hold the doors for me.
So to the man, whoever you might be, I say, "Thank you for being aware of the people around you (namely me)!"
Over at Clan Of The Cave Hair, she's promoting "National Hold The Door Day" December 23rd. Let's join forces & make a difference. Of course we could practice in the days before.... & the days after too!
Wednesday, 3 December 2008
Works For Me Wednesday - Groceries
I can't tell you how many times I've carefully set my groceries in the back of our Pathfinder, carefully driven home, opened the back of the truck to discover everything has rolled out of the bags.
We have thought of many different options to solve this problem, but most of them cost quite a bit of money, so we keep doing nothing & keep having to re-bag the groceries once we get home. Then it's countless trips in & out of the house to unload all the groceries.
A few weeks ago I got tired of this rig-a-ma-roll. I went to Walmart & I bought 2 of the cheapest laundry baskets they had. Now when I load my groceries into the truck, I put them into the baskets & they stay put on the ride home. Once I'm home I take the baskets out, & instead of 5 trips, it takes 2 or 3 to unload the truck. And that works for me.
Go over to Rocks In My Dryer for more ideas & to link up with what works for you.
Kisses
Last night PChad was putting Asher to bed. Asher came out of his room & ran by me saying that he needed to give Thanet a kiss. Thanet was having a bit of crazy playtime, so I told Asher that now wasn't a good time for Thanet to get a kiss, but that I needed a kiss.
Asher replied, "Yes you DO need a kiss, because you have cheeks!"
I do not understand that kid's logic, but it works for me!
Asher replied, "Yes you DO need a kiss, because you have cheeks!"
I do not understand that kid's logic, but it works for me!
Tuesday, 2 December 2008
Idiosyncrasies
I've noticed that Asher has a few things that he always does a certain way......
When he's worried that his food might be hot, he will touch it w/ his tongue, blow on it, then place it in his mouth. Sometimes he forgets & goes straight for the mouth, but then he remembers, removes the food, & goes through the whole routine.
When he puts his coat on, he always does the right arm first.
When he puts his shoes on, he always puts the right shoe on first.
When he gives a hug I kiss, he starts by hugging your left shoulder, kisses your left cheek, kisses your right cheek, then hugs your right shoulder. If he forgets one of the steps, he starts all over.
His diaper bag is a backpack & whenever we go somewhere he has to wear it on his back, even if it's just from the house into the garage.
If he burps twice, he will say, "excuse me, excuse me," just to make sure he's excused for both of them.
I'm sure he comes by these habits honestly. I probably have quite a few things I need to do just so, but I don't think I'm going to point them out to you!
When he's worried that his food might be hot, he will touch it w/ his tongue, blow on it, then place it in his mouth. Sometimes he forgets & goes straight for the mouth, but then he remembers, removes the food, & goes through the whole routine.
When he puts his coat on, he always does the right arm first.
When he puts his shoes on, he always puts the right shoe on first.
When he gives a hug I kiss, he starts by hugging your left shoulder, kisses your left cheek, kisses your right cheek, then hugs your right shoulder. If he forgets one of the steps, he starts all over.
His diaper bag is a backpack & whenever we go somewhere he has to wear it on his back, even if it's just from the house into the garage.
If he burps twice, he will say, "excuse me, excuse me," just to make sure he's excused for both of them.
I'm sure he comes by these habits honestly. I probably have quite a few things I need to do just so, but I don't think I'm going to point them out to you!
Monday, 1 December 2008
Happy Baby
This one is mainly for the grandparents.......
Chancery is really starting to vocalize her pleasure in things, especially when she first gets up from her naps.
Enjoy!
Chancery is really starting to vocalize her pleasure in things, especially when she first gets up from her naps.
Enjoy!
Sunday, 30 November 2008
Sunday, Sunday, Sunday Pictures!
Chancery: "Let's go over our game plan for this week's pictures."
Asher: "Ok, I should sit here, you should sit there...."
A: "We'll both look towards the camera, like this."
A: "And don't forget to flash a winning smile, that's very important."
A: "And then, Mum will say, '1, 2, 3' and then....."C: "You are seriously putting me to sleep!"
Guys, we'll take your pictures in a minute.
A: "What do you mean, 'it's not the real thing'?"C: "I've been listening to his drivel for NOTHING???"
Ok, are you ready for the pictures?C: "No, I don't want anymore pictures, I think you've taken enough today."
A: "Chancery's starting to get heavy, Mum."Chancery, look at Mummy please!
C: "Oh, all right, I suppose you won't quit 'til you get what you want anyway!"Saturday, 29 November 2008
Needles
Yesterday I had to take Chancery to get her shots. Since we moved when she was only a few weeks old, she hadn't had any shots yet, so she's a bit behind, but not too much. Since I was there anyways, I asked about Asher's shots as well. I have no clue what's recommended & when they are due, so I was hoping they'd be able to help.
We waited in the waiting room for the nurse to call us back. They had an area for the kids to play, but the only "toy" they had was a bead thing, that frankly, just doesn't do it for Asher. He started opening all the cupboards in the room & asking me, "Where are all the toys, Mum?"
The nurse finally called us in & explained to Asher about the shots & what was going to happen. It was a good move on her part b/c otherwise he was going to start opening all her cupboards & drawers, I could see it in his eyes! So she gave Chancery the shots, there was some crying, & we went back out to the waiting room to wait our prescribed 15 minutes to make sure there were no reactions to the shots.
Not long after that, the nurse came back in & told me that Asher needed his 18 month shots, of which there were 4. She said she could do 2 now & 2 in 2 months when Chancery had to come back. So back into the room we went. Suprisingly, even though he had watched the whole she-bang when Chancery got her shots, he was really good...... until the needle went in! Then the lip came out & the crocodile tears formed! He was none too impressed w/ her.
All seemed fine, we came home, Chancery went promptly to sleep, Asher went for his nap, no problem..... until he woke up screaming that he had an owie!
I asked, "does your leg hurt?"
"nope"
"does your head hurt?"
"nope"
"does your arm hurt?"
"nope"
Apparently nothing hurt... until he moved his arm to get Russell. And then came the painful scream. So I got him some Tylenol & some water, but he refused to drink the water b/c it hurt his arm to lift the cup.
Poor kid, I don't think he's going to be so obliging next time.
We waited in the waiting room for the nurse to call us back. They had an area for the kids to play, but the only "toy" they had was a bead thing, that frankly, just doesn't do it for Asher. He started opening all the cupboards in the room & asking me, "Where are all the toys, Mum?"
The nurse finally called us in & explained to Asher about the shots & what was going to happen. It was a good move on her part b/c otherwise he was going to start opening all her cupboards & drawers, I could see it in his eyes! So she gave Chancery the shots, there was some crying, & we went back out to the waiting room to wait our prescribed 15 minutes to make sure there were no reactions to the shots.
Not long after that, the nurse came back in & told me that Asher needed his 18 month shots, of which there were 4. She said she could do 2 now & 2 in 2 months when Chancery had to come back. So back into the room we went. Suprisingly, even though he had watched the whole she-bang when Chancery got her shots, he was really good...... until the needle went in! Then the lip came out & the crocodile tears formed! He was none too impressed w/ her.
All seemed fine, we came home, Chancery went promptly to sleep, Asher went for his nap, no problem..... until he woke up screaming that he had an owie!
I asked, "does your leg hurt?"
"nope"
"does your head hurt?"
"nope"
"does your arm hurt?"
"nope"
Apparently nothing hurt... until he moved his arm to get Russell. And then came the painful scream. So I got him some Tylenol & some water, but he refused to drink the water b/c it hurt his arm to lift the cup.
Poor kid, I don't think he's going to be so obliging next time.
Friday, 28 November 2008
The Real Deal
I've been catching up w/ old friends lately & have discovered that in highschool I was really in quite a bubble. Which isn't to say that I didn't enjoy highschool, I was just really unaware of what the people around me were really like. I would take whatever people told me at face value (for the most part). I always wanted to see the good in people, which isn't a bad thing, but for the most part I just didn't know there was alot more that I wasn't being told.
I don't know if that's just b/c I didn't know what too look for, or if I didn't WANT to look further, but from where I am now, I can honestly say that I don't think I ever really knew most of the people I went to school with. I know some of that is my fault. A few times when people would tell me something, I would respond in shock..... sometimes at their actions, but sometimes it was just that I didn't have any exposure to it beforehand & didn't really know how to deal w/ it.
For my part, I don't think I was ever really judgemental (though I might have been perceived as such). When my frieds confided in me, I wouldn't go running the other way b/c they were not like me. I still liked them for who they were, & their actions & histories is what shaped their personalities.
I knew in highschool that there were a few people having sex, but I was unaware that there were so many more. I knew there were a few smoking pot, but I had no idea just how many actually were, in fact, I was told by one of my friends that they guy I dated for awhile smoked all through highschool & I HAD NO IDEA! I don't know if I was just out of the loop, or oblivious, but I think it would have been a whole different experience had I known more of what was really going on. Perhaps now I think I'm more tolerant than I actually was back then, I can't say for sure, but it sure is weird to discover that when I thought I knew my classmates & my friends, I hadn't even scratched the surface. It makes me wonder just how much more I've missed over the years.....
I don't know if that's just b/c I didn't know what too look for, or if I didn't WANT to look further, but from where I am now, I can honestly say that I don't think I ever really knew most of the people I went to school with. I know some of that is my fault. A few times when people would tell me something, I would respond in shock..... sometimes at their actions, but sometimes it was just that I didn't have any exposure to it beforehand & didn't really know how to deal w/ it.
For my part, I don't think I was ever really judgemental (though I might have been perceived as such). When my frieds confided in me, I wouldn't go running the other way b/c they were not like me. I still liked them for who they were, & their actions & histories is what shaped their personalities.
I knew in highschool that there were a few people having sex, but I was unaware that there were so many more. I knew there were a few smoking pot, but I had no idea just how many actually were, in fact, I was told by one of my friends that they guy I dated for awhile smoked all through highschool & I HAD NO IDEA! I don't know if I was just out of the loop, or oblivious, but I think it would have been a whole different experience had I known more of what was really going on. Perhaps now I think I'm more tolerant than I actually was back then, I can't say for sure, but it sure is weird to discover that when I thought I knew my classmates & my friends, I hadn't even scratched the surface. It makes me wonder just how much more I've missed over the years.....
Thursday, 27 November 2008
Marbles
This morning Chancery had a doctor's appointment. Since moving & lack of doctors here on PEI, this is the first time since she was born that she's been to the doctor. At 3.5 months, she has grown 4" from 20.5" and almost doubled her birth weight from 6,4 to 12,6. She's apparently on the tall end, but right in the middle for weight & head circumference. The doctor is kind of quirky & I really like him. When he finished checking her heart, he asked if they had told me she had a heart murmur when she was born, & I told him, no. Then he said, "I'm not even sure it's really there, it's so faint." He assured me that it's no big deal especially since he couldn't even really tell if she actually has one...... Just one example of his quirkiness.
A friend from church came to watch Asher & he had a great time playing w/ "Miss Julie" while I was gone.
Later I mentioned off-hand, "I think I'm loosing my marbles."
Asher asked, "Can I see your marbles?"
Then I explained that I didn't really have any marbles, but it's just something people say when they aren't thinking properly.
He thought about that for awhile, then offered, "Maybe Miss Julie took then home with her!"
A friend from church came to watch Asher & he had a great time playing w/ "Miss Julie" while I was gone.
Later I mentioned off-hand, "I think I'm loosing my marbles."
Asher asked, "Can I see your marbles?"
Then I explained that I didn't really have any marbles, but it's just something people say when they aren't thinking properly.
He thought about that for awhile, then offered, "Maybe Miss Julie took then home with her!"
A Momentus Day!
Yesterday at lunch time PChad was holding Chancery & she keep reaching for his food. He'd push his plate out of the way & she'd just get upset, so I figured maybe it was time to try the baby cereal.
At first she wasn't so sure about it. I think I made it a bit thick. She kept gagging on it, so we thinned it out a bit & she did pretty well. She seemed to really like it, but wouldn't open her mouth very far. It made feeding her a bit tricky, but we muddled through.
Today she was all over that cereal. I'd get the spoon close & she'd open her mouth like a little bird, & if I was taking too long she'd protest. She even was trying to help me by grabbing the spoon & directing it towards her mouth.
Before:
We decided later that evening that Asher really needed a haircut, so PChad bravely took the clippers & went at it. Amazingly the wiggling boy ended up w/ a pretty decent haircut (not to say that I didn't have confidence in PChad, I didn't have confidence in the little wiggling boy!).
After he was finished, he set Asher on the potty to wait while he drew a bath & cleaned up the hair. When he put Asher in the bath, he noticed that there was wee in the potty! So we all did a bit of a happy dance, whilst Asher stood & stared at us from the bath. He finally got to rescue his new stuffed doggie from where he was hanging just out of reach in the washroom and he got to have a candy (we are not above using bribery).
Since his "new special doggie" needed a shorter name & perhaps something a bit more descriptive than "new special doggie" he was given some suggestions. PChad suggested "Russell" while I suggested "Yellow Dog" (yes, I prefer the obvious names, then we ALL know which toy he wants when he asks for it by name).
Meet "Russell."
It might be a one off that he used the potty, but at least now he knows he can do it, though I'm not sure that he realized that he DID do it.
And that, my friends, is a day for the history books.... or at least the baby books!
At first she wasn't so sure about it. I think I made it a bit thick. She kept gagging on it, so we thinned it out a bit & she did pretty well. She seemed to really like it, but wouldn't open her mouth very far. It made feeding her a bit tricky, but we muddled through.
Today she was all over that cereal. I'd get the spoon close & she'd open her mouth like a little bird, & if I was taking too long she'd protest. She even was trying to help me by grabbing the spoon & directing it towards her mouth.
Before:
We decided later that evening that Asher really needed a haircut, so PChad bravely took the clippers & went at it. Amazingly the wiggling boy ended up w/ a pretty decent haircut (not to say that I didn't have confidence in PChad, I didn't have confidence in the little wiggling boy!).After:
After he was finished, he set Asher on the potty to wait while he drew a bath & cleaned up the hair. When he put Asher in the bath, he noticed that there was wee in the potty! So we all did a bit of a happy dance, whilst Asher stood & stared at us from the bath. He finally got to rescue his new stuffed doggie from where he was hanging just out of reach in the washroom and he got to have a candy (we are not above using bribery).
Since his "new special doggie" needed a shorter name & perhaps something a bit more descriptive than "new special doggie" he was given some suggestions. PChad suggested "Russell" while I suggested "Yellow Dog" (yes, I prefer the obvious names, then we ALL know which toy he wants when he asks for it by name).
Meet "Russell."It might be a one off that he used the potty, but at least now he knows he can do it, though I'm not sure that he realized that he DID do it.
And that, my friends, is a day for the history books.... or at least the baby books!
Wednesday, 26 November 2008
"Big Dog"
When Asher was 6 weeks old, he was given a pair of stuffed dogs from the "Kohl's Cares for Kids" line.
Since he was too young to name them, we came up w/ the fabulous names of "Big Dog" & "Little Dog."
They came attached to eachother, but quickly found their own independence. Little Dog became a bedtime favourite, Big Dog became an all-time favourite. 
Big Dog was afraid of the big wide world outdoors, so he never left the confines of his house, except when we moved, then he rode along in the car, but never ventured outside either (phobias run deep).
When Asher was about 1 year old, Big Dog spent one morning at the "spa" (Otherwise known as the confines of the washing machine) His care instructions said to hand wash him, but I wasn't confident that puke would come out by hand, so he took a spin in the washer.
Lately both Big Dog & Little Dog have been looking a bit bedraggled, Big Dog's a bit floppy, I think he could use more stuffing, or CPR. Little Dog isn't as bad since he hasn't seen all the action that Big Dog has.
Apparently this morning Big Dog was pretty thirsty b/c Asher brought him to me dripping wet from the head region. He had finished off ALL of Thanet's water, which was no small feat. I'm not sure that Big Dog would survive another go-round in the washer, so this just might be the end. Asher keeps asking about him, but he's still wet, & Thanet's water wasn't very clean since Asher keeps making "oatmeal" for Thanet in the water dish (re-hydrating his dry food).
Here's the after pictures:
Looks a bit like road-kill, doesn't he? And a Conversation w/ Big Dog:
*Big Dog is wearing Chancery's "Black Cat" Halloween costume.
Since he was too young to name them, we came up w/ the fabulous names of "Big Dog" & "Little Dog."
They came attached to eachother, but quickly found their own independence. Little Dog became a bedtime favourite, Big Dog became an all-time favourite. 
Big Dog was afraid of the big wide world outdoors, so he never left the confines of his house, except when we moved, then he rode along in the car, but never ventured outside either (phobias run deep).
When Asher was about 1 year old, Big Dog spent one morning at the "spa" (Otherwise known as the confines of the washing machine) His care instructions said to hand wash him, but I wasn't confident that puke would come out by hand, so he took a spin in the washer.
Lately both Big Dog & Little Dog have been looking a bit bedraggled, Big Dog's a bit floppy, I think he could use more stuffing, or CPR. Little Dog isn't as bad since he hasn't seen all the action that Big Dog has.
Apparently this morning Big Dog was pretty thirsty b/c Asher brought him to me dripping wet from the head region. He had finished off ALL of Thanet's water, which was no small feat. I'm not sure that Big Dog would survive another go-round in the washer, so this just might be the end. Asher keeps asking about him, but he's still wet, & Thanet's water wasn't very clean since Asher keeps making "oatmeal" for Thanet in the water dish (re-hydrating his dry food).
Here's the after pictures:
Looks a bit like road-kill, doesn't he? And a Conversation w/ Big Dog:*Big Dog is wearing Chancery's "Black Cat" Halloween costume.
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