There are many times that I feel sorry for RJ for marrying me.
Like,
I think it's hilarious to put the ice cube tray back in the freezer with one cube left.
I don't crush boxes when I throw them away.
I can listen to the same song over and over and over and over (almost like a 3 year old can).
I sometimes don't replace the last toilet roll.
And, I'm forever waking him up at 3am "What was that?!".
(I should probably stop before I get to the really annoying stuff)
But,
We were driving back from the hills on the weekend... I was singing Eurythmics Must Be Talking To An Angel (google the song and YOU try to sing along, it's impossible) and sounding almost exactly on pitch as how Bride of Chucky would sing it. But, as well, we had Baby Bride of Chucky (aka Zoe) in the back seat singing "Winkle Winkle Wittle Star" at the top of her untrained pipes.
Yup, RJ, you poor soul, you married me.
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Monday, October 25, 2010
Saturday, October 16, 2010
A Bug's Life
I swear kids are like ants. They can carry 10 times their body weight.
Zoe just casually picked up her play table to move it around the room. As though it was a stuffed animal.
I'm pretty sure I can't pick up my dining room table.
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Zoe just casually picked up her play table to move it around the room. As though it was a stuffed animal.
I'm pretty sure I can't pick up my dining room table.
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Thursday, October 14, 2010
The Zoe Chronicles - 38 months old
Dear Zoe,
Another month has passed, and I think you miss me. You freak out when I come home from work and lunge into my arms. It's a gorgeous feeling every day. You tell daddy "I miss mommy" a lot... but it serves RJ right because MAN DID I HEAR "I miss daddy" for the year that I was at home.
You love love love singing. Your singing voice takes after me. That's not a compliment.
A B C D E F G, H I J K, OOOO P, Q R S, T U V, W X Y and Z...
(except I actually know my abc's)
You'll sing the whole song, and when you get to the "next time won't you sing with me?" I always say that next time I WILL sing with you to which you respond "why?".
Now, all of a sudden, it's like we're feeding you goof balls. You're high energy, want to climb the whole house, and jump all over mommy. I'm very fragile ma dear, you must be gentle with me! That's what dads are for. Well, that, and to scare the shit out of any future male suitors.
You still take a daily nap, but you always say "Me not have 'nuff nap" when you wake every single day. Well, then, Zoe, SLEEP longer!
And, the potty training. It has begun. My tactical move was to wait for my return to work to potty train. So, it's no surprise that it's that time! You cottoned on quick. To the wees. OH the pains of trying to get you to poo on a potty. You'll have to ask your dad about it one day, I think he's still a little sore on the subject. We resorted to bribing you with books (aha, we didn't cave and give you the sugary gummy bears or chocolate covered teddy bear cookies! foiled again love! you just may make it to 4 before you get them!) and, nevertheless, you had some successes a few days later, and it's going quite well.
My little girl is growing up.
Love you,
Mommy bear
xo
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Another month has passed, and I think you miss me. You freak out when I come home from work and lunge into my arms. It's a gorgeous feeling every day. You tell daddy "I miss mommy" a lot... but it serves RJ right because MAN DID I HEAR "I miss daddy" for the year that I was at home.
You love love love singing. Your singing voice takes after me. That's not a compliment.
A B C D E F G, H I J K, OOOO P, Q R S, T U V, W X Y and Z...
(except I actually know my abc's)
You'll sing the whole song, and when you get to the "next time won't you sing with me?" I always say that next time I WILL sing with you to which you respond "why?".
Now, all of a sudden, it's like we're feeding you goof balls. You're high energy, want to climb the whole house, and jump all over mommy. I'm very fragile ma dear, you must be gentle with me! That's what dads are for. Well, that, and to scare the shit out of any future male suitors.
You still take a daily nap, but you always say "Me not have 'nuff nap" when you wake every single day. Well, then, Zoe, SLEEP longer!
And, the potty training. It has begun. My tactical move was to wait for my return to work to potty train. So, it's no surprise that it's that time! You cottoned on quick. To the wees. OH the pains of trying to get you to poo on a potty. You'll have to ask your dad about it one day, I think he's still a little sore on the subject. We resorted to bribing you with books (aha, we didn't cave and give you the sugary gummy bears or chocolate covered teddy bear cookies! foiled again love! you just may make it to 4 before you get them!) and, nevertheless, you had some successes a few days later, and it's going quite well.
My little girl is growing up.
Love you,
Mommy bear
xo
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Friday, October 8, 2010
I have proof...
I now have video proof of what RJ is dressing my kids in.
Get a load of this:
Zoe was wearing a grey skirt, blue and yellow shirt, green hat, and I'm pretty sure pink shoes. And, they went out of the house like that! I don't get it. RJ's been dressing himself for at least 5 years now.
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Get a load of this:
Zoe was wearing a grey skirt, blue and yellow shirt, green hat, and I'm pretty sure pink shoes. And, they went out of the house like that! I don't get it. RJ's been dressing himself for at least 5 years now.
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Tuesday, October 5, 2010
And Then There Was Cole - A year and a couple months
Dear Cole,
How old are you? 14 months I think. It's been a busy one -- you started daycare and the earth didn't collapse on itself. I started work (4 days a week) and the sky didn't fall down. Daddy is now at home with you kids and I don't think you even noticed the first couple of days. But, then day 3 was a rough one… you must have realized this is not a joke.
Your climbing skills are pretty impressive and we've caught you dangling over the couch and coffee table a few times. Your walking is really good -- you're very stable and now are even trying to run! It's a funny bow-legged-knees-high-in-the-air run, but a run nonetheless.
Peekaboo is a well loved game, and Beru is your favourite bear. You will tilt your head to one side at meal time… it's a little game you like to play with us (you'll do it around doors too).
You're quite the Momma's boy. If you see me, you have to be cuddled in my arms. Of course, I have that effect on a lot of men (Ok, well, one that I know of). It's tough when I come home from work, because I have to sneak to my bedroom "in the back way'" so that I can change into my drool-on-me clothes.
We're tying a new approach to your whole "I think Mommy and Daddy should wake up at 5am with me" amusement. We're setting an alarm clock for 6, and we don't go to you until then. It's too early to tell whether we'll ditch the whole thing and sell you on ebay instead.
Hmmm, we do a lot of joking about selling you. We don't mean it Cole Bear. I guess I should also mention that we don't feed you vodka, dip you in acid, or strap you to the roof rack. Well, except that one time……………
Sorry this post is tardy -- I barely have enough time to do my nails anymore, so things are starting to slip……
Love you and big fat squishy kisses,
Mommy and Daddy
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How old are you? 14 months I think. It's been a busy one -- you started daycare and the earth didn't collapse on itself. I started work (4 days a week) and the sky didn't fall down. Daddy is now at home with you kids and I don't think you even noticed the first couple of days. But, then day 3 was a rough one… you must have realized this is not a joke.
Your climbing skills are pretty impressive and we've caught you dangling over the couch and coffee table a few times. Your walking is really good -- you're very stable and now are even trying to run! It's a funny bow-legged-knees-high-in-the-air run, but a run nonetheless.
Peekaboo is a well loved game, and Beru is your favourite bear. You will tilt your head to one side at meal time… it's a little game you like to play with us (you'll do it around doors too).
You're quite the Momma's boy. If you see me, you have to be cuddled in my arms. Of course, I have that effect on a lot of men (Ok, well, one that I know of). It's tough when I come home from work, because I have to sneak to my bedroom "in the back way'" so that I can change into my drool-on-me clothes.
We're tying a new approach to your whole "I think Mommy and Daddy should wake up at 5am with me" amusement. We're setting an alarm clock for 6, and we don't go to you until then. It's too early to tell whether we'll ditch the whole thing and sell you on ebay instead.
Hmmm, we do a lot of joking about selling you. We don't mean it Cole Bear. I guess I should also mention that we don't feed you vodka, dip you in acid, or strap you to the roof rack. Well, except that one time……………
Sorry this post is tardy -- I barely have enough time to do my nails anymore, so things are starting to slip……
Love you and big fat squishy kisses,
Mommy and Daddy
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