Friday, October 31, 2008
At day care they had a parade. How cute are these toddlers ...
Then tonight we went out. This was his first time trick-or-treating in the neighbourhood and it was really nice to actually meet some people that we live with! The house decorations were great as you can see ...
Jack did really well tonight, saying "hello" to everyone and "thank you" after he got his treat. We were very proud of him. He's now conked out in bed exhausted, Craig's upstairs waiting on me so we can watch "The Strangers" and I'm blogging & pigging out on candy. I'm sure Jack won't miss some.
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
For those of you that still need the explanation: He's facing the camera, his right arm is tucked around the back of his neck. His left arm is up, across his forehead.
He has my nose. Hello Danny, my little love.
Monday, October 27, 2008
This last couple of months, he's starting to say words in a very proper queen's English, but then he says things American, like "wader", instead of "water". I can live with him flip-flopping between English & American as long as he calls me mummy and not mommy.
But then this week he's started saying "work" like a scouser: "wirk". Oh dear.
Friday, October 24, 2008
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Monday, October 20, 2008
Sunday: Poor Craig gets to do plumbing all day while I give him some space & take the little fella to the zoo. I had to buy the mandatory horse ride for him but the cost has gone up 400%. I blame John McCain.
95% of all the kids there had Halloween costumes on, except for my boy because I didn't think ahead. I haven't even got him an outfit yet. Actually I want to make one for him but am coming up blank on ideas.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Once that door opens it's BOOM - full-on toddler. A barrage of questions and demands and whining and more questions and more demands. I'm trying to dry my hair or make up his packed lunch while half-heartedly replying "uh huh" and "yes love" and "no you can't have another". All of this is done at breakneck speed and I don't calm down and actually breath till we're in the car and on the way to daycare.
So now I've set the scene for my usual morning I'll tell you what happened this morning. We're sat at the table, eating cereal. Well, I'm eating and he's jabbering on and I keep saying "come on, eat your breakfast", using my own spoon to shovel Cheerios in his mouth. I finished before him and told him "mummy's finished" to try and hurry him up. He looked into my empty bowl, looked up at me with total love on his little face and said "mummy share mine?" and tried to feed me with his spoon.
It felt like a big arrow went right through my heart, and hopefully a big thud on the head to say "wake up woman, your son is only this age today!"
So, I promise I'm going to be a better mum in the morning and take time to enjoy our little bit of time together, instead of running around like a lunatic, telling animals to bugger off from under my feet and being impatient with everyone.
This will no doubt change next year when Danny arrives. I'm already getting my knickers in a twist about the stress of getting two kids out the door.
Picture: Jack helping me wash my fat and stupid-looking carrots.
Monday, October 13, 2008
1. Our new baby's first & middle name is ....... Daniel (Danny) Lewis. So from now on, when I refer to "Danny" I mean the ever-growing bump just above my trousers.
2. Other than cherry tomatoes I'm giving up on veggie gardening. My carrots are fat and stupid-looking. My corn, beetroots, and beans went rotten because I couldn't be bothered harvesting them. My peas grew like gangbusters and took a load of effort to harvest and I got about half a can of peas off them so I'd rather just pay 25 cents for a can from Aldis. I want to be a modern woman of the earth but the truth is I'm just too lazy.
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Really nice friends say things like "you're eating for two!" and "you're pregnant - of course you'll put weight on!" But really, when you look at the numbers, this baby currently weighs about 1.2 lbs, which means the rest is milkshakes, licorice, and tequitos.
I know I should stop, especially since I have the gestational diabetes test next week and I'm hoping I don't get it again. I justify it to myself by saying that I can't drink wine and well - if Craig's going to sit and have a glass of Chablis then I'm damn well having apple pie and ice cream.
Saturday, October 11, 2008
1) On the way to England last month I picked up "How Starbucks Saved my Life" at the airport and read it. It's about a yuppie executive that finds himself down-and-out in NY. An eye-opener for him but a look at normalcy for us. I enjoyed it but felt all the way through that he was still thinking he was in the wrong place, like he was doing the rest of us plebs a favour by living in our world. I''m interested to see if I like the character (Tom Hanks I believe) in the movie.
2) On the way back from England I read "The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas" on a recommendation from my mum. It's about the holocaust, so needless to say it made me cry on the plane - how embarrassing. The woman next to me did all she could to avoid eye contact. Anyway, I finished it about half-way over the Atlantic, so then twiddled my thumbs for 4 hours. It's a short read, not too taxing and somewhat predictable but it's a story that's stayed with me. Can't wait to drag Gina to the movies with me and have a girly night out: popcorn and a good cry!
3) This week I just finished "The Life of Pi" and I'm still in the post-book mood. I can't stop thinking about it and even read the end again yesterday, something I think I lot of people would do with this book. All I'll say is this - if you read the back cover you'll think the book sounds so stupid & far-fetched you won't read it, but please do. It's not what you think it is, trust me. I can't wait for this movie and will probably try and drag Craig kicking & screaming. Hopefully they'll run it at Studio 35 - our local cinema that serves beer. That usually works.Next, I want to read "The Oxford Project" but it costs $30. But hey, Christmas is coming and someone who reads this blog and sleeps in my bed might buy it for me (not you, dog).
Thursday, October 09, 2008
We have put the feelers out there to see about hiring a stranger, because we love our son but let's be honest, watching a 2-year old is bloody hard work and can lose you friends quick if you keep asking.
Sadly, we've not had much luck with strangers yet though.
We've met a woman who had 25 dogs and whose house stunk so bad my eyes watered. Then I had a classified answered by a woman who said her dog loved kids so much it watched them while she did other things. There was the woman that liked us so much she talked to us like we were her friends and told us all about her online cloth diaper business and as I'm thinking "she spends all her time online and not watching the kids", my child was headed towards her balcony, unnoticed.
I know that Mary Poppins doesn't exist but for heavens sake. Aren't there mums and normal people out there looking to make a few bucks that won't make me feel like I've left my child with Naomi Campbell?
Monday, October 06, 2008
This weekend we had plenty of R&R, including a visit to Ikea for a new bed for Jack. I love Ikea. I know a lot of it is cheap Swedish crap and the store is brimming full of manic people, but it's worth it to get a good deal and something a bit different. If I didn't at least try and get something from Ikea my house would look like a display in Target.
We also got to see some friends at a Buckeye game party Saturday night. Thank God they won as I was getting a tad worried and even pretending to read the Ikea catalogue in the last 5 minutes as it was too painful to watch but then - yea! - Terrelle Pryor pulled it out and we won. Phew.
Sunday we took Jack to his first of 10 weekly gymnastics classes. The teacher wasn't there so we got lumped with a student helper that had no clue what she was doing but hopefully next week it'll be better. One good thing was that Jack got to see his friend Katy. NOW, I was totally flummoxed at one of the songs she had us sing. The song was "Ring around the Roses" which I have been brought up to believe was a nursery rhyme originating from the great plague in England, hence the words:
Ring a-ring o' roses, a pocketful of posies. a-tishoo, a-tishoo! We all fall down.
But she (and everyone else) sang:
Ring around the rosy, a pocketful of posies. ashes, ashes! We all fall down.
So I looked all this up on Wikipedia and turns out there's loads of versions. Including rather odd ones from India & Canada and one from Louisiana which requires you to run up and down stairs too, as if it wasn't energetic enough. So there you have it. You learn something every day don't you.
- Jack's done a 180 on potty training and has gone from being totally potty-trained to wanting nothing to do with it. Strange? He also misses my mum and every day asks "where's nana?, where's auntie?". He loves the tea set we got him from Ikea and has spent all weekend making us have tea parties with him.
- The debate last week was everything I thought it would be. Biden = Informed & Presidential. Palin = Regurgitated everything she'd been primed to say, didn't answer direct questions and kept winking at the camera. How annoying. Let's hope tomorrow's debate is a bit more meaty.
Thursday, October 02, 2008
Now I'm off home for the big debate. What worries about this debate is that our expectations of Palin are so LOW at this point that all she'll have to do is come across slightly intelligent and the world will gasp "oh! she's so great!". And it pisses me off that she's waving a string of Buckeyes around. She probably has no idea what they are and dons a big yellow "M" when she goes north. Big Faker.
As you can clearly see folks - missing my mum, being pregnant and having to suffer fools isn't exactly making me a little ray of sunshine today....
Wednesday, October 01, 2008
My boy in front of the American Falls. Anyone who tells you they are better than the Canadian Falls are lying, or they are one of those people that likes to be different. Like someone who grows up in Ohio but supports Michigan.
By the way, I'm not beating Jack - he fell at day care.
A trip to the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame to see Johnny Cash's tour bus.
My mum said she felt Johnny's spirit in the bus (see "crazy behaviour" above).
What a bloody cheek! If he hadn't popped his clogs I'd have reported him to Scotland Yard