E-mail from my MIL

and I quote:

Sarah, According to today's Toronto Star, women, who have morning sickness during pregnancy have children with higher I.Q Thought you might just want to know that it was worth barfing for. Love Judy

How exactly am I meant to respond?

@$*&%# Murphy!!!!

I had the snow tires taken off my car this week, and yesterday Hubs and I spent a couple of happy hours raking the yard and hauling lawn furniture out of the shed while the kids ran around us, joyously reunited with their bikes and swings.

So you can imagine the string of swear words with which I greeted the day upon peering out the window this morning to see this:

I wonder if I could convince my health insurance to pay for a week in Mexico....I've got a severe case of latitude disease.

April Funnies

In the interests of not posting anything that could lead to my children not speaking to me in later life, I can't tell you the whole story. I hope, however, that you'll be able to infer most of it from the punchline.

Me: "You have private parts too. Where's your private part?"

Bad: (turning around and grabbing it) "My cute butt!"

Is there anything better for the soul than new shoes and a latte?

Good-bye, old friends! Shoe heaven awaits.

I've been wearing the same pair of black flats for the last four years. I wasn't sure about them when I first bought them, but they were the most comfortable shoes I'd ever owned. They saw me through months of aching, swollen feet in my last pregnancy, and despite becoming quite decrepid I haven't been able to replace them.

Until today. I promised the kids a trip to Starbucks after swimming, and on the way we popped into Winners to pick up a birthday present. (E - I hope that A wants a giant blow-up whale for his birthday, because that's what the Princess INSISTED we buy him.)

And there they were. Just waiting for me to take them home and love them.



Hello my darlings, I think we're going to be very happy together.

Die Happy.

The kids and I met our favourite friends to go sugar-shacking yesterday. We ran around in the woods, went on a horse-drawn wagon ride, warmed ourselves by an outdoor fire, ate pancakes and syrup and even learned something new. (Did you know that the native Americans collected sap in a hollowed out log, and dropped red hot rocks in it until it evaporated into syrup?) We caught up with people we love, ate maple syrup lollipops, and bought maple butter. We couldn't buy syrup because Hubs and I have strong syrup prejudices. We'll get there soon.

So, the question this morning was what to have for breakfast.

The answer?

Maple Biscuits. Die happy.

3 cups all-purpose flour
1/4 cup white sugar
1 T baking powder
1/2 tsp salt
3/4 cup chilled unsalted butter (but I regularly use salted, because I regularly have it)
1 cup milk
1 tsp vanilla
1-2 T maple syrup

Preheat oven to 375F. Line a baking sheet with parchment. Mix the flour, sugar, baking powder and salt in a big bowl, and then cut in the butter. Add the milk and vanilla and mix just until coming together. Turn out onto a floured surface and roll out to a 1/2 inch thickness. Fold in half, then roll it out to a 1/2 inch thickness again. Fold in half, then roll to 3/4 inch thick and cut into desired shapes. (I just use a small juice glass to make rounds) Place on your baking sheet and brush the tops lightly with maple syrup. Bake 15-18 minutes until lightly browned.

Cool just enough to handle, and serve with maple butter. Bask in the grateful praise of your family.

Who says romance is dead?

Hubs came downstairs in his robe at 8:05 this morning and swore as we heard the garbage truck trundle past the house.

Him: "Oh Fack. I forgot to take the garbage out."

Me (with a world-weary sigh): "Don't worry. I did it."

Him: "I don't care what they say about you. You're alright." And he kissed my head.

Who needs roses when you've got devotion like that?

It's a bird....it's a plane...

We made superhero masks after dinner tonight.



Bad is cute, but when I saw the eyebrows the Princess added to hers I laughed so hard I almost peed my pants.

It's Super-Groucho-Girl to the rescue!