Dinner Theatre....for the Preschool set

A construction crew was very thoughtfully providing a live version of Mighty Machines this morning, which can keep Bad entranced for ages. But we've got swimming, and I needed him to eat breakfast, so.....

Mmm, Pie.....

I have to admit it. Thanksgiving this year was a little disappointing on the dessert front. My mom did make a delicious lemon meringue pie, and a yummy little chocolate cream number (Bad and the Princess's favourites, respectively) but my MIL inexplicably decided to serve chocolate chip banana bread and fruit salad for dessert. I mean, wtf?

Consequently, there has been an unhappy little voice in my head muttering, "pie...apple pie....why me have no pie?" at inopportune moments all week. I decided today that something had to be done before this craving got ridiculously out of hand.

This is what we're having for dinner....now what am I going to do with myself until it comes out of the oven?

update: it's out of the oven....(and we are having soup first)

mmm....delicious pie....I can't wait to eat you!

A little burlesque?

You've all probably noticed that I haven't been blogging regularly. I just haven't had the energy. I miss all my bloggy friends, but I just can't seem to pull myself out of the fog I've been in. However, sometimes you see things that have to be shared, and one of them is in my living room right now:



Check out the Pirate Pasties!!

xo Badness

Parties and Pools and Purses

My baby girl turned 5 yesterday. It has been a busy week. We celebrated with a party on the weekend, complete with the requested Princess Castle cake. It was lovely to have the house full of our beloved friends and family, but the party only kicked off the excitement.



We packed up the car on Monday morning and left for Niagara Falls right after swimming lessons. The kids loved the Falls, and the waterpark in our hotel, and all of the tacky amusements and concessions available on Clifton Hill.



We got back yesterday afternoon - just in time to leave again for the Princess's ballet lesson. I'dve skipped it, but the first class of each month is 'dress-up', and I would never have been forgiven for missing it. After dancing I cooked a late dinner, we ate the leftover castle and the birthday girl opened her presents from us before collapsing into bed. I wish I could say I joined her, but I had to make birthday cupcakes for her to take to school today. I think that mommy needs a present.

And what better present than a new handbag? Check out this new website, http://www.handbagplanet.com/, and the FREE!!! handbags they're giving away to celebrate their launch. And I really hope that y'all win one....just not the one I want!

Badness goes postal...

Hubs and I realized the other day that we'd been a bit lax, and hadn't set up an RESP for Bad yet. ANd then we realized that we couldn't, because we hadn't applied for his SIN. So today I dropped the Princess off at school, rooted around in our files for Bad's passport and headed down to our friendly government offices.

"Hi, I just need to apply for a SIN for my son."

"Was he born in Canada?"

"Yes."

"Do you have his birth certificate?"

"No...I brought his passport."

"I'm sorry, we need his birth certificate."

"But...do you know how much I had to pay for his passport? How much trouble I went through to procure it? This is the HOLY GRAIL of personal identification!!! It's much better than a birth certificate....I'm an artist, and trust me - I could forge a Canadian birth certificate with one hand tied behind my back....but I couldn't forge this! Couldn't you make an exception?"

"I'm sorry, but if he was born in Canada we need his birth certificate. That's the primary documentation."

"I'M sorry...did you say IF HE WAS BORN IN CANADA? Do you mean that if he was born somewhere else you'd accept a passport as ID?

"Well....yes."

(insert outraged speechless sputtering here)

I heard the friendly government employee apologizing feebly for their asinine policy as I turned around and stomped out, unable to trust myself to speak. Luckily I live halfway between two government 'Community Service Centres' (their name, NOT mine) and so tomorrow, to save myself the agony of facing the same government employee twice, I will be off to the second one, proper primary documentation in hand. Gah.

Who's afraid of a crocodile?

I took the kids and one of their friends to Reptilia today. I am NOT a reptile person, but I forced myself to suck down my fear and go, because Bad and the Princess love it there. We were the only visitors this morning and one of the keepers came out and got a turtle, a python, and a lizard out of the cages for them to pet. (The Princess was a little bit disappointed, because she wanted to pet the huge Nile crocodile, she's obviously not a wussy like her mother.) He was fabulous (even a little dishy, if you like Australian accents and men in khaki - but it could be just me, I'm attracted to anyone who'll entertain my children so I don't have to!), answering all their questions, giving them all kinds of information, and lots of his time. It's a wee bit expensive, but today's visit was definitely worth it.





Entranced.





Learning about turtles.





They let this lizard LICK them. Time to wash your hands kids!!!

Fashionista

This post over at Jen on the Edge inspired me to post the latest dress-up antics of my babies. Only Bad can pull off dancing in a tiara and a tutu and still look like a bruiser. What are your children wearing today?