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?
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Friday, March 6, 2009
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.
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!
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
How much is that doggie in the window?
Do any of you want a dog? Cheap? She's a gentle 8 year old black lab-Shepherd cross with selective listening. She's a maniac, but she's good with kids. Look, I'll pay you to take her.
OK, not really, but I was seriously thinking about it after our drive home from the city on Sunday. The kids were in the backseat, and Sally was behind them in the back. (It's a hatchback, so it's not a trunk...what do you call it?) I stick a laundry basket between the seat back and the roof, so that the dog stays put, which had always worked, but as we went over the rumble strips on the ramp from the 401 onto the 400, (one big highway to another) the dog went berserk. I'm assuming that the noisy grooved pavement is there to wake up sleepy truckers and keep them on the road, but I hate it. Anyway, the dog got scared and went insane and overturned the laws of physics to squeeze herself through a space she certainly didn't fit. She howled and squealed and got stuck halfway through, waking up the Princess when her nails got stuck in my baby girl's hat. Thank God she was wearing that toque, because without it she would have been scalped. So there I was, alone in the car with the kids, on the ramp between two major highways with no where to pull over, a psycho dog on top of my daughter's head, and nothing I could do about it.
By the time I got to the next exit, the dog was sitting happily on the Princess' lap. The Princess was still sobbing loudly, not surprising really, considering the way she'd been woken up and the fact that Sally outweighs her by half, but I was afraid to open the car door on the side of the highway in case the dog bolted and I couldn't hold her. I was mad as hell, but I didn't want to watch her get flattened by a car.
I cooed to the Princess and drove as quickly as I could to the first parking lot I found, which was thankfully attached to a Timmy's, and struggled to lift 80 lbs of madly squirming dog back in the trunk. (Wishing it WAS a trunk!) I tied her leash to the anchor strap of Bad's car seat, giving her no room to maneuver back over the seats (or more than 3 inches in any direction), cuddled the Princess until she was calm, and went through the drive-thru for much needed coffee (for me) and tim-bits (for the Princess). With his usual aplomb, Bad slept through the whole thing. Then I went home and googled kennels, because there is no way I am taking the dog with us on a car trip ever again.
Free advice? If your kids want a pet, spring for a goldfish.
OK, not really, but I was seriously thinking about it after our drive home from the city on Sunday. The kids were in the backseat, and Sally was behind them in the back. (It's a hatchback, so it's not a trunk...what do you call it?) I stick a laundry basket between the seat back and the roof, so that the dog stays put, which had always worked, but as we went over the rumble strips on the ramp from the 401 onto the 400, (one big highway to another) the dog went berserk. I'm assuming that the noisy grooved pavement is there to wake up sleepy truckers and keep them on the road, but I hate it. Anyway, the dog got scared and went insane and overturned the laws of physics to squeeze herself through a space she certainly didn't fit. She howled and squealed and got stuck halfway through, waking up the Princess when her nails got stuck in my baby girl's hat. Thank God she was wearing that toque, because without it she would have been scalped. So there I was, alone in the car with the kids, on the ramp between two major highways with no where to pull over, a psycho dog on top of my daughter's head, and nothing I could do about it.
By the time I got to the next exit, the dog was sitting happily on the Princess' lap. The Princess was still sobbing loudly, not surprising really, considering the way she'd been woken up and the fact that Sally outweighs her by half, but I was afraid to open the car door on the side of the highway in case the dog bolted and I couldn't hold her. I was mad as hell, but I didn't want to watch her get flattened by a car.
I cooed to the Princess and drove as quickly as I could to the first parking lot I found, which was thankfully attached to a Timmy's, and struggled to lift 80 lbs of madly squirming dog back in the trunk. (Wishing it WAS a trunk!) I tied her leash to the anchor strap of Bad's car seat, giving her no room to maneuver back over the seats (or more than 3 inches in any direction), cuddled the Princess until she was calm, and went through the drive-thru for much needed coffee (for me) and tim-bits (for the Princess). With his usual aplomb, Bad slept through the whole thing. Then I went home and googled kennels, because there is no way I am taking the dog with us on a car trip ever again.
Free advice? If your kids want a pet, spring for a goldfish.
Friday, February 27, 2009
That Mean Old Fairy Came Back....
See those two teeth? I remember the day they came, Easter Monday, 2004. I bemoaned the loss of my baby's gummy grins, but I loved them. I must've taken 50 photos, trying to get a picture of these first beautiful pearly-whites. They're both with the tooth fairy now, in baby-tooth heaven; and my baby's smile is very different than it was here, but it still captures my heart.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
How to catch a thief...
The Tooth Fairy is coming tonight....time to set out some traps.
I don't really mind her taking the tooth, but couldn't she leave me my baby?
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Pull those heartstrings, boy-child
Bad dumped all the baskets of toys into one big pile this morning. I heard the noise and came stomping into the living-room with the LOOK on my face. But before I could even open my mouth to begin a rant or lecture, he looked up at me with a cheeky grin (MY grin) and said:
"Sell me gypsies?"
What could I do but scoop him up and cover his whole body with tickles and kisses?
You're yummy, bad boy.
"Sell me gypsies?"
What could I do but scoop him up and cover his whole body with tickles and kisses?
You're yummy, bad boy.
Friday, February 13, 2009
I love and covet
these. But we are trying to avoid frivolous purchases, at least until the spring, so I can't have them. I'm showing you the link just in case some of you aren't quite as constrained by greedy governments demanding INCOME TAXES shortly. If I can't have them, someone I love should. (and Jen - don't you think these have Ellie's name written all over them?!)
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