Wednesday, 31 December 2008

Last night of 2008

They say time flies when you are having fun, but man it's crazy!

Tonight, being New Year's Eve, is the last night of 2008. Threepeat's second New Year's Eve, Boy Oneder's 12th and Middleman's 9th. Wow. My 39th! Ugh.

We have decided that this year, we are going to stay home...just the five of us (MIL is going to her sister's house). We will eat our supper on the familyroom floor and watch movies together. Boy Oneder and Middleman will have no problem staying up until fact, they will probably put US to bed. Threepeat, I figure, will make it till about 10:00. Maybe we will then play a few board games with the older boys.

There are so many choices when it comes to New Year's Eve...we can go to downtown Toronto's Nathan Phillips Square (with about 1 million other revellers) but when we did that one year, we were cold and nearly got trampled by the hoards of people. We could go to a hall and be squished in like sardines, only to eat cold food and be surrounded by strangers that have all paid hundreds of dollars to attend. We could go to a friend's house, which is always fun, but transferring Threepeat from the friend's house to the cold car and then from the warm car to our house is too much to even consider.

So, we will stay home in our warm jammies and do family stuff.

2008 was a mixed year for us:

We started off the year with me returning to work a little early from maternity leave in January.

In February, we had an AMAZING trip to Florida with BIL and the girls and my Mom. We visited all of the Disney Parks and made lifelong memories.

March was a sad month that ended on a (short-lived) high note. I went home to England to say good-bye to Nanny B who had been diagnosed with lung cancer. I went for 4 days and just as I was leaving for the bus station, the phone rang and it was her cancer nurse, advising that she didn't have lung cancer afterall.

April was Threepeat's first birthday. We celebrated a year with a little boy who came into this world unexpected, but so desperately needed. He continues to shine a light on our family each and every day.

May was the month that we lost my beloved Pampy B. He had suffered for a long time and finally lost his battle. He will forever remain in my heart and in the hearts of all who knew him.

June marked Boy Oneder's 12th and Middleman's 9th birthdays. We had a great skating party at the local rink with lots of friends and family. I can't believe Boy Oneder will be a teenager next year!

July was another sad month. We lost Nanny B, even though she seemed to be over all of her ailments. We are still waiting for a cause of death. No one seems to know what happened. I miss her dearly and will until I meet her again.

August marked my last birthday of my thirties. Ugh. It was pretty uneventful, but emotionally, I am a bit coo-coo about it. I can't believe I will be 40 next year. Ugh. Hubster, the boys and I met Mom in England for Nanny B's funeral. I am so glad that we went. As emotional as it was, my children have now seen where I was born and where my heart will live forever.

September was Mom's 60th birthday. I threw her a big surprise karaoke party and had some people there who she hadn't seen for years, along with her dear friends now. She enjoyed it so much and it was a great success.

October was Hubster's 42nd birthday. It was a quiet one, but that's just the way he likes it. I broke some ties that needed to be permanently broken and mended some fences that desperately needed to be mended. I am a MUCH better person because of these decisions and I have absolutely NO regrets. I no longer hold any grudges and I wish those who I have broken ties with nothing but the best. It was something that I needed to do and looking back, I know with everything in me that it was the best thing to do.

November was flu shot month and we suffered through our first bout of winter sickness...Middleman, Threepeat and Hubster all felt the full wrath. I got a little piece, and luckily, Boy Oneder escaped unscathed.

December was a wonderful month of family get togethers, Christmas shopping and planning and awesome friends. Did I mention eating? Oh my gosh the eating. I FINALLY got my Tassimo...mmmmmm...and everyone was happy with their gifts. My nieces had a sleepover and we had tons of fun. If only all months could be December.

And so, as 2008 comes to a close, I am grateful for all of the blessings in my life. Although we have had loss, we have had so much to be thankful for as well. We are so richly blessed with love and health, friends and family. Who could ask for anything more?

I hope that 2009 brings us more good health and that we grow closer and closer as a family. I pray that we will make memories to last a lifetime.

I also pray that you and your family have a joyous, prosperous, healthy, happy 2009! Pin It

Monday, 29 December 2008

Let's Be Frank

That's the fake google on my lame-o contest that only two people commented on.

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Saturday, 27 December 2008

Nanny Two

Tonight, my heart hurts.

Mum and I went to visit my Nanny Two today. Nanny Two is my second Nanny. Let me explain...

When I was 5, my parents brought my sister and I to Canada. We left my four grandparents behind in England. We had NO family here. Nanny Two, or Olive, as others call her, became my grandmother. She was an old friend of Nanny B, and had immigrated to Canada a few years before us. She told Joanne and I that we could call her "Nanny Two" because she would be our surrogate grandma. And she was. She spoiled us and loved us as a grandma would. She filled the hole that my dear Nanny B couldn't because she was so far away.

When we were children, we spent alot fo time with Nanny Two and her husband, Alan. They were SUCH a blessing to us.

Today, I went with Mum to visit Nanny Two because she is dying. She has terminal lung cancer. Two months ago, the doctors told Nanny Two that she had 2-4 months to live. She's halfway there.

I took her a "Chicken Soup for the Grandma's Soul" book and a card. I signed the inside cover of the book with, "To my great Nanny-Two. With love, Dawn xo". When she read it, she said, "You remembered?!" and then she cried...and I cried. I told her I would NEVER forget how wonderful she was to me and Joanne and that I appreciated it so much.

We chatted about old times and laughed. We looked at old photos and talked about Nanny.

When I left, I hugged her hard, kissed her cheek and told her to take care of herself. She asked me to come again, only next time, to bring the boys. She told me to bring them in the summer so that they can swim in the condo pool. I guess for a moment, she forgot that she probably won't be here in the summer. :o(

I hope she is. As long as she is not in any pain. Bless her heart. If you are the praying kind, please pray for my Nanny Two. She deserves prayer. She is such a good person.

Thank you.

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Thursday, 25 December 2008

Done for another year

So much much stress about getting the right gift, so much anguish over wrapping (did I mention I hate wrapping?) and it's all over in ten minutes.

The kids ripped through their stash at breakneck speed and the family room was a whirlwind of toys and boxes...Hubster had the wrapping paper in the garbage bag before some of it was even off the presents (LOL!...thanks for teaching him would be so proud!)

Now, the eating fest begins. Hubster's sister and family are coming for lunch shortly and then we will spend the afternoon here. At around 5:00, we will head over to Mom's for the evening, where we will meet up with BIL and the girls. Boy Oneder and Middleman are sleeping at Grandma's house tonight and then I am hosting 16 people tomorrow for dinner. Wow.

Merry Christmas everyone. I hope your hearts and homes are as warm as mine today!

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Wednesday, 24 December 2008

OHHHH the excitement!

Today has always been my favourite day of the year...even more favourite than Christmas Day. The excitement about tomorrow has always been so amazing for me.

My Mom and Dad made EVERY single Christmas SO special and I try to do that with my boys. I get them SO worked up and excited about their presents, saying things like, "OH MY GOODNESS YOU ARE GOING TO LOVE MY GIFTS!!!" and "OOOOOH I wonder what Santa will bring!!" They get all excited and can't WAIT for tomorrow.

We will let them open one gift tonight and the rest will be waiting for them tomorrow morning. I remember the butterflies in my tummy every Christmas Eve as I lay down to TRY to sleep. Truly, it was all I could do to stay in bed, but stay in bed I must because if I didn't, surely, Santa would skip our house!

I was 12 when I realized that the man ina red suit that we knew as Santa was not a real man afterall. I caught my parents bringing our gifts from Santa out from under their bed. I remember being so disappointed that Christmas Eve. But, I still believe in the SPIRIT of Christmas. There IS a Santa, but he's not a man in a red suit...he is the wonderful memories, blessings and spirit of giving that IS Christmas.

I have another post about Boy Oneder and his teacher giving away the Santa secret, but I will save it for later. For now, I will listen to my Christmas carols, sip on my wine (after noon of course) and revel in the awesomeness that is Christmas Eve. Pin It

Sunday, 21 December 2008

Google Me

Kia does this post once in a while, so I thought I would steal her idea on this snowy, cold Sunday.

I am going to list all of the searches that peeps have used to find me and you have to guess which one is the fake (I will make one up). Kia gives away prizes, but I don't have any prizes, so you will have to do it for the glory (and a post full of accolades from me).

So, without furth ado, here they are:

1. fruits and passion bzzagent blog

2. Threepeat

3. boyohboyohboy

4. drip pee floor

5. throw up on birthday cake

6. my crazy life with boys

7. Boyohboy fresh bodies

8. Boyohboy fresh boddys

9. gave him a suppository


11. boys birthday cake

12. boys birthday cakes

13. older boys with bad toilet aim

14. boys peeing on the toilet seat

15. fruits and passion orange-cinnamon hand soap

15. www.boy o boy

16. sleepover suck

17. buoy o boy life jackets

18. joseph hockey

19. waterproof winter boots at walmart

20. Middleman

21. gorgeousboys

22. canadian idol

23. three peat

24. let's be frank

25. pee pee aim

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Saturday, 20 December 2008

Bless his heart

Boy Oneder went out with Hubster today to buy a gift for Middleman...with his own money.

Sadly, Hubster "forgot" that I told him that my Mom bought Middleman 'Mario Kart' for the Wii and of course, Boy Oneder bought that exact game. He is so upset. Now, he has no clue what to get for his brother and he is heartbroken.

Poor thing. He's so thoughtful and now his big idea is shot. Grandma already wrapped her game up, and Hubster should have remembered, so Boy Oneder will have to return his. As I type this, he is googling "gift ideas for 9 year old boys" to try to come up with another idea.

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Friday, 19 December 2008


Almost. I have four more gifts to wrap and then I am offically DONE! WOOOOOOOT!

Have I mentioned how much I HATE wrapping? Thank GOD that's almost done.

In other news, the snow is coming down fast and furious. It has not stopped since 8:30 this morning...look:


UGH. I'm all for a white Christmas, but this is ridiculous. Everything's being cancelled, people are staying home or leaving work early...crazy...and it's not supposed to stop any time soon. Then, once it DOES finally stop, we are expected to get another storm on Sunday.

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Wednesday, 17 December 2008

As if I needed something else to worry about...

Threepeat has a rash all over his trunk, spreading up to his neck and on his groin.

Back to the doctor we go...of course my doctor is doubled booked all day, so I see another of his associates...Dr. C. She was kinda mean and very abrupt, telling me that he does NOT have strep throat, he has a virus and that is what is causing the rash.

She told me to stop the antibiotics until the results of the throat swab that Dr. L took on Monday are back (maybe by 5:00 today, maybe tomorrow). I walked away cursing her under my breath...Dr. L knows EVERYTHING...who is SHE to second guess him.

I went for my LOOOOOONG overdue hair appointment and whilst I was waiting for my hair to "bake", I called the doctor's office to see if the results were in. They were. He does not have strep throat. He has a virus. I googled "viral rash" and found that Threepeat has roseola. High fever, often accompanied by febrile seizure, for 3-5 days and then 24 hours after the fever breaks, a rash on the trunk, sometimes spreading to the extremities.


Dr. L was wrong for the first time in the 15 years I have been seeing him. Dr. C, the biatch, was right. Dammit I hate when that happens.

So, needless to say, Threepeat is off the Zithromax.

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Tuesday, 16 December 2008

The power of prayer

Call me a thumper, I don't care.

I have prayed more over the last three days than I have in my entire life. I also know that many people have prayed for us. Once again, I believe in the power of prayer.

Threepeat is MUCH better. He is not 100%, but I guess after having a full on seizure and then dealing with strep throat and high fever, he is entitled to take his time getting back to his old self. He is happier, less clingy (praise the Lord) and is slowly returning to normal. Thank you Sir Alexander Fleming!

I am also slowly starting to feel better...emotionally AND physically. When your baby is sick, it takes ALOT out of oh man.

Thank you everyone for your thoughts, prayers, phone calls and emails. I couldn't have gotten through this horrible ordeal without you.

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Monday, 15 December 2008

Pretty please....

Will you vote for me? PLEASE?????

vote for me?


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Field trip jitters

Boy Oneder is going on a field trip tomorrow.

"So what?" you ask.

Well, tomorrow is a milestone for us. Boy Oneder is going on a ski trip with the school. This makes me VERY nervous.

"Why?" you ask.

1. He has never skiied before;
2. The school bus is taking him up north to the tundra that is Barrie;
3. I like his arms and legs in the number of pieces that they are now.

I'm sure he will be fine and I am sure he will have the time of his life, but I won't rest until he is home safe, with no broken bones. Pin It

To the doctor, to the doctor...

to find out for sure...

Home again, home again with a cause and a cure.

FINALLY, I think we have found the cause of Threepeat's high fever...strep throat.

It struck me last night that neither the ER doctor, nor the on call doctor yesterday look at his throat. Very weird, considering that the three most common places for infection are chest, ears and throat, right?

Anyway, I took him in to our doctor this morning, who I absolutely ADORE, and he again checked his chest and ears and declared them "crystal clear". Then, he took out his trusty "popsicle stick" and looked in Threepeat's throat.

"WOW!" he says.

"What?" I ask.

"That throat is NASTY! His tonsils are HUGE and there is pus literally dripping from the back of his throat!"

I told him that no one had checked his throat and he was shocked. He couldn't believe it.

He took a throat swab (just for his mind it is definitely strep) and gave us a prescription for Zithromax). He had his first dose half an hour ago.

I'm really ticked. If that ER doctor had looked at his throat, chances are, she would have seen that it looked bad, taken a swab and we could have had him on antibiotics for three days now. He wouuld be back to normal. Even if yesterday's doctor had looked, at least he would be on day two of antibiotic treatment today.


My doctor said his fever will probably still fluctuate for a couple of days, but he should be feeling better by Wednesday.

Come onnnnnnnnn Wednesday!!

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Sunday, 14 December 2008

Threepeat update...

His fever is back. I will be taking him in tomorrow to see our regular doctor afterall.

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On the mend?

After a RAGING fever of 104.7 late last night, Threepeat woke up at 10:00 am (wow) with a normal temperature.

I decided to take him into the doctor to be safe, so this morning, I called the office and got a 12:40 appointment with the on-call doctor. He checked his temperature...normal; he checked his ears...clear; he checked his chest and back...perfect. The diagnosis? "I don't know. I wish I had a better answer for you."

He said it could have been an ear infection that cleared up on its own or it could be virus that still may produce a cough or runny nose. His recommendation for treatment? Nothing.

I am completely drained. I feel like I have been hit by a mack truck...for reals. The stress, anxiety and worry has been unbelievable all weekend. I guess I am a little more at ease after seeing the doctor today, but I feel like complete crap.

Sigh...thank you for your thoughts and prayers.
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Saturday, 13 December 2008

First and hopefully LAST ambulance ride.

Last night, I had the scare of my life. I have never, ever been so terrifed.

Out of nowhere, Threepeat had a febrile seizure. It was the most awful, frightening experience of my life. I hope I never, EVER experience it again.

Threepeat has had a runny nose for a couple of days and yesterday, he was kind of clingy, but nothing that struck me as anything more than a little cold. No fever, he was eating fairly well, so I was not worried at all.

We were at Boy Oneder's hockey arena and when I changed Threepeat into his pajamas in the washroom, he was shivering. I dressed him as quickly as I could. I put his jammies on and then his coat and as I pulled his hands through the sleeves, I thought, "Man, his hands are FREEZING!" I checked his head with my lips and my wrist and he was totally normal.

MIL started pushing the stroller around the lobby so that he would fall asleep and I looked back a few times and he was falling asleep.

Next thing I know, MIL is behind me, saying that she thought something was wrong with Threepeat. I jumped up and looked at him, in the stroller, and he was convulsing. His eyes were rolled back, he was stiff and he was shaking in an obvious seizure. Terrified, I ran to the arena office and yelled for the receptionist to call 911. I ran back to Threepeat and started screaming for help, "Is anyone a doctor??!! HELP ME PLEASE!" It was about 8:25 pm.

Within seconds, we were surrounded by tons of people and I was in a complete panic. Two lovely ladies, who I had never met, were hugging me and telling me it was going to be OK. Another lady told me she was CPR certified and started taking off him jacket and lying him on his side. All the while, he was convulsing. Drool and foam were coming out of his mouth and people were all freaking out.

After what seemed like an eternity, but I am told was less than five minutes, he slowly stopped shaking and was laying there, completely out of it. The ambulance arrived and put him on the stretcher and put an oxygen mask on him.

When we got to the hospital, he was completely unresponsive and I cannot explain the panic I felt. His fever was 39.8...whatever that means...I think it's 102.5. They asked me a million questions and alot of it is a blur.

After alot of poking, prodding and chattering, I finally started singing baa-baa-black sheep to him and, praise the Lord, at about 9:15, he opened his eyes. He even giggled once. The nurse gave him some tylenol, little by little, while he cried the whole time (he HATES meds) and then not five minutes later, he puked it all back up...all over his jammies...the only clothes I had for him. Sigh.

We stripped him down and then the nurse gave him a suppository (poor dude). At around 10:00, we offered him a popsicle which he would have nothing to do with and a few minutes later, he fell asleep on my chest. The nurse came back to check his temperature (rectally) poor dude. It was clue what that is in farenheit, but the main thing is that it was coming down.

They finally got us a bed in an isolation room and he slept on my chest on the gurney the whole time. The nurse checked his blood pressure while he slept and it was 93/51...whatever that means...she said normal for his size.

The doctor finally saw us at about midnight and checked his chest and ears while he slept. She explained febrile seizures and what to do if he had another one and said that although his ear was a little red, sometimes, viruses can cause it. She wrote a prescription for antibiotics and said not to fill it for a couple of days. She said if he still has a fever in a couple of days, to have him seen by our family doctor.

We stopped at a 24 hour drug store to get some acetaminaphin suppositories and got home around 1:00. Boy Oneder was still up, in a panic waiting to see his baby brother and was so relieved to kiss his forehead before he finally headed to bed.

I gave Threepeat the suppositories in his sleep and then headed into Boy Oneder's bed...he was pretty shaken up. We chatted until about 1:30 and then we both slept together while Hubster slept with Threepeat. He slept until 5:30 and was really warm, so I gave him more suppositories and he watched tv for half an hour.

Hubster took him downstairs at about 7:00 so that I could sleep for a couple of hours. At 9:30, Hubster came up and said that Threepeat had slept for an hour from 8:00 until 9:00. I got ready to take Middleman to his hockey practice and at 9:40, gave Threepeat some Motrin, which, thank God, he kept down.

He has been happy and playing ever since, not eating alot, but we are pushing juice and milk. He had a half a can of chicken rice soup for lunch and was about ready for a nap, so Hubster took him out for a little fresh air while he gets a haircut...Boy Oneder went with him.

I am going to spend an hour or so with Middleman...finally some one on one time with him.

My whole body aches, especially my head. I cannot even begin to explain how scary that was. I've read about febrile seizures, I know exactly what to do in the situation, I am CPR certified, but when it's YOUR baby, ALL of that goes out the window.

Now, we are watching his every move and are all on's awful. The worst part is that there is NO warning if it were to happen again. The cause is a rapid rise in temperature, not the fever itself and apparently, if he is going to have one, no tylenol would stop it.

Thank God he's alright. Pin It

Wednesday, 10 December 2008

The story of the boots.

Every year, I buy the kids a new pair of boots. Not only do their feet (and everything else) grow like weeds, but by the end of winter, their boots look like they've been through a war.

Last year, I found a pair of boots for each of them for a STEAL. Really thick, thermal, warm, waterproof winter boots for $29.99 a pair. I grabbed them baby! I bought them a size too big and put them away for this winter.

Today is December 10th.

Last night, when Middleman came home from school, his feet were SOAKED. He had been playing outside in the snow/icy puddles and his feet looked like raisins. His waterproof boots weren't so waterproof afterall.

This morning, when Middleman was getting ready for school, I checked the inside of his boots and they were still soaked. I had them upside down on one of the heating vents all night, but they were still wet.

A couple of weeks ago, I had to get new boots for Boy Oneder because his feet grew TWO sizes this year, so I had stored his old (new) boots in the basement for Middleman next year. I went downstairs to get them, thinking about how smart I was for keeping them for Middleman, but couldn't find them. MIL, being the Saint that she is, cleaned out an area of the basement last week and gave alot of old coats and shoes to charity...including Boy Oneder's old (new) boots. It is TOTALLY my fault, because I told her to get rid of it all, not mentioning Boy Oneder's old (new) boots. Sigh.

So, poor Middleman went to school this morning with plastic bags wrapped around his feet in his gross, smelly, wet boots. He was SO upset because everyone would "think I am a loser with these stupid bags on my feet!" Poor guy.

So, at 9:45, I headed off to Walmart to get him a new pair of winter boots. He comes home for lunch, so he could wear the new ones this afternoon.

Today is December 10th...we are still in the fall season. Winter hasn't officially started yet.

Walmart's shelves are stacked with lovely SUMMER shoes. There were two rows of and a half of which were girls' boots and the other half a row were toddler/little guy boots. There was a half a row of mens' boots, but the smallest size was 10. He has big feet, but mens' size 10 would have been a TAD BIT too big.

I was really pissed at this point.

I left with my head down, wondering what the hell I was going to do. As I got into my car, I noticed a "Payless Shoes" sign out of the corner of my eye. GOLDEN! I drove across the parking lot.

The lady at Payless was lovely and took me straight to the boys' size 6 section. There they were...a pair of black siz 6 winter boots. SAAAWEET!

"How much?" I asked.

"Oooh...let me have a look...$59.99."

"GULP. Oh my God...that's alot of money. Do you have any others?"

"Hmmm..." (looks around) "No...sorry."

"Crap." I explained the whole bag on the feet story, especially the Walmart summer shoes part and said I had no choice but to take them.

$67.00 later, I was on my way home with brand spanking new boots for Middleman.

Eff word. I don't even remember the last time I spent $67.00 on a pair of boots for MYSELF, let alone my still-growing 9-year old son.

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Monday, 8 December 2008

What happened to my baby??!!

How does a boy go from this:

to this:

in five minutes? Oh wait...he's twelve and a half. Crap time flies.

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Sunday, 7 December 2008

My little men...

Thank you Heather from Crumbsnatchers for this GREAT new siggy!!


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Saturday, 6 December 2008

Family time

So, most of you will remember that Middleman was crying the blues about how BAD a mother I am. Yeah...that.

That child bitched and moaned ALL day today that he had to come with us for a little drive to the north (to kill some time while Threepeat slept) and then to Longo's for a grocery trip. He made it sound like we were torturing him,

So, whilst at Longo's, I told him that we should buy some ingredients to make cookies together. He was ALL for it. Hubster and Boy Oneder had a hockey practice tonight at 5:00, so I told Middleman it was the perfect time to make our cookies. I set Threepeat up with the kitchen sink and a dripping water faucet...he LOVED every second of the water-rama, so that Middleman and I could have some "individual time". We mixed all the ingredients and when it was time to "spoon the mix onto a greased cookie sheet", he asked if he could call Alexander to see if he could play. EFFER! My kitchen is a FRICKIN' disaster and this little crapper who made me lose sleep last night, asks if he can go and play with the neighbour boy? DAMMIT.

As I type this, Middleman is at Alexander's house playing Nintendo DS.

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Friday, 5 December 2008

Daddy and his Baby

I love this photo!

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Thursday, 4 December 2008

I suck.

Tonight, I got an earful from Middleman.

And, unfortunately, he made TOTAL sense.

He was upset that Threepeat knocked down the mega-blocks tower that he had made before I saw it and, considering that I think he was already overtired, the knocking over of the tower was the straw that broke the camel's back.

The tears flowed freely as he cried and yelled about how Threepeat ALWAYS breaks his things and that Hubster and I give him ALL the attention and that we NEVER spend any time with him individually. He cried that we used to have family game night on Fridays until Threepeat was born and now, we never do that anymore.

My heart broke.

I hugged him and promised that things would change. I apologized and begged for forgiveness. It was all I could do not to cry right along with him. As much as Hubster and I have tried to give the older boys attention, clearly it has not been enough. And he is right.


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Tuesday, 2 December 2008

Proud Middleman...

Mr. Collins, our Vice-Principal, who I just LOVE, sums up the reasons for the award:


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So proud I could POP!

In about one hour, Hubster and I are heading to the school to see Middleman receive the "What Would Jesus Do Award" for Term 1.

One child from each class receives the WWJD award each term. The award is given to the child who shows Christian values and compassion and caring for others. To Hubster and I, this award is worth so much more than an academic award. You can teach a child reading, writing and math, but being a good person supercedes any academics.

God blessed me abundantly with my boys! Pin It

Monday, 1 December 2008

Don't touch the ....

Since he started walking, Threepeat has a terrible habit of opening MIL's china cabinet in the front hallway, taking out her ornaments, some of which are, I suspect, kind of expensive, and relocating said ornaments wherever he feels they "work" better.

In order to curtail this behaviour (and save all of the adults' sanity), I have wrapped a horrible piece of string around the handles of the cabinet, and now, he cannot open the cabinet.

But, before I had this "aha" moment with said string, we must have said, "DON'T TOUCH THE CHINA!" a gazillion times...each.

Threepeat learned that phrase and all we have to say now is, "Don't touch the..." and he yells, "CHINA!"

This weekend, we put up our brand spanking new tree with brand spanking new ornaments and ribbons. I bought all non-glass ornaments so that when Mr. Into Everything removed them from the tree (it was inevitable) they would not break nor cause him bodily harm.

The new phrase in the house is "DON'T TOUCH THE TREE!!" and do you know, that in two short days, threepeat has learned the phrase too?!! EXCEPT, this is how it goes:


"China tree!"

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Sunday, 30 November 2008

He shoots, he SCORES!!

What a GREAT hockey day we've had!

Middleman's team played SO well this afternoon. He refused to eat before the game (he played at 1:00) because he didn't want to "get cramps". I begged and pleaded and he finally agreed to eat a banana. Sigh. I was just glad to have SOMETHING in his tummy for energy.

Anyway, either his not-eating or my forced banana worked! He scored his team's first goal of the game!!! They ended up losing in the end, but what a fantastic game.

Boy Oneder's game was at 6:00 and the whole fam went to watch. If I was not there to see it myself, I would not have believed it...THEY WON! THEY ACTUALLY WON THEIR FIRST GAME OF THE SEASON!!! AND....Boy Oneder scored the team's first goal of the game! YIPPPPPPPPPPPEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! What an exciting and fantastic game to watch! Those kids (and the coaches) were ECSTATIC!!! They SO deserved this!!!

So now, I have NO voice and everyone in the league thinks I am a mental case, but I.don' My kids played fantastic hockey today and I am PROUD!!!! Pin It

Saturday, 29 November 2008

Sweet dreams

Last night, I slept with Threepeat (per usual...we are co-sleepers) and, for a change, Middleman. Hubster slept with Boy Oneder.

Middleman used to be a kicker, moaner and tooth-grinder. But, no more my friends. My middle child is now a sound, quiet sleeper. In fact, you would not even realize that he was in your bed.

When Threepeat woke up this morning, at 6:45 am....YAWN...Middleman didn't flinch. He is a sound sleeper man.

I sent Threepeat into Boy Oneder's room (where Hubster was hiding out) and, after a few minutes of prodding, Hubster woke up (SHOCK, SURPRISE AND WOW!!!) and changed his diaper. I stayed in bed for 10 minutes. Yeah, I know, I am a loser. I got up at 7:02 am, went downstairs and made egg and cheese bagels for Hubster and Threepeat. Yes, I AM a SAINT.

Anyway, my point is that Middleman, who used to be the most restless sleeper in the world, is now quiet and calm. Do you HEAR that future wives????!!!! Pin It

Thursday, 27 November 2008

Another proud day!

Tonight was parent-teacher interview night, wherein we hear how wonderful our kids are.

Boy Oneder is "a pleasure to teach", "a leader", "going to succeed in ANYTHING he puts his mind to in this lifetime", "extremely intelligent" and "very popular with his classmates".

Middleman is "so sweet", "ALWAYS on task", "so quiet and good mannered", "very well-liked", "quick to help in the classroom" and "a little gem".

THAT, my friends, is what a Mommy likes to hear. Every year, it's the same thing, but I will never, EVER get tired of hearing such wonderful things about my children. Pin It

Wednesday, 26 November 2008

SO proud!

Gosh I love my boys.

Tonight, I am sitting in bed, with my chest puffed out in pride...for today was report card day. Yes, my friends, another term of fantastic report cards. Boy Oneder's reading mark is 82%. EIGHTY-TWO PERCENT. His algebra mark was 97%. NINETY-FREAKING-SEVEN PERCENT!!!! UnBEElievable.

Middleman had 4 A's and 10 B's...most of which were B+'s.

Smart boys!!!

I had the extreme pleasure of accompanying Boy Oneder on a school trip to the Toronto Marlies hockey game today. Seeing all the other grade 7 brats, I was again proud to say that he was mine...well behaved on the bus, quiet and respectful to all the teachers, just a pleasure to be with.

I am blessed beyond blessed with my children. Days like today make me so glad to be a Mom and so thankful to God for giving them to me. Pin It

Monday, 24 November 2008

And the winners are.....

Drawn randomly, from a hat:

First prize : $25.00 Gift Card to Fruits & Passion ...

Wendy (mapsgirl) - WOW Wendy...this is your lucky week girl!!

Four consolation prizes : $10.00 Gift Card to Fruits & Passion ...

jennt (she doesn't have a blog...BAD Jenn! LOL)
Brenda (fungdanny) No blog
Tina L (what's with all you people not having blogs??!!)
Ourfamilyishis (there is a blog, but only invited peeps can see it...can I have an invite please??!!)

Thank you to all who entered. I wish I had more to give away.

Please email me your snail mail addy and I will pop them in the mail ASAP. My email address is

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Sunday, 23 November 2008

Boy oh boy oh boy!!

My first award on this blog! YIPPEE!!

Wendy over at Funny Things Are Everywhere has bestowed this award on me and I am thrilled! Thanks so much Wendy!

As with most awards, there are rules and they are as follows:

1. Put the award up on your blog
2. Add a link to the person who awarded it to you
3. Nominate at least seven other blogs
4. Add links to these blogs on your blog
5. Leave a message for your nominee on their blog

My nominees are:

Mama Mara
Limey Girl
It's a Boy's Life


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Saturday, 22 November 2008

On the mend

I think we are all on the mend (knock wood, fingers crossed, etc.) Threepeat's antibiotics must be working their magic because his fever is gone.

My tummy still hurts, but now, it's bearable. Hubster is much better. Middleman is 100% and Nanna and Boy Oneder are healthy...praise the Lord.

Winter sucks. Sickness sucks.

The boys are off to a pantomime with my Mom and my nieces tomorrow, so I am glad they are well.

Don't forget about my contest. The deadline is tomorrow at 6:00 pm EST. GOOD LUCK!! Pin It

Friday, 21 November 2008 bad.

A HUGE thank you goes out to "Anonymous" for his/her comment about the value of the gift cards for my contest. He/she is in fact correct when he/she says that only one of the gift cards is worth $25.00 the other four are $10.00...we Bzzagents are smart cookies, I tell you!

Ooops. Sorry peeps. I guess this is a lesson for me...if you are going to hold a contest, be sure to know exactly what the prizes are dumbass. Still, $10.00 is better than $0.00 right? Since there are now more than five entries, the names will be drawn from a hat and the first person drawn will get the $25.00 cards. The next four will get the $10.00 cards.


To those who have already commented, I noticed that none of you have completed your tasks correctly EITHER, so I guess I'm not the ONLY dumbass! (I jest). Here is an excerpt from the contest rules for your reference:

If you'd like a gift card, all you have to do is comment here on my blog, telling me what you love about Fruits and Passions products and stores. Also, if you have a blog, you should mention this contest on your blog ( scratch my back and I'll scratch yours baby!)

Those of you who have a blog should go and blog about my super-fantastic contest. Go...go NOW!

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Wednesday, 19 November 2008

!*!*!*!*CONTEST ALERT!*!*!*!

Christmas is almost here. Who couldn't do with an extra $25.00 to spend at a fantastic store...namely Fruits & Passion?! I am a BzzAgent with and just for spreading the word about how great Fruits & Passion is, I have five gift cards to give away...$25.00 a pop.

Hubster and I absolutely LOVE the Cucina hand soap and cream...the smell of the coriander and olive oil fragrance is just so amazing. I bought my first set at Niagara Falls Casino a couple of years ago and now, I will have no other soap in my kitchen!!!

If you'd like a gift card, all you have to do is comment here on my blog, telling me what you love about Fruits and Passions products and stores. Also, if you have a blog, you should mention this contest on your blog ( scratch my back and I'll scratch yours baby!)

Contest deadline is this Sunday, November 22nd at 6:00 pm EST. If there are more than five entries, names will be drawn from a hat.

Have fun and good luck!

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Monday, 17 November 2008

The next Canadian Idol?

My little man is proving to be quite the crooner!

What do YOU think?


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Sunday, 16 November 2008

Sleepover at Grandma's

Boy Oneder and Middleman spent the night at Grandma's house last night. They LOVE going to Grandma's house to sleep...I think she secretly spoils them! ;o)

Anyway, apparently, Middleman didn't have a very good night. He had tummy ache. He didn't eat supper and went to bed with just a couple of cookies and milk in his belly. At 12:30, he went into Grandma's room with a belly ache and she cuddled with him and he spent the rest of the night in her bed.

He wasn't himself most of yesterday and I think the main reason was because the boy who slept over kept him up until 11:15 (Middleman DOES like his bed and 11:15 is WAAAY past bedtime) as well as waking him up at 6:00 am. Not good. Middleman needs his sleep.

So, all day, he was exhausted and out of sorts, but Grandma told me she had a long chat with him and it turns out that the probable cause of his tummy troubles is actually nerves. Long story short, he was thinking about his hockey game this morning and was worrying about whether he would get there on time (10:00). Grandma lives 30 minutes in the opposite direction of the arena where he was to play and I think it was worrying him. I called this morning and after a short discussion with Grandma, told Middleman that he didn't have to play and apparently, he made a miraculous recovery.

He has been "playing it up" a little this afternoon because he wouldn't want us to think he was a faker, but as I type this, his friend is here and they are laughing and playing Wii.


So, he got out of another hockey game. He hates to exercise and loves to loaf around...hmmm...wonder where he got THAT gene...CERTAINLY not from ME...his over-achieving, fit, healthy, active mother. (rolls eyes) Pin It

Saturday, 15 November 2008

Birthday cake and vomit...not necessarily in that order.

Threepeat has had a cold for a few days. Nothing at all major, just a yucky, gunky, stuffy and runny nose.

We had the neighbour twins' birthday party today and knowing the typical party fare, pizza would be the main course. The party was at a really fun playplace, so I knew that Threepeat would have very little time to sit and eat, so I made him some pastina before we left. He ate most of it and got really messy in the process, so I carried him into the family room to change him. My big mistake? I carried him with my arm under his belly, on my side...putting pressure on his "full o' pastina" belly. I sat him on my lap and he burped. Then he made a funny face. Then he gagged. All was quiet for a moment and then I heard that sound. You know...THAT sound...the gurgling, bubbling sound of vomit making its way back up the esophagus...EVERY mother knows that sound.

I had just taken off his pastina-covered pants, so I held them under his chin and caught the little mouthful of puke...nice. I yelled for MIL as I could hear the rumbling in his tummy again and I ran into the kitchen. We JUST missed the sink. Bits of pastina were flying everywhere...all over me, the floor, Threepeat, the counter, MIL, EVERYWHERE. Ewwwww.

I got him cleaned up with MIL and then limped away to change. UGH.

I got him re-dressed and we headed out for the party. I'm sure that the puking was not sicknesss related, but was caused by the pressure I put on his belly, otherwise, there would be NO way I would have taken him.

He ran around like a champ at the party and ate fruit and cake. He loved the cake...he ate Middleman's piece AND Boy Oneder's leftovers. He is sleeping now and I'm not suprised. He was NON-STOP action for the two hours that we were at the party!

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Friday, 14 November 2008

Ready? Aim...PEE!

What is it with boys and bad aim?

I'm not talking about aiming when throwing a baseball...most boys rock at that. I'm not talking about aiming a watergun...well not really anyway...boys are usually great at soaking whatever poor sucker is their target.

What I am talking about is their God-given waterguns. You know...their pee-pees. Middleman is NOTORIOUS for missing the toilet. Well, he doesn't miss the toilet altogether...he misses the WATER in the toilet bowl. He showers the seat, the floor, sometimes he even hits the GARBAGE CAN for the love of all things holy, but hitting that water is a real difficult task for him!

I got pretty angry with him one day after he had JUST walked out of the loo. He denied that he was the one who did it, but there was urine everywhere. He cried while I made him clean it up...I KNOW it was him because I used the bathroom right before he did and there was no pee in sight when *I* was in there. Anyway, I told him that from now on, he had to sit down to pee. Well, him aim was a little better from a seated position and for a long time, there were no pee puddles to clean. I also told him that if his aim didn't improve, he would be punished. (read as: lose his Nintendo DS for a spell) It's AMAZING what a boy can do when faced with such a cruel and unusual punishment!

But slowly, the puddles started showing up again. I approached Middleman about a week ago and he SWORE that he sits down to pee EVERY time. So, I snuck in on him one day when he least expected it. He was sitting down! BUT...when he was done, I went back in for an inspection and low and behold there was pee on the toilet seat. I asked him what happened and he told me that he drips when he is done and...get this...I am quoting here: "I always wobble it when I am done, but sometimes, there are still drips left over and they fall when I stand up." HA! So could I be mad?

So I told him that when he stands up, he must check for drippage and if there is any, he needs to use toilet paper to clean the seat/floor. He agreed and so far, so good.

So, you moms out there who have girls...feel for me will ya?

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Thursday, 13 November 2008

And then there were FIVE to my ONE


In a weak moment, I called Middleman's friend's mom and invited him for a sleep over tomorrow night.


ANOTHER boy? A NINE YEAR OLD boy to boot? It is ALL about the Chaotic cards and Nintendo Wii. Sigh.

When my boys finally bring home girlfriends, is it inappropriate for me to latch on to said girls and be their BFF?

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Threepeat has a cold

Poor baby. His nose is all stuffy and he is finding it hard to breathe.

He's such a champ though...he is tough as nails and doesn't act sick, unlike his drama-queen brothers.

That's it for today...I have to go and wipe his nose for the 50th time this morning (its 8:22 am). Pin It

Monday, 10 November 2008

Boy oh Boy oh Boy!

Welcome to the world of Dawn...

It's a busy world full of snips and snails and puppy dog tails.
It's a masculine world of testosterone and sweat.
It's a dirty world of open toilet seats and fart contests.
It's a mean world of yelling and punch fighting.
It's a blue world where the only pink items are my underwear and the odd frilly bra.
It's a lonely world where I am outnumbered four to one.
It's a tough world that is NOT for the weak.

My goal with this blog is to let you into my world. The world of my three sons.

Boy oh Boy oh Boy will this be fun.
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Sunday, 9 November 2008

"Hockey sucks"

That was what Boy Oneder had to say after yet ANOTHER loss tonight. Boy Oneder was on the losingest team EVER last year and unfortunately, this year is proving to be a duplication. The team is REALLY bad. The worst part? Hubster is the coach this year.

I watched the game tonight and it was painful. There are only about three or four kids on the team that actually hustle. The rest of them float around like little butterflies...they'll get there when they get there. It's beyond frustrating.

Boy Oneder scored the first goal of the game, and what a beautiful goal it was...but it all went downhill from there. The final score was 7-3. Last week's slaughter was 9-0. I guess tonight was an improvement if you are a glass-half-full kind of person.

Unforch, Boy Oneder is NOT one of those people tonight. His glass is bordering on empty. He's pissed. And to be honest, who can blame him? This is houseleague hockey...the teams should be balanced so that if they do lose, it's not a complete blow out. The convenor claims he has done all he can...blah, blah, blah...but in the meantime, these kids are losing It sucks to lose so badly ALL the time.

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Friday, 7 November 2008

Boy Oneder

In February, 1995, I quit smoking in preparation for getting pregnant. Hubster wanted me to have quit for at least six months before we even started trying because he didn't want me to relapse, so on a cold and bitter winter night on February 4th, 1995, I smoked my last cigarette. It was TOUGH. I used the patch, which helped, but it certainly still took everything in me to stop.

In May, it had been three months since I quit and I was getting antsy. I started bugging Hubster to start trying to begin our family. I don't know if it was my begging or the wine I fed him, but we started trying. We did everything according to the books, watching my cycles and "meeting" on the right nights. May turned to June and June turned to July and I wasn't pregnant. I thought for SURE it would only take once...isn't that what our parents tell us when we are teeneagers? Sigh. In August, I started taking my temperature every morning and using charts and reading fertility websites and stuff. Nothing. September rolled around. Another big fat NEGATIVE. I was devastated. It was also at this point that I "accepted" the fact that I was baron...never to conceive a child.

October came around and I had pretty much given up. I checked my temperature in the mornings and it never rose above the baseline. I told myself that I wasn't ovulating and was a lost cause. Unfortunately, no doctor would even see me until I had been trying to conceive for a full year. Dammit.

Imagine my surprise on that early November day when I peed on a stick and saw a pink line. OMGOSH!!! I was STUNNED. Hubster hadn't come home from work yet, so I had no one to show it to. The short time it took him to get home felt like HOURS, but I was waiting for him on the porch, barely able to breathe. I ran up to him and showed him my stick. It was dark, so we went inside and he saw it. The darkest pink line you could even imagine. I thought for sure that there was something wrong with the HPT...that line was SO must have been a dud. We hopped in the car and drove to Shoppers Drug Mart, where we picked up another double pack of home pregnancy tests. I would only need one. The line was just as dark. WE WERE PREGNANT!!!

I realize now that six months is NOT a long time to try to conceive, but when you are going through the emotional hell of it, ANY amount of time is hell. My heart goes out to women who try for YEARS.

So now that I was pregnant, I thought of NOTHING else. It consumed me morning, noon and night.

About two weeks after I found out we were expecting, the morning, noon and night sickness kicked in. After 14 weeks of pure hell, requiring me to take Diclectin in order to function, the nausea finally wore off. THAT my friends was awful. The sciatica kicked in quite nicely afterwards, along with hemmoroids and heart burn. Oh yes friends, pregnancy certainly did NOT agree with me.

Towards the end of my pregnancy, I knew I was having a boy. Not because we found out through an ultrasound or some other medicial technology. Not even because MIL's side of the family all told me it was so because I sat on a knife instead of scissors, I had no butt and I was all belly. No folks, I knew he was a boy because I grew balls. I swore like a trucker and had patience for NO ONE. It as pretty nasty.

I was due on July 7th, 1996, but Boy Oneder decided that June 28th would be his 5:23 pm to be exact. I had my first contractions in the night of the 27th and didn't realize that they were contractions...oh yes my friends, I had BACK LABOUR. Ouch is an understatement. Long story short, I went to the doctor for my regular appointment at 11:15 and was 4 cms dilated. He told me to go home and have a snack and go to the hospital around 1:00. We arrived at 1:30 and I was 5-6 cms. They broke my water at 2:40 and all hell broke loose WITH my water. Back labour is excrutiating torture. Boy Oneder came into this world and I did it without the help of any drugs. He weighed 6 lbs, 15 ozs. From June 28th, 1996 at 5:23 pm, a piece of my heart has walked outside of my body.

Boy Oneder was named for his two grandfathers. It is an Italian tradition to name the first son after the father's father and I wanted my Dad honoured as well, so his middle name is my Dad's.

His grandfathers, who have both passed away, adored Boy Oneder. Hubster's Dad had his namesake and my Dad had his boy. They worshipped the ground that kid walked on. It breaks my heart that neither of them are still here to see what a wonderful boy he is growing up to be. They both played a part in his wonderful personality.

And that is the story of my Boy Oneder. My handsome, sensitive, loving, affectionate Boy Oneder.

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When Boy Oneder turned two, we started getting "So when are you having another one?"

To be completely honest, I was very happy with just Boy Oneder. I was a very nervous first-time Mom and I lost alot of sleep over things like minor colds and things that I realize now were ridiculous. I missed out on alot of Boy Oneder's infancy and toddlerhood because of worry...unfounded, extreme and debilitating worry. I dreaded the thought of adding another child to my worry list which was already overflowing.

But, I wanted a brother or sister for Boy Oneder. My Mom was an only child and she always told me she hated being so lonely. I didn't want Boy Oneder to be lonely all his life. So, in August, 1998, we started trying. I started charting my temperature right away and was thrilled to see a rise in the first month! Woot! But alas, August turned to September and still no BFP.

October 13th is obviously a lucky day for Hubster and I because that's the day I got pregnant with Middleman...3 years to the DAY since I got pregnant with Boy Oneder! What are the chances of THAT? After a blood test to confirm that I was in fact pregnant, my doctor confirmed a due date of July 7th, 1999...three years to the day of Boy Oneder's due date! Amazing.

In true Dawn form, I got extreme nausea within two weeks of my pregnancy confirmation, only this time, it was worse. I had a toddler to take care of as well as a baby in my belly that was causing EVERYTHING to make me sick. I started on my trusty Diclectin, but this time, I suffered until I was 17 weeks along. Hell, I tell you.

At 19 weeks, we went for an ultrasound to find out if we were having a girl or a boy. The technician knew instantly that we were having another boy. Sigh. I have to admit that for a fleeting moment, I was disappointed. I really wanted a girl. But within moments, that disappointment was gone...she showed us all his little parts...perfect hands and feet and a lovely little nose...all was good.

I got pretty uncomfortable towards the end of my pregnancy and stopped working in early June. I had a few wonderful weeks to spend with Boy last weeks to dote on him before he had to move over and make room for his brother. We watched "A Baby Story" together every day, shared ice cream and naps every afternoon. I'll always cherish those days. They were so special.

On June 28th, 1999, Boy Oneder's third birthday, we were in the middle of a family water fight, running around the outside of the house like crazy people. No wonder when we finally stopped to have supper, I started having contractions! I bathed Boy Oneder and we dropped him off at my in-laws' house and we were off the hospital.

We arrived at the hospital at about 8:30. They checked me and confirmed that I was in fact in labour. They advised that I walk around to get things going, but it seemed that every time I would lie down, the contractions got stronger and they stopped when I walked. Hmmm. At around 11:30, I got into the, what a blessing THAT was! They got me out at midnight, when the doctor arrived and when she checked me, I was 7 cms dilated. She broke my water and just like with Boy Oneder, all hell broke loose. The contractions were one on top of the other and I was barely able to hold it together.

I was finally allowed to push at 2:00 am and 7 lbs, 3.5 ozs Middleman joined us at 2:14 am. He missed sharing his birthday with Boy Oneder by 2 hours and 14 minutes!

Because I gave birth in the birthing centre instead of the hospital, I was home by 10:30 the next morning. I was so glad to be able to go back home to my Boy Oneder, who I had never left overnight before.

Middleman fit into our family like a glove. He was a lovely baby, so quiet and easy. He breastfed like a champ and did so until he was 18 months old!

I loved Boy Oneder so much and wondered how on earth I could love another baby at all let alone as much as I loved Boy Onder...but I did...and I do. I learned on June 29th, 1999 that a mother's love doesn't divide, it multiplies.

And that is the story of my sweet, intelligent, quiet, beautiful Middleman.

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Wednesday, 5 November 2008


Threepeat was not supposed to be. You see, Hubster decided a loooong time ago (read as: when Middleman was born) that his childmaking days were over. Done. Finished. HA! Thank goodness, God had other plans.

I have wanted another child since Middleman was 5 weeks old. He was SUCH a good baby that I just SO desperately wanted to enjoy another one. Every chance I got, I BEGGED Hubster and every time he said no. It was awful. Every time I saw, smelled or touched a baby, my uterus and ovaries would ache for another baby. I just knew with every ounce of me that I was not done having babies. But, I must admit, I gave up hope.

On July 30, 2006, I wrote this entry in a secret blog that only I knew about:

I'm anonymous (for now) for the following reasons:

I just need a place to vent, cry, obsess and dream. No one else needs to read this right now.
No one else would understand why I would want to start all over again and I just can't deal with people being all opinionated about it.

Reasons why *I* want another child:

I'd like a girl...long shot, but a possibility;
I just don't feel complete yet;
I loved every moment of my childrens' babyhoods...from all-nighters to breastfeeding to diapers to teething...loved everything;
Our family needs new life. We have dealt with so much death...a new baby is just what we all need;
I need to quit smoking and a baby will help me get on that quicker;
I am now an only child because I lost my only sister. I want my children to have a sibling to grow old with.

I have wanted a third child since my youngest (now 7) was 5 weeks old. I just knew that our family was not yet complete. As much as I would like a girl (and that is ALOT), I just don't feel complete yet and I just know in my heart that three is our number.

In the last few days, my husband and I have discussed the possibility of a third child. Last night, we had unprotected sex, beginning our quest.

I am 36 years old, and will be 37 in August. My husband is 39, turning 40 in October. Time is definitely of the essence. I am a little concerned about my age, but, not enough yet to not try.

I will be posting my feelings, my thoughts and any physical symptoms that may happen over the next little while.

If you pray, please pray that God's will is for us to have one more healthy child...


Somebody somewhere read this entry and prayed really, REALLY hard. On that one night of unprotected sex, Hubster and I conceived. ONE NIGHT. Threepeat was MEANT TO BE!

I blogged about my symptoms, I obsessed for two weeks and when that two weeks was (almost) over, I took a pregnancy test. The line was ever so faint. You could BARELY see it in the right light. I RAN next door to Franca and she held the test up and moved it around a bit and then she confirmed...A LINE IS A LINE. I was pregnant!

This pregnancy lasted five years. OK, not really, but it FELT like it did. I was sick from day one and it got worse and worse all through the pregnancy. NOTHING tasted good and EVERYTHING smelled awful. I gained a total of 11 lbs for the whole pregnancy. It was hell. I am surprised I have ANY friends left as I was SUPERBITCH the entire time.


Threepeat was due on April 22nd, but made his grand appearance on April 18th. I went into labour after a very agressive internal exam by my doctor's colleague. Ouchie-wa-wa. We headed to the hospital at about 7:30 pm, since I had been having contractions since about 3:30 and my past two labours were pretty quick...HA...Threepeat had OTHER plans.

It was a LOOOOONG night, and at about 5:30 am, I finally caved and took the epidural. Wowsers...LOVE that thing. My water was broken at 7:30 and Threepeat arrived after one push at 10:36 am. He weighed a whopping 8 lbs, 8 ozs and was stunning right from birth! He had such lovely hair which would explain the heartburn that I thought would burn a hole in my chest and beautiful blue eyes. Again, the love in my heart multiplied tenfold and I loved him as much as I loved Boy Oneder and Middleman.

Although breastfeeding was a real challenge (we lasted 9 months), I enjoyed his infancy immensely because it was like having my first child all over again (Boy Oneder and Middleman are pretty self-sufficient) but without the worry and anxiety of a first child. It was wonderul. Every day, this little man amazes me even more. He is a VERY curious boy and I shudder to think of the accidents he is going to have/cause, but he sure does keep me on my toes!

And that is the story of my gorgeous, intelligent, independent and rambunctious Threepeat!

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My Three Sons

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Thank You

I want to saya HUGE thank you to Angie Vinez of for creating this blog design for me. She worked long and hard and nearly lost her mind with some of the HTML that was required and I appreciate it from the bottom of my heart. Oh and did I mention she has FIVE children, one of which is a newborn AND she homeschools? Yeah...she's an impressive lady!

Angie has been there for me SO many times in the past...from hosting to creating Hubster's to helping with mywhinecellar and all kinds of other computer issues along the way. She is just so wonderful. You can check out her gorgeous family here.

Thank you Angie. I love you tons and I can't wait to meet you in real life some day! Pin It

Saturday, 1 November 2008

Coming Soon

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Sunday, 3 August 2008

My baby's all growed up!

Threepeat starts preschool tomorrow morning. I feel SICK thinking about leaving him, but I know that he will love it. Sigh.

Here are some pics we took recently: Middleman and Threepeat, having a loving brotherly moment yesterday (RARE):

Threepeat, having a bath just now:

Middleman blowing out the candles last weekend:

Boy Oneder blowing out the candles last weekend:

A little video of Threepeat being, well, Threepeat:

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Friday, 15 February 2008

Fun Wow!

Blog 365 – Post 46/365

We are in Florida and since Wednesday morning (the day afte we arrived), Boy Oneder has been SO SO ill.

I took him to the walk in clinic yesterday and he was diagnosed with a double ear infection and strep throat. He is taking Zithromax, Advil, Tylenol and a prescription for a decongestant. He’s miserable. Middleman now has a horrible cough and cold as well. I am miserable. We haven’t been able to do anything….Boy Oneder’s fever reached 104.2 last night….can you say “scary”?

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Thursday, 31 January 2008

Flu Bug

Blog 365 – Post 31/365

Middleman stayed home from school ALL week. He has the flu, you see. A pretty nasty strain of it…it knocked him off his feet, that is for sure. The worst part of it all was the weakness…he slept 15 hours most days and then took an hour to two hour nap each afternoon. He had a fever for the first day, vomitting on days 1, 2 and 3, diarreah (still) and terrible stomach cramps until yesterday. Poor kid.

I have had a sore throat all week and I feel SO tired. I just want to sleep all the time.

Now, Threepeat is off his game…diarreah, fussy, fever yesterday, not sleeping or eating normally. UGH.

I shouldn’t complain…we have had an uneventful winter illness wise, but man oh MAN it’s hard when the kids are sick.

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Wednesday, 30 January 2008


Blog 365 – Post 30/365

Oh yeah…this post is sure to ruffle a few feathers.

The Toronto District School Board has approved a “black focused school”. The story is here.

Now for my opinion…

Martin Luther King would ROLL in his grave. He, and many others like him, struggled and fought for black unity. They stood up for what they believed in and in doing so, achieved great, great things for black people. And now, the people who are calling for this school are doing exactly what Martin Luther King, et al fought to stop! This school will be a school for black children to attend…oh yes, white children are “welcome to attend” as well, but the focus of this school will be for black kids. Apparently, this school will teach students from junior kindergarten to Grade 8 and will have more black teachers and mentors. It will also focus on students’ heritage and more parent involvement.

Why does a school need to teach children about their heritage? Why don’t Chinese/British/Pakistani/insert your own heritage here kids need special focused schools? Why are we blaming the public school board for black kids’ poor grades and violence? (FYI: it is not MY opinion that they have poor grades and are violent, this is the reason stated in many of the articles I have read on the school)

This is not a black/white issue. This is a parenting issue. It is the vicious cycle of welfare children growing up and raising more welfare children. White AND black. Many of the black children who will attend this school were born in Canada, as were their parents. Yes, heritage is important…I was born in England and Joe’s parents were born in Italy. We will teach our boys about their heritage. I want to know what is different about the black heritage that needs to be taught in a separate, SEGREGATED school. I think it is more important to teach white children about the oppression that was placed on black people so that we never go there again!

Can someone please explain to me what is different about black childrens’ need to learn about their heritage as compared to white/other races? In school, my kids are learning about the Underground Railroad and they celebrate National Black History Month. They do not learn about other heritages in as much detail. So, again, I ask, what will teaching black kids about their heritage do to lessen the violence and poor grades?

I get the idea of having more black teachers and mentors, but that should be the way it is in ALL schools, not just a black focused one.

I think this is a HORRIBLE idea. We are going back to a place in history that I was glad not to be a part of.

Stepping down from my soap box now.

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Tuesday, 29 January 2008

My blog needs a new name

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I am buying a new address for my blog. I am running out of space on and have decided to buy more space and a new name,

The problem is that I am drawing a blank on a new name! I want it to be something that reflects who I am, something easy to remember and something creative/funny.

Any ideas? Help me out…PLEASE?

P.S. is taken. WAHH!

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Monday, 28 January 2008

Writer's Block on a Special Day

My brain can’t think of anything profound to write today, so I am posting a reprint…maybe something will come to me later, but for now, this will have to do…I miss her so very much.

A tribute to my sister…Joanne S (01-10-72 to 01-28-06)

Christian, Wife, Mother, Daughter, Daughter-in-Law, Grand Daughter, Sister, Sister-in-Law, Aunt, Cousin, Niece, Friend, Neighbour, Co-Worker, Mentor, Confidante……..

She was a lot of things to a lot of people. She had done so much in her short life and yet, she had so much more to do…so we mere humans think. God had other plans. God knew that her mission here on earth was done. Everyone, myself included, says she was much too young to die. That’s our human mind talking. I now believe, wholeheartedly, that Joanne was put on earth with a specific purpose. A purpose that was fulfilled so much quicker than those of us left here on earth could imagine. It all makes sense, if you take the emotion out of it…let me explain.

Joanne was a born again Christian. She took Jesus into her heart early in her relationship with Mark. Her unwavering faith was a source of inspiration and comfort to many people. Many people have told me that she inspired them deeply, even those who never knew her in life…only through her death. Actually, Joanne told me once that she thinks Jesus came into her life when she was only about seven years old. We had neighbours who were born again Christians. They prayed with Joanne and actually scared the daylights out of her because of their very strong words and their threat that if she didn’t accept Jesus into her heart, she would never get to Heaven. After several nights of nightmares, Joanne told my parents about the neighbours’ words and my parents did their best to quell those fears and Joanne put it out of her mind…She admitted later that the nagging feeling inside was always there, but she continually pushed it aside. Only when she met Mark, did she start going to church and really start acknowledging that nagging feeling, eventually being born again.

Once Joanne accepted her faith, there was no stopping her. She was an active member at her church and at Awana. She truly led a Christian life in everything she did and said. She stuck up for Christianity whenever necessary. She had no fear, no embarrassment. What she had was pride and purpose. She wanted to tell everyone who would listen (and even those who wouldn’t listen) all about Jesus, and what was in store for us in Heaven…if we’d just believe in Him.

Oh, the arguments Joanne and I used to have about passages in the Bible! She believed that the Bible should be read in the literal sense. What was written actually happened. I believe that a lot of the stories in the Bible are more like examples for us to learn from as opposed to living literally. She would come back to me after a few days, armed with her biblical ammunition, verse by verse to prove me wrong. 99% of the time, she did just that! I would just laugh at her and her “bible thumping” ways. She never denied being a “thumper”…she knew and was proud of it, even calling herself a thumper!

Joanne was hungry for knowledge. Always. She would ask questions of people about their religions. Muslim, Jewish, Christian, you name it. She wanted to understand WHY people believed what they believed and if there was a chance that she could “convert” you, she would. For she so believed in Jesus that she wanted everyone else to believe too. She was on a mission to SAVE people. To make sure they would get to Heaven, just like her. Make no mistake, she knew with every fibre of her being that she was headed straight to the top…straight to Heaven…on the express route. She knew that all it took was to believe in Him. And man oh man, did she believe.

Joanne raised her young children to be Christians first. Church was of the ultimate importance and it was crucial that her girls led a Christian existence, following the Bible literally and faithfully. It was the only way to ensure that they would all be together again in Heaven. Only in her death have I seen just how important that foundation is for her girls. Their faith, passed on by their mother, comforts them immensely. They know, without a shadow of a doubt, that their Mommy is in Heaven with Jesus. In fact, Courtney, Rebekah and Danielle give the adults strength. Joanne achieved something that most parents spend a lifetime trying to achieve…she instilled the core values that will stay with those girls for the rest of their lives. Sure, those values still need to be nurtured, but the important foundation is there. Joanne alone can take credit for that. Mark played a part, but only in Joanne’s death has he really had to step up to the plate in the values department. Not that he was a bad father by any stretch, in fact, exactly the opposite, it’s just that Joanne had all of the bases covered when it came to faith. Mark was more of an re-enforcer.

The number of lives that Joanne touched still amazes me. She rarely traveled, and yet, I believe she touched more lives from her home in little Alton, Ontario, than some traveling salespeople do! I don’t even think she tried to reach out to people. It just happened. She would meet someone in the grocery store line up or in the girls’ schoolyard. We had people at the funeral who said, “My name is ****. I never had the pleasure of meeting Joanne, but we spoke on the phone once or twice and I just felt compelled to come here today.” THAT is incredible. We had over 1,000 people at her funeral. It was more than any of us even dreamed. It was a tribute to the life that Joanne led, larger than anyone had ever imagined.

So, as I said in the beginning of this tribute, it all makes perfect sense. Her dying young is not so shocking when you think of it outside of the emotional human brain…I strongly believe that Joanne was sent to earth differently than most. I like to think of her as having a special job, almost like Jesus had. I am not trying to say that Joanne was anywhere close to the level that Jesus was, but I believe that she, like Him, was put on earth with a specific purpose, a purpose that she was able to fulfill within a short time. She told me on numerous occasions that she was “so, so excited about going to Heaven.” She simply couldn’t wait to get there. That gives me great comfort. She knew where she was going and she knew she’d get there quickly. Joanne was more Christian than anyone I have ever met. More than all the priests and the Bishop I have met, more than anyone.

I know, with every ounce of my being, that she is in Heaven. She is there with my Dad, who she can take FULL credit for saving. She begged him to become a believer before he died. Her efforts were unrelenting and my father and I would chuckle at her insistence, acknowledging that it was Dad’s fault for her being so stubborn!!! Towards the end of his illness, Joanne prayed with him and he finally took Jesus into his heart.

And so, they are sitting on comfy chairs, looking down, smiling, knowing that they have one more Christian who will join them someday! I plan to live my life as close to the way Joanne lived hers as possible. She was an inspiration. She planted the seed. I need to nurture that seed, and spread the Word, so that one day, we will all be together again!

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Note to heart from brain...she's gone

My brain knows the horrible truth…Joanne is gone. Dead. Passed away. Never to return. Now if the memo that my brain got could only be sent, special delivery, to my heart, things would be groovy.

I have thought of nothing else today. Joanne was on my mind from the moment I woke up until now, at 9:42 pm. It’s crazy. It’s just another day on the calendar. Why am I so affected by it?

I miss her. I miss her phone calls, her laugh, her silliness, her “blondness”, her hugs, her advice, her…everything. I miss having a sibling. I miss all the bad stuff too…I miss her opinions, her judgment and our fights. I.JUST.MISS.HER.

Her girls miss her too. And Mark. And Mom. And everyone else who ever had the privilege of meeting her. She certainly was special.

She’s with Jesus. THAT is cool. She is with my Dad and my Grampy. She knows the meaning of life. She has seen the past, the future and she sees the present. She is here, there and everywhere. She is in euphoria. She knows no pain. She is pure and she is happy beyond our human comprehension. She is where she belongs. She is home.

I love you Joanne.

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Sunday, 27 January 2008

Juno = Must See Movie

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As I mentioned yesterday, Wendy, Kathy and I went to see “Juno” last night.

What a GREAT movie. You HAVE to see this film. The lead actress was fantastic, the soundtrack was SO cool and the storyline was amazing.

My Mom and I had a bit of a debate. She feels that it glorifies teenage pregnancy. I disagree. If you have seen it, what did you think?

On another note, I had a great time with Wendy and Kathy. I am so blessed to have such good friends who are just so easy to be with. I met Wendy through Kathy and I feel like we have been friends forever!

Good friends, good movie, good dinner, good times!

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Saturday, 26 January 2008

Girls' Night Out

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Tonight, Wendy, Kathy and I are going out for dinner and a movie. We are going to Yorkdale Mall and we will have dinner at Moxie’s and then watch “Juno”.

I haven’t had a girls’ night out in AGES….I SO deserve this!!!

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Thursday, 24 January 2008

Thursday Thirteen

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Thirteen things on my Bucket List:

1. Take ballroom dancing lessons;

2. Own a horse;

3. Take my children to England to see where I was born;

4. Ride in a gondola in Venice;

5. Go camping for a weekend with the boys;

6. Go to Las Vegas again;

7. Have a huge party in my honour (hopefully my 40th!);

8. Hold a real, live snake;

9. Own a fully loaded minivan;

10. Learn sign language;

11. Forgive one person in my life that I haven’t forgiven yet;

12. Take my boys to a Maple Leafs game at the ACC;

13. Weigh what I should again.

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Wednesday, 9 January 2008

What Would Jesus Do?

Being Chair of the CATHOLIC school council is a difficult task. I have to keep my personal opinions to myself, which you all must know by now, is NOT one of my strong points. I am passionate in my beliefs, especially when it comes to things that affect children, animals, the elderly, the poor, the oppressed, ANYONE really that can’t defend themselves.

The fact that I am passionate is the reason I ran for Chair in the first place. I wanted to bring the focus of our Council back where it belonged…to the children. Last year, something happened to the School Council. I wasn’t there to witness the events that unfolded, but from hearsay, it was horrible. The Council attacked itself. There was a huge division in the members and by the last meeting of the year, all hell (for lack of a better word) broke loose. I wanted to bring back the unity that a School Council needs to be successful. I ran a teambuilding night, in the hopes that with so many new faces, Council could put its past behind it and move forward. I felt REALLY good about it afterwards, because everyone seemed to have a good time and I got alot of compliments on the activities and on my heartfelt speech…I really should post my speech here, as I am quite proud of it…hmmm…another day.

Anyway, our school has been in the media lately. I won’t go into details because I don’t want to identify anyone involved, but suffice it to say that the media coverage was not wonderful. The school (and the Board) were called to task on an issue that has been ongoing for a long time. Tonight, the School Board Director came to our meeting to try to smooth things over and to assure everyone that we are moving forward. A select group of parents, who haven’t been to any of this year’s Council meetings before, lined themselves up (literally, they sat in the middle row) to blast the people involved in the “situation” that caused the media coverage. The hate and the venom that was shown in their words and in their voices was sickening. The Board Director was there to erase the line that had been so clearly drawn in the sand and these women came in a clan like a pack of vultures, to spit anger and call for the resignation of a member of council. Their main objective was to cause trouble and to rehash old wounds. I have to say that it wasn’t so much WHAT they said, but the whispering, laughing and the obviously planned attack that was so apparent.

I wish I could go into details, and one day, once my Chair days are over, I will…just remind me. If you knew the facts behind the case, you would be as sickened as I am that these cackling hens came out to our meeting with no other objective than to stir the pot.

We are CATHOLIC. One of our fundamental beliefs is that we should do what Jesus would do. These people are hypocritical and fake. They send their children to a Catholic school, where they are taught to treat others as they would want to be treated and yet they pull high school antics like this. Shame on them. Shame, shame, shame. I only hope that they attend confession to repent for the evilness that we were subjected to tonight.

We all have the right to our opinion, but we can express those opinions respectfully and in a kind manner. Bringing a posse to cause a fight is pure evil.

One message for all these women: Put yourself in the other person’s shoes for one day…ONE DAY. Perhaps then, you could find it in your heart to do as Jesus would do.

I am going to help pull all the daggers out of my fellow council member’s back now, so I will leave you with this food for thought:

Mat 5:44 But I say unto you, Love your enemies, bless them that curse you, do good to them that hate you, and pray for them which despitefully use you, and persecute you. Pin It
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