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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