A day of fun.

Well I found my house. Or at least parts of it. The bathroom is now clean and the kitchen is livable. Colin was so proud of himself for fashioning a swiffer pad that I could no longer be upset with him. When I mentioned it he got that "cat that ate the canary" type look. So i was a nice wife and told him I loved him and that he did a good job. It pained me to do so but I did it. I just blocked out the fact that it took me 2 hours to clean the kitchen and wash the floor and smiled at him. Besides he did take Emily to her ski trip and they had a blast.

Emily had a great time skiing and was apparently skiing like a little pro by the afternoon. Colin has decided that we should go skiing every year now. He was so excited that I didn't have the heart to tell him I don't ski. Not because I don't like it but because I just can't I fall. Not once but EVERY time I stand up. When I fall i break things just ask my parents they know what happens when I fall. It isn't pretty. I think I have spent 3 years of my life in some sort of a cast or on crutches or in a sling. I have enough trouble standing on my own feet never mind with slippery things trapped on. So no I will not be skiing. I am more of the sit in the lodge by the fire reading a book kind of skier.Emily already skis better than me, she only had one accident all day so that was better than I would have done. She fell and tried to use her face to stop. It didn't work out so well. Apparently she only sat for 20 minutes after her fall and then got up and went again. I am going to try to figure out how to post videos here so you can all see.

Today will be more cleaning because there was no way that I could clean the whole house yesterday. Also I will be doing more laundry since yesterday my wonderful cat decided to pee on my bed. Let me tell you how impressed I was. After the cat peed on the bed the dog pooped on the floor. It was a great day I tell you. Needless to say the cat spent the day locked in the basement with his litter box and food and the dog spent the day in the bathroom with his food. They both got released from there solitary confinement in the evening and proceeded to chase each other around and run over the baby.

Isabelle seems to be feeling a bit better and the river of boogers has slowed down some thank goodness. She still has a nasty cough but she is on antibiotics so hopefully that will fix that. Well I am going back to cleaning I guess that is my duty for the day. Fun times I tell you, fun times.

"At least I watched the kids"

These are the words that my husband said when I got home from my girls day out with Bonnie. Why was he saying this you ask? Well when I left my house it was clean. Not just tidy but clean, I got home and it was anything but. There was clothes and toys literally from one end of the house to the other, juice boxes and bottles all over the floor and various other messes that I am right now trying to block out.

I could hardly get into the bathroom. There was soap on the floor, clothes and towels on the floor and hanging from the toilet paper holder. Then there was that lovely dried crusty toothpaste in the sink with the toothbrush stuck in it. There was makeup on the counter and I don't even want to know why the cat toy was hanging down the laundry shoot. Oh my gosh where is the cat!? Here kitty, kitty.

Emily had a half eaten sandwich in her sock drawer and juice spilled on her floor. Then there were the movies thrown all over the room, almost as though someone was playing Frisbee. Her blankets and pillows are under the bed and there is some sticky substance on the sheets that looks like it may have at one point been a fruit snack or three. Not sure how I am gonna get that out. Any ideas?

The living room, oh the living room. Pieces of sausage and bread behind the couch, bottles everywhere, chocolate milk on the carpet and every dish we own is somewhere in this room I swear. I am still at a loss as to how one man and 2 children go about using EVERY dish and utensil on the house, especially when said ADULT didn't cook anything but sandwiches. Don't even get me started on the movie shelf. There are movies everywhere. On the floor on the shelves on the couch. It looks as though a actual tornado has gone through my house. I am at a loss as to how to turn the solid, crusty, milk chocolate infested carpet back into the fuzzy one of yesteryear but I will prevail. Stain remover and brush in hand it shall be returned to its glorious state of nasty brown shag once more. The books are all on the floor and it looks as though someone or something tried to climb the shelf.

Then there is the kitchen. Where to start. The syrup trail on the counter and floor? Nah. The nasty dried sandwich fixings on the counter? Nope. How about the fact that everything out of the fridge seems to have now taken up residency on the counter or in the sink? Nuh uh. We will start with the sudden disappearance of 2 brand new rolls of paper towel. Now one would think that if 2 rolls of paper towel were gone they would a) be in the garbage and b) something would be clean and if something is cleaned then man I don't want to know what it looked like before the use of the paper towel. There is no paper towel in the garbage so its safe to assume that it hasn't been used to clean anything right? WRONG! My husband, being the innovative individual that he is, used a roll of paper towel to cover my swiffer. I have the pads for it but apparently he didn't look in the cleaning supplies cupboard. When I say covered I do mean covered. We are talking a one inch thick swiffer cleaning pad that is now covered in something sticky, yellow and full of hair. Either it is a new breed of mouse or the dog got stuck in some syrup and since he is sitting here looking at me with that "something about Mary" hair do I am going to go with the latter.

Anyone want to guess what I am doing today while Colin and Emily are off on a ski-trip? That's right cleaning, bathing the dog, picking up all the movies and book, finding the cat, and plotting ways to torture my wonderful husband. How can you be mad though when he is standing in the doorway giving you those big sad brown puppy eyes, holding a sticky baby, his shirt and pants covered in what I think was Issy's lunch, hair all askew, Emily still in her pjs and he says " Sorry about the house but at least I watched the kids, right?" Yeah right. Thanks honey for giving me the day off.

Greetings from the house of Snot

In one of my previous posts I talked about how when you become a mom things like boogers no longer bother you. Let me just say that even a Mom can only take so much! Isabelle and I both have a cold and let me tell you its been rough. I have no idea how someone so little can possibly have that much snot in her body. Thank goodness that having a runny nose isn't dehydrating otherwise I am sure she would have shriveled up and blew away by now. Also there is nothing that screams fun like having a head cold and feeling as though your head could explode at any moment and taking care of a cranky baby who fights you when you have to wipe her nose. Which by the way is every 5 minutes if not more. Oh the joys I tell you. The only thing that could be worse is that I know Colin is going to get sick and anyone who has ever been married knows that when a man is sick there ain't no one in this world that has ever been as sick as they are. Never mind that you had the exact same thing the week before oh no they are very sick and can't possibly get off the couch and do anything. Surely death is just around the corner waiting for them. When us women get sick we are still responsible to get the kids dressed, washed, changed and fed and keep the house clean and have food waiting when said men folk return from the arduous task of "bringing home the bacon". Sure they bring home the bacon but no one ever says anything about the wives waiting at home to clean, cut, cook and serve this "bacon". OK I am not totally sure where all of that came from but I am for now going to blame it on my cold and the drugs I am taking to combat the small cotton farm that is trying to take up residency in my head. Moving on.

I like to think I am a open minded individual. I was raised to treat everyone equal and to try new things and give everything a chance at least once. Every now and then though there comes along something that even I can't give the benefit of the doubt to. A prime example being orgasmic childbirth. I somehow stumbled across a website on my Internet travels that discusses how you too can have a pleasurable, sensual childbirth. Now first let me just say that I am in no way saying that it is wrong or anything like that and if any one believes in this or has experienced this, hey more power to you. To each his won right. After my initial shock and having to read the front page twice. I sat stunned. I mean I don't know about the rest of you but I have had 2 children and I don't recall anything sensual or orgasmic about it. Pain? yes. Agony? At times. Tiring? definitely. Orgasmic? Not so much. Let me say though I am willing to sign up for that kind of birth next time. I am sure that if everyone experienced this "orgasmic" childbirth there would be a lot more pregnant people around and happy ones at that.

Well on that note I am going to go and lay down with Isabelle and try to convince her that having a nap isn't a bad thing. Wish me luck.

Cookies

Well today started off rather quietly. After a full 4 hours of sleep last night. I got a wonderful wake up call from the delivery truck driver who was going to deliver the girl guide cookies. From now on he will affectionately be called "the cookie man" kind of like the "epidural man" for those of you who have had his wonderful assistance in childbirth. The only difference being the cookie man brings happiness that tastes good not just happiness that feels good. Ooh IDEA an epidural man that brings cookies with him. Oh the happiness he would bring...... anyways back to reality. So I got up and impatiently waited for the cookie man. He woke me up at 7 but he was bringing cookies so how can one be angry with that? You just can't.

The cookies arrived at a quarter to 10 and I stacked them in my kitchen. Now let me just say there is nothing in this world that brings a smile to a fluffy woman's face like 20 cases of cookies sitting in her kitchen. After the cookie man left I packed up the girls dropped Emily off at Bonnie's and then headed to the doctor with little miss Issy and her super runny nose. After sitting in the office for over an hour I opted to see the other doctor in the practice. Isabelle has a sinus infection and a chest thing. So more medications for us. Came home and picked up Shailyn and Emily from the doctors office in town and cookie delivering we went. Can I just say that girl guide cookies sell themselves. In the first few hours we had already sold almost 3 cases. This should be a breeze right? Cookies anyone?

Came home put my jammies back on and sat around the house. It was great. Then the unthinkable happened. My father in law showed up for a surprise visit!!! The house wasn't as clean as he likes it, Isabelle is in a sleeper I am in my pajamas and the dog hasn't been bathed since he told me too. I saw him coming up the drive and instantly panic set in and I did the flight of the bumble bee otherwise known as throw shit in closets and anywhere else you find room. Thank God he had Grandma with her and there was ice on the walkway. I swear that must have bought me at least 3 minutes.

They only stayed long enough for fil to get into a fight with Colin about who knows what and to critique the smell of the dog. Let me tell you that was enough though. They left and we had breakfast for supper. Now I am sitting here telling you all about it. I am going to go and sit in a hot bath with my book and a box of cookies. Now if I could only remember where I put my book.....and the bathtub plug, and...............

Happy day to you!!

First I want to start off by saying Happy Birthday to my wonderful husband Colin who today turns 27 years old. Wow how time flies. I have known him since the tender age of 7. Man he was a cutie pie back then. Now he is a handsome man before some off you wonder why I said back then. The only thing I don't like about him having a birthday is that it means mine is coming soon too. Sad times I tell you.

After taking Emily to her appointment with the therapist, which went well by the way, I took her to school and came home to relax. Or so I thought, it turned out Isabelle had other ideas. Starting with a diaper blowout, a whole lot of grouchiness and ending in a super runny nose. i swear if I see one more booger today I am gonna scream. The thing about being a mom though, you no longer get the icky "I am going to hurl in my mouth" feeling when you see boogers, vomit, poop or any other bodily fluid that should really stay in the body. One of the things that no one tells you when you have kids is that, sure they are cute but they are also little fluid factories waiting to pounce when you least expect it. Take the time Emily threw up in the middle of Walmart for example. I can honestly tell you I didn't see that coming and I am sure that the lady who cleaned it up didn't either. It was just one of those moments that pre parent you would have been totally grossed out by and post parent you just shrug and clean the child up.

There are a lot of things that people don't tell you about before you have kids. Things like: you will never sleep again. OK maybe that is a little over kill you will sleep just not till they reach the age of 5 or so. When people say "babies put everything in their mouths" they aren't exaggerating. They will put anything in their mouths. Paper, fuzz, toys, food (old or new) even the dog. Yes the dog just the other day Isabelle decided to sample gizzmo, and like the brilliant creature he is he just lay there while she chewed on his tail. Let me tell you that grossed me out more than anything else being a mother has put me up against. Can you give hairball remedy to an infant?

Life in our house has been rather routine and boring but this is my life like it or not. bonnie is home so that makes me ever so happy. I have someone to call and bug and talk about anything to. i am very lucky to have her and I hope she knows how much I appreciate her..... OK hallmark moment over now moving on. Colin is still a little workaholic and I am still a SAHM. The cloth diapering is going great. I love it and it really isn't anymore work. I just throw them in the wash and walk away. Its great. I figure it has already saved us roughly 20 dollars. I know that this doesn't seem like much, but when you are poor every little bit counts. Well we aren't really poo but we aren't scrooge McDuck either. We are rich in love though (man I could hardly get that out without peeing myself). Well all I am of to wrestle the children into bed and then spend some time with the birthday boy *wink wink*

Quiet

We are going to have a quiet day at home today. Well except for me doing the never ending stack of laundry. Today will be a day of movies popcorn and naps lol.

I have to say this whole mobile Isabelle thing is not quite so cute anymore. She is into everything!! She is getting quick too. One minute she is in the living room the next minute she is in the kitchen. Keeps me on my toes I tell you. She still thinks she is pretty smart with this whole crawling thing. She will crawl around and then sit up and squeal. So cute. Until she gets into something she isn't suppose to then it abruptly loses its cuteness.

Yesterday during the day besides the usual household stuff I went through all of the clothes in the basement. Wow we had a lot. I sorted through them all and ended up weeding out 4 garbage bags full. Now you would think that this is a lot but I still have 7 totes (boxes) full. However I have virtually nothing for Isabelle now. Sizes 9 months to 24 are virtually non existent. I am hoping that I lent them to someone because I know that I had some. I mean Emily certainly didn't go naked for over a year of her life lol. Oh well they will turn up.

Last night we went out for steak for Colins birthday. His actual birthday isn't until the 20th but because of that being the middle of the week we decided to celebrate this weekend. It was by far the best steak I have ever had. juicy and tender. Yummm so good. There were 15 of us for supper, including my father in law which I thought was a pretty good feat. He seemed to really enjoy himself though so I am glad that he decided to come. After supper we went back to Colins bosses house and had a party of sorts. Visiting, drinks, food and of course cake. It was lots of fun and being the party animals that we are we were home by 12:30. The kids had lots of fun and Emily ran and played all night.

On a super happy note Bonnie is on her way home!! YAY!!!! I am so excited and can't wait for my friend to be home. I have missed her lots and will be very happy when I can go visit all the time. So I am going to go and sit and relax and wait for Bonnie to call.

Have a good day all. I am going to relax.

Tired oh so very tired.

After the events of yesterday and Colins lack of respect for my sleep I went to bed early. Granted it wasn't 8:00 but it was before midnight. So fo me that is early. Isabelle got up at 5 to eat and this time went right back to bed. It was great! Quarter after 6 rolls around and the phone rings. FLASHBACKS!!! It is Colins ride again, this time Colin quietly gets up and gets his own lunch. I think that yesterdays silent treatment served me well lol. So I fall back asleep again. Quarter to 7 the phone rings again! This time it is one of his bosses. Looking for Colin. I tell him that he has left and hang up. Back to sleep. 7:30 yet again the phone is ringing. It is a guy Colin works with wanting to know about the supper we are having on Saturday for Colins birthday. I tell him about it and then try yet again to go to sleep. Now the kids are up and come and crawl into bed with me and are jumping around so I figure it is time to get up. Once again I got hardly any sleep. Sleep is over rated right? Who needs sleep?

After the lack of sleep I had to brave the city and pick up Colins birthday cake and some other things for the party. It was really good actually, but I think it was because I had soem very good company. The only bad part to the day was the nasty chinese food that we had. Let me tell you I will not be visiting that place any time soon.

We are home now and relaxing. I am going to be taking one of my new books and crawling in a warm bath. Then I am going to bed and I will sleep. Colin is going to be getting up with the kids. he doesn't know it yet but he is. So on that note goodnight all.

A "fuzzy" experience

We got the fuzzy bunz today. I came straight home from the post office put Issy to bed and washed and dried them. Then I waited...and waited....and waited because of course the one time I want Isabelle to wake up early she sleeps longer than usual. Finally after a 3 hour nap she was up and I was ready. I picked the colour I wanted her top wear first and put it on. Then I turned her over and over looking at her butt like you would an apple in the store. I think its on right, I mean there isn't a wrong way to put on a diaper is there?

Now I do have many many people I could ask about this on my infamous buddy group but I don't want to seem stupid, so trial and error it is. So far she has been wearing it for 27 minutes and counting and there are no leakages and its hasn't fallen off so that has to count for something right? I am loving them already but I haven't had to change a dirty one yet so I won't get too hasty. I can however say that I love watching Isabelle lay there and rub her bum and squeal. It is pretty cute.

So wish me luck on my cross over to the crunchy side.

I used to like him.

Colin that is. Last night he fell asleep on the couch and slept there for 2 hours whilst I cleaned the house up, put groceries away and got the kids to bed. This morning rolls around and Isabelle decides that she should eat at 5:45. So I get up and feed her and put her back to bed. Well she is having none of that, no way no how. How I could I be so cruel as to feed her and change her and then just put her in the box of torture without so much as a backward glance? I mean what kind of a cruel mother am I? So after listening to her cry for 15 minutes she finally goes to sleep. Now keep in mind I didn't get to bed until 1:00 this morning so I am a little tired.

I just nicely start to fall back asleep and the phone rings. I block it out and continue to doze. Its Colin's ride to work. He will be here to pick him up in a few minutes. Colin gets up and starts to get dressed. Then he says the dumbest thing that has come out of his mouth in a long time. Are you ready for this.... "I think you should get up and make my lunch." not so bad but wait. I mumble something about being tired and he says "well grandma made my lunch yesterday and besides I had just as much sleep as you did and don't you think you should get up anyways?". So this isn't too bad yet but wait he isn't done yet. I get up and start making his lunch he is getting all ready to go. His ride shows up and Colin says to him "she is mad at me because I made her get up and make my lunch for once." For once? For once? I make his damn lunch all the fricken time. The last week or so he has been doing but I did it before then and he has the nerve to say for once. Then he asks if his face is swollen because it feels swollen. To which I reply "no but it could be!" .

I give him his lunch and he says " you can go back to bed now. " Gee thanks could I really. Emily will be up in an hour to get ready for school what is the point? So here I am still up and grouchy. On a happier note though my Mei-tei came yesterday so I am going to be trying to figure it out today lol. Today I think I will take a nap and maybe starch his gotch. Hmm that sounds like fun. I used to like him you know.

A lesson in patience

That is the only way I can think of to describe my day. I went to the city with my father in law (dramatic gasp). I should have know that when I got to the farm to pick him up and he was just walking down to check the cows that the day wasn't going to end well. After waiting 45 minutes for him to play nurse maid to a cow we were off. First stop Colin, he hadn't packed a lunch (because we were somewhat lacking in the food department) so his loving Grandmother had sent him lunch complete in a shoebox with a shoelace to hold it closed. When we got there Colin decided that the guy who owns the place where he is currently working could hook our car up to his computer to see why the engine light was on. Now let me just say that the only way to describe this man and his worker is cheech and chong meet the Beverley hillbillies. Very nice guys but my father in law was sufficiently amused . Once Colin had his lunch his dad greeted him with a " look under the car, I am sure she took out something when she went over that big ridge back there." To which Colin dutifully got down on hands and knees, looked under the car and assured his dad that all was well in car land.

After hooking the car up to the computer and me being sure that it was going to cost at least a thousand dollars to fix it, because that is just our luck, we find out that the gas cap was put on wrong the last time that I got gas. I have never felt so relieved and stupid all at the same time before. So After a minor gas cap adjustment and a kiss from Colin we were on the road again.

Now let me just say that going anywhere with my father in law is a challenge to say the least. He kind of reminds me of Eeyore with that little black rain cloud always over head and that woe is me attitude. Now don't go thinking that I hate my father in law because I don't. He is a great guy...in short spurts......and not in a small enclosed space travelling down the road at 60 mph where jumping out would really hurt.

So while driving to the city I got to listen to the usual barrage of "your going to fast", "look out for that pot hole",and "don't have that music so loud, you'll make the kids go deaf" mixed in with a little of the complaint of the morning "how could you not know that your gas cap was on wrong?" Pardon me the next time I get gas I will be sure to inspect the gas cap to ensure that proper closure has been achieved. No I didn't say that but I really really wanted to. We get to the city and take the kids to the Golden Arch otherwise known as McDonald's. Emily plays and I order food and then we eat. Lunch was very pleasant and there was no complaining which I now understand was me being lulled into a false sense of security.

Leave McD's and I give fil directions to get onto the ring road (we are now heading to the girls Dr's appts). All those that know me know that I don't drive in the city. I don't like it it makes me very nervous and I perspire. Since I am a woman I am not supposed to perspire so there fore I do not drive in the city. Get onto ring road and I get the "well this isn't the right way we should have gone the other way it would have been quicker why did you make me come this way?" . First of all you asked me which way to go, second of all I don't recall putting a gun to your head "making" you do anything. we are driving along and of course there would have to be a train going across the tracks so we have to stop and wait. You can all imagine what I heard about after that.

At the Dr's office life is good girls are fine. Get back in the car which is "too small and crampy" and" how does Colin even fit in it?" and Isabelle decides that she isn't having anymore of this travelling thing and starts to cry. Not a quiet cry oh no a "my mother is tearing off my arm without any sedation" type of cry. Get to the parts place for fil after him cutting off a car and freaking on me for warning him about the car he almost hit because "he saw it". By this point I have decided that sweating may not be a bad thing and get in the drivers seat. he comes out and the place didn't have the parts. He was told by a guy back home that they would have them all but no they don't . The semi will never get fixed and he might as well not even fix it.

Cindy to the rescue!! Drive to the next parts place and I go in armed with the list and a set of boobs. A very nice guy told me or my breasts rather that he didn't have the parts either but he would call around and find them. I thank him and off we go to the address he gives me. They have the parts YIPEEE!!

We get the parts and now both kids are grumpy and crying/whining. we get our groceries and head home. On the way home we hit a snowstorm complete with blowing snow and visibility of 20 feet. I am still driving and having a panic attack. All the while listening to "go slower", "follow that rut", "watch out for that hole" and much more. Finally we make it to the farm and as we are pulling in I am told that I am not allowed to drive home by myself. I have to wait for fil to drive me home or Colin has to come and get me. Now normally I would have been offended by this but the weather was so bad that I was all good with it. We pull up to the house and Colin sticks his head out the door and says hi. I have never been so happy to see him in all my life.

I have a headache, the kids are crying, the dog is whining to get in the car, fil is complaining about the weather, the snow is coming down and I have absolutely no patience left for anything but seeing Colin's smiling face makes it all better. He grabs his stuff and brings me home.

It's days like this that make me rethink free a SAHM day. Tomorrow will be better......right?

We have achieved babylegs people!!!

We have achieved babylegs people!!! I was really starting to get grumpy. Finally they came today. What are babylegs you ask. Well they are basically tights without the crotch. They are so cool. Yes my name is Cindy and I am an internet shopaholic! But you have to admit they are uber cute. Don't worry Colin has grounded me from spending any more money for the next month. that's OK it just gives me time to find more to buy, muwahaha!!!

Day 2196 of my captivity....

Yes you read that right I said captivity. Thanks to the weather, the price of gas and my total lack of interest in packing up 2 kids to go anywhere I am a home body. I blame no one for this captivity but myself. Those of you that have children know though that by the time you get said children dressed in 7 layers of winter clothing twice, because the first time you did it they had to pee, and loaded their marshmallow like bodies into the car, you are ready to stay home and take a nap. This is the life of the SAHM. I recently saw a blinkie that said "moms are working moms" and wanted to say AMEN sister!!

I impatiently wait for the days when I can send Emily out to play without the hassle of winter clothes, when Isabelle can just be put in her stroller for a walk without a snowsuit, toque and 4 blankets and when I can wear my favorite article of clothing again.......Sandals. Ahhh sandals how I have missed you. You protect my feet from the sharpness of rocks yet are open and let me feel free and natural.

So I am declaring today to be free a SAHM day. This means that you all must find a SAHM, just look in any house that has a vehicle in the driveway with car seats or a yard full of playthings buried under snow, and free them. Yes free them. Take them for coffee take them to the grocery store, heck take them anywhere. Just do your part and get them out of the house. Why you may ask have I decide this. Well after the "get together" of last weekend I saw a display of something that I can only compare to the spring break of SAHM's. This is not a bad thing at all. Good times were had by everyone and no men were harmed in the release of said SAHM's. Although it was a close call a few times. So I have decided that this should be made a more frequent occurrence.

Yes I go for walks everyday but this doesn't count as release from captivity. Why? because to be classified as release one must have some sort of ADULT interaction. I mean I look rather funny having a philosophical debate about the merits of 2 ply toilet paper with my 8 month old. So adult conversation is the key to this all. Not only must it be adult conversation it must be non child oriented conversation. Now this may be difficult for the SAHM you have chosen to free. You see spending 24 hours a day 7 days a week changing diaper, wiping snotty noses, and doing your child's homework assignments makes non child conversation a little difficult. Have no fear though the SAHM will come around.

Now I don't want anyone to take this to mean that I hate my children or being a SAHM. Believe me there is nothing I can think of that is as rewarding as watching my children grow and discover new things. Although there are times when I wonder what the heck I was thinking the good moments do make it all worth while. I love my girls very much and wouldn't trade them for the world.......well not today anyway but the day is young.

8 months today

Isabelle is 8 months old today. Where did the time go? To mark the occasion she decided that last night it was time to crawl. Up until now she has been scooting along on her butt, or crawling backwards. Last night however she looked at a toy and crawled right over to it. Then sat up and looked at us like "look what I just did." It was one of those moments that you are so proud you could cry. Then of course Colin and I had to throw the toy back and forth to each other and make her crawl for it. After a few times of this however it was deemed "cruel" by Colin and that was the end of that.

The last month has been a busy time for Miss Issy. 2 teeth, sitting up on her own, crawling, feeding herself finger foods and trying to stand up in her crib. The latter resulted in a lowered crib mattress, which she is still not to sure about, but I would rather have her mad about "baby jail" than falling on her head.

Emily has had a pretty busy month also. School is still a struggle which resulted in her losing TV and fun stuff privileges for a while but we will trudge on and hopefully things will improve. She marked the last month with a figure skating carnival, Sparks, and to finish off the month last night she cute her hair. I am not talking a minor trim either. We are talking bangs that are now half an inch long and a chunk on the side that is 3 inches long. I am calling the hairdresser and praying to God that she can fix it. So much for growing her hair out.

The weather has finally warmed up and I am taking every opportunity to be outside with the girls. I think that we were all going stir crazy. So we make a daily trek up to the post office to see if there are any parcels for us. Mail being slow as it is though usually there is nothing but hey at least we got out of the house and got some fresh air.

I have ordered some fuzzi bunz. What are fuzzi bunz you might ask. Well they are cloth diapers. Now before you all go jump on the 'you are crazy" bandwagon let me just say cloth diapers are not what they used to be. I was very anti- cloth diaper until some Internet buddies showed me the light. You no longer have to have a degree in origami and own 50 pins. No, no the cloth diapers of today are just like disposables, minus the throw them away part. They have snaps and are preformed and have a built in cover so no ugly plastic pants either. I am very excited even if I only use them at home I am still sure to save some money. Colin, whom I thought would be totally against them, is even excited. He was however disappointed that I didn't get the lime green diaper that is the same colour as his semi. *insert rolley eyes here* Apparently semi coloured butt is the look we are going for. Oh well he is still willing to cloth diaper so I am not going to complain.

Today's jobs are looking much the same as every other weekday. Clean the house (thanks to a "get together" we had this weekend), rearrange some cupboards (also thanks to said"get together" and a certain person who shall remain nameless and thought it would be funny to mess them up), do laundry, feed kids and make the daily jaunt to the post office to see if the babylegs or Mei tei are in.

Well I am off to do my job and hope you all have a good day.