I know. I just had to update. We've packed up the movies and what I refer to as "the island of lost toys / appliances" which is all the little gadgety things that we use, but not all the time. Indoor grill, slow cooker, citrus juicer (I just bought that. I've made 2 lemon meringue pies, and it's a pain in the ass to juice those things by hand with my $1.97 plastic juicer. Also, as I mentioned, I plan to make lemon sherbet. That takes 8 lemons.), liquor cabinet, ice cream maker. You get the idea. I also packed up my cookbooks, which is a very full banker box which there is no hope of getting a top on, but I think they're wedged in tightly enough that they won't go anywhere in transit.
Tomorrow we meet with the lawyer to sign some stuff, and then the kids and I are driving to Moncton to pick out some furniture. The man's uncle is manager of a furniture store there, so we'll get a pretty good family discount. I'm excited; the only furniture we've had has been 2nd hand at best, and we haven't really gotten to pick it out. I'm dropping the boy off with my mother in law, and then meeting my mom and doing some furniture shopping. Then she's coming back here to help finish packing and then to paint the bedrooms on Friday and move and stuff. The boy's room will be blue (Behr's "little pond"), not because he's a boy, but because he likes blue. The girl will have a green (Behr's "cabbage green") room, because that's just a nice colour. It also works out that blue is a calming colour, and the green is a brighter colour, which should work well with their personalities. As much as I can tell what kind of personality my 2-month-old has.
Anyway, on to the 2 month old. Poor dear had her checkup and first needles today. I tell ya, there is little so terrible as holding your poor infant still while the nurse jabs 1, 2, 3 needles into her little chubby legs. The man refuses to go to these appointments, and with his distaste (cough, fear, cough) for needles, I doubt it would do anybody any good for him to go. But still. I went through this with the boy. 2, 4, 6, 12, and 18 months. Each with at least 2 needles. Good times. In better news though, she's growing lots. She's up to 12lbs 5oz, which seems pretty impressive, that's 4lbs in 2 months. However, the boy was at 13lbs13oz at 2 months, so I guess he's winning the race so far. The man is pretty sure it's because his head was so big, but I hope that wouldn't account for 1.5lbs...
Off to relax. It's hot here and I packed a box and had a girlie dr appt and a needle baby dr appt, and that is enough for one day. Oh, I did have lunch at Quiznos, one of those sammies...chicken bacon ranch. It was $2, and SUPER delish. Just right for a smallish lunch or solid snack.
That is all.
Tuesday, June 24
(insert witty title here)
Know what's worse than a newly potty trained 3 year old? A newly potty trained 3 year old with diarrhea!
That's all the detail you need about that. Suffice to say we'll be regressing to wearing diapers for at least today.
Other than that, things are going pretty well. We're going to tackle the kitchen tonight and some of the tv room. That room actually won't be too bad, it's mostly just the big furniture, but there are books and things to come off shelves because you just can't easily move a shelf full of books. I've packed up the upstairs as much as I can, all that's left to do is the boy's clothes, which will just be going in a large garbage bag or 2. The kitchen is going to be a pain in the ass, but I think that's just the way kitchens are. We may not have internet right away, they're sending us the self-install kit, so it might not arrive Friday. I hope it does though!
We're planning to paint the kids' rooms on Friday and move most of the boxes over. The man's plan / hope is to get the kitchen and shed moved, along with the giant hide-a-bed couch upstairs, on Friday. That will leave mostly just furniture for Saturday, when we've rented a truck. I've got all the utilities switched over, I cancelled my Primus account because we're going with Aliant, and I remembered that you need to cancel a month in advance. I did not know that you have to do the same thing with Bell, so those asshats are going to be charging me until July 20 for tv I won't be watching. We did (briefly) consider keeping them, they'll come do a new dish for free and stuff at your new house, but they're just SO GOSH DARN UNHELPFUL at all times, that I couldn't imagine staying with them. Rogers is no better, but at least my signal won't go out if it's humid, or windy, or just for fun.
In other news, I've been making ice cream. The favourite by most so far is mint chocolate chip. Not mint chip fudge; let's be clear. I've also made maple walnut, which is good if you like walnuts, which I don't. My favourite so far was chocolate with peanut butter and marshmallow fluff, even though the fluff gets really hard in the freezer. We made some apple crisp, and I made a French vanilla to go with it, which is quite tasty. The difference, for those of you who care, is that French vanilla is a cooked custard base with eggs, where vanilla is just cream, sugar, and vanilla. My next one will be lemon sherbet. mmmm.
That's about it. Things with the wee ones are going pretty well other than the aforementioned stomach issues. The wee-est one was 2 months yesterday, and so has a checkup with NEEDLES today. Gross. The man has never experienced the giving needles to children part of parenting. He's a giant weiner when it comes to needles himself, so I really don't see that he'd be much help. Anyway, I'll dose her up with Advil before we go and nurse her right after, and hope for the best. She still sleeps a lot, but is (sort of, maybe?) getting into a bit of a routine. Evenings are the most unpredictable, she can eat constantly for like 3 hours, or eat a few times an then be down for the count at 8. This impedes my ability to like, leave the house unattended, but I'm ok with that for now. For now. lol. We have a wedding to go to in August, hopefully she'll be a bit more settled by then.
I have to go shower because I also have a checkup today, and I think it's kind of rude not to shower before you have to get all up close and personal with somebody, you know? The boy is watching Super Why, which I pretend is educational, so I don't mind him just sitting there while I play on the computer or shower. I *almost* got to have a nap yesterday, it was great. Almost.
That's all the detail you need about that. Suffice to say we'll be regressing to wearing diapers for at least today.
Other than that, things are going pretty well. We're going to tackle the kitchen tonight and some of the tv room. That room actually won't be too bad, it's mostly just the big furniture, but there are books and things to come off shelves because you just can't easily move a shelf full of books. I've packed up the upstairs as much as I can, all that's left to do is the boy's clothes, which will just be going in a large garbage bag or 2. The kitchen is going to be a pain in the ass, but I think that's just the way kitchens are. We may not have internet right away, they're sending us the self-install kit, so it might not arrive Friday. I hope it does though!
We're planning to paint the kids' rooms on Friday and move most of the boxes over. The man's plan / hope is to get the kitchen and shed moved, along with the giant hide-a-bed couch upstairs, on Friday. That will leave mostly just furniture for Saturday, when we've rented a truck. I've got all the utilities switched over, I cancelled my Primus account because we're going with Aliant, and I remembered that you need to cancel a month in advance. I did not know that you have to do the same thing with Bell, so those asshats are going to be charging me until July 20 for tv I won't be watching. We did (briefly) consider keeping them, they'll come do a new dish for free and stuff at your new house, but they're just SO GOSH DARN UNHELPFUL at all times, that I couldn't imagine staying with them. Rogers is no better, but at least my signal won't go out if it's humid, or windy, or just for fun.
In other news, I've been making ice cream. The favourite by most so far is mint chocolate chip. Not mint chip fudge; let's be clear. I've also made maple walnut, which is good if you like walnuts, which I don't. My favourite so far was chocolate with peanut butter and marshmallow fluff, even though the fluff gets really hard in the freezer. We made some apple crisp, and I made a French vanilla to go with it, which is quite tasty. The difference, for those of you who care, is that French vanilla is a cooked custard base with eggs, where vanilla is just cream, sugar, and vanilla. My next one will be lemon sherbet. mmmm.
That's about it. Things with the wee ones are going pretty well other than the aforementioned stomach issues. The wee-est one was 2 months yesterday, and so has a checkup with NEEDLES today. Gross. The man has never experienced the giving needles to children part of parenting. He's a giant weiner when it comes to needles himself, so I really don't see that he'd be much help. Anyway, I'll dose her up with Advil before we go and nurse her right after, and hope for the best. She still sleeps a lot, but is (sort of, maybe?) getting into a bit of a routine. Evenings are the most unpredictable, she can eat constantly for like 3 hours, or eat a few times an then be down for the count at 8. This impedes my ability to like, leave the house unattended, but I'm ok with that for now. For now. lol. We have a wedding to go to in August, hopefully she'll be a bit more settled by then.
I have to go shower because I also have a checkup today, and I think it's kind of rude not to shower before you have to get all up close and personal with somebody, you know? The boy is watching Super Why, which I pretend is educational, so I don't mind him just sitting there while I play on the computer or shower. I *almost* got to have a nap yesterday, it was great. Almost.
Wednesday, June 11
we move in 16 days
and I have packed one entire closet. I'm not worried, but the way people are reacting when I tell them that, I feel like I should be. We have 2 weeks! My parents are going to come up for a couple of days before we move and help us finish up, so I think it should be ok. We'll see I guess! We've moved so many times, I just take for granted that it'll get done. We do have more stuff, but we'll have more help too, and we have 3 full days to get from here to there, and a truck rented, so there.
Friday the 27th we close on the new place, and we'll bring some things over, but mostly clean and paint the kids' rooms. They are pink and purple. Yipes. So, the little girl's room will be a nice green, and the boy's will be blue. Not because he's a boy, but because he likes blue. As far as I can tell...he is 3, after all. But whenever he gets to pick something, he picks blue. Like which is your favourite Ninja Turtle? Blue. Which disgusting rainbow coloured twizzler would you like to try first? Blue. Ok. I told him I'd let him pick the colour for his room, and he said, "I want red." I said, let me rephrase that. I'll present you with 2 blue paint chips, and you can pick which shade you'd like. He laughed and said "Red!"
Good times. It's not all fun and games though, life with a 3 year old. And a 7 week old. The 7 week old is remarkably wonderful, as is the 3 year old, really, the best he can be for a 3 year old. Baby girl sleeps a lot still, which was worrisome at first but now is just lovely. Unless gassy, she's a generally happy little person, which makes this whole thing much easier. The boy is also generally happy, but has meltdowns several times a day over anything from me not letting him have candy or a donut for breakfast (YES! Need candy!) to making him wear clothes to go play with the little girl down the road. (NO! Wanna be barenaked boy!)
We disagree, and the conversation progresses something like this:
Yes!
No!
You can't say no to me, I'm the mom.
Yes! I say no!
Fine then, I'm not taking you anywhere.
Yes! I wanna go anywhere!
You don't even make sense when you talk. Put on your underwear!
No! Don won unnerwear!!
and so on.
He also, thanks to my wonderful husband, has seen the movie Dragon: The Bruce Lee Story numerous times, and nearly caused a very embarrassing scene at Tingley's ice cream store when he saw Bruce Lee pushing his bicycle in the door. He's facing the door, I'm facing him. He's like, 'mom, Bruce Lee!" I said, what? "Bruce Lee, here!" I turned around, saw this like, 17 year old Asian kid, and am thinking...shit, what do I say to end this quickly and painlessly? So I say, no, buddy, it's probably not Bruce Lee (because he's dead, and would at least be old, but no need to scare the kid), because he doesn't live around here. It's probably just someone who looks like him. The boy seemed to accept this easily enough, but when the kid walked past us, the boy sort of looks sideways at him and says quietly, "Bruce Lee?" Fortunately, it sounds like "booce wee" and thus probably wouldn't get us fined for being racist or anything anyway, but man. Funny stuff. He also points out all kinds of other people he knows on the street, including pointing me out to me when we were driving the other day. I assume he means it's someone who looks like me, or whoever else, but he hasn't quite figured out how to put that into words yet. Or he just can't be bothered, which is much more likely.
Anyway. I'm freaking tired, and I packed a closet today, which was a lot more than it sounds, because it was one of our storage closets (we don't have a basement here) and there was a lot of shit in there. So, I'm going to bed.
Friday the 27th we close on the new place, and we'll bring some things over, but mostly clean and paint the kids' rooms. They are pink and purple. Yipes. So, the little girl's room will be a nice green, and the boy's will be blue. Not because he's a boy, but because he likes blue. As far as I can tell...he is 3, after all. But whenever he gets to pick something, he picks blue. Like which is your favourite Ninja Turtle? Blue. Which disgusting rainbow coloured twizzler would you like to try first? Blue. Ok. I told him I'd let him pick the colour for his room, and he said, "I want red." I said, let me rephrase that. I'll present you with 2 blue paint chips, and you can pick which shade you'd like. He laughed and said "Red!"
Good times. It's not all fun and games though, life with a 3 year old. And a 7 week old. The 7 week old is remarkably wonderful, as is the 3 year old, really, the best he can be for a 3 year old. Baby girl sleeps a lot still, which was worrisome at first but now is just lovely. Unless gassy, she's a generally happy little person, which makes this whole thing much easier. The boy is also generally happy, but has meltdowns several times a day over anything from me not letting him have candy or a donut for breakfast (YES! Need candy!) to making him wear clothes to go play with the little girl down the road. (NO! Wanna be barenaked boy!)
We disagree, and the conversation progresses something like this:
Yes!
No!
You can't say no to me, I'm the mom.
Yes! I say no!
Fine then, I'm not taking you anywhere.
Yes! I wanna go anywhere!
You don't even make sense when you talk. Put on your underwear!
No! Don won unnerwear!!
and so on.
He also, thanks to my wonderful husband, has seen the movie Dragon: The Bruce Lee Story numerous times, and nearly caused a very embarrassing scene at Tingley's ice cream store when he saw Bruce Lee pushing his bicycle in the door. He's facing the door, I'm facing him. He's like, 'mom, Bruce Lee!" I said, what? "Bruce Lee, here!" I turned around, saw this like, 17 year old Asian kid, and am thinking...shit, what do I say to end this quickly and painlessly? So I say, no, buddy, it's probably not Bruce Lee (because he's dead, and would at least be old, but no need to scare the kid), because he doesn't live around here. It's probably just someone who looks like him. The boy seemed to accept this easily enough, but when the kid walked past us, the boy sort of looks sideways at him and says quietly, "Bruce Lee?" Fortunately, it sounds like "booce wee" and thus probably wouldn't get us fined for being racist or anything anyway, but man. Funny stuff. He also points out all kinds of other people he knows on the street, including pointing me out to me when we were driving the other day. I assume he means it's someone who looks like me, or whoever else, but he hasn't quite figured out how to put that into words yet. Or he just can't be bothered, which is much more likely.
Anyway. I'm freaking tired, and I packed a closet today, which was a lot more than it sounds, because it was one of our storage closets (we don't have a basement here) and there was a lot of shit in there. So, I'm going to bed.
Friday, June 6
several things.
First, I'm sorry, but I just don't get the big thing about Sex and the City. The show was entertaining enough, sure, but a movie? And a record-breaking movie at that? I don't get it.
I ordered a 10-pack of timbits yesterday, specified assorted, and got 13 chocolate ones. I appreciated the extras, for sure, but they were for the boy, and he doesn't like chocolate. (I know, what? but he's weird.) To me, it makes sense that if a person orders an assortment and you only have one flavour, you let them know before they pay for and drive off with a non-assortment. Luckily the boy was in a good mood, otherwise things could have gone downhill quickly. I ate them all, thanks for asking. They were delicious.
I also got myself an ice capp, because they're delicious. The boy got an oj. He wanted to try my ice capp, I said well, ok, but just a tiny sip. I was pretty sure he wouldn't like it. He loved it. I said ok, enough, give me back my drink bud. He handed me his oj. Nice try! So that plan backfired. I don't know if there's actual cappuccino in the drink, but it can't be good for small children regardless. I told him coffee makes people be short, and that's why I'm taller than his grandparents (my in-laws), because they are big coffee drinkers and I only have the odd hot chocolate or ice capp. Ha! That makes perfect sense to him, and me, really.
That's all for now.
I ordered a 10-pack of timbits yesterday, specified assorted, and got 13 chocolate ones. I appreciated the extras, for sure, but they were for the boy, and he doesn't like chocolate. (I know, what? but he's weird.) To me, it makes sense that if a person orders an assortment and you only have one flavour, you let them know before they pay for and drive off with a non-assortment. Luckily the boy was in a good mood, otherwise things could have gone downhill quickly. I ate them all, thanks for asking. They were delicious.
I also got myself an ice capp, because they're delicious. The boy got an oj. He wanted to try my ice capp, I said well, ok, but just a tiny sip. I was pretty sure he wouldn't like it. He loved it. I said ok, enough, give me back my drink bud. He handed me his oj. Nice try! So that plan backfired. I don't know if there's actual cappuccino in the drink, but it can't be good for small children regardless. I told him coffee makes people be short, and that's why I'm taller than his grandparents (my in-laws), because they are big coffee drinkers and I only have the odd hot chocolate or ice capp. Ha! That makes perfect sense to him, and me, really.
That's all for now.