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What a morning today!

It was early when I opened my eyes, around 7 am to be exact, and since the kids were talking quietly to each other without the usual hair pulling battles I figured it was the perfect time to snuggle up to big D.
Then the phone rang. Big D mumbles at whoever is calling us at 7 in the morning and frantically tries to make it to the phone downstairs.
(Its already been established that its just faster for him to go, as I'm getting slower and slower in my movements due to my bulging mommy belly.)
So, to do my part I call down and ask who it was.
"It's your mother, crap I just missed her." he informs me. Pondering why my mother would call in the middle of her morning routine, big D shouts.
"Holy sh!t! Look out the window!"
Even more confused (lets not forget that my brain is still on the pillow) I scramble out of bed and throw open the curtain.
White. Everything covered in white.
Something so magical about snow. And even as I stood there, the feeling of excitement swelled up. Not just for me, I know what snow is like for adults. But I knew two little boys who would be thrilled about this morning surprise.
"Boys!" I call out, throwing on pj bottoms. "Look out the window!"
Of course they didn't wait for me, but I heard their squeals of delight as I made my way to their room.
It took them forever to calm down as mommy and daddy tried to figure out this small little dilemma.
We were supposed to pick up Eric a new snow suit, since he grew out of his last night. But big D had to stay late at school and by the time he got home, it was way to late to go out. So I figured we would have time this evening to do it.
How wrong I was. There was no way I was sending them out in sneakers and Eric in a small coat. We had to go shopping, and we had to go shopping now.
And who doesn't love shopping at our fave nemesis, Wal-Mart. So we have the kids all excited, I have this sudden rush of feeling all Christmasy (new word) and the store that is usually packed with morons was somewhat vacant. It was a good shopping trip for sure.
Then, as we are loading up the car, some twit decided to park in the expected mothers spot next to us. I really wanted to shout out 'Hey, when are you expecting?' but alas, the moment passed.
Next time tho...next time.

So now I'm going to go get ready for a nice lunch date with my future hubby and pick up the remains that we seemed to have forgotten.

*huggles and kissles*

Ooops...

Holy crap, its been a while since I posted anything.

How do I know this? Our pumpkin is so old, we renamed our pumpkin 'Grandpa' because it no longer has teeth.
Well, that is till little D kicked the face in one morning....now its just a lump of orange that my beloved keeps forgetting to throw out.

Just want to have a small rant here for a second. Why is it, that men don't listen to you? Seriously. I mean, sure, we women do have a reputation for nagging. For always commenting on this, or that or the other thing. But, believe it or not, if you listen closely...there is actually useful information in there. Really! If you take the time to listen...okay well lets put this into a story for better perspective.

Friday morning is when the garbage gets picked up. Been like that since I moved in three years ago. Except for when there is a holiday that Monday. Then we can deal with it on Saturday.
Having said that, every Thursday night, its big D's chore to take out the garbage and whatever recycling box it is that week. No...do not feel sorry for him people! He has this, and dishes. That's pretty much all I trust him with *smirk* so much training required....
*ahem* anyhoo...so now we all know the routine...lets continue.....
So, the Thursday that just passed, while doing our night time clean up I tell big D,
'Don't forget the garbage tonight.'
'I don't have to do it tonight. Garbage is on Saturday.'
'Are you sure?'
'Yup. It was Remembrance Day Monday, remember?'
Okay...this is true. Just to make sure, I look out the window. Thank god for neighbours.
'Well everyone else has their garbage out.' <---- ummm...HELLO! FIRST CLUE!
'Nah, it will be fine.'
'You sure?'
'Pfft, yeah. Besides, I'll be up way before they even get here if it happens.'
Okay, close curtain end scene. So the next morning, while he's upstairs and I'm making my precious brew of java...what do I hear? The magical sound of the garbage truck and big D cursing.
And we wonder why our three year old swears.

I hate to say this, (no I don't, I really love it) but I told you so. *big hugs*

So...the next time I say something and stand by it (which I admit, sometimes I am wrong but there are times when my brilliant mind gets ignored) I shall remind my sexy big D about the story of that wonderful morning. And not just for me. But for all the women in the world who chuckled while watching their husbands chase down garbage trucks in their bath robes.

*huggles and kissles*

Pumpkin Carving Fun

So tonite we did the whole pumpkin ritual. Personally, I'm surprised no one is out protesting the brutal torture we put this...what? vegetable?...through every year.

Like when they protest against eating turkeys around Thanksgiving.

At any rate, we got the pumpkin, a nice long ready-for-a-face pumpkin a few days ago, promising the kids that soon, we will carve it.

They were were totally stoked to do it. And this morning, two pairs of big brown eyes light up when I announced that tonite is the night.

Apparently, however, they didn't understand the concept behind it. For when they got home, and Mr. Pixie cut open the top...they did not like what they saw inside. Eric refused to touch the orange goop and Devon swore as he tried to gather the seeds. Like, literaly swore. Even got it on video. Oops.

So mommy basically did most of the dirty work. Which I don't mind. I don't mind getting my hands dirty ;)

And while daddy was cutting out the face (Eric's design), Devon was crying. He didn't want to cut the pumpkin, he just wanted a face on it. It wasn't till we were done, and we all gathered in the bathroom (the only room in the house where it can go completely dark) to see the finished result that he understood why we had to cut a face out. Thats our pumpkin. Doesn't it rock your socks?

So the house is now officially decorated for Wednesday. A pumpkin at the front door, and a paper ghost in the window.

Eat your heart out, Martha Stewart :P

*kissles*

Small little rant

On to blog number two! (thanks yve for guiding me lol, I will get the hang of this, I swear)

Anyhoo, for the record, I don't want to cause any more problems, this is just me pondering about a few things.

Its always a mine field when talking about in-laws.

Okay, so I have a very close relationship with my mother, and over the years, I know that we all have different relationships with our parents. Some good, some bad and some are just *blink*

And the relationship my man has with his, is a big time *blink blink*

Don't get me wrong, I like them. I really do. They are not bad people at all and the kids adore them.
But it just gets to me their apparent lack of support. Throughout every milestone we had, it just seemed to be another lecture.
And this is right from the beginning.
Now I understand how it might be a bit wary for your child to fall in love with an older woman who already has two kids, and I understand the concern of that woman is just trying to use your son. It took a while for that to sink in that it wasn't my intention. And I was always understanding of that.
But then we got engaged, and while everyone on my end were absolutely thrilled, they seemed more reluctant than ever.
Same with the baby. (news about baby later on)
Everyone, even though they knew it wasn't a planned thing, they were happy for us. My mother, ecstatic, friends not surprised but happy for us regardless.
Their reaction? "How did this happen?"
What do I say to that? Do I pull out two dolls and show them? And here I was wondering why he was so petrified to tell them the news. I never felt so small and uncomfortable in my life. (okay that's not true, I had many moments like that but still :P)

Then came last night, when he called about our wedding plans. I want to give them the benefit of the doubt, perhaps he called at a bad time. But I was honestly expecting more excitedness.(is that even a word? oh well, it is now)
After all, this is your son's big day.
And to tell you the truth, it hurts. It just feels like no matter what we do, its not good enough. We have been together for almost four years. Engaged, baby the whole bit. I think its safe to say we are pretty much secure in our feelings for each other and that this is what we want.

I know he will never have the same relationship with them as I have with my mother. I just hope one day that they will put their stern opinions aside and just enjoy the huge moments in his life.



On a plus side, while watching a movie last night...there was a lot of moving around in my mommy tummy. My goodness, I forgot how cool it is to feel them moving inside of you. But whats more important, is that my man was able to feel the little one kick and turn! Before he couldn't' tell if it was the baby, or just me having really bad gas. So yay for new daddy feeling baby kick him!

I'll end this for now...you know I will be back

*kissles*

Muwhahhahahaha

Cookie Kisses and Spilled Milk. Or juice, or pretty much anything the kids get their hands on, *poof * on the floor. You get the point.

Now I did promise myself that I wont blog about kids, cleaning, laundry (which I put seperatly because laundry isn't cleaning....its a never ending battle that refuses to let me win just once) or those pukey stories on, like, OMG...how cute my kid looks when he farts.

Or about those flipped sided converstations I have with myself about how sexy my man is and how I want to stab him in the eye with a fork while he's sleeping.

Nor will I bitch and moan about all the things that irk me in real life. Like people who don't know how to walk in hallways or how the media is corrupting our youth and bringing us closer to hell on earth (yay, atleast I'll be warm). Or Harper.
*blinks*

But then I realized, who the hell am I kidding? I'm a bitter and emotional pregnant woman running after two terrors day in and out while trying to plan a wedding that wont leave me or him disowned....its going on here whether you like it or not.

Having said that, all three of them are busy playing Big Brain Academy on Wii so pooey on them. I have other things to talk about.


So, how depressing is it when you have absolutly no money during your fave time of year? Seriously, everything seems to be in the ruts atm. No money for costume, missed out on the Witches Ball and and we missed out on Saw 4. Well not really missed out on Saw 4, we just couldn't go to opening night. Which we were hoping for.

And this was supposed to be our run away weekend....le sigh.

Its okay tho, I can handle it. I'll just be that bitter hag who hands out all the crappy candy, then keeps the good stuff to shovel in her mouth later while watching those halloween tv specials.

Anyhoo....
Yay! Its time for the kiddies bedtime...gotta jet!

kissles


ps I didn't want to mention them again, but since we talked about trick or treating, I might as well. This year the boys are going as Spiderman (Eric) and Batman (Devon). And not this weird new batman who scares me. The old school Adam West batman who we all know and love. I'm such an original parent, aren't I? *cackles*