Oh and one more thing

I forgot to mention that I may not be on here for the next few months, for several reasons.

1. My computer decided to stop working. It was literally fine until one day it just shut down and refuses to turn on (although the power light will come on). It's either the motherboard or the power supply (or both) but we don't have money to fix it right now. So I have to settle for stealing DH's computer whenever I can.

2. DH's new job starts next week. Yes, next week!! Which means I have been crazy busy packing everything up. Technically we have the next two months to move everything, but I am sure DH does not want to spend every weekend for the next two months driving back and forth.

3. Because of how fast DH starts his new job, we haven't had time to look for an affordable place to live. So we are temporarily (and I hope very temporarily!) staying with DH's parents. I say hopefully very temporarily because they have a smallish house and we will be 4 adults, 2 children, 3 dogs, and 2 cats. And no Tim Hortons, which is truly my vice.

On The Road Again....

I'm sorry it's been a while since I've blogged. We went to visit my in-laws for about a week. They don't have a very good internet connection and we were pretty busy while we were there, so I didn't have a chance to post here. Oh and now we are moving! Yes, my husband was offered a job as sales manager for a computer store. Although everything has happened rather fast, we have been discussing moving for over a year now. DH's parents are starting to need more help with certain things, and it is difficult to drive 5 hours to go and help them with things. So we found a nice town not too far from where his parents live and we will be moving there. I am happy because we will not be living out in the boonies like his parents, and DH is happy because he will be closer to his parents, and his parents are happy because they will see the grandchildren more often. Everyone is happy all around! How often does that happen??

By the way, I mean no offense to anyone living out in the boonies. I grew up in a very small town (technically a village), and I really hate city living. I just also happen to hate living where the nearest Tim Horton's is 20 minutes away, and going to the city is a once-a-month "big" event. Especially with two small children, it kind of makes me feel trapped. At this stage in my life, I prefer a smaller "big" town.

Chirp Chirp

That is the sound of birds, which I can hear because it has been so quiet around here lately! Logan has begun to potty train, so we are trying to stick around the house as much as possible. We will be going to visit my in-laws next week, but that is okay because he is using a portable seat that sits on the toilet. So we're good to go no matter where we are!

I thought that potty training Logan would be a disaster, because he is very head-strong and he does what he wants to do, no matter how much you tell him not to. However, I am pleasantly surprised to say that he seems to have taken a liking to sitting on the toilet. He is quite content to sit there until he has to pee, even if that takes 1/2 hour or so. He doesn't even mind if I walk away for a few minutes. I just hope that he keeps this up!!

The Humour of Children

My oldest son Logan has a good sense of humour. He is forever doing things to try to make people laugh.

A few days ago, I was giving Logan a bath. We use a milk jug to pour water over his head to rinse the shampoo off. So after he was clean, Logan was sitting in there splashing around. He took the milk jug, filled it up with water, and was about to take a drink. I told him "no, don't drink that, it's gross!". He looks up at me with a huge grin, takes a large drink, and says "MMMM!!". Then when I glance away because I am doubled over in laughter, he spits it out back into the bath.

I think this one is going to be a real comedian.

The Joys of Children

So last night I had to clean Logan's car seat. It hasn't been cleaned in a few months (I know, I know!) and to make matters worse, he threw up an entire individual sized carton of chocolate milk all over the car seat. Yum. After I had DH take it apart, I told him to sell the car seat and go buy a new one. He said "we're not those kind of people". I assured him I was willing to become one if it meant not cleaning that thing. Unfortunately, he didn't take me seriously.

Cleaning that seat was right up there with cleaning the toilet or cleaning out the fridge. In fact, I suspect the toilet is probably much cleaner then that car seat was. And you know, when they design car seats, they apparently don't design them with puking children in mind.

But, after I pulled out all the petrified chicken nuggets and single cell organisms growing in the seat (I kid! There were no chicken nuggets), it was finally clean. For now.

Oh, Behave!

My oldest son Logan has a typical toddler temperament. If I ask him to do something, he will respond in one of the following ways.

1. Pretend to have lost his hearing and ignore whatever I have just asked of him.
2. Pretend to have partial hearing loss the first two times I ask him, and then miraculously hear me the third time.
3. Do what I ask of him immediately (this is rare :)
4. Decide that whatever I have asked of him is outlandish, and demonstrate this by throwing a large fit.

My dog has apparently decided to take behavioral lessons from my son. This is, presumably, because she sees him as another animal, which on many days, is not too far from the truth. For example, when I take her outside to do her business, she reacts in one of the following ways.

1. Pretends to have lost her hearing and ignores my requests to "go pee" or "go poop".
2. Pretends to have partial hearing loss until my voice reaches a low growl, and then she miraculously does her business.
3. Goes to do her business right away (this is rare!)

Bedtime has also become a fun routine. It usually goes like this:

Me: I get into bed and make myself comfortable.
Dog: Gets up on the bed and starts playing around.
Me: Get off the bed.
Dog: Moves two inches down the bed and lays down.
Me: Get off the bed!
Dog: Moves down to the bottom of the bed and lays down.
Me: Get. OFF. the. bed!!!
Dog: Slinks off the bed and lays on her pet bed, all the while grumbling under her breath (I kid you not).

I can't wait to see how she behaves when the kids are teenagers. Do dogs do the silent treatment?

Give Me My Timmie's And No One Get's Hurt!!

In case you don't believe me when I say my cat is a Tim Horton's coffee addict, here is the photographic proof. And it's not just the cups either. I've actually watched him knock my coffee onto the floor and then start drinking it. On top of that, he actually came back to the spot after I had cleaned it and started licking the floor!! Anyone know of a good addict's anonymous program for felines?