Congratulations, It’s a Routan
October 28, 2008 at 9:52 pm | In Toeses and Noses | 2 CommentsTags: Baby, Routan
I’d like to introduce you to our newest baby.
Apparently this is what our baby should look like … Well if you listen to Brooke Shields that is.
I love the new Routan commercials where Brooke plays a strange woman trying to sell cars so that adults will stop having babies with total strangers … “he’s my husband…” It’s hilarious. I’m also jonesin’ to own a Routan for some reason – now how’s that for marketing??
*Sigh* You know you’re a Mom when you think a minivan is sexy… But damn, that’s a cute baby! It’s freaky when s/he moves his mouth and ‘talks’, sort of a Chucky moment going on there …
On the VW Routan site there is a link to make a baby. It’s easier than the real thing and almost as much fun!
After you upload your picture and that of your total stranger husband, you edit some details, press a button and voila “9 months” later, you have a baby.
Totally fun to play with – go nuts and have a baby with a friend or set up two of your single friends and see what their offspring would look like.
Now where is that virtual diaper pail …?
Well, That Explains the Grumpy Toddler…
October 28, 2008 at 9:21 pm | In Caityisms, Sisters, Toeses and Noses | Leave a CommentTags: grumpy toddler, toddler teeth
I thought Caity was grumpy lately because she has this cold – which, by the way, we blame on Grandma (sorry Rose, your rotten son made me do it). Since Caity is now almost 21 months old, I thought I’d check her mouth.
Yep.
There it is, large as life.
Her first Second-year molar.
By the looks of things, the next two aren’t far behind. It’s funny but considering the size of these teeth – they’re way bigger than the first ones they get – she’s sailing through it in comparison. Last year when she got her first molars, she was whiney, cranky, drooly, generally miserable for a couple of weeks until her gums healed. This time it’s a breeze (except for the mild grumpies). It also explains her runny diapers.
At least there were no fevers this time.
Lexy sailed through her second year molars too. Maybe they all do. Lexy’s on her six-year molars already and she’s only five. I think she got her first one when she was four … but then my kid’s always been advanced for her age 
Rite of Passage
October 27, 2008 at 11:11 am | In All Things Doodle, Toeses and Noses | Leave a CommentTags: Haircut, School Kids
So this morning I’m in the downstairs powder room, putting on my makeup. I had sent Lexy upstairs to brush her teeth after she ate her breakfast. Today is a school day.
Anyway, I’m in the bathroom, and I’m thinking “what’s taking her so long”. Caity’s getting anxious in the family room because she knows it’s time to go.
I’m just about to shout up the stairs to Lexy when she comes downstairs. I’m not paying much attention her her other than the fact that I’m aware of her presence. I resume putting on my eyeliner and I hear Lexy pipe up behind me, proudly….
“My bangs were in my eyes so I cut them Mommy!”
“WHATTTT???!!!”
I turned to face my five year old who’s standing there with the worst set of bangs I’ve seen since Mamie Eisenhower …
I lost it.
“Why’d you do that???”
“I’m sorrrryyyyy Mmmooommmyyy!!!”
Her formally beautifully straight bangs were now cut up to about half an inch from the top of her head in the middle. On one side it was about an inch long and about 3/4 of an inch on the other.
*thunk* <— sound of my head hitting the wall repeatedly.
It was so hard not to laugh. She looked so funny. I was angry at the same time, angry at myself for leaving the scissors out; angry at Lexy for trying to fix her bangs. I calmed down and Alex handed me the scissors so I could try to fix what she had done.
“Well Lexy, it’s a good thing they’ve already taken your school picture … “
Hey You
October 25, 2008 at 9:54 pm | In Toeses and Noses | Leave a CommentWe don’t call each other by our names, we instead shout “hey you” when one of us wants the other. We’ve been doing this for nine years now.
Nine years.
Since you won’t 
let me celebrate two anniversaries a year (what, don’t I deserve presents??), I will simply say, Happy Un-Anniversary to the man to whom I’ve committed the last nine years.
Who knew what a cup of coffee would lead to? Marriage, two beautiful children, a house home. In case I forget to tell you, I love you. I can’t wait to grow old(er) with you and to watch our family grow. You still take my breath away and I know you always will.
Hey you, don’t be bad first! 
Love ya Bum!
Sad Little Monkey
October 24, 2008 at 9:14 pm | In Caityisms, Toeses and Noses | Leave a CommentTags: Costumes, Great Pumpkin, Hallowe'en, Toddler Sick
Poor Caity has a bad cold. It started in her head and has moved full force into her chest. She coughs like a twenty-year smoker and it’s painful to watch. She just wants to cuddle, which I don’t mind, but I’m not liking the ever frequent toddler meltdowns.
Right now, Cait’s asleep on the couch. She’s so sweet. There’s nothing worse than having your baby look at you hoping that you can fix her, especially when you know you can’t. All I can offer are kisses and cuddles and some cold medicine to help ease the symptoms.
Sunday, hopefully, we’ll go to the pumpkin farm to get some pumpkins for Hallowe’en. It will depend on if Caity’s feeling better. I’m aching to get some sweet pictures of the kids in the pumpkin patch and who knows, maybe we’ll see the Great Pumpkin!
Caity: I wish I could make you better baby. I don’t like it when you’re sick. If I had my way, you’d be happy and healthy all the time. Now I have to wake you to give you your nightly bottle and change you for bed. You haven’t stirred in the hour you’ve been on the couch, except when Daddy came to sit beside you. Rest is the best thing for you. Love you babes.
On the other hand, I tried your hallowe’en costume on the other day and you were less than pleased.
Actually, that’s an understatement.
You squeaked. And squawked. You were displeased.
The monkey costume has a banana attached to one sleeve and it seemed to scare you. You wanted out of the costume and you wanted out now.
But gosh, you were cute. I think it was just that you were sick with this miserable cold and that’s why your tolerance level was so low.
I must admit you had slightly more patience for a costume this year than you did last year. Last year at this time you were just learning how to crawl and you made the cutest little Kanagroo I think I’d ever seen.
You didn’t agree though.
Believe It or Not
October 22, 2008 at 7:14 pm | In Miscellaneous Crap | Leave a CommentIt’s finally happened … I have nothing to say …
Nigh-Nigh Doo-Doo
October 15, 2008 at 9:35 pm | In Caityisms | Leave a CommentTags: Toddler Talk
So tonight I was putting Caity to bed. After her bottle, I lifted her over our high-tech baby gates and she headed up the stairs. I said “Let’s go get George” (her stuffed cribmate).
All the way up the stairs, all 12 of them she said:
“Hi, Sha-wee, Hi, Puppy, Hi, Doo-Doo”
Doo-Doo is her pet Doggie.
Caity has three toys that she simply must sleep with. She has a mild temper fit if one of them falls out of the crib (or more likely, is unceremoniously dumped because she’s not speaking to it). She’s been known to cry “Sha-wee” in the middle of the night. Their arguments usually don’t last long because a little while later, you hear her making kissy sounds “mmmmwwwaaa!”. She’s a girl, she’s allowed to change her mind.
“Hi, Sha-wee, Hi, Puppy, Hi, Doo-Doo”
“Hi, Sha-wee, Hi, Puppy, Hi, Doo-Doo”
“Hi, Sha-wee, Hi, Puppy, Hi, Doo-Doo”
It was hard to walk up the stairs without giggling. Especially when she paused halfway up and began to wave.
*sigh* I’ll miss my little toddler when she gets older. I think I’ll hang on to the cuteness for now…
29 For the First Time
October 15, 2008 at 7:07 pm | In Daddy-O | Leave a CommentTags: birthday, husband, L.L. Bean, winter coat
Happy Birthday to my husband. 29 is not so bad, I’ve been 29 for several years now.
Yesterday was priceless. I got home from work and as you greeted the three of us at the door, you had a funny look on your face. “This package arrived today” you told me and pointed to the big L.L. Bean box in the hallway.
“Oh great, my winter coat’s here!” I said, but thought to myself “CRAP!”
“Oh” you said. “OK, open it then”. I saw the smirk on your face honey.
“I need to vote, I’ll open it up later” I said as I dashed out the door thinking “Crap! Crap!”
You see, in truth, my new winter coat was in that box, but so was his new winter coat and t-shirts that I got him for Christmas. It should have arrived last week when he wasn’t home, but no, it had to arrive yesterday when my husband was on vacation …
So I went to vote, and went back home. I snuck the package upstairs and extracted my coat. By this time, Alex was downstairs. I said “Come here and see my new coat!” He comes upstairs and looks at it, affirming that it’s as nice as I thought it was. “Do you like it?” I asked. “Yeah, it’s nice.” he said. “Do you want to go upstairs and try on your coat?”
After he finished glaring at me, he went to try on his coat. It looks really good on him. He grumbled about how it cost too much money, but I don’t care. It’s not often that I can do something like that for him.
Anyway, I just wanted to tell you Happy Birthday and I think you’re a wonderful husband and a great father to our two kids. We all adore you. Love ya Bum. Now don’t be bad! ;-p
Happy Turkey Day!
October 13, 2008 at 1:40 pm | In Toeses and Noses | 1 CommentHope you all have a great Gobble Gobble Day! Soon we will be large with with turkey!
From all of us to all of you, we hope you have/had a great weekend!
Olay, O-lay, O-lay, O-LAY
October 12, 2008 at 9:14 am | In Daddy-O, Miscellaneous Crap | Leave a CommentTags: Habs, Hockey Night in Canada, Leafs, Wendel Clark
i met Wendel Clark last night.
I was at that dismal Leafs game last night. I’m not a hockey fan, but my husband’s birthday is next Wednesday and I had the opportunity of taking him in our Company’s box. Three other co-workers and their guest joined us and despite the score, we had a good time. If you ever get the chance, I definitely recommend watching a game from a corporate box.
They brought CuJo out way too late, maybe just to stop the slaughter.
During one of the intermissions, Alex and I went downstairs to take a look around and get some munchies. The elevator was packed on the way back up, but we managed to slip in. We had to go to the fifth floor and a lot of people got out on the third. I was near the doors so I had to get out of the way to let people out. I stood in the elevator doorway and as the crowd dispersed, I saw a father take a picture of his young son in the elevator. I thought this was kind of odd until I heard him say ‘Thank you’. I looked up and realized why. There, in the corner of the elevator, large as life was Wendel Clark – and I do mean large. He’s a big boy. I looked at him and said “I guess you get that a lot” (referring to the picture). He smiled and said ‘yes’. “And here I am without a pen … ” Then the doors opened and it was our floor. Crap.
I could see that he went to a box to the right and one floor above us. I recognized the suit he was wearing. The fact that he was signing autographs was a good give away as well…
Despite the score, it was a good night.
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